Passion and Ponies

  Her long hair falls around our faces like a curtain as I stare up at her. Removing my hands from behind my head, I grab onto her hips and roll us over without saying a word.

  She gasps in surprise as I settle myself between her legs, shifting my hips so my cock slides right against the lacy material of her underwear.

  “No toys tonight. Nothing weird, nothing kinky… just us,” I tell her softly, holding myself above her.

  Her brow furrows as she stares up at me. Reaching down, I slide one hand down the outer side of her thigh and pull it up over my hip. She places her hands on either side of my face, pulling me down to her lips. This kiss is unlike any kiss we’ve ever shared before and it suddenly occurs to me that maybe it’s not that big of a deal if I don’t have the words to tell her I love her. Actions speak louder and all that shit. Her tongue gently slides against my own and she tastes so fucking amazing that I groan and deepen the kiss.

  Letting go of her thigh, I bring my hand between us, sliding my fingers through the edge of her thong at the juncture of her thighs and pulling it to the side. I thrust my hips slowly and slide my cock against her until I’m completely coated in her wetness and want to cry like a fucking baby at how good it feels.

  Ava lifts her hips as she gently sucks my tongue into her mouth, forcing the tip of my cock to slide into her. I freeze, holding completely still and pulling my mouth away from hers.

  “Condom, we need a condom,” I gasp as she moves her hips again, pushing me a little deeper inside of her.

  Her hands slide up into my hair and grasps onto chunks of it.

  “In a minute. This feels really good. You feel really good,” she whispers, pulling me back down to her mouth.

  Making sure to keep myself still so I don’t accidentally slam all of the way inside of her without protection, I kiss her again. Ava isn’t having any of that, though, and she starts to move her hips frantically against me, trying to pull me in deeper, whimpering against my mouth.

  “Fucking hell, Ava… your pussy feels so Goddamn good,” I mutter, locking down every fucking muscle I have to hold still while she continues to lift her hips and the tip of my cock slides in and out of her.

  “Say it again, fuck, say it again,” she demands, raising her hips higher so my dick disappears a little further inside of her.

  It’s my turn to whimper as I feel more of her heat wrap around me. There’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to move away from her body now. No fucking way.

  “I love the way you feel. I don’t want to stop,” I tell her honestly.

  She quickly moves her hands down to my ass and grabs on. I can’t take the torture anymore and immediately relax.

  “Then don’t stop, it’s okay, I’m on the pill and I trust you.”

  Her quietly whispered words and the way she’s looking up at me is my complete undoing. I let out a shaky breath and slowly push my way inside of her.

  We both groan when our hips meet and it takes me a minute to get used to the feel of being completely bare and completely inside of her. I’ve never felt anything this amazing in my life and I don’t know how I’m going to last long enough to make this any good for her.

  I bury my head in the side of her neck and breathe in the clean scent of her skin, pulling myself out of her and then sliding right back in. She runs her hands up my back and I shiver when I feel her nails lightly graze my skin. There’s no way I can hold back at this point and I whisper words of apology to her as I start thrusting my hips. I should probably slow down long enough to remove the lace thong she put on for me, but I can’t even be bothered with that. Now that I’m inside of her, I’m never leaving.

  “Goddamn, baby,” I whisper against her ear. This experience is so surreal that I just want to mumble and curse and call her every sweet name I can think of.

  Ava wraps her arms around my back and locks her ankles together against my ass, using her heels to push me deeper inside of her as she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts.

  I never thought vanilla sex would be something I’d like. I’ve always gotten off on crazy shit and scoffed at the simple stuff. I should have known sex with Ava, no matter what kind it is, would be anything but vanilla or simple. Listening to her chant my name as her orgasm approaches and dropping all of our barriers, the latex kind and the emotional kind, makes this the best fucking kind of sex in the entire world.

  As I move faster and harder against her, she lifts her hands above her head, grabbing tightly to the wooden posts of the headboard. She tilts her head back and tightens her legs around me as she comes. Feeling her pulsing around my dick throws me right over the fucking edge. Smacking my hand down on the bed and clutching tightly to the sheet, I push myself as deep as I can go and lose myself inside of the woman I love.

  This night could have turned to complete shit after everything that happened. As I collapse on top of Ava and we breathe heavily against one another, I smile, happy about the fact that some throw-up and a mild case of hives didn’t ruin our first date.

  If we can handle that, we can handle damn near anything.

  “This was the worst proposal idea in the history of the world,” I complain, kicking my boot through a pile of snow as we trudge through the back yard.

  “Whose idea was this anyway?” Tyler grumbles, walking next to me.

  “Aren’t you glad your parents went on that swingers cruise and you got to spend Christmas with us instead?” I ask with a laugh.

  “Do NOT remind me of all the disgusting things my parents are most likely doing out at sea,” he complains.

  “Gives new meaning to the words ‘wet discharge’ doesn’t it?” Uncle Drew shouts.

  We both stop and stare over at the edge of the lawn where a clump of bushes hides him.

  “That’s the name of my future boat, by the way,” he adds.

  Tyler and I both shake our heads in disgust and continue pacing around the yard.

  After much consideration with the family, Gavin decided the perfect idea for proposing to Charlotte would be to buy her a puppy and tie the ring on a red ribbon around the puppy’s neck. Super sweet idea until you realize that puppies are stupid and will eat anything. The trial run Gavin did resulted in the puppy eating the entire red ribbon and the fake, plastic ring he attached to it for practice.

  Gavin promptly took the puppy back to the pet store and got a refund, failing to mention to the owner that there could be a shit surprise for him the next morning.

  He decided to go with plan B, which sounded like a much better idea at the time. Unfortunately, no one passed that memo along to Uncle Drew.

  “How long does it take you to shit, old man?” Tyler yells in the direction of the bushes.

  I stare at him, trying to give myself an extra boost of courage to tell him that I love him.

  It’s not that hard, Ava, just fucking say it!

  After what happened between us the other night after the trip to the emergency room, this should be the easiest thing in the world. I really thought life would Tyler would be all about the crazy, weird shit we’d do in the bedroom. He can definitely fuck like a boss when he gets kinky, but I feared it would get a little old, especially if I had to Google half the stuff he wanted to do. Knowing he can also make the sweetest love in the history of the world, as well as pull off the best dirty talk I’ve ever heard, solidified my feelings for him. If I didn’t think it was completely cliché to tell him I love him during our post-coital glow, I would have done it then. I should have done it then. Having a few days to think about it and plan it out has just fucked with my nerves.

  “A proper shit takes time, my friend. You just slow your roll and go grab me a magazine or something,” Uncle Drew yells back, the branches of the shrubs rustle as he does God knows what back there.

  Aunt Claire came up with the idea that Gavin should bake Charlotte cupcakes and hide the ring in one of them. Again, super sweet idea, until Uncle Drew saw them sitting on the counter and ate every single one. Whole. Just shoveled
each one in his mouth until Gavin walked into the kitchen and started screaming. Tyler and I had to calm him down and get both him and Uncle Drew out of the house before Charlotte figured out what was going on.

  “Just so you know, when he does go to the bathroom, I am NOT digging through his pile of shit for a diamond ring. There’s a lot of things I’ll do for diamonds, but that is not one of them.”

  Dammit! What is wrong with me? Just say it. Say, “I love you, Tyler.”

  “This problem could be solved in a minute if Duke were here,” Tyler mumbles to himself.

  “Duke? Who’s Duke?” I question.

  “Don’t worry, Duke is right here helping things along,” Uncle Drew shouts from the bushes.

  Tyler takes a deep breath, sticks his hands in his pockets, pulls them back out and then starts pacing nervously.

  “Shit. Shit fuck damn! Ava, I need to tell you something,” he starts, turning to face me.

  I watch him bite his bottom lip and a wave of desire washes through me so quickly I have to catch my breath. I really do love him. He’s sweet and cute and he’s good to me.

  “I need to tell you something too,” I tell him excitedly, moving closer to his body.

  Tyler reaches for me and we both open our mouths to speak at the same time when Uncle Drew starts cheering and shouting across the yard.

  “IT’S HAPPENING! IT’S REALLY HAPPENING! I’M SHITTING IN THE SHRUBS!”

  We move away from each other and do everything we can to avoid looking in Uncle Drew’s direction.

  “Uuuggghh, I don’t have time for this. I need to get on a computer and order my BronyCon tickets before they’re gone,” Tyler grumbles.

  “You’re serious about doing this? You can’t possibly think some random guy that could be your father would even go to this thing. How would you even know who he was when you got there?”

  Tyler laughs and shakes his head at me. “Obviously if he’s my dad, he’ll be at this thing. I didn’t just turn Brony, I was born this way.”

  “You’re being absurd, Tyler. This isn’t going to work,” I tell him.

  “This isn’t about me finding my dad. This is about you not understanding me being a Brony. I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

  Is he serious with this shit?

  “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t handle. I think you’re insane for believing you’ll be able to go to some huge gathering of weird people and be able to immediately recognize your father,” I argue.

  Tyler crosses his arms in front of him and glares at me. “Weird people? Did you just call me weird? Oh, no you didn’t!”

  I hate that we’re fighting outside in the freezing cold weather on Christmas, but his words hit too close to home and that pisses me off even more. I don’t understand the whole Brony thing and I can’t do anything but lash out.

  “If the horse tail fits!” I fire back.

  “You know what? At least I’m taking a risk. I’m going out on a limb and doing everything I can to find out who my father is so I can move on with my life. What about you, Ava? Are you just going to keep working at Seduction and Snacks for the rest of your life, making you and everyone else miserable in the process?”

  I shake my head and turn away from him. “You don’t understand.”

  Tyler grabs my arm and turns me around to face him. “You’re right, I don’t understand. You have enough sponsorship on your blog right this minute to quit the job you hate and do what you love. You can make a living off of this and yet you’re still going in to your mom’s office every day, hating every minute of it. You need to tell your mom what’s going on.”

  I shrug out of his hold and take a step back. “My mom doesn’t understand, I told you that.”

  “So MAKE her understand, dammit! Let her know how much this means to you.”

  I put more distance between us, walking backwards through the snow.

  “Stay out of it, Tyler. This is my life.”

  He’s quiet for a few minutes and I watch him stand there in the middle of the yard. He slides his hands in his pockets and puffs of cold air float out of his mouth.

  “You’re afraid. You’re afraid to quit Seduction and Snacks because it’s safe. It’s easy to stay there, doing what you’re told every day instead of taking a chance on something new,” Tyler says quietly.

  I’m pretty sure he’s not talking about work anymore.

  “I am NOT afraid! I take plenty of chances. I took a chance on you, didn’t I? I completely changed myself for some GUY and look where it got me? I’m standing outside in the snow on Christmas waiting for my uncle to take a shit,” I yell angrily.

  “I never asked you to change anything for me. I like you just the way you are; I just want you to be happy. I’m so sorry being with some guy couldn’t make you a little less of a bitch.”

  Before I can fire off another insult that will most likely make me feel even worse than I already do, the back door opens and Gavin comes rushing outside.

  “Did he shit yet? I need that ring!”

  Tyler glares at Gavin and I look away from both of them. Everything we said to each other is playing on a loop in my head and making me feel like the biggest asshole in the world.

  “GAVIN! I MADE A POOPY!” Uncle Drew shouts as he comes running out from behind the bushes, buttoning his pants.

  “Did you really just say that?” Tyler asks him with a shake of his head.

  “Fuck your face! Now, who wants to dig through the epic dump I just took and get the ring?” Uncle Drew asks.

  Tyler walks up to Gavin and pats him on the back. “You should have went with my idea of riding in on an Alpaca. Alpacas won’t eat diamond rings.”

  I quietly walk away from the three of them and make my way to the back door. I want to tell Tyler that I didn’t mean what I said, but I don’t even know if it’s true. I don’t understand the whole Brony thing and I really do think he’s nuts for thinking he can go to this thing and find his real dad. It’s probably better if I just walk away right now. I don’t like thinking about the fact that he’s right and I am afraid. I’m not the type of person who has ever been afraid of anything in my life. I go balls to the wall with everything I do and I never let anyone make me feel bad about the choices I make. Not having my mom’s approval to do something different with my life has affected me more than I care to admit. I hate that Tyler might be right and that I’ll continue doing what’s safe because I’m too scared to put my foot down with my mom.

  “Somebody get me a pair of tongs and some rubber gloves,” Gavin demands as I open the door to the house.

  “I’d tell you this is the weirdest thing that I’ve seen in a long time, but I’ve seen skat porn. Watching you dig through shit is nothing compared to that,” Tyler states as I walk into the house and try not to think about the fact that I might have just screwed up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

  “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY COOKIES?!”

  Gavin and I pause by the kitchen sink, staring at each other in confusion as Claire’s angry voice carries from the living room.

  “Dude, what’s wrong with your mom?”

  Gavin shrugs, returning to the task of removing all traces of human feces from Charlotte’s engagement ring.

  “Who the hell knows? Just keep an eye out for Charlotte. She can’t see this ring until it’s time.”

  “You’re seriously still going to give that thing to her? Dude, you should just chuck it and call it a loss. You can’t put a ring on her finger that at one point in time was in your uncle’s colon.”

  Gavin ignores me and continues to furiously scrub the ring wearing a pair of rubber gloves, soap and water flying everywhere. I continue with my guard duty, standing between Gavin and the door so I can block what he’s doing from anyone who enters. I’m not going to think about the fact that Ava and I just had our first fight and now she won’t even look at me, or the fact that the gift I bought her for Christmas is now a total bust. She’ll probab
ly burn it and laugh at my lame attempt to try and get her to understand me a little better.

  Gavin’s hand is suddenly in my face, the two carat diamond sparkling right by my nose. “Smell this. Does it smell like shit?”

  “Eeeew! Get that thing away from me!” I shout, smacking his hand away as I turn to face him.

  “Stop being a pussy and smell it!” Gavin argues.

  “I don’t want to smell it, YOU smell it!” I fire back.

  “SMELL IT RIGHT NOW OR I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE SACK!”

  I hear a groan behind me and whip around to find Charlotte standing in the doorway with a disgusted look on her face. “Are you two smelling your fingers again?”

  Throwing my arms out wide to cover Gavin, giving him time to pocket the ring, I smile at Charlotte. “Oh, my God, you caught us! We like smelling our fingers. What else would we smell? Smelling our fingers is fun. Do you want to smell my fingers?”

  Gavin’s elbow jabs into my spine and I quickly correct my last statement. “NO! Don’t come over here. I’ll come to you so you can smell my fingers.”

  Gavin curses quietly and Charlotte shakes her head. “You two are so weird. Gavin, you need to get in here. Your mom is having a breakdown about her Christmas cookies.”

  He sticks his head out next to mine. “Okay, honey! We’ll be there as soon as we’re finished in here!”

  She gives us one last weird look before leaving the kitchen.

  We both sigh in relief and I turn back around to look at Gavin

  “Smelling our fingers is fun?” he asks with a roll of his eyes.

  “Hey, it got her out of here, didn’t it?”

  “I’M GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU ASSHOLES!”

  Another scream from Claire has us hustling out of the kitchen and into the living room. The sight before us is a little crazy, but nothing we haven’t seen before in this family. Claire is holding a tray of frosted Christmas cookies in one hand and using the other to throw them at Drew, Carter and Jim, all of whom are huddled on the floor in front of the tree covering their faces and laughing hysterically.