After Her Flower Petals: A Second Chance Romantic Comedy (The Svensson Brothers Book 7)

by Alina Jacobs

  Bowing his head, Hunter took one hard nipple into his mouth.

  I moaned again, tipping my head back and enjoying the sensations cascading through me. His hot tongue swept over my nipple while he pinched the other with two fingers—the slight spark of pain and the deep pleasure mixed in the best kind of way.

  As if reading my mind, Hunter lifted his head. His hand never stopped its motion—pinching and playing with my pebbled nipple.

  “What do you want?” Hunter asked.

  I knew I must have looked half-wrecked already, which was ridiculous. We had barely begun, and I was already desperate for him. It made me wonder how high he could drive me. This was such a bad idea, but I was enjoying every second of it.

  Well, since the man had asked… “I want your mouth on my pussy.”

  He smiled like a cat who got the cream. Or a cat who was about to get the cream—whatever.

  He kissed his way down between my breasts, heading south at a slow pace that drove me crazy. I bit my lip, trying not to be too impatient but also wanting to shove his head down between my legs.

  Hunter got there at last, easing my pants down bit by bit and then pressing his lips over every new inch of skin that was exposed. He kissed and licked right under my belly button then my pussy.

  “Hunter,” I gasped.

  He had the audacity to wink at me. God, he was infuriating! “Patience is a virtue.”

  “Fuck patience,” I snapped then thought better of it. “Fuck me instead.”

  His reply was a leer. Then he bent his head, his next kiss on my pussy lips. I spread my legs wide in anticipation and cried out as he finally, finally put that mouth where it would be of some use.

  And did he know how to use it. He was better than I remembered. He kissed me there as he had done to my mouth—with eagerness and hunger. His tongue rubbed flatly against my clit in swipes that sent tingles all the way up through my groin. When he encircled the spot, I nearly cried aloud.

  I was embarrassingly close, but I didn’t care. “Hunter… Hunter, I want you to fuck me.”

  He lifted his head, making me realize that telling him to do anything but stop had been a stupid idea. What had I been thinking?

  So I laid back, one hand fondling my own breasts, using every bit of seduction I knew. “Make me come,” I all but purred, “and I’ll let you fuck me.”

  His eyes hooded, and I could see the hunger there.

  “Hmm. Tempting, but I have another idea.”

  That idea better have a happy ending. “Yes?”

  “Get on all fours.”

  My insides clenched at the dark command in his voice—I thought I was wet before, but damn, I was ready for him now.

  With a smile, I did as he said, but… “You have on too many clothes,” I said, looking behind my shoulder at him. I had no problem with doggy, but he still had his pants on.

  “Oh, this isn’t for me. It’s for you.”

  One hand slid up my back, making me arch. Then he reached down, and I felt a finger encircle my hole.

  I knew what he wanted now—a show while he fingered me open. Well, I was up for that.

  “You mean, you’re not going to fuck me?” I begged, gasping as he stroked me. I was open, ready, and trembling, and I moaned aloud when he slid one finger into my ready hole.

  “In time,” he said as if unaffected, but the bulging erection tenting his pants told me otherwise. I wanted to protest, but I had always enjoyed being fucked this way, and Hunter knew what he was doing, plunging one then two fingers in and out of me with increasing rhythm.

  I cried out, bowing my head and clenching when he hit that secret spot deep inside. His hand slid over my back as if to keep me steady as he took full advantage, hitting that spot over and over again.

  Closing my eyes, I saw stars as I climaxed.

  I was spent after I came, shuddering on his hand. I wanted to make him come as undone as he had made me. But he looked cool and calm.

  “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

  Hunter looked down at me sprawled on the bed. “I think I’ll savor it, actually,” he replied simply. “I like having you completely enthralled by me.” He leaned down to press another hard kiss to my mouth. “Besides, after all the waiting you made me do, I want you begging and pleading for me. I want to be the only thing you’re thinking about in the middle of the day. I want to consume you that you’ll do anything for a piece of me.”

  “You’re such a dick,” I spat at him.

  “And you want every inch of it.” He nipped my mouth then abruptly turned and left.

  I glared at his retreating back, perfect in that suit.

  I hate you.

  46

  Hunter

  It had taken all my self-control to walk away from Meg. I tried to tamp down the claws in my mind that wanted me to turn around and fuck her into the mattress until she screamed.

  But Walter had rattled me more than I had cared to admit.

  I didn’t want a quick and dirty session—not right now anyways. That would come later. I wanted to savor the moment with Meg, have it just her and me and not us and all my demons.

  My pants were uncomfortably tight, and my erection was a hot poker to the brain with every step I took. I hit the elevator button, not trusting that I wouldn’t cream my pants if I took the stairs. The old elevator lurched as it descended then jerked to a halt two floors down.

  I tamped down a groan when Karen stepped on.

  She smiled when she saw me. Then her face turned ugly when she looked down. “You know,” she said, face changing again to a sultrier expression, “I could help take care of that for you.”

  I grabbed her wrist before she could touch me. “No. Thank you.”

  Her nostrils flared.

  “If you can’t handle being the campaign manager,” I said in a clipped tone, “then I understand.”

  Her features smoothed out. “No,” she said. “It’s fine. Just a friendly offer.” She blew me a kiss when the elevator doors opened at the lobby level. “You know where to find me if things… grow… dire.”

  Were things that dire? I wondered as I walked to my car. The cool night air was helping settle me down, physically at least. Mentally, I was a wreck. I wanted to turn around, run upstairs, and fuck Meg.

  But I couldn’t. I didn’t trust myself.

  I slammed my car door shut then leaned my head back against the headrest.

  Was I just like my father?

  I changed clothes then lifted weights when I arrived back home, but it barely helped calm me down. A cold shower didn’t help much, either, and sleeping seemed impossible. I went to the clubroom and drank scotch after scotch to numb myself against Meg, against Walter, against my father, against all of it.

  “You are a fucking disgrace.”

  “Good morning, Greg.” I toasted him with my… how many glasses had I had? My brother was hazy in my vision.

  “You know, when Mace told me that he periodically has to drag you to bed, I thought he was exaggerating. You know how he can be.”

  There was still scotch in the glass.

  “You will not turn into some sort of degenerate,” Greg insisted. “I don’t trust any of the rest of them”—he motioned to my concerned brothers hovering in the doorway—“to take care of the kids properly. And I certainly will not have them in Manhattan.”

  “I don’t know,” I told him, closing my eyes. “Women seem to really go for a rich guy in a suit with a cute kid.” I drained my glass and peered around for the bottle. “You can play up the whole ‘I’m taking care of my little brother after our tragic backstory’ angle. You might be able to find someone to help you get over being both dumped by Belle and humiliated when she stole not one but two big deals out from under you.”

  “It wasn’t stealing. She cheated,” Greg spat.

  “Hm. Maybe I should have her come here and work for my campaign,” I said, sneering at Greg. “Maybe she’ll decide she wants a different Svensson brother after
all.”

  Greg snatched me up by the collar of my T-shirt. I laughed at him.

  “You wouldn’t dare,” Greg snarled in a low voice. “You don’t have the balls.”

  “Yeah, because Meg ran off with them,” Archer said cheerfully.

  “Does no one here have to go to work?” Greg dropped me back onto the chair, disgusted.

  “Not me.” I yawned.

  “You’ve already missed two meetings, and it’s not even lunchtime yet,” Remy said reproachfully.

  “Karen called,” Weston added.

  “I’m sure she has it under control.” I found the scotch bottle. It was empty.

  “She wants to know if you’re prepared for the debate tonight.”

  “Ah, shit.”

  “You could at least go to the campaign office and pretend like you give a shit about this election that we’ve already spent over half a million dollars on,” Garrett said.

  The campaign office was empty when I arrived. My brothers, seeing that I hadn’t come in on time that morning, had set up a video game console and were playing some sort of military sci-fi game.

  “Turn that off,” I barked at them. I turned off the lights and slumped at my desk to nurse my headache.

  “I brought you a little snack to eat before the debate,” Karen said, slipping a plate of saltine crackers and Advil on my desk. “And I have notes for you to review.”

  I half-heartedly flipped through the cards.

  “Boys,” she barked at my brothers, “you all need to prepare campaign handouts ready to give to people at the debate tonight.”

  I checked my phone, half hoping Meg had texted me. If she called me, I was going to drop everything and go to her. I needed her.

  You need to concentrate on the election.

  I tossed my phone back on my desk and leaned back to close my eyes. A vision of Meg swam in front of them, her pussy hot and wet and pink in front of me, the way she had felt when she came on my hand…

  I needed to compose myself. The debate was being moderated by the Harrogate Chronicle. They were going to ask more hard-hitting questions than what I was going to do about the nonexistent alligator infestation.

  Focus.

  I needed to put my obsession with Meg aside. I paced around the office and practiced my answers while Isaac drilled me.

  Greg came into the office an hour before the debate.

  “Don’t blow this,” he warned me. “There are a number of people present from the state that I want to do business with. We will not have another repeat of the train incident.”

  “I have this,” I promised.

  Actually, no, no I don’t.

  47

  Meghan

  “Hunter is the worst!” I cried to Kate the next day.

  “He gave you two orgasms. How bad could he be?” she said, looking up from her phone when I stormed into the campaign office.

  “He humiliated me!” I collapsed at my desk.

  “You need to turn the tables on him,” Kate urged. “The only reason he was acting like that was because he was clearly losing control of the situation. You had your knife in him. You just needed to twist it a bit to bring him to his knees. I bet if you had so much as breathed on his crotch, he would have come in his pants like a fourteen-year-old boy seeing a Victoria’s Secret catalogue for the first time.”

  I buried my head in my arms, remembering just how in control Hunter had been. “I don’t think that’s true.”

  “Of course it is!” Kate scoffed. “Walter told me what happened, how Hunter looked completely unhinged. You are doing that to him. And we need to use that to our advantage.”

  “How?” I asked bitterly. “He clearly had the upper hand.”

  “Literally, it seems, and mouth.” Kate smirked.

  I blushed.

  “This is a good thing,” she said, poking me in the arm. “Use the momentum and keep Hunter off-balance. If he’s obsessing about you, he is not concentrating on the campaign. You have to fight dirty. It’s sexy, filthy politics, baby! And you are going to use the power of pussy to win this election.”

  “I don’t have any more nice clothes,” I complained. “He ripped my halfway decent outfit.”

  “Lucky for you, I went shopping when I was in Manhattan!” Kate said, pulling out a bag from under her desk. “Hunter is not going to know what hit him.” She tugged me out of my suit jacket then handed me a push-up bra and matching panties and shoved me into the bathroom to change.

  “I don’t think this fits.” I huffed, stuffing my boobs in the bra. It pushed them up practically to my neck. “I look ridiculous!”

  Kate opened the door and handed me a fifties-style dress with a low-cut bodice, wide arm straps, and a tight skirt with a slight flare at the base. I struggled into it.

  “I’m practically falling out of this,” I exclaimed, opening the door again and gesturing to my chest. “I could accidentally suffocate him in these.”

  “And I’m sure he would be happy to go that way.” Kate pressed her hands together. “Now put on the belt.” She hefted my boobs up. One of them fell out of the top, and I cursed, stuffing it back in.

  “It’s such a cute rockabilly-style outfit!” Kate squealed, clapping her hands. “You look super sexy! It’s classic fifties small-town girl.” She handed me chunky heels then started fixing my hair. “Now remember,” she coached as she piled my hair into a bun, “you run the show. Hunter is obsessed with you, not the other way around. You have other options. Hunter has Karen.”

  “I do not want Hunter to end up with Karen. I wouldn’t survive it,” I said.

  “And he won’t. Look at yourself in the mirror,” Kate demanded, turning me around. “Look at that perfect hourglass shape.”

  I admired myself. “I do look hot,” I admitted.

  “You look like a bombshell,” she said, blowing me a kiss in the mirror. “Why would Hunter go for the vegan grapefruit skin steak when he could have the dry-aged, heritage-breed, grass-fed steak that is hot and juicy?” She tied a red headband around my head and adjusted my hair so it made a nice little wave as it peeked from under the headband.

  “He doesn’t want any of the models he’s been dating, and he for sure does not want Karen. Billionaires like Hunter can become obsessed, especially if you tell them they can’t have something. They’re like toddlers.” Kate rubbed her hands together gleefully. “You are going to kill at this debate. Wait, almost forgot one more thing!” She applied a bright-red lipstick to my lips and added dark winged eyeliner. “Perfect! Ride Hunter’s dick into the ground!”

  48

  Hunter

  I had been steeling myself all afternoon to deal with Meg. But that involved thinking about Meg, which led to thinking about eating Meg out, sucking on her tits, the noises she had made when she had come and then come again…

  But nothing had prepared me for the vision of Meg that strutted onto the stage.

  “Damn, girl!” Ida called out. “Our future mayor is rocking it!”

  My brain caught on fire and withered away. Stay focused.

  “She’s just doing this to get a rise out of you,” Greg said in my ear. “Do not let her provoke you.”

  The problem? Meg had already run away with my heart years before, and I had been chasing her ever since to take it back. She was already under my skin, and she definitely had already gotten a rise out of me.

  Karen stomped up to the front. “This is disgraceful,” she complained to the moderator. “She’s not even dressed professionally.”

  “I don’t understand?” Meg said in mock innocence. “This is a small-town debate, and I’m wearing a dress. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

  “You need to cover up,” Karen hissed.

  “Don’t cover those beauties up!” Ida yelled, power walking up to the front of the atrium. “She’s the deputy mayor. She can wear whatever she wants.”

  “It’s distracting,” Karen insisted.

  “Oh, well, in that case,
” Ida said loudly to the small crowd who had gathered, cell phone cameras at the ready, “if Hunter is so easily distracted by a pair of tits, then he clearly doesn’t need to be mayor. He can forfeit right now, and we’ll all go to Girl Meets Fig and have a victory cocktail.”

  “Hunter?” the moderator asked.

  Damn, Meg had nice tits.

  “Hunter.”

  “Huh?”

  “Can you handle it?” the woman asked.

  “Sure, sure.” What are we doing? We should do it from the back…

  “Welcome to the first debate of the runoff election,” the moderator announced. “Your first question. What is more important in the city of Harrogate right now: building new housing and commercial buildings or better utilization of our existing building stock? Hunter, you’re up first.”

  Crap. This was a question tailor-made for me. You got this.

  Greg was glaring at me. Don’t fuck this up, he mouthed.

  Beside me, Meg was adjusting her dress, making this little shimmying motion. I wanted her to do that on my cock.

  “Mr. Svensson?”

  “We… uh… we at Svensson Investment.”

  Meg pulled at the straps, making her tits jiggle.

  “Do you have an answer?” the moderator prompted.

  Meg looked over at me and batted her eyelashes. “I can answer for him,” she quipped. “I’ve had to sit through enough of the Svenssons’ dog and pony shows to know their party line by heart.” She smiled at the crowd, the bright-red lipstick drawing my eyes to her mouth. I envisioned those lips around my cock.

  “Hunter is going to tell you that they are on board with both building new and rehabbing old buildings, then he’s going to try to impress you with a laundry list of projects his firm has done and investments they’ve made. Then he’s going to talk about how Harrogate is attracting all these new people, and they just absolutely have to build these high-end luxury condos on the greenbelt outside of town even though it’s protected and even though part of our city’s heritage is not just industrial history but also the farming community and rural way of life.”