The Book Boyfriend Series Box Set

by Carly Phillips

  “Uh, oh, are you feeling the urge to populate with some baby Sinclairs?” While Wes had been lost in his thoughts, Jackson had come up beside him and figured out what had ensnared his attention . . . Natalie holding a baby. He took a drink of beer from his bottle and glanced at his friend, giving him a droll smile. “Not even close.”

  Jackson studied him for a few moments longer before glancing back at the circle of women and speaking again. “You know, the whole marriage thing isn’t as unpleasant as you might think.”

  Wes arched a brow. “This coming from the guy who went through a nasty divorce?”

  His friend shrugged. “So I didn’t get it right the first time, and looking back, I never should have married Collette, because I did it for the wrong reasons. But Tara . . . ” A sappy smile transformed his expression. “She is everything I want and didn’t know I needed. And so much more. But I suppose that’s something you’re just going to have to figure out for yourself.”

  Wes rolled his eyes in humor. “Okay, yeah, thanks for your words of wisdom.” But he already knew they didn’t apply to him. And especially not him and Natalie—his best friend’s little sister and a woman who’d already set down strict guidelines for their affair, which didn’t include anything other than getting laid regularly for the next two weeks.

  “By the way, isn’t that the brunette who was ignoring you that time we met for drinks over at the Popped Cherry?” Jackson questioned in a speculative tone.

  Wes was surprised his friend remembered that evening. “Yes.”

  “And now she’s dating you?” he asked incredulously. “How the hell did that happen?”

  “She lost a bet we made, and now she owes me two weeks of her time.” That was the nice, polite version.

  “Jesus, Sinclair, you’re resorting to bribing women now?” Laughter tinged Jackson’s voice.

  “Hardly. I’ve never had to bribe a woman for anything. Natalie lost, fair and square.” He finished off the last of his beer. “So far, it’s been . . . interesting.”

  Jackson scoffed. “A beautiful, sexy woman like that, and the only word you can come up with is interesting?”

  Other words definitely came to mind to describe his time with Natalie so far . . . aggravating, frustrating, amusing, entertaining, and hot as hell. He couldn’t ever remember having so much fun with a woman before. But then again, no other woman would have ever dared to follow through with the stunts that Natalie had that night at his poker game. And looking back at that evening, Wes realized for as exasperated as he’d been at the time, he now thought about it with a fond smile. It took a daring woman to provoke him the way she had, without fear of the consequences. A woman with ingenuity to keep him guessing, which was a huge turn-on. Being with Natalie was like a whirlwind, and he enjoyed that unpredictability more than he would have ever believed.

  Jackson’s wife, Tara, came up to them and grabbed her husband’s hand. “Hi, Wes,” she said to him with a smile. “Do you mind if I steal Jackson away for a few minutes?”

  “Of course not,” Wes said graciously. “He is, after all, the birthday boy.”

  Jackson’s eyes lit up hopefully, teasingly as he looked down at his wife. “Is this some kind of surprise present you can only give me in private?”

  Tara batted his arm as a blush swept across her cheeks. “Behave yourself. You already got that present this morning.”

  Jackson chuckled. “Yeah, that was a fantastic way to start the day, but I’m not opposed to another one of those presents.”

  “Stop,” Tara said, embarrassed but still laughing.

  She pulled Jackson away, and since Wes didn’t see Natalie around—last he’d seen of her she was heading into the house with Samantha and the baby—he ventured over to Clay to continue a conversation he’d been having with the other man about a commercial building in the city he was interested in purchasing to open another bar.

  After a while, Jackson stood up in front of everyone with Tara by his side, stating he’d like everyone’s attention. The guests in the backyard grew quiet, and Wes was surprised when Natalie came up beside him and slipped her arm into his as if she belonged there. As if it was the most natural thing in the world to be so . . . intimate with him in public.

  As a standard rule, he didn’t like clingy women—females who overstepped their boundaries or tried to cozy up to him outside of the bedroom. He didn’t hold hands, and he didn’t invite public displays of affection because it sent signals to the woman that they were an item and that she belonged to him when she really didn’t. It was a perception he steadfastly avoided because it led to awkward misunderstandings in terms of their affair.

  But having Natalie lightly curl her arm around his and press up against his side made him feel . . . protective of her. And a little possessive, too. It made his pulse pound with awareness, and when he glanced at her and she smiled at him in such a soft, sweet manner, all he could think about was how much he enjoyed being with her when they weren’t trying to one-up each other. And how much he wanted her. How badly he ached to hear her soft moans of bliss when he sank deep inside her. How desperate he suddenly was to get her alone so he could slake this constant desire she aroused in him.

  “Hey,” he said, his voice lower and huskier than he’d intended. “Are you having a good time?”

  “Yes,” she replied with a genuine nod of pleasure. “Everyone here is so nice and friendly.”

  “Good.” He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer to his side, not questioning something that felt so right in the moment. She blinked up at him in surprise, but she didn’t protest or pull away.

  The sound of Jackson’s voice redirected their attention to the other man.

  “So, first of all, I want to thank everyone for being here today,” he said, his statement genuinely heartfelt. “And I have to tell you that Tara gave me the best gift I could ever ask for on my birthday,” he began, but his smartass brother, Mason, cut him off.

  “She’s going to finally release that ball and chain?” he called out.

  Tara gave Mason a mock glare, and Jackson didn’t hesitate to flip his brother off, which made most everyone laugh.

  Then Jackson grinned. “No, she’s pregnant and I’m going to be a dad.”

  The women in the area gasped in delight, and Wes even heard Natalie release a soft little sigh that he would have sworn was laced with envy. The guys congratulated Jackson, and a round of shots was poured to celebrate.

  “I’m going to head over to the dessert table,” Natalie said to Wes. “Samantha said she made everything, and those lemon cupcakes are calling my name.”

  “Okay. I’ll be done here in a sec.” Wes didn’t want to be rude since someone had already put a shot glass of liquor into his hands. Clearly, he was expected to partake in the upcoming toast to Jackson’s impending fatherhood.

  Fifteen minutes later, he went in search of Natalie and found her sitting at one of the many tables that had been set up for the guests out in the yard. She was off to the side in an area that wasn’t well lit, and she was all alone, but she smiled when she saw him coming.

  He sat down in the folding chair next to hers, facing her, his back to the deck, where everyone else was hanging out. “What are you doing out here by yourself?”

  “Just watching everything going on.”

  There was something emotional in her eyes, a longing he didn’t address because he didn’t know what to say, and he certainly had no reassurances for her. So, instead, he turned the conversation to a topic that was much safer, for both of them.

  “How’s the cupcake?” he asked as she picked up the last little section left on her plate with her fingers.

  “Absolutely amazing. This is my second one,” she admitted guiltily, and winced in chagrin for indulging. “Please take the last bite.”

  He grinned wickedly. “You gonna feed it to me?”

  “Are you sure you want me to do that?” She flashed him a playful smile.

 
She didn’t wait for his answer. Instead, she automatically lifted the dessert toward him, the devious look in her eyes warning Wes that he was most likely going to end up with cake and frosting smeared across his face.

  Grabbing her wrist before she could reach him, he took control and turned things around on her. He brought her hand to his parted lips and pushed her fingers—and the bite of cupcake—into his mouth. He ate the lemony dessert, moaning in agreement with just how delicious it was. But he didn’t let go of her wrist. Instead, he licked the sticky remnants of frosting from her fingers and nibbled on the tips before sucking two deep into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the lengths then slowly pulled them back out again.

  She groaned softly in the back of her throat. “You’re giving me dirty ideas about what I’d like to do to you.”

  He liked the way that sounded. A lot. “Ummm . . . let me give you a few more,” he murmured, and proceeded to slide her fingers in and out of his mouth, deliberately putting a whole slew of suggestive images into her head.

  Her breathing quickly escalated. Her lashes fell half-mast, and her eyes flickered with unmistakable lust. “Oh, God . . .you need to stop.”

  Leisurely, he pulled her fingers from his mouth but didn’t release her hand just yet. “Don’t you want to know what I’m going to do with you when I get you alone?”

  “Wes . . . ” she whispered, looking and sounding completely torn as to whether she wanted to take the good girl route or the bad girl one.

  He made the decision for her. “Let me show you.”

  Holding her heavy-lidded gaze, he slid his tongue down between her index and middle finger, gradually spreading them apart for his mouth, then swept his tongue along that sensitive webbing where the two fingers joined, just as he’d done the other night between her legs. The darkening of Natalie’s gaze, the way she bit her bottom lip and squirmed on her chair told him that she was remembering every erotic detail of how he’d gone down on her. And fuck, he couldn’t wait to do it again.

  “I . . . I think we need to go,” she said, her voice excruciatingly aroused.

  He pulled her fingers away from his mouth but held on to her hand. “I agree.” And so did his rapidly hardening dick. They needed to leave while he could still walk out without embarrassing himself.

  They made their rounds and said their good-byes, and as soon as they were in his car and on the road back to her place, she reached over and ran her hand up the inside of his thigh, then traced the hard outline of his thickening cock pressing against the fly of his jeans.

  He swallowed a needy groan and gave her a quick, uncertain glance as she unbuttoned his jeans and began pulling down his zipper. Oh, fuck. “What are you doing?” he asked in a strangled voice while desperately trying to keep his eyes focused on driving.

  She unfastened her seat belt and leaned over the console, her lips touching along his jaw and up to his ear as she took the stiff length of his dick in her soft hand and gave him a slow, tantalizing stroke that made him even harder. “All those dirty ideas you just gave me . . . I want to put to good use, right now. So, keep your eyes on the road and drive carefully, okay?”

  Since speech was suddenly impossible, he could only answer with an eager nod.

  Chapter Twelve

  The moment Natalie’s warm, wet mouth enveloped his shaft, Wes’s stomach hollowed out and his entire body shuddered with a sudden, excruciating need he’d never experienced before. It had nothing to do with the fact that having a woman give him a blow job while he was driving was a first for him—one of those hot fantasies he’d imagined as a teenager and had hoped for as an adult but had never found a woman brazen enough to do—but that undeniable need had everything to do with the woman herself.

  For years he’d fought his attraction to Natalie, for various valid reasons, but he was beginning to wonder if, despite keeping her at arm’s length emotionally, she’d somehow gotten under his skin any way. And now that they had free reign to give in to every one of their desires for one another, everything he’d held back and those deep, buried feelings he’d harbored for Natalie were becoming a reality he could no longer ignore.

  The thought scared the hell out of him, and he was eternally grateful when she wrapped her lips tight around the base of his cock and slowly worked her way back up to the head again, dissolving every worry in his mind except for the absolute pleasure of her generous, ravenous mouth working his dick over. She put her tongue to good use, licking him from root to tip and swirling it around the swollen, sensitive crown, taunting and tormenting him and keeping him right on the edge of release, which was nothing less than he’d expect from the tease. And for now, he allowed her be the one in control.

  Concentrating on the road took effort, as did the drive back to her place. He had to grit his teeth more than once, and both of his hands gripped the steering wheel like a lifeline as she took him all the way to the back of her throat and made a purring sound that vibrated along the length of his shaft. Her head bobbed in his lap, her silky hair spilling across his abdomen, while her decadent mouth sheathed him again and again, sucking repeatedly, but always careful to pull back and slow down when he was only a few strokes away from coming.

  When he reached her place, he parked his car in the very back of the lot, where it was dark and secluded. He shut off the engine with an abrupt twist of his wrist, and before Natalie could lift her head, he burrowed his hand into her hair, twisting the strands tight around his fingers, and guided her mouth back over his driving cock. With a soft moan, she went back down on him willingly, swallowing him greedily, even when he pushed so fucking deep he felt her constrict around the head before her throat opened up to take more of him.

  The avid, eager sounds Natalie made spurred him on as he continued to fuck her lush mouth. He was so aroused he ached from his thighs to his belly, the muscles in his stomach flexing as the tension building inside of him finally reached that breaking point. It was all so good, so fucking good, and there was nothing he could do but surrender to the intense climax throbbing its way through his shaft.

  While his strangled groans filled the small confines of the car, his head fell back against the headrest, and he squeezed his eyes shut as his hips arched off the seat, instinctively thrusting every inch of his cock between her soft lips. With a sharp gasp and a guttural shout, he came, pumping hot and hard down her throat. Waves of pleasure rolled through him, knocking the breath out of his lungs, until the last spasm of release shook his entire body.

  When he finally came back to his senses, he found Natalie smiling at him, the dim lighting in the car enabling him to see the pleased look in her eyes as she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “That was so hot,” she murmured.

  A fucking understatement. All he could manage was an appreciative grunt for a reply, and with fumbling fingers, he eased his dick back into his jeans.

  “Want to come up for a nightcap?” she offered.

  She’d definitely taken the edge off for him, but he wasn’t done with Natalie for the evening, and there was no way he was going to pass up any opportunity to spend more time with her. “Only if that is code for getting you naked and having my way with you.”

  She laughed huskily. “That sounds really good to me.”

  He escorted her up to her place, and as soon as they were in her condo and the door was shut and locked behind them, she set her purse down on a small table and started to walk away from him, toward the kitchen.

  Before she had the chance to leave the entryway, he snagged her around the waist with his arm and pulled her backside flush to his front. “Where are you going, Minx?” he asked against her ear.

  He felt her shiver against him. “I thought we really might have a drink so you could . . . you know, have some time to recharge your batteries.”

  Did she honestly think he needed downtime before he could get it up for her twice in a row? Just holding her this close and inhaling her alluring feminine scent, as well as feeling the soft curve of her b
ottom pressed up against his groin, already had him getting nice and stiff again.

  He rolled his hips against hers, making sure she felt the hard length of his erection along the crease of her ass. “The only thing that is going to recharge my batteries is you.”

  “Oh,” she said on a soft exhale.

  “Yeah, oh.” He chuckled as he walked her in the direction of her small living room, then released her. His hands went to the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it all the way down to the base of her spine, then he pushed the material off her shoulders so it fell to the floor at her feet.

  She started to turn around, but he put his hands on her arms and stopped her. “Don’t move,” he ordered in a firm tone. “Stay right where you are and take off your bra and panties and shoes.”

  While she did exactly as he asked, and he was able to watch, he also stripped out of his own clothes so that getting naked was completely out of the way and he could fuck her without breaking the moment. He also donned one of the condoms he’d tucked into his wallet before leaving his house today so that wouldn’t be an issue, either.

  Gently pushing her hair off to one shoulder so the right side of her neck was exposed, he closed the distance between them again and used the same arm around her waist to anchor her up against his naked body, loving how she fit so perfectly against him. As if she was designed specifically for him. He placed his free hand at her throat, and with a gentle pressure, he tipped her head back so it was resting on his shoulder and he could place hot, damp kisses along her neck.

  She moaned his name like a plea as he licked across her skin. Her knees started to shake, and he felt her stomach tremble where his other hand was splayed.

  “Tell me what you want,” he rasped into her ear, willing to give her anything she asked for. Anything she desired.