Forrest’s green eyes look up at me, pleading, and I hang my head in defeat. I am so fucked when it comes to these kids.
“I’ll play SkipBo with you after dinner,” I grunt.
“Yay,” Kayleigh shouts from across the room, throwing her hands up in the air.
I can feel Brooklyn’s gaze on me, so I tip my head to the side to look at her a little better.
“Oh, you’re such a nice Knuckle,” she whispers.
I make a harrumphing noise as I grab a handful of her ass then give her a little swat on her plump ass. She yelps and hurries over to an empty seat.
My dad breaks open the pizzas, and I wrap my hand around Brooklyn’s thigh as she chats with Luna and Macie.
I hear my dad’s voice clear once everyone has food and begins to eat. My attention turns toward the men, specifically my dad, who begins to grill me about the arson on Brooklyn’s condo.
Apparently, my fucking brothers can’t keep their fucking mouths shut.
After the food has been consumed, I’ve answered all of my father’s questions and I’m sure Brooklyn has been thoroughly interrogated by the women, my mother excitedly announces that the girls will be in the kitchen, cooking and having cocktails.
I’m directed to the table for an exciting game of SkipBo, by two pint-sized drill sergeant kids. I force Benjamin and Dillon into it as well, after all, these are their kids I’m being strong armed into playing the game with.
Letting out a yawn, I check my watch and am surprised by the late hour after about what seems to be our fiftieth round of the game. I stand to check on Brooklyn. Sneaking my way into the kitchen, I stop abruptly at the sight before me.
Luna, Macie, my mom, and Brooklyn are all in a fit of giggles.
My chest warms at the sight.
This is my woman.
She fits in perfectly with the people I love most in this world.
I’m unable to stop my smile at the sight—it’s gorgeous.
Chapter Ten
BROOKLYN
Lucas switches the lock in place, turning around to face him, I lick my bottom lip as my eyes scan his body. I feel animalistic and needy. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my lips to his.
Pressing my weight against him, he stumbles backward. His back hits the door as I slowly sink to my knees in front of him, tugging his button open on his jeans.
Quickly, I unbutton then pull down the zipper of his jeans and shove them past his hips just enough to free his cock.
“Brooklyn,” he rasps.
I ignore him, wrapping my hand around the base of his length. Opening my mouth, I suck him deep down my throat. I hear a thud, I look up through my lashes to see his head tipped back against the door, and his eyes closed.
Lucas’ jaw is slack, he looks like he’s in complete bliss. It’s almost the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life, it’s a close second to the way he looks when he comes deep inside of me.
My pussy pulses, aching between my legs, as I continue to suck him. My tongue swirls, my cheeks hollowing as I try to take him as far down my throat as possible, wishing I could deep throat him—wanting to give him as much pleasure as he always gives me.
I unbutton my jeans, slipping my free hand down my panties as I lick his shaft. This plug has had me wet all freaking night long.
Between that and watching him play children’s card games all evening with his niece and nephew.
All I can think about is sex.
Every step I took, every time I fucking exhaled, I could feel it inside of me. It felt exactly like I knew it would, like he was inside of me all evening. It felt even better than I imagined.
I need him to fuck my ass tonight. There is no way I’ll be able to sleep if he doesn’t.
“Kitten,” he groans. He reaches toward me, his hand grabs a fistful of my hair. “Suck on my balls,” he rasps.
Lucas’ fingers tighten in my hair, I do as he requests, happily. I open my mouth and gently suck one of his balls into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I graze my fingers through my slit and start to pet my clit, moaning as my eyes slide closed.
I feel a tug at my scalp, and Lucas pulls my head away from him. I almost whimper at the loss of him, but when I open my eyes, I can tell that he’s on the edge and about to snap.
“I don’t want to come on your face tonight, kitten. I will, but not tonight. I want to fill that tight cunt. Strip and spread for me,” he practically growls.
Reluctantly, I take my hand out of my jeans. Pulling off my shirt, I throw it somewhere on the floor before I stand, then I practically rip my bra off. My shoes, jeans, and panties are next.
I feel hurried as I divest myself of everything I’m wearing. Lucas doesn’t have to tell me twice. I practically sprint to the bed and crawl up to the headboard, propping my back against it as I spread my thighs and bend my knees.
My entire body is alive as his eyes take me in from face to pussy. His lips turn up into a smirk. Lucas slowly removes his own clothing, forcing me to watch as my mouth waters and my pussy spasms with every inch of his body he exposes.
One touch against my aching clit and I know I’ll come. A moan escapes my lips as he begins to crawl up my body from the bottom of the bed.
“Baby,” I whisper. His arms hook under my knees and he forces my legs to spread wider as he pushes them up and back a little further. “More, Lucas,” I urge.
I feel like I’m about to be snapped in half, but the burn feels so damn good. I don’t look down at my stomach, which I’m sure is rippled with dips and rolls, right now I couldn't care less.
I’m too focused on watching his face, the way he looks like he’s in awe as he sinks inside of me. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the entire world.
“So good, Brooklyn,” he whispers against my mouth.
His tongue fills me as he begins to move inside of me with a slow, almost lazy pace. I feel stretched, filled and desired. It all feels so intense. His pelvis grinds against my clit with every slow down stroke.
My legs start to burn and shake, but he doesn’t attempt to change our positions, and I’m glad for it. Reaching up, I wrap my fingers around his biceps and hold on tight, my fingernails digging into his skin.
“Are you going to come, kitten? Show me how much you want to please me. Come for me,” he mumbles against my mouth before he starts to nibble on my bottom lip.
I whimper again as I close my eyes and let my head rest back against the headboard. My orgasm washes over me, but it doesn’t even dull my need for another release. I don’t think I’ll be able to wear this fucking plug in public ever again, not if he isn’t around to relieve the ache that it causes, on the hour every hour.
“More, I need more,” I beg.
Lucas releases one of my legs then presses his thumb against my clit. The second he touches me, a gasp escapes my lips. He rubs firm circles against me, and I feel another climax rush through me without warning. It’s so hard that my torso actually jerks.
Only then does he fuck me, he slams into me hard. The headboard bangs against the wall, but I’m too lost in him to care. His hips thrust into me with so much strength that it makes the air in my lungs completely escape me.
I watch as his green eyes widen, then he plants himself deep inside of me and comes on a deep groan that vibrates his chest.
My body slumps instantly, boneless and too tired to even move an inch. But he doesn’t allow me to catch my breath for long. His thumb starts to rub my extremely sensitive clit, I reach down between us to stop him, wrapping my hand around his wrist.
“Take it, Brooklyn,” he growls.
I let out a long exhale as I release his hand, doing what he says. Pinching my eyes closed, I take it. I’m so sensitive, so swollen, that it doesn’t take me long before my eyes flutter open again.
The sensitive pain completely melting away into something else, want and desire—need. My chest heaves as my pussy clenches, again, so close to the edge. Lucas’ teeth nip at my
bottom lip at the same time his fingers slap my clit.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
He repeats the move, and I let out a hiss of surprise as I come, again. I’m thankful when he doesn’t continue touching me. Instead, he wraps his arms around my back and gently pulls me against his chest.
Burying my face against his neck, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. My body jerks and shakes lightly as I attempt to catch my breath. I’ve never felt anything so intense in my entire life, and yet, I want more.
I want him buried in my ass with his fingers inside of my pussy. I’m so damn wanton for him, my body craving him no matter how many times I’ve had him.
One of Lucas’ hands begins to gently stroke the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair as I feel his warm breath against my ear.
“Such a good girl, Brooklyn. Fuck, so good.”
He gently lays me down, his dick slipping from inside of me, but I can’t even muster the energy to moan. My eyes close, and I feel him slip off of the bed and hear him move around the room.
I gasp when something warm slips between my legs and my eyes open to see he’s wiping me with a washcloth. I let out a long groan when he gently removes the plug from me.
“But…”
He winks. “You’ve been spectacular, kitten. However, I can tell when your body needs a rest. You need a good night’s sleep.”
Without much of a thought about how my body has been played by him, I turn my upper half and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, tugging him down so that our faces are just centimeters apart. He lets out a grunt as my mouth touches his and my tongue slides across his lips.
“I need you in my ass, Lucas. Don’t make me wait another minute.”
“Fuck,” he growls.
Without another word, his hands move, wrapping around my hips and he shifts me until I’m on my back. He wraps his hands around the backs of my knees and pushes them all the way up my body until my knees are practically next to my ears.
Closing my eyes, I feel cool liquid against my cheeks, then his fingers massage the space that the butt plug has been all evening.
I bite the bottom of my lip, my eyes never leaving his intense green ones. Slowly he sinks inside of my back entrance, my body stretching to accommodate him.
“How did you end up here with me?” he asks.
I shake my head, unable to answer him, my words have been stolen from me. He pulls out, almost completely then slowly sinks back inside.
Moving one of my hands between us, I slip two fingers inside of my pussy and begin to slowly pump them in and out of myself.
We stay completely silent, except for the panting breaths that fill the room. He fucks my ass, my fingers fuck my pussy in between playing with my clit, until we both come—again.
This time I don’t beg for more, my entire body is completely boneless.
My eyes are so heavy that I physically cannot keep them open. A few minutes later, I feel the bed dip, the covers being yanked from beneath me. They’re thrown over my body as Lucas slips his thigh between mine and wraps me in his arms from behind.
His lips touch the side of my neck, and my entire body relaxes as I drift to sleep with my back against his chest.
LUCAS
Standing on my parents’ back porch, I take a sip of my coffee as I look at the grounds. Forrest and Kayleigh are running around playing, no doubt coming up with more ways to torture me during the day.
After our SkipBo marathon last night, I’m not sure how much more I can take. I smirk when I see Harmony trying to catch them, her little legs not quite fast enough to keep up with her cousins.
I’ve never really watched them before, not like this. I’m actually seeing them, and my heart thuds against my chest. I want them, I want some of my own and that doesn’t scare me as much as it should.
I feel a hand wrap around my waist, but I know it isn’t Brooklyn’s. It’s the comforting hold of my mother. I’m not an extremely affectionate man. I never have been, even as a child.
My mom and I have an unbreakable bond, though, one that is quiet but strong. I don’t know what it is, or how it came to be, but it’s always been there.
“I like her, Lucas,” she says as she watches her grandchildren play.
I don’t respond, waiting for her to finish. She undoubtedly has more to say. She inhales deeply, then exhales before she continues.
“She’s young, but she’s driven, focused and smart. She’s soft to your hard. You fit together very well. She’ll make a good partner, I believe. And she’s young enough that you have a few years to wait for children if you so choose.”
I grunt, unsure how to respond to her. Brooklyn is all of those things, of course, and it isn’t lost on me that she is young enough to start a family with.
I never thought that I wanted a family.
However, I could see Brooklyn being a nurturing mother, especially with her dedication to children she has no familial ties with.
“I love her,” I confess.
It feels almost dirty to tell my mother before I’ve told Brooklyn, but it’s something I still need to process, because I’ve never felt this way before.
My mother tenses beside me, and I hear her exhale a ragged breath. “You need to tell her that, Lucas. Don’t keep it from her. Being open and honest is important in a relationship. I know she’s living with you, but women need to hear things like that. She will never be able to read your mind, so you must verbally communicate your feelings to her.”
My response is cut off when my father, Macie, and Luna walk outside. My mom turns around and walks back into the house, most likely to begin preparing breakfast for everyone.
I let her quiet words sink in, and I know that she’s right. I need to tell Brooklyn more of how I feel, I just don’t quite know how.
“Lucas?” Luna calls out as I turn to go upstairs to wake up Brooklyn.
I don’t respond verbally. Looking over at her, I wait for her to continue. Luna’s much like my mother. She’s the baby, and the only girl, so all of us boys have always taken care of her. She can be a ballbuster, but she has softness inside of her too.
“I like her, a lot.”
“I’m glad I have your approval,” I state.
Luna rolls her eyes before she closes the distance between us. “Seriously, Lucas. Everyone has been worried about you. I mean, we worry about Dillon, too, but you’re the one we’ve worried about the most. You’re strong, and you’re so closed off sometimes. I never thought that you would settle down with a woman. To be honest, I was kind of scared at the type of woman you would pick,” she says, giving me a fake shiver.
“What kind of woman did you expect?” I ask. She’s completely piqued my interest now.
She sighs and tips her chin down slightly before lifting her eyes back up to mine. “I expected one of those cold bitches. Maybe a rich client of yours, or one of those model types who is really just a gold-digging whore. I know you make great money, and you’re not fugly. I just…”
I don’t hold back my laughter, interrupting her heartfelt speech. Luna plants her hands on her hips and gives me an angry, narrowed eye.
“I’m sorry, I am. But there is no way in fuck I’d end up with one of my clients. I’ve dated the gold-digger model types, as you put it, and can spot them a mile away. Honestly, I’d given up finding anyone, for more than a night, completely content in my bachelorhood. That is until Brooklyn came barging through my conference room.” I wink. “I’m glad you like her. She’s going to be around for a long fucking time,” I say, as I reach up and tug on a piece of her hair.
“Well, thank goodness. She’s fun, and it’s nice having another woman around this place to even the playing field,” she smirks.
Shaking my head, I turn away from her and begin to walk toward the stairs, where I know my woman is still sound asleep in my old bedroom.
Slipping inside of our room, I lock the door behind me as I make my way towar
d the bed. Brooklyn is exactly where I thought she’d still be.
The sheets are pulled all around her, and she’s cocooned herself inside of them, only her dark hair peeking out of the top.
Sitting down next to her, I shift her hair from her face and gently tug the bedding down to expose her torso. She’s lying on her side, her hands pressed together beneath her cheek, and her lips in a slight pout.
She looks fucking beautiful.
I trail my fingers down her arm then her waist before I bring them over to her full tit. She whimpers as I swirl my finger around her nipple, watching it pucker, her body responding before she’s even conscious.
I know when she wakes because she sucks in a loud breath and her eyelids flutter open. I don’t stop touching her as her pretty amber eyes meet mine. I watch as her lips form a smile before her mouth forms an O as I pinch her hardened nipple.
“Lucas,” she hisses.
I smile, leaning down and pressing my lips to her forehead. “How’d you sleep, kitten?” I ask.
“Better than I thought I would, thank you,” she says with a sweet little blush.
It takes everything inside of me not to crawl between the sheets and fuck her right now. She’s so warm and languid. I know she’d accept whatever I gave her, sleepily and happily, just like she does every other morning we wake up together. I sigh and close my eyes, clenching my jaw, then I return my gaze to hers.
“Everyone is preparing to start the day. Breakfast will be ready soon, then you’ll probably be in the kitchen all day. Mom doesn’t let us boys cross the threshold, so I can’t join you. You’ll be okay?” I ask.
I keep my voice even and quiet, trying not to show the disappointment I feel at being away from her all day. Fuck. I’ve turned into a complete fucking pussy for her, and I don’t even care. Brooklyn smiles, and it’s so fucking bright that it’s almost blinding.
“I love your mom. I like Macie and Luna, too. They’re so sweet, baby. It’s going to be fun. Your mom promised mimosas this morning, which I will undoubtedly need,” she announces. Her cheeks turn dark pink with a blush.
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