I don’t even get the opportunity to protest. He bends down slightly, angling his shoulder against my stomach before he lifts me up. He jogs in the sand, my chest bouncing against his back with every move, and I’m unable to stop the laugh that bubbles from inside of me.
“What happened to fucking outside?” I breathe.
Lucas chuckles. “I’ll fuck you outside later, but the first time I fuck my fiancée, I don’t want anybody to be able to see.”
Once we’re inside, Lucas doesn’t release me, not until we’re upstairs. Then he does so by depositing me onto the bed. I bounce once, my entire body moving on the bed.
“This bikini is sinful,” he chuckles, reaching forward.
I hold my breath when his palm touches the center of my chest and slowly slides down my body until he reaches my stomach. His fingers dance toward my hips where the ties of my bikini are, I bite the inside of my cheek as he tugs them open before he pulls the bottoms down my legs.
“Lucas?” I moan.
His only response is to hum, his eyes are taking in all of my exposed body. I feel beautiful when he looks at me. I know that I’m not the skinniest or prettiest girl in the world, but when Lucas’ eyes are on me, I feel like I am.
“Fuck, Brooklyn. How in the world did I get so goddamn lucky to have found you?” he asks.
I open my mouth to answer, but he doesn’t allow me to speak. His lips find mine, his tongue slides inside of my mouth, and then his cock fills my pussy in one quick stroke, rooting deep inside of me. Spreading my thighs, I wrap my legs around his waist and whimper as he begins to move.
Lucas’ mouth never leaves mine. He swallows all of my moans and whimpers, just as I swallow all of his grunts and groans. When I come, it’s on a whimpered sigh, when he comes shortly after me, it’s on a growl.
Chapter Eighteen
BROOKLYN
My eyes flutter open as I feel something warm and delicious between my thighs. With a sigh, I reach down, sliding my fingers through Lucas’ soft hair. Unable to control myself, I let out a husky sounding moan.
He grunts as his tongue presses a little harder against my clit, then he sucks it between his lips and gently nips me.
Oh, shit.
I arch my back, grinding my pussy closer to him, silently begging for more. Needing it. Lucas slides two fingers inside of me, curling them and causing me to shiver.
“Baby,” I moan.
His tongue starts to lick and flick in rapid succession against my clit, his fingers making a come-hither motion inside of me all at the same time.
My orgasm rushes through me without warning. Tightening my fingers in his hair, I let out a long cry as every muscle in my body tenses.
When I slowly come down from my orgasm, he presses his lips against my clit and kisses me. Gently, he removes his fingers from inside of me, then guides them down to my back entrance. I hum, knowing that his touch there is always welcome and always so damn good.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, his fingers gently massaging my ass.
I pretend to think about his words. I could have told him in my sleep where I wanted him. The answer is simple. I want him to fill every single part of me. If I could have all of him at the same time, I’d take it.
Inhaling, I look down at him, my lips twitching into a slow smile. “Everywhere, Lucas. I want you everywhere.”
He nods as his nostrils flare, and I watch as he sits back slightly. He reaches over toward the nightstand and grabs a bottle that I hadn’t seen there earlier.
Biting my bottom lip, I watch him focus on his fingers against my ass, grunting as two fill me. I let out a long moan of my own as he fucks my back entrance.
He’s concentrating, his tongue sticking out slightly, scissoring his digits inside of me, driving me insane while he looks completely unaffected.
“Play with your gorgeous pussy, kitten,” he demands.
I’m so hot, my body feels as though it’s going to catch fire. My hand immediately flies down to my center, and I start to stroke my clit. When I dip two fingers inside of myself, I feel Lucas’ fingers leave my ass.
He replaces his fingers with the head of his cock. I force myself to relax, knowing that once he’s filled me completely, I’ll enjoy the way it feels.
“Keep playing, Brooklyn. Fucking hell, you look so damn sexy right now,” he grunts.
My eyes connect to his as I start to pump my fingers in and out of my pussy, my palm grinding against my clit the way I like and the way I know he likes to watch. Lucas wraps one hand around his cock, and the other he uses to press my thigh back gently.
His eyes never leave mine.
I love it when he takes me like this. Face-to-face, his green eyes focused on mine as he sinks inside of me. His jaw is clenched tight, there’s a sheen of sweat that’s covering his face and chest, glistening in the sunlight that’s leaking in from the windows. He’s never looked sexier.
Lucas gently, and ever so slowly, begins to sink inside of me.
“Tell me, kitten, how do you feel?” he whispers, his lips touching mine.
I lift my hips, fucking him just a little as I continue to finger myself. His voice is ragged, deep and husky, just the way that I absolutely love it.
My fiancé.
Shit. My entire body jerks, remembering that I am indeed engaged to this man.
“Full, baby. So fucking full. I feel like I’m going to split in two, so good,” I moan.
I don’t tell him that I feel like I’m going to explode from the inside out. Not just from the mind-blowing sex, but from the explosive amount of emotion that is running throughout my entire body.
Lucas grunts, pulling almost completely out of me, before he sinks back inside. My body begins to shake as my breath comes out in pants.
I love the way he feels as he moves inside of me. We don’t say anything else, our eyes stay connected as he fucks my ass.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel my orgasm on the edge. Removing my fingers from my pussy, I begin to rub circles against my clit, bringing myself higher. I’m so close, my body begins to tremble and my eyes slide closed as the orgasm slowly takes over.
“Come, kitten. I’m so goddamn close. You’re too tight,” he grunts through gritted teeth.
His words send me over the edge, I let out a scream as one of the single most intense orgasms of my life completely takes over my body.
I hear Lucas’ muffled roar as he stills inside of me. His lips crash against mine as his tongue fills my mouth. His body twitches above me a few times as he continues to kiss me.
Only when we both need to catch our breaths does he rest his forehead against mine. “That was absolutely amazing,” he whispers.
I hum my response, too exhausted to speak. Letting out a long sigh as he slips from my body. I already miss him inside of me. Keeping my eyes closed, I don’t watch him walk away.
He returns a few moments later, causing the bed to dip as he sinks his knee next to my body. I assume he’s going to clean me with a washcloth like last time, but he doesn’t. Instead, he picks me up and my eyes fly open.
“What’s happening?” I ask, my voice sounding lethargic even to my own ears.
Lucas’ nose slides alongside my temple. “We’re taking a warm bath. Then I’m going to feed you, and you’re going to relax on the loungers by the pool for the rest of the day,” he murmurs.
“Sounds like absolute heaven,” I breathe.
“I didn’t tell you the best part,” he murmurs as he gently lowers me into the warm tub.
I wait for his next words, but he doesn’t speak immediately. I watch as he sinks into the tub behind me, widening his legs before he tugs me back against his chest. Only once he’s settled does he speak again.
“I’m going to eat you all fucking day long. By the time you go to bed tonight, you won’t be able to count how many orgasms you’ve had.”
“Baby,” I sigh.
I honestly don’t know if my body can handl
e that, but I’m willing to give it the old college try. I want it. No, I crave it. Anything and everything he wants to give me, I want.
“Relax, my kitten,” he murmurs.
LUCAS
The days melt together while we laze in the sand and sun of Turks and Caicos. I’ve never been one to completely unwind. Work has always been my focus.
Even while taking time off, though it was always minimal, I kept my phone with me and checked in at least two times a day.
This time it’s different. Neither Brooklyn or I even turned our phones on after we landed. However, the dream ends tonight.
We pack up our meager belongings and in about twenty minutes, a car will be waiting to take us to the airport. Then it will be time to head toward Arizona.
It’s time to spend the weekend with her family, to tell them about our engagement and officially meet the future-in-laws. Brooklyn’s excitement is bursting out of her and it’s too fucking cute. I have to give her what she wants.
“I think I’m ready,” her soft voice floats through the bedroom as she closes the distance between us.
I watch her walk from the bathroom over to me, turning to face her, opening my arms as she fits herself perfectly inside my hold. She presses her cheek against my chest, and I almost sigh at how fucking good she feels in my arms.
Wrapping one hand around her hip, I slip the other up her back and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck.
“Did you have a good getaway?” I ask.
She lifts her head, looking into my eyes, then smiles. “I spent a week in the Caribbean, in a private house on a private beach with the man I love. That man proposed to me, for real. I don’t think it could have been any better,” she whispers.
I snort at her, for real, comment. She’s right, this was real, the realest fucking thing I’ve done in my entire life.
“I would have preferred if our coming here were under better circumstances,” I frown.
She lifts her hand and cups my cheek. “All of that stuff that happened, it wasn’t something that could be controlled. We’ve dealt with it, and apparently, we’ll continue to deal with it until the trial is completed, but baby, it’s done. I don’t plan on it affecting the rest of my life,”
Lowering my face, I brush my lips across hers, wishing I could take the kiss deeper. Wishing I could spend the rest of my life wrapped in this little bubble. Wishing that I could spend the rest of my days with my cock buried deep inside of her warm cunt.
“I can’t deny how glad I am that you never have to set foot in that fucking office again, kitten,” I admit.
“Honestly,” she says, tipping her lips. “I’m pretty happy about that, too. I couldn’t stand my boss and I really never wanted to walk into that building ever again.”
I smirk, knowing her boss was a fucking leech. She’s better than that office, better than McDonald. Christ, she’s better than me. She’s so goddamn good, so clean, so fucking sweet that she makes my entire body ache.
“Let’s get you to your parents, enjoy a few days in Arizona, then get the fuck home.”
She smiles, pressing her lips to mine. “Sounds absolutely wonderful.”
A horn honk at the front of the house causes her to jump in my arms. We separate, I turn to grab our bags as I slide my hand down and press it against her lower back, guiding her down the staircase.
We both make our way outside, pausing as the front door closes behind us. This is the beginning of our new life. We walked into this house as boyfriend and girlfriend, but we’re leaving as an engaged couple, headed toward an entirely new future.
I glance over at her once we’re settled in the car and on our way to the airport. She looks contemplative, that is, until her gaze shifts down to her ring—then she breaks out into a huge smile.
Reaching over, I press my index finger against the four-carat, solid teardrop diamond and my own smile appears. It looks better on her finger than I imagined when I picked it out.
My original plans of proposing without the intention of an actual wedding have completely gone out the window. If I could talk her into marrying me today, I would. She’s mine and I want the world to know it.
I want everybody to know that if you fuck with her, that means you fuck with me. I cannot wait for her to have my last name. Brooklyn fucking Black. Christ, just the sound of it makes me hard.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks as the airport grows nearer.
I shake my head once, debating on telling her or not, in the end I decide to just say it. I shouldn’t keep shit from her, not anymore, even if I feel like a pussy for saying it out loud.
“That I can’t wait until you’re Mrs. Brooklyn Black,” I admit truthfully.
“What if I wanted to still be Brooklyn Myers? You know I am an attorney. Maybe I want to keep my maiden name for professional reasons?” she asks, arching a brow as her lips twitch.
The immediate anger that floods my body at the mere mention of her keeping her maiden name is ridiculous. I, of course, know women who have done this, and it has meant nothing to me, nothing that I’ve ever even thought about. However, when it comes to my wife, to my Brooklyn, it pisses me off. She will be Mrs. Black and that’s goddamn final.
“I want the world to know you’re mine,” I state as we take our luggage from the driver and begin to walk inside of the airport.
“I think the big ass ring you bought me establishes that I’m taken, Lucas,” she points out.
I stop in my tracks and turn to face her, my face probably mirroring my anger as I’m not even attempting to hide it.
“Do not fuck with me, Brooklyn.”
She jerks her head back a little, then takes a step forward, placing her hand on my chest. “It would really upset you, wouldn’t it?”
“You’re going to be part of my family, kitten. I want my family to share a name. When we have kids, we’ll all have the same last name. There’s no fucking reason not to take mine, unless you aren’t proud to have it. Because I am so goddamn proud to give it to you.”
She watches me for a moment before her eyes fill with tears. Thankfully, she blinks them back before she gives me a wide smile. “I’m so proud to have your name, Lucas. Brooklyn Black has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”
“Damn straight.”
BROOKLYN
We land in Arizona and I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train. I’m exhausted, my adrenaline spike from our almost argument completely gone now. The time change catching up to me, and the days of lazing on the beach in the sun also playing havoc on my body and head.
I power on my phone while I wait for Lucas to check in to the rental car place. My phone lights up and rings and sounds off notifications like crazy.
I ignore them all—all except Lillie’s.
I haven’t spoken to her in what feels like months. I don’t even know where to start with her, what part to tell her.
Scrolling through my texts, I notice that she’s left me a few messages. I quickly look through them, smiling when I see messages with pictures attached. She’s having the time of her life. I love that for her. Glancing down at my ring, I decide to take a picture and send it to her.
I’M ENGAGED!
“Ready, kitten?” Lucas asks as he shuffles paperwork around in his hand.
“Yeah,” I nod.
He smiles as he tugs our luggage behind him. We start to walk toward the rental car pick up place. Once we arrive, I’m not surprised when a BMW sedan is brought around for us. Lucas enjoys his luxury, and I love that about him.
He doesn’t do it to be pretentious, not completely, it’s just his personality. He’s an asshole, he knows it, and he owns it. He also likes nice shit. I can’t blame him, if I could afford it, I’d like it too.
Once we’re settled into the car I type my parents’ address into the car’s GPS. It’s been a while since I’ve been here, and I always get a little confused with which offramp to take.
Pulling out my phone, I look down to
see if Lillie has responded to my message. I frown when I see that she hasn’t. Then my phone rings in my hand. It’s her, I smile sadly as I answer the call.
“Hey,” I greet cheerily.
There is traffic noise in the background, then I finally hear her voice. “Hey babe, oh my gosh, I’m so excited for you,” she cries. “I have news too,” she immediately begins. Before I can even ask her what it is, she tells me that she’s pregnant.
I blink. “You are?” I ask, trying not to sound as shocked as I feel.
“I am. It’s so crazy. I’m so happy, Brookie. I’m sorry I haven’t been much of a friend, but honestly, I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to the states. I’m so happy here. Everything is better than I ever imagined that it would be.”
Part of my heart breaks at her words even though she had mentioned that over text, the other part of me is ecstatic for her. Shifting my gaze over to Lucas, I understand where she’s coming from, completely.
“Brookie?” she calls.
“Yeah?” I ask softly.
“I’m glad that you found someone too. I don’t feel as guilty about not moving back after school now. I was so worried you would get lost, that you would be lonely.”
Her words sting a bit. I understand them, but that doesn’t make them sting less. I am the homebody, the studious one that has focused on my career.
Lillie Belle is the social one, the girl that was always the life of the party, the one that forced me out of the house. I get what she’s saying.
“I’m good, Lillie-Belle. Really, really good.”
I hear her laugh, then she says something to someone and a few seconds later she tells me that she has to go. I congratulate her again, and she does the same to me before the line goes dead.
“It’s hard, sometimes,” Lucas murmurs as he merges onto the freeway.
“What is?”
“Growth. I heard your friend. I know she was your roommate. She sounds really happy though.”
I hum, reaching across the center console and wrapping my fingers around his thigh. “Is it bad that although I miss her, I don’t really miss her. My life is not the same as it was six months ago, and I’m glad. My life was boring. It was predictable, and although I had her, I was lonely.”
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