“You’re not lonely now?” he asks.
I snort. The man wouldn’t let me be alone if I tried, not that I would. I love having him here with me, next to me, inside of me.
It’s better than anything I could have ever imagined. I hope that I always feel this at peace, this happy, with him.
“Not for a moment,” I breathe.
The rest of the drive to my parents is spent in silence. So much has happened. I just want to close my eyes and relax for a little bit. It feels like only a few seconds later when the car comes to a complete stop.
My eyes open and I let out a yawn, looking at the clock to see that it’s been forty-five minutes since we left the airport. Looking to my side, out of the window, I notice that we’re stopping in front of my parents’ home.
“Are you ready to meet the parents?” I ask.
Lucas looks from their house and then back to me. I know that their place isn’t as grand as his family’s, but the twenty-eight hundred square foot house on half of an acre is nothing to sneeze at. He grins and squeezes my thigh again.
“I’m ready, kitten.”
I watch as he unfolds himself from the car and then walks over to my side to open my door for me. He holds his hand out to help me, my eyes shift behind him, seeing my mother standing at the window with a smile on her face as she wipes the tear from her eye.
Oh yeah, my parents are going to love my dirty gentleman.
And they do.
Lucas is his charming self. So much so that by the end of the three-day weekend they demand that we come back for Thanksgiving. My father already made arrangements for Thanksgiving golfing with just the two of them.
My mother gushes about him, and when they find out we’re engaged, they completely fawn over Lucas Black, Esquire. He is immediately dubbed the son that they never had. I sit back, loving every second of it.
Every damn second.
Chapter Nineteen
LUCAS
I watch as Brooklyn tugs her microscopic mini skirt down. It doesn’t matter how many times she tugs on the minuscule fabric, it will never lengthen. My cock hardens as she begins to adjust the neck of her top next, ensuring that her tits are in place.
The shirt isn’t as tight as the skirt, but the spaghetti straps and low V of the front show off more than I would like of her large tits. I grunt. They’re my tits anyway, mine and she’s showing them to the fucking world, which I goddamn hate.
“I don’t know how on earth I let you walk out of the house in that shit,” I mutter as I place my hand on the small of her back.
She’s standing tall in a pair of black, fuck-me heels that will earn her just what she’s offering, from me and me alone.
I’m unable to deny that the skirt and top fit her body perfectly.
However, that doesn’t mean that I like the fact that an entire house full of people, my co-workers especially, are about to see it.
She tilts her head back, the ends of her dark hair brushing against my hand right above her ass.
“I promised you that you could have me anywhere you wanted.” She shrugs.
“We’ll go home early,” I grumble.
Brooklyn laughs softly and I can’t help but smile. I love the sound of her laughter in any form. If I could bend her over in this front yard and take her, I would. I’m sure the partners would frown upon it though, especially since this is a work function.
I don’t bother knocking as we make our way up to the front door. I turn the handle, we walk into the house, and my gaze glances over the room to find my group of friends.
Noah Kelly always throws a beginning of fall party. He doesn’t do Halloween, Christmas or New Years, but at the beginning of October, he throws a huge party for the entire office.
A kick-start to the holidays, I suppose. I’ve never missed one and I wasn’t about to this year, either.
I’ve never come with a date, though I have to admit that I usually leave with one, or at least fuck someone in the bathroom.
This of course has always been frowned upon by all of the other partners. Now I have Brooklyn. I might fuck her in the bathroom, too, but nobody will say shit because she’s my fiancée.
“Black,” Noah shouts as we walk into the living space of the house. He’s got Vivian Brown pulled into his side and his hand on her ass.
I’d heard rumors for the past couple of years that they fooled around sometimes, nothing serious. I know that Noah sleeps with other women, but this seems like a larger statement than casual fucking.
“Noah, Vivian, I’d like you to meet my fiancée, Brooklyn,” I introduce, lifting my brow at their closeness. Vivian’s eyes widen as she tips her lips in a smile. Noah looks kind of sick but covers it quickly with a cough.
“We’ve met, haven’t we Brooklyn?” Vivian grins.
“That’s right,” I chuckle.
“It’s good to see you again,” she murmurs. Brooklyn lifts her hand to shake Vivian’s, when she grabs hold of it and tugs her forward.
“Black,” she barks. My eyes shift from Brooklyn’s hand to Vivian’s face. She’s got a huge smile on her lips. “You did fucking amazing.”
I smile at my colleague. She’s tipsy already. She releases Brooklyn’s hand and I watch as she wraps her arm around Noah’s waist.
“Are you going to make me guess, or tell me?” I ask the two of them.
Noah and Vivian look from me, then to one another, then back to me. “It’s official. Should have been a long time ago.” Noah shrugs.
“Don’t start any shit. We’re professional, but we’re also living together now.” Vivian grins.
I shake my head, holding out my hand and shaking theirs as I offer my congratulations. It seems that the three most notoriously single people in our office are now off of the market. I can’t deny that I kind of like that my friends have found one another.
I’m turning into one of those pussies that wants everyone else in the world in a relationship, just because I’ve found my other half.
Fuck.
I kind of make myself sick.
Then again, I don’t really give much of a fuck either, if everyone could be this happy, the world would be a much better place.
Leaving Noah and Vivian, we walk farther into the house. I grab a bottle of unopened champagne as I pass the kitchen bar, then go in search of a couple of glasses. Once I find them, I fill them to the top.
“Lucas,” she smiles, taking the glass from my fingers.
I don’t say anything, I watch as she empties its contents, then fills it up again. She turns in my arms and wraps the hand that isn’t holding her glass around the back of my neck, gripping my hair in her slim fingers.
Tipping my head down, I press my lips against hers in a gentle kiss. She sways slightly before she exhales and opens her eyes.
The rest of the party disappears around us. Right now, there is nobody else on the goddamn earth but her and me. Sliding my hand from her waist to her ass, I grip her full globe, loving how fucking soft she is—everywhere.
“I love you, Lucas. You make me so happy, baby,” she whispers.
My cock hardens at her breathy words. Her soft tits press against my chest, while my hand grips her ass.
“You’re mine, Brooklyn,” I murmur against her lips, unable to properly express to the woman just how fucking much I love her.
She drinks more of her champagne, her eyes hooded as she looks up at me and licks the sweet drink from her lips.
Reluctantly, I release her, filling her glass again as I guide her around the room to meet some acquaintances of mine.
As much as I want to lock her in the bathroom and fuck her until the party is over, I need to mingle. These are people that I work with. Other partners, their spouses, and then junior partners, all the way down to interns.
The hours tick by, and I make sure to continue to not only ply my woman with champagne but also with food. I may want a drunk fuck from her later, but I definitely do not want her sick. She’s chatty,
talking to anybody who is willing to listen and converse back.
I don’t even try to fight the smile as the evening wanes on and she becomes more and more animated with her intoxicated state. She’s much more openly social as she drinks and I can’t deny that it’s cute as shit.
I slip my hand to her ass, again, curling my fingers beneath the hem of her short skirt before running my fingertips along the backs of her upper thighs, caressing the underside of her plump ass cheek. Another reminder that this skirt is too fucking short for public.
Brooklyn shifts from foot-to-foot as my fingers slowly inch their way to her center. I turn us around so that her ass is facing the wall as she talks to Carmella and Angelo, two junior attorneys in my office.
They’re together, but they work under different partners. I frown, I guess most of my co-workers have been dating, or are dating, hazard of the long hours we spent at the office I suppose.
I feel Brooklyn’s thighs shake slightly as my finger shifts the center of her thong panties to the side and graze through her wet center. I sag against the wall to give me more leverage as I slip my finger inside of her completely.
I keep my eyes on her profile and watch as she not only gasps but then turns a delicious shade of pink. She presses her legs together in an attempt to stop me, but it does nothing but make the already tight glove of her pussy feel even tighter.
When Camilla and Angelo leave, she turns her head and tries to glare at me, but the flush on her cheeks makes it impossible.
“What are you doing?” she hisses.
“Finger fucking you.” I shrug.
Her eyes widen. “Lucas, stop it,” she demands.
“I’m going to the bathroom in Noah’s guest room, the third door on the right. You’ll meet me there.”
I walk away from her knowingly. In about two seconds, she’ll be hot on my heels. She may be admonishing me for my actions, but her pussy was like a goddamn slip-n-slide, she was so fucking wet for me.
BROOKLYN
That man is insufferable. Hot, sexy, completely delicious, but insufferable.
I follow his path to the bathroom, smiling at the few people I’ve met. On shaky legs, I try to guide myself through the crowd without falling on my ass and showing everyone my business.
Once I count the door numbers, I walk into the bedroom of the third door. The room is dark, but there is light pouring out beneath the crack in the closed bathroom door. I place my hand on the knob and slowly turn it.
When I step inside and close the door behind me, I look up and freeze. Lucas is standing, his ass against the sink, and his cock completely on display. He’s completely naked, head-to-toe.
I lick my suddenly dry lips and down the rest of the champagne I have in my glass.
My fourth glass.
“Take off your panties, your top, and your bra,” he demands, his voice deep and husky as it echoes through the small space.
“What about my skirt?” I ask as I pull my top over my head and let it flutter to the floor, my bra landing on top of it a second later.
Lucas grunts as he reaches out and gently traces the underside of my breast. His barely-there touch feels so good my eyelids flutter closed. My nipples harden almost immediately.
“Panties off, skirt on. I’m fucking you in that goddamn skirt,” he grunts.
I lift my skirt up to my hips and shimmy my panties down, stepping out of them as I walk toward him. I wrap my hand around his hard length and give him a gentle squeeze.
I swipe my thumb along the pre-cum gathered at the head of his dick and bring it to my mouth, sucking on it.
“Don’t worry, kitten. You can suck my cock when we get home,” he grunts. “Right now, I want you with your hands on the edge of the counter, your legs spread far, and your ass—fuck me—I want it tipped. Offer that pussy to me for the taking.”
I almost melt into a puddle at his words. I do shiver as he steps to the side to allow me room to follow his instructions. I do as he asks, bracing my hands on the edge of the counter, spreading my legs, and shamelessly offering myself to him.
His hand lands on my ass, the slap echoing throughout the small space and I don’t even jump. I’m used to the way he handles me now, but that doesn’t stop me from moaning. I love it. I love the feel of his heavy hand against my skin.
His cock slides through my wet center, hitting my clit, which causes my arms to shake as I grip the counter a little tighter. He knows what it does to me, and yet, he does it every single time. Lowering my head, I inhale a shaky breath.
“Eyes in the mirror,” he murmurs.
I lift my gaze to the mirror and connect with his as he slowly fills me. I gasp when he’s fully seated inside of me, his fingers gripping my hip tightly, his other hand shifting to my clit.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, kitten. I want you to come and I want you to fucking take yourself there. Do you understand me?” he asks.
Shit, yeah, I understand him. I nod instead of saying what I want. Licking my lips, I shift myself a little forward and then I rear back against him.
I moan when his fingers stroke my clit the moment I’m completely full of him. I repeat the motion, as does he. Our eyes stay connected the entire time.
Fuck me, he’s so damn gorgeous.
It doesn’t take me long to come, my pussy squeezing him and my voice ragged as I cry out with my release. Lucas doesn’t allow me to move out of my position. He demands I do it again.
He wants to wring another orgasm from me, he always does. He fucks me boneless every single time, I crave it.
I fuck his cock, hard and fast while his fingers work my clit, our eyes connected in the mirror in front of us. When I come the second time, it’s rapid and intense.
“No more,” I whisper as he continues to stroke my sensitive clit.
Lucas shakes his head. “One more for me, Brooklyn. Take me with you this time, squeeze me so fucking tight, like only you can.”
I nod, my head loose and my eyes wild. I try with everything that I have to take him over the edge, my clit so fucking sensitive that his touch is painful, and yet, I yearn for it.
“Don’t stop, baby,” I whimper as I chase my third orgasm.
Lucas’ fingers tighten even more on my hip, and when I rear back one last time, he lets go with a roar. His fingers pinch my clit so fucking hard that it forces my orgasm to roll through me, barreling throughout my body.
My pussy clamps so hard that it tries to almost push his cock out of me, but he’s so deep and holding on so tightly that there’s no way he could leave my body. I never want him to, either.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“Baby,” I sigh.
Lucas’ lips touch the side of my neck, his chest presses against my back and that’s when I meet his gaze in the reflection of the mirror again. He grins at me, his green eyes dancing.
“Fuck, but I love you,” he murmurs.
I hum, turning my head slightly. My mouth touches his, but I don’t kiss him. I stay with my lips hovering above his.
“You crazy man, take me home,” I breathe.
Lucas does as I’ve commanded.
Chapter Twenty
BROOKLYN
“Happy Birthday, kitten,” Lucas’ raspy voice whispers as his hand slides around my hip, traveling up my stomach to cup my breast and gently squeeze.
I grunt, trying to ignore his words. My birthday. I hate my birthday. It’s right before Halloween, and then there’s Thanksgiving and Christmas. Nobody wants to do anything, because all they can think about is fall and pumpkin spice. Which is fine, I’d rather be alone, anyway.
Plus, I’m still a little hungover, and sore, from the four champagnes and multiple orgasms he gave me last night during and after his work party.
“Let’s just stay in bed all day,” I grumble.
Closing my eyes, I let out a long exhale. Unfortunately, Lucas doesn’t allow me to go back to sleep. I let out a small scream when he rolls me onto my back and hovers above me. H
e cages my head in between his forearms and presses his hard length against my bare stomach.
He looks at me, his green eyes darker than normal and full of lust. “Why don’t you want to do anything?” he demands.
I let out a sigh. “Nobody gives a crap about my birthday, Lucas. My parents usually call. Before she moved, Lillie and I would usually just spend the day at home. She’d make a cake and we’d eat that, or just the batter of it.” I shrug. “Plus, you already bought me a car, I think that’s gift enough.”
“That’s bullshit,” he growls.
He seems pissed, and I wonder what exactly he’s so mad about. It’s my birthday, not his. I open my mouth to protest his irritation, but he speaks first.
“Get your ass up and get dressed. I want you in white,” he states.
“Lucas?” He grins, his eyes turn from that dark lusty haze to bright and dancing, it’s my favorite thing about his eyes, when they dance. “Seriously, you bought me a Mercedes, that is enough.”
“We’re getting married today, beautiful. Your birthday is special, and not just car special, but really fucking special, now it will be even more so. We’ll always have a reason to celebrate it.” He winks.
“We can’t. What about my parents? Your parents? Your brothers and sister?” I ask in a panic.
Lucas shakes his head once. “We’ll have a reception later, maybe. You can wear a real wedding dress and it will be a huge party if that’s what you want. We can FaceTime our parents. Let’s get married, Brooklyn.”
“You’re crazy,” I breathe.
He lowers his head and his lips brush mine once, then twice, before his tongue snakes out and teases my mouth. I open for him—I’ll always open for him. I am his, and he knows it.
My eyes flutter closed as wetness pools between my legs. I shift my hips to feel his length slide against my clit. No matter how sore I am, I will always want him inside of me, again and again. We both moan as Lucas shifts, then he fills me in one slow thrust.
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