Tee It Up: A Wilder Brothers Romance

by Megan Hetherington

If there weren’t as many eyes on me right now I would take her by the hand and lead her straight out of here, across the eighteenth hole and back to my house.

  The first woman I’d take home. Because she isn’t any woman. She is the woman I have chosen to put on a pedestal. The only woman I have ever tried to take it slow with.

  I charm my way through the rest of the evening, my arms and hands always on Meredith’s chair or shoulders. She rewards me with the occasional lick of her lips, a flutter of eyelashes or a push back of her hair.

  I lean in to her whenever she speaks, not because I can’t hear what she’s saying but because I need to top up my fill of her summery scent.

  When the time comes for me to speak to the guests, I do so stood at the table, using a roaming microphone. The slight touch at the back of my knee nearly distracts me from my mission, but I stay focused because after this speech I’m done. No need to stay on. Coffee poured. We can escape.

  I sit back down and casually suggest we leave.

  She picks up her purse from behind her back and rises gracefully from her chair.

  “So soon?” she asks quietly, with a faint smile on her lips and a wicked glint in her eye.

  “Not soon enough,” I rumble back, my lips feathering the shell of her ear. Her back arches under the touch of my palm.

  “Lead the way then, Johnson.” Her head tipped toward mine.

  I take hold of her hand, interlocking my fingers in hers and pilot her through the hall.

  Unfortunately, there’s only one set of eyes that lock onto mine before we reach the doors and Darcy directs all her venom at me. I hope to show no emotion and deadpan my way through the look and then the nasty smirk before prising my eyes away.

  The valet spots us exiting and with a nod of his head runs out of the door. Moments later my car has pulled up outside and with the engine still running he hops out to open the door for Meredith.

  “That wasn’t too bad,” she comments, as she buckles her seat belt. “How long will it take to get home?”

  “Depends where home is?”

  She looks across at me, making the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. “My. Home.”

  Now usually I would see this as a tease and words would trip off my tongue that would charm me into getting what I want. But not this time. I’ve made a commitment to take it slow. I also want to know for sure I’ve not fucked things up and that Darcy’s intrusion hasn’t influenced Meredith.

  “Is there a problem?”

  “No Johnson. No problem, I’d just like to wake up in my bed in the morning.”

  “Okay.” I grip the steering wheel and check the mirror in readiness to pull off.

  “With you.”

  I snap my head to hers. Not sure of what I heard but the seductive smile glowing from her face is enough of a confirmation. My foot presses hard on the gas pedal.

  There are no more words spoken between us on the drive back to New York, because all I can visualize is the two of us making love, and that vocabulary comes from a whole different dictionary.

  There are no parking spots close to her apartment so I double park and wait until she is inside the building then race around to the twenty-four-hour secure parking lot near to Blane’s place.

  With the car abandoned in the first spot I find, I jog back the couple of blocks, slowing to a pace when I near the steps. I lean against the door frame as I wait for her to answer. It’s not until the third attempt I hear the automatic release click on the door.

  I waste no time covering the space between the door and her apartment, her door left partially open.

  “Meredith?” I call out, and wait for her reply.

  Nothing.

  There’s a dim glow from the room off to the left of the hallway and I push cautiously on the door. The panic in my stomach knotting when I see her.

  Laid on the bed.

  In a pale pink negligee, trimmed with delicate feathers. One leg is flat to the bed and the other bent at the knee. Her arms draped up onto her pillows and a pink satin ribbon balled up between her hands.

  I can sense my eyes widen at the sight.

  Elegant, graceful and so fucking sexy.

  I take a step towards her.

  “Stop!” she commands.

  “What?”

  “Stand there and take your clothes off.”

  I pause for a second, my hand drifts up to the top button of my dress shirt. And as each button is undone there’s a frisson of excitement. She trails a solitary finger up her thigh and as I shrug off my shirt, she circles the finger over her sheer panties.

  My hand goes to my belt.

  “No,” she kneels up onto the bed in front of me. Her fingernails trail down my chest and stomach before coming to rest on my buckle. She pulls the leather free from the metal and in one swift movement tugs the belt through the loops in my pants.

  My heart rate raises a notch.

  Discarding the belt on the bed her fingers make swift work of the fastening on my pants and as she teases down the zipper my thoughts snap to my dick.

  Is it gonna play ball tonight or is this going to be the most embarrassing moment of my life?

  Chapter Twenty

  Meredith

  Johnson’s delay in coming back to the apartment had me pacing around, wondering whether to brew coffee or go with my desires. But I knew what I wanted and was damn sure he did too. The few glasses of wine I drank tonight helped release my inhibitions although I’m in unchartered territory. It’s been a couple of years since I last had sex and I figure it’s time for something more grown up. Although knelt before him now he feels kind of tense.

  I curl my fingers onto the waistband of his pants and push them down along with his boxers.

  Now free, his cock bobs before me and my mouth salivates. I lick the silky tip and it twitches some more so I circle my tongue around the end tasting his skin and leaving wet trails behind on his shaft.

  My hands move up the front of his firm thighs and around to his backside. I curl my fingertips into his tight muscular ass and brace him against my mouth as I take him in. I feel him grow against the inside my cheeks and his long fingers dive into my hair, tugging at the back of it and pushing my head down his shaft. I have to open up my jaw because the size of him now is much bigger, and curiosity makes me trail my right hand around from his ass, along the sensitive inside of his thigh and to the base of his cock. I take it in my fist and can’t get my fingers to close around it.

  My fist moves up and down, my mouth sucking and gently blowing air down his shaft. As I speed up to a steady rhythm he pulls back on my hair twisted in his hand.

  “Not yet,” he growls.

  I pull back and my eyes widen at the size of his cock. The end reddened by my assault and throbbing in front of my eyes in all its thick, ten-inch glory.

  I go to put it back in my mouth and taste the pre-cum on my tongue.

  “No, Meredith.”

  “But your cock is perfect, Johnson.” I purr.

  I’ve seen his cock now and if I’m not allowed to eat it anymore, I want it inside me.

  He pulls on my shoulders until I am level with his face, pressing his lips onto mine he forces his tongue into my mouth and our teeth clash together in a show of wanton lust.

  “Not as perfect as you my dirty talking woman.”

  “But I need your cock inside me.” I pant into his mouth as he pushes me back onto the bed.

  “And I want it inside you too. But all in good time.”

  He straddles on either side of my waist and reaches up to the pillows to locate the ribbon I took from around my negligee earlier. “You wanted to use this did you?”

  I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth and nod.

  He unfurls the ball of ribbon and taking hold of my wrists he pushes my hands up toward the head of the bed frame.

  My skin tingles from the sensation of his cock rubbing up and down my belly.

  “Yes. Tie me up and take me. Now.”

 
; He wraps the ribbon around my wrists and ties it to the metal frame. Then he crawls down my body, kissing and sucking greedily all the way. Lingering over my breasts and sucking, biting and roughly laving my nipples.

  His palms are flat on my thighs and with increasing pressure he pushes, lifting them out and up.

  A groan rumbles from deep in his chest and I feel it growl out against the exposed wet folds of my flesh.

  “You’re pussy, it’s so fucking wet.”

  His strong tongue licks all the way from my puckered hole, in to my pussy and onto my clit. My hips buck and my clit pushes onto his nose. He raises his chin and suckles the protruded nub and then laps at it with the flat middle part of his tongue. I writhe to escape from the intensity that is building up. If his hands weren’t fisted under my ass cheeks and my arms restrained by the ribbon, I would have wriggled off the bed by now.

  When I finally give in, the orgasm crescendos, starting low in my belly and then exploding out into a ricochet of sparks and fireworks.

  “Fuck,” I groan.

  He dips a finger into my juices, then circles my sensitized clit keeping my orgasm alive. He switches hands so he can reach over to the floor for his jacket.

  “Bedside table,” I pant.

  He opens the drawer and scrabbles about pulling out a packet and ripping it open with his teeth.

  Once on, he runs his fingers along the line in between my breasts, up my neck and jaw and into my mouth, I taste myself on his fingers and suck off the juices as he rubs his sheathed cock up and down my clit.

  Then he pulls back his hips and teases my entrance with the tip of his cock. This goes on for way too long and I’m desperate to wrench my arms from the ribbon so I can grab his backside and force him in.

  Instead, I wriggle my hips to try to gain ground, rotating them around and around the end of his cock. He pushes in a little more, the tip of his cock pressing against my g-spot and I rock my hips against it.

  “Oh fuck, Johnson,” I cry.

  “Come for me. Come for me hard, babe.”

  “I. Want. All. Of. You.” I pant, continuing to rock on him.

  He rolls his thumb over my clit and the stuttering vibrations thud through me. Before they have a chance to fade out Johnson rams all the way in, his balls smacking against my entrance.

  “Johnson.” I scream out his name

  “That’s it baby, keep coming for me. Keep coming.”

  And I do.

  With every thrust my orgasm screams out, over and over and over again.

  I don’t hear him come, but I’m sure he does. I don’t even sense him withdraw, but he most certainly does.

  Because everything is numb and overwhelmed with the sensation of my ongoing orgasm.

  When I finally regain my senses, I loll my head over to his direction and he reaches over with his hand to untie the ribbon.

  The smile on my lips grows until it becomes a laugh he throws back at me.

  He pulls my head onto his chest and wraps his arms around me; I look up passed his chin.

  “Where did that little minx come from?”

  “I’ve no idea.”

  “Well, I hope she intends to make an appearance again.”

  “Me too.”

  The alcohol gets the better of me and I blank out, waking hours later to the smell and sound of sizzling bacon.

  My nose twitches and I take in a deep lungful which makes my stomach growl.

  I open my eyes and raise up onto my elbows, looking down at the crumpled duvet on the floor next to the bed and the solitary sheet twisted up between my legs. I clamp the sore top of my thighs against the cotton which reminds me of how wild I became last night and I throw my head back on the pillow with a wistful smile.

  Well, he’s still here, I’ve not scared him away with my brashness. And he’s cooking bacon. And if I freshen up I might even get to experience him sober.

  I sneak into the bathroom, listening to him opening and closing cabinet doors in the kitchen, clattering dishes and whistling away to himself. I freshen up, brush my teeth and pull a comb through my hair, wipe away the remains of make-up smeared across my face and skip back into the bedroom before he has time to reappear.

  I plump up the pillow and arrange my hair in what I hope looks like a seductive pose around my shoulders.

  He pads through to the room carrying a lap tray and wearing a cooking apron. The outline of a semi-erect penis bobs seductively against the fabric of the apron.

  Now do I want bacon or cock? Surprising even myself at how dirty my mind has become now I’ve become intimate with Johnson Wilder. I wonder why that is, but refocus on the situation facing me and leave the self-analysis until later.

  “Hey babe.” He places the tray down on the bed at the side of my legs. Leaning over me and placing a soft lingering kiss on my lips.

  “Hey you,” I say, rubbing my palm on the shape of his cock over the starchy cotton of the apron, and re-engaging the kiss.

  He chuckles onto my lips.

  “You not hungry then?”

  “Oh, I’m most certainly hungry.” I rub harder and I push the tray over to the edge of the bed with my foot, before catching him off guard and flicking him onto his back, straddling him. I know I can get off in this position pretty quickly and it doesn’t take long of rocking back and forth with my fists curled around the halter on the apron before my walls clamp around him and the rocking turns into a cock clenching orgasm. I force my eyes to stay open to watch the veins at his temples bulge and him puff silently into his cheeks as he comes too.

  Then I collapse off him and roll onto my back, my chest heaving and legs quivering from the exertion.

  “Does bacon microwave okay?” he asks, staring up to the ceiling.

  I laugh, rasping in a breath. “I’ve no idea Johnson, nothing has usually distracted me enough to have to set it aside and microwave it later.”

  He laughs. “I’ll try.” Sitting up and straightening the apron and then reaching across for the tray.

  When he stands, I smart his backside with my hand.

  “Hey.” He jumps forward, nearly tossing the plates from the tray.

  He’s still trying to work out how to operate the microwave when I enter the kitchen, in my short robe. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll fry up fresh.” I take another pan out of the rack.

  “Great, I need to jump in the shower I’ve got to meet AJ soon. We’ve got a tournament in Texas next week and we’ve stuff to arrange before the flight there tonight.”

  “Okay no problem.” I turn up the heat of the ring under the pan and put a filter paper into the coffee machine. “You sure get around a lot.”

  “Yeah.” He sidles up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist while I try to concentrate on piling four scoops of coffee powder into the filter paper. “You can come with me if you like.”

  “I’d love to, but I can’t.” His forearms rubbing against my sore nipples makes me lengthen my neck, leaving it exposed for him to pepper warm kisses up. “I’ve got a full schedule this next week.”

  “Never mind. Maybe next time, eh?”

  “Next time.” I let out a groan as his kisses reach my earlobe, sending an electric shock down my spine when he nibbles at it. Then he licks the shell and dives his tongue into the middle, my hearing all wet and hot.

  “Johnson, don’t do that.” I can’t help press my backside into his growing cock. “You’ll be late.”

  “I know and there are no condoms in reach.” He pulls away from my back, leaving a cold shiver in his wake.

  “Yeah and don’t expect you’re going anywhere near me unsheathed. Not after all those women you’ve reportedly been with.”

  “Hey, I’m not stupid. I’ve never been with a woman bare.”

  “What even when you’ve been drunk?”

  “No.” He pauses. “But you’re right I need to get checked.”

  He kisses me on the cheek and recedes from the kitchen to take a shower.

  I
wonder if my comment has upset him; although it is the truth and an important issue to bring up.

  I’ve stacked bacon on top of waffles by the time he reappears in all his naked glory, toweling himself dry. He disappears into the bedroom and emerges wearing only his pants and stands at the kitchen counter, eating bacon and washing it down with the strongly brewed coffee.

  “Hey, I’m sorry if that remark about other women sounded insensitive.”

  “It’s perfectly reasonable to bring it up and I promise I’ll make an appointment with the doctor. I should have done it before now.”

  “Okay good.”

  “Have you got any plans for the rest of the day?”

  “Nothing startling. I might go back to bed, read a book, take a bath, go back to bed…”

  He leans back and throws the rasher he was chewing on, back onto his plate. “Stop Meredith, the thought is killing me. You all cozy in bed and I’m out there arranging boring shit with AJ.”

  I laugh. “No, I will take a bath though and then I’ve got case notes to catch up on.”

  “On a Sunday?”

  “You’re working today aren’t you?”

  “Suppose so, but paperwork. Man, that sounds dreary.”

  “Yes, but it’s got to be done. It’s the only way to keep ahead of the game. Some of my patients have complex issues, and I need to make sure they get the right sort of counselling.”

  “Nothing like the sort of counselling I get I hope.”

  “Pah. You’re not even my patient any longer. So, don’t take that tack with me Mr. Wilder.”

  He leaves shortly after and I soak in the tub. Luxuriating in the essential oil infused bubbles before settling down at the table with the case notes.

  It’s hard to remain focused when my mind constantly drifts to Johnson and my daring last night. I decide to text him before it gets too late, and he replies straight back to say he’s arrived in Texas and is in the hotel bar having a drink before turning in.

  We exchange a few more texts before he stops. Shrugging my shoulders, I take a cup of cocoa to bed and curl up under the freshly made duvet with my current book of choice. “Darker” by E. L. James, I want to hear Christian Grey’s voice in their relationship.