He reached behind me and lowered the water temperature back to freezing. I stepped away from the showerhead, trying to hide in the corner, away from the arctic cold spray.
“No, you don’t, doll. You need to cool down.” He pulled me back toward him.
I slapped his hand away. “I need out of here.”
“Not until you have your facts in order.” He drew me closer to him, wrapping his hands around my waist as the water cascaded over both of us. “Fact number one, I have no arrangement with anyone. You’re the only person I’m seeing, and I don’t see more of you because you won’t allow it.” He kissed the top of my head before increasing the temperature. “Fact number two, I don’t know what you think you heard, but I wasn’t talking to Devon.”
“Oh, really? ‘Wherever you want … No, Devon … I love you too. I’ll see you tomorrow.’ I know a good-night call when I hear it. Now, if you don’t mind, I need the hell out of here before I get sick.” I pushed against his chest.
“You’re sexy when you’re jealous.” He smirked and raised the water temperature to hot before he pulled me back toward him. He laughed as I swatted his hand. “You know what I do when you get angry. The water gets colder.”
“Whatever.” I locked my arms around my chest.
“You’re sexier jealous than angry. Your eyebrows furrow right here.” He tapped a small space on my forehead with his finger.
“I’m not jealous. I’m fucking pissed.”
“I’m going to try to hold you one last time so I can explain to you. If you pull away from me, I’ll put the cold water back on.” I rolled my eyes at him, but didn’t object when he wrapped his arms around me. “You should take your clothes off.” He chuckled, hugging me tighter.
I looked up at him. “Just say what you have to say so I can go.”
“Fact number three, it was a good night call, but it wasn’t from Devon.” I rolled my eyes at him again. “I believe the conversation went like this: I said, ‘Hello, Spencer.’ My kid sister said, ‘Hey, big brother that I love so much. I know it’s late, but I’m just getting back to my room. I leave for California tomorrow. Would you be able to meet for breakfast?’ I said, ‘Tomorrow morning would be great.’ She asked, ‘What time works for you?’ I replied, ‘I should be free after ten.’ She asked, ‘Do you have a place in mind?’ And I replied, ‘Wherever you want.’ Devon is her friend, so she asked, ‘Can I invite Devon?’ I replied, ‘No Devon.’ She told me she loved me and I said I loved her too.”
He chuckled as he kissed my cheek. “You’re really adorable when you’re jealous. It’s the same look you had on your face at the restaurant Thursday night.”
Feeling juvenile for acting like a child, I kicked my shoes off my feet. “I’m not jealous. I just don’t like being lied to.”
He tugged his soaked shirt over his head, then tossed it to the ground. “I never lied to you.”
I pulled my attention away from his wet chest and followed the water dripping into the V of his abdomen before I looked up. “You never lied to me?”
“Nope.” He untied the strings on his blue sweats.
“Then why did you say I was the only person you ever shared your bed with, but Devon said otherwise?” I know I sounded like a whiny teenager, but I needed to know. I needed to clear all the doubts I had in my mind.
He slid his sweat pants down, winking at me as he kicked them off. “Spencer and Devon came by Thursday so we could go to dinner. Melissa called my office line before we left, so I stepped away and Spencer, curious as ever, found the note you left the night you spent here on the nightstand. She must have shared that information with Devon, who used it to toy with you.” His hand stroked his growing cock. “Now come here my bad, jealous girl. I think you earned a massive punishment.”
Peyton peeled my jeans off, then pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in only my bra and panties.
“I think the cold water was punishment enough.” I reached behind me, unclasping my bra as Peyton’s eager hands pulled my panties down my legs.
“I think that’s a great opening statement, Ms. Wolf. Now it’s my turn. I wanted to soak in the tub with you before I claimed what’s mine.” He stepped toward me, and I backed away until my body hit the cool glass behind me. “But you may be right. I think the cold water was punishment enough.” He moved a wet tendril of my hair away. I licked my lips and noticed how the steam softened his image, making it hard to see him clearly. “You drive me crazy. You know that, right?”
“I know the feeling.” I shivered when his hands moved down my body, his eyes locked on mine.
“You’re beautiful.”
My face warmed from more than the steam, and I bit the inside of my cheek as I looked to the side.
His hand pulled my chin, and his lips lowered to mine. The second my mouth opened for him, I wound my arms around his neck and his hands tunneled under my thighs, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around him. My hands entwined in his hair as his tongue wrestled with mine.
Peyton positioned himself at my opening and I slid down his length. Stepping backward, he sat on the built-in marble shower bench, and I kneeled over him as I rose up and down, each time bringing him deeper inside of me. Peyton’s lips found my nipples as I arched my back and moaned his name. Riding him, I slammed hard until I found my climax. He held on to my hips and drove into me while my body convulsed.
When my body finally stopped shaking, Peyton kissed my neck, lifting me off of him. My knees buckled when my feet hit the ground.
“Shower quickly, doll. There’s been a change of plans. I want you in my bed, where you belong.” He kissed the top of my head.
Peyton quickly showered before heading to get fresh towels and bring our clothes to the laundry room. Cranking the water to the hottest temperature my body would tolerate, I washed my hair, warming back up before I shut the water off.
I noticed Peyton writing on the condensation on the mirror.
Fresh Start? Yes? No? Maybe?
“Fresh start?” I asked as I rubbed the fluffy white towel over my skin.
“Yes. I want to know if we’re starting fresh. That you won’t try to run away or turn into a cursing sailor.” I left the shower stall and headed for the door, but not before circling one of the words.
“Maybe? That’s what you circled?” he asked as I towel dried my hair. “Why maybe?”
“Because it all depends on what you have planned next.” I walked toward him and pulled at the towel wrapped around his waist.
“You’re going to pay for that, love.”
I tossed my hair back, giving him a mischievous smile. “I look forward to it.”
Braelynn
I lay under the duvet comforter wearing Peyton’s T-shirt and boxers. He said he would be right back, but when ten minutes passed, I crawled into bed. As I fixed my pillow, the covers were yanked from me and ripped off the bed.
“Nope, you’re not going to sleep anytime soon. And I have no idea why you put clothes on.” He placed a tray carrying a variety of toys on the dresser.
“Fact number one,” I said in the same tone he’d used with me in the shower, “I’m not the only one dressed. Fact number two, it would be easier for us to sleep in there instead of you bringing all of those in here.”
Dropping his boxers, he let himself hang low. My mouth watered watching him move around the room. “You’re still wearing clothes. And I told you, I want you in my bed. Plus, I like the light better in this room for what I have in mind.”
Standing up on the bed, I dropped his boxers and discarded his shirt. “Where do you want me?”
“Right there, doll.” He moved to the edge of the bed and pulled my legs out from underneath me. I squealed when my body hit his soft pillow-top mattress. Holding on to my ankles, he pulled me, not stopping until my ass met the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he brought his mouth centimeters from my core. I felt his breath on my moist, sensitive area before his lips dropped down; he took one quick lic
k over my opening before he spoke.
“Fucking perfect.” A shiver ran through my body.
Warmth stole over my cheeks and I raised my hands to cover them. The playful Peyton I had in the shower was gone. The man kneeling before me meant business. I reached down, sliding my hand over my clit, needing to ease the ache I felt.
“Don’t you dare.” He smacked my hand away. “This cunt is mine.” He circled his finger over my clit before dipping it deep into my core. I moaned from the unexpected surprise. “And this”—he slid his moist finger to my back entrance—“is mine.” He flipped his hand so his thumb rubbed my clit while his middle finger entered uncharted territory. His thumb moving side to side over my clit eased the small bite of discomfort.
“Oh God. That feels good.” I pulled on the backs of my knees, opening my legs wider for him.
“What are you opposed to?” he asked, bringing his other hand down to join the party. I felt his finger slide in and out of me, while his other hand pinched my clit.
“Nothing, as long as it feels this good. Have your way with me.” His hands moved from my body before I was brought to the brink. “Wait! Why did you stop? I was right there!”
A sly smile appeared on his face as he rose. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” He set the tray of gadgets on the floor beside him. “First, I want to relive that video live.” He pulled a pink vibrator out, placing it on my stomach. “Play with yourself. Show me how you make yourself come.”
My eyes were bright and glued to his perfect face as I took the pink vibrator, then laid it over my clit, sliding it up and down before I turned it on. Licking his lips, he jerked his length as he watched what I was doing.
“Peyton,” I moaned, pinching my nipple.
He grunted, slapping the tip of his cock on my core. The second my eyes rolled to the back of my head, he held my thighs open and drove himself deep into me. Surprised by what he was doing, I couldn’t contain the high-pitched wails that came out of me as I climaxed. Fucking me into oblivion, my toes curled and my legs locked as he continued his pace. He was almost there, his grunts growing louder.
“Come … come in my … mouth.” I moaned when I heard his grunts growing louder.
He yanked out of me and straightened, pulling me upright on the bed. With his hands wrapped around my wrists, I deep-throated him, licking myself from him . The taste of my orgasm coated his shaft and I moaned, drawing him deeper. His one hand moved to cup my breast, tugging on my nipple, while his other grabbed my damp hair, guiding my head up and down. I cupped his balls while I licked up and down every hard inch of him.
“Fuck, Braelynn,” he moaned, watching the way he entered my mouth. I pushed him back a few feet before I slid off the bed, dropping to my knees in front of him.
Twirling my tongue around his sensitive tip, I bobbed my head, relaxing my throat as I looked up at him, giving him what he needed to come. His hands rested on the sides of my face as he thrust in, finding his release.
I held his base, sucking every spurt he gave me as his knees buckled under him. Pulling my face away from him, he dropped to his knees in front of me and brought his lips to mine.
“You have the most amazing mouth,” he stated before claiming my lips again. “Get on the bed. I’m not done with you.”
Jumping up, I sat at the edge just like before. His fingers flicked my clit before he dipped two fingers in my core, thrusting in and out of me, fish hooking my G-spot. His face dropped to my core and his tongue met my clit, swirling around before he took my nub, sucking hard. It was unexpected, different, and fucking amazing. Like nothing I had felt before.
“Fuck, Peyton, I don’t think I can take it.” I slammed my head against the mattress. His tongue stroked my swollen bud before sucking on it again. My toes curled, locking in position, while his fingers rubbed against my G-spot and my body trembled around his finger. My body shattered, exploding around him as I screamed. He held on to my waist as his tongue continued to flick my clit.
When it was too much to bear, I pushed him away, my legs still shaking from the after effects.
“You having an amazing mouth,” I said, throwing my head back on the bed, gasping for air. My body was weak, unable to take any more. I heard him chuckle. Then, peering at him with one eye open, I watched him take the toys back to the dresser. He walked back and grabbed the comforter off the floor, laying it over my body. Turning off the light, he crawled into bed. I turned, placing my head on his chest as his arm hugged me. I closed my eyes, letting my beating heart match his.
The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining into the bedroom. My muscles ached from our early morning rendezvous. Turning so my stomach lay on the mattress, I stretched my arms and legs, then turned my head toward Peyton. His side was empty. Surprised, I lifted myself to look around his room for him. I heard voices from outside the bedroom. Taking his T-shirt from the floor, I threw it over my body to follow them. I cracked his bedroom door open enough to measure where they came from.
“I’m not early. You’re late,” I heard a female voice say.
“Spencer, you said ten, not eight thirty,” Peyton said.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. I said breakfast at ten, but I came early to hang with my big brother beforehand.”
“Fine. Why don’t you go to the corner deli and get us coffee? I forgot to ask Irma to pick some up.” His voice was so low I could barely hear it.
“No! I’m not your maid!” Spencer yelled.
“Shh. You don’t need to scream.”
“Wait, do you have someone here? Holy shit, is she here?” I didn’t like the way she said she.
“Please, Spence, not now. It’s early and Braelynn isn’t even up yet.”
“Come on. The first woman to have my brother wrapped around her finger and I can’t meet her?”
She’d seemed nice enough at dinner, so I ran to the bathroom, rinsed my mouth, and tied up my hair. I grabbed a pair of sweat pants from Peyton’s closet before I walked out of his bedroom and into the kitchen.
“Hi,” I interrupted, letting them know I was there.
“Did we wake you?” Peyton asked when I approached him. I shook my head before he kissed it. He turned back to the countertop, flipping on his Nespresso coffee machine.
“It’s nice to see you again,” Spencer said. “I really do hope we didn’t wake you.”
“No, not at all,” I answered politely.
“I thought you said you didn’t have any coffee, Peyton?” she asked.
I smirked, picking at my chipped nail polish.
“Whatever. I didn’t want you to make Braelynn uncomfortable, but there is no stopping you.” He pulled three cups from the cupboard.
“I’m fine.” I quickly shook my head.
“See. You’re such a pain. Don’t mind him. It’s not every day I get to meet his girlfriend. Well, besides Devon.” She shrugged her shoulders. Even the sound of her name pissed me off.
“Spencer!” Peyton walked over to give me the first cup.
“Shit. Sorry.” Spencer smiled apologetically. I shook my head, letting her know there was no harm done. “Are you joining us for breakfast this morning?” she asked, changing the subject.
“No, I have to run errands,” I lied. The last thing I wanted was to sit through an uncomfortable meal. “But thank you for inviting me.”
Spencer reached inside her purse, retrieving her ringing cell phone. “Excuse me, I need to get this.” She walked over to the living room and sat on the couch.
“Come with me. I need to get ready, and she’s known to have lengthy conversations.” Peyton wrapped his fingers around mine, leading me back to the bedroom.
I dressed while Peyton took a quick shower. “I liked the way that sounded,” he said, leaving the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“What?” I smoothed the arch of an eyebrow in Peyton’s dresser mirror.
“My girlfriend.”
My body froze. I searched out his reflect
ion in the mirrored glass. “Peyton …”
He came up behind and hugged me, resting his chin on my neck. “How about we discuss this after the case has been settled? Then there will be no conflict of interest, and maybe by then you’ll be used to the idea.”
I could only nod. I didn’t know if I’d be able to talk about being his girlfriend even after we were finished with the case. I didn’t know the first thing about being someone’s girlfriend, especially not Peyton’s, but I liked the way it sounded too.
After I said good-bye to Peyton and Spencer, I headed toward Gus’s apartment. It was Sunday, our usual brunch day, but I didn’t know if that was still on since I’d ignored him for the past few days. I stopped at his favorite bakery and picked up breakfast and two cups of coffee. His neighbor let me in the front door and I jogged up his never-ending steps.
“Braelynn?” he questioned, opening the door after I banged on it with my elbow.
“I came with a peace offering.” I lifted the white box filled with overly sugared treats. “I’m sorry about the other night.”
“Me too.”
I walked in and hugged him, being careful not to squash the box. My face lay flat on his chest. “I’m trying to do this fresh-start thing, so I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Just know I’m sorry for being such a bitch.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything.”
He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. Then we sat on the floor of his living room, indulging ourselves in a carb-infused breakfast. Something seemed off with him, but I didn’t ask. If he wanted to tell me, he would.
Late in the afternoon, I left Gus’s apartment with a knot in my stomach. Though I’d apologized for lying to him about Peyton, it hadn’t changed his attitude toward me. Could I have really fucked up my relationship with one of my best friends because of someone I was screwing?
Gus had been my friend for years, and I’d never lied to him. He knew that. He also knew that even when I couldn’t talk to Kennedy or Loren, I’d always confided in him. Always. But I hadn’t meant to lie to him, or anyone else. I thought if I lied to myself and kept saying there was nothing going on, then maybe it would be true.
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