So Much More (Made for Love #3)

by R. C. Martin

  Sarah: She’s mine now. I’m not sharing today. Don’t worry. I’ll keep her pussy singing.

  I hit send and then give it back. She reads my message and then pulls her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt to hide her smile. Before she can think of anything to say, she gets an alert that announces a response. She reads it and laughs before showing me.

  Aria: ‘atta boy!!! Keep UP the good work!!!

  “Where did you find that one?” I ask, hiding my grin in her neck. My girl smells amazing and I’m tempted to steal a taste. I deliver an opened-mouth kiss before I finish my thought. “She’s a riot,” I murmur, kissing her again.

  “Mmhmm,” she hums. “Brandon?”

  “Yes?”

  I slide my hand up the length of her leg. Suddenly, four minutes worth of text-time seems completely unreasonable.

  “I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

  “So stop trying.”

  “Wait, wait—wait!” she insists, gently pushing me away. “Just one more text. I promise. It’s Harp. I’ll be quick and then I’ll be yours.”

  “Fine,” I grumble. “One more text.”

  She smiles at me before she takes a fistful of my hair and pulls me towards her. I’m graced with a kiss before she pulls away and opens her last message.

  “Oh,” she coos. “This one requires group participation.”

  “What?”

  “She says that I’ve fallen off the face of the planet again. I told her I wouldn’t do that anymore. I also told her that I’d let her know if you and I ever graduated from maybe status.”

  I watch as she runs her fingers through her hair, fluffing and primping as if she doesn’t already look gorgeous. She then runs her fingers through my hair and sweeps a few strands behind my ears.

  “You’re so hot, babe,” she tells me as she crawls into my lap. “Try not to make me look too plain, okay?”

  “What? What are you talking about?”

  “We’re taking a selfie for Harp. She’ll love it.”

  “I don’t have a shirt on.”

  “This pic is for me, too.” She smirks at me from over her shoulder before she turns and leans against me. “Ready?” she asks, extending her arms. “Wait—should we just smile or should we do something goofy?”

  “It’s your world, Sunshine.”

  Her arms fall as she turns to look me in the eye. “Where does that come from? Sunshine? I’ve never asked before. Is it like the song?”

  “No. I’m not that cheesy,” I quip.

  “Then what is it?”

  “It’s how you smell.” As I say the words, I touch my nose to hers. Our mouths are so close that when I speak, my lips graze hers. “Since the moment you fell into my arms that first day, I haven’t been able to get your scent out of my head. I can’t even really describe it. I just know that if sunshine smelled like anything—it would smell like you. Light. Beautiful. Natural. Sexy.” I dart my tongue out, teasing her lips open. She sucks in a breath at my contact. “Now take the damn picture so I can show you just how much I need my Sunshine.”

  She nods in response, repositioning herself to take the picture. I press a kiss against her shoulder and she snaps the picture before I even get a chance to look at the screen. She sends the candid shot, our tender moment captured in a flash. I watch as she sends one more message to caption the photo.

  Sarah: I love him.

  She hits send, then tosses her phone aside before grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over her head. “Show me,” she demands.

  I obey without a moment’s hesitation.

  I’M ON MY WAY out of Little Bird when I get a text from Aria informing me that Josh is feeling under the weather. That means his Wednesday night session of kickboxing has been assigned to someone else. She tells me that she’s going to skip in order to take care of her man, and I don’t even think twice before I turn around, heading back to Brandon’s office.

  “Forget something?” asks Joey as I pass.

  “Change of plans,” I say with a smile and a shrug.

  Truth be told, I’m kind of relieved to have an excuse to stay. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m addicted to Brandon. Addicted. Obsessed. In love. Whichever. I crave him in a way that almost scares me, but doesn’t. It doesn’t because I know he feels the same way. I can feel that truth with just one stolen glance from across the room. His warm, enchanting hazel eyes speak to me, whispering of the depths of his love.

  He makes my heart dance.

  It’s not that I can’t go a few hours without him. We endured our short separation just fine the last two nights, but it seems a shame to waste this time—these feelings. I know the honeymoon phase won’t last forever, so why not milk it for all it’s worth?

  “Hey. Did you forget something?” asks Brandon as I slip into his office, shutting the door behind me.

  My phone rings, vibrating against my palm. I barely glance at the caller ID, noting that whoever is calling is not a saved contact. I drop the ringing device into my purse and discard it on the floor before making my way to Brandon.

  “No kickboxing tonight. Josh isn’t feeling well,” I tell him, sliding my hands down his chest as I wrap my arms around him from behind.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Mmhmm,” I hum, kissing the space just below his ear. “I’m going to stay,” I whisper. “Then we can go home together.”

  “Okay,” he agrees, spinning his chair around to face me. “But no working. You’re off the clock, baby.”

  I nod and then boldly make my way into his lap, straddling him as I touch my nose to his. “What about you? Can you be off the clock for a minute?” I smile triumphantly when I feel him growing hard beneath me. I rock my hips against his and he groans as he grips my waist tightly.

  “Sunshine,” he mutters.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  He kisses me before he speaks. “It’s already bad enough that I spend all day dreaming of the next time I can lose myself in you. You’re making it nearly impossible for me to keep my dick zipped up right now.”

  I sigh, my desire for him soaking my panties with every word he speaks. We both moan when I rub against him again. I’m hardly surprised with how quickly this man can turn me on, igniting the need of my inner princess.

  She’s insatiable.

  “Sarah—what are you doing?” he asks as I begin to unbutton his jeans.

  “I don’t know,” I confess, sliding onto my knees. “I just—I need you. Right now.”

  “Baby—”

  I can’t explain what has come over me, exactly; just the thought that I could get him so hard so quickly, simply by being near him, it makes me feel beautiful, wanted, and loved. In this moment, I want him to feel what I feel—I want him to know that I think he’s beautiful, that I want him more than anything, and that I love him like crazy.

  “Let me,” I say, reaching into his briefs to pull out his throbbing cock. “Two minutes,” I say with a smirk. “All I need is two minutes.”

  “Fuck,” he breathes, scooting forward in his chair. My smirk turns into a grin at his surrender.

  I take a deep breath and then wet my lips, mentally preparing myself to take as much of him as I can into my mouth. He hisses when I lick his slit and my entire body breaks out in goose pimples. I wrap my lips around him, sliding over his cock inch by inch until I can’t fit anymore. His fingers graze my cheek and I look up at him, setting a steady rhythm as I suck and lick up and down the length of his shaft.

  I pump my hand around his base and then I remember something I read earlier today. I take my other hand and reach for his balls. When I fondle them, his head drops back, his breathing now labored. I can tell he’s trying not to make a sound, for which I am grateful. The last thing in the world I want right now is to get caught; though, I can’t deny that there is a certain thrill knowing that someone could walk in on us at any moment.

  My heart rate speeds up as I suddenly realize that I may have temporarily lost my m
ind. Then the horny princess reminds me that my longing is so much that I can feel my arousal starting to drip down the side of my leg. I hum and suck harder, wanting desperately to taste Brandon’s release. I want to feel him lose control, just like I am.

  “Shit—Sarah, baby—so good. Just like that, sweet girl.”

  He takes my braid and wraps it around his hand before he starts to unravel.

  “Holy shit, Sarah—” he mutters as he bucks his hips, pushing himself further into my mouth. I try my best to relax my throat, like he taught me, but I gag anyway. I know he’s almost there, so I close my eyes and take him as he continues to thrust. Then, without warning, his hot release hits the back of my throat. When I swallow, he groans unapologetically, his dick twitching with the last of his climax.

  I pull away from him, drawing in a few deep breaths as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

  “Fuck, Sarah,” he whispers harshly as I tuck him back inside of his underwear and close his jeans. I bite my lip when our eyes meet, suddenly wondering if he’s upset with me.

  He stands and pulls me to my feet before crashing his lips against mine. I feel my nipples pebble as I wrap my arms around his neck and press my chest to his. He holds me close, gripping my ass. My phone rings from inside my purse again, but there’s no way in hell I’m breaking away from this kiss—this man—my love.

  “I shouldn’t have let you do that,” he mumbles, his voice husky, his lips still pressed against mine.

  “I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I know this is a completely inappropriate place, but I couldn’t—”

  He cuts me off, sweeping his tongue through my mouth as he squeezes my backside more aggressively. “Don’t you dare apologize,” he tells me between kisses. “I don’t care where we are—you want me, you got me, baby.”

  I whimper, holding him tighter, wishing I could somehow get closer.

  I need more—more Brandon!

  “The reason why I shouldn’t have let you do that,” he begins to say, dragging one of his hands around my thigh before he cups his fingers between my legs. “Is because of my rule. What’s my rule, Sunshine?”

  “Um…” I can’t think. As I pause, he slides his fingers up towards the top of my jeans. He frees the button and then sneaks his hand down into my panties. I can hardly breathe, my body heating up with the anticipation of his touch.

  “Ladies first, sweet girl. Now I owe you two.” He nudges my foot with his, encouraging me to spread my legs. He closes his mouth around mine as he coats his fingers in my wetness and we both sigh hungrily.

  “Hey, Boss?” Joey calls from the other side of the closed door.

  “Dammit,” Brandon growls under his breath, resting his forehead against mine.

  “You got someone here who wants to place a special order.”

  “Yeah, okay,” he replies. I smile at the disappointment that laces his tone. “I’ll be out in just a sec.”

  I clear my throat, hoping to swallow the lust that I need to tamp down for the moment. “I guess we’ll have to finish this later?”

  He doesn’t answer me right away. Instead, I watch as he pulls his hand from out of my panties and brings his fingers to his mouth. He sucks the evidence of my arousal from the tips and I have to take a step away from him. If I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll jump him.

  “Now, I owe you three,” he tells me, closing my jeans. “You’re in for a long night, Sunshine.” He kisses me and my goose pimples are back. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  I leave my office, heading straight for the sink. I linger for a moment as I wash my hands, trying to shift my focus away from Sarah. I give up after only a minute. Considering what she just pulled, there’s no way I’ll be able to push her out of my mind any time soon.

  Guess I’ll have to multitask.

  Sarah stays in my office until after I’m finished taking the special order. As I say goodbye to the customer, I feel her hand against my back. She tells me that she’s hungry and that she’s going to walk down the street for a sandwich. My sweet girl asks if she can pick something up for me and I take her up on her offer, telling her what I’d like. My eyes are glued to her ass as I watch her leave, my thoughts quickly drifting to the kiss we shared not even fifteen minutes ago.

  “Wow,” says Joey, interrupting my thoughts. I look over at him in question. “Sage wasn’t kidding. You’re so far gone.”

  I only smile in response. I see no point in denying the truth. I’m not the slightest bit ashamed that the blonde ray of sunshine that just walked out of here is mine as I am hers. I’m actually quite fucking proud of that fact.

  When Sarah gets back with our dinner, we sit at a table in the lobby and enjoy our meal together. I leave her with her Kindle when I’m done. She tucks her legs against her chest, resting her chin on her knees as she dives into whatever book she’s reading today. I swear, she doesn’t move an inch until I come back a couple hours later and tell her it’s time to head home.

  She arrives at the apartment only a couple minutes before I do. I walk in, hang my bike, drop my bag, and then we’re stripping each other of our clothing without a word passed between us. I make her come first with my mouth, then with my cock, loving every damn minute.

  “It’s getting late, babe,” she murmurs, hooking one of her legs over mine as she rests her cheek against my chest. “I know you promised me three, but if you want to call it a night, it’s okay.”

  I furrow my brow and poke her side, coaxing her to look up at me. She giggles as I shake my head. “Hell no, we aren’t going to call it a night. I just need a minute.” I roll us over so that I’m on top of her, propped between her legs. “I intend to sink myself in you one more time, Sunshine.” I trace my nose up the side of her neck and then gently pull her earlobe between my teeth. “Not just because I owe you,” I speak softly, brushing a kiss against her cheek. “I want to get you high—high on me, on my love for you. I want to make you fly, baby. I want you to come so hard that you don't ever want to let me go.”

  “I already don’t want to let you go,” she sighs, running her fingers through my hair. “Brandon, I love you so much.”

  Before I can respond in kind, I hear her phone. My first instinct is to ignore it, but that's what I thought the last time I heard it. And the time before that. Instead, I smack a kiss against her lips and roll away from her, reaching for her purse.

  “Where are you going? What are you doing?”

  “Do you know your phone keeps ringing?” I ask, pulling it out to show her.

  “Yeah. I don't know that number,” she replies with a shrug. “Whoever it is won't leave a voicemail, either. I'm kind of hoping they'll just give up at some point.”

  “It's eleven o'clock at night,” I point out with a scowl. “Do you mind?”

  She grins at me as she shakes her head. “By all means, tell them they’re interrupting my flying lesson.”

  I chuckle, offering her a wink as I answer the call. “Hello?”

  “Hello? Who is this?”

  My amusement vanishes at the sound of his voice. “Considering you’ve called a dozen times, I think I have more reason to be asking you that question.” Sarah props herself up on her elbows, an unspoken question in her eyes.

  “I'm looking for Sarah.”

  Somehow I know, without further promoting, that this is that asshole, Luke. As I stand to my feet, I wonder how long I'll be able to keep my shit together. “I gathered as much. She's indisposed. Who are you and what do you want?”

  “What do you mean, she's indisposed? Who the hell is this?”

  Ten seconds.

  That’s how long I manage to keep my shit together. Now, I see red.

  Sarah must see the shift in my disposition. In an instant, she’s scrambling to her feet, bringing the sheet along with her. Now I'm even more pissed—asshole has my sweet girl covering herself up.

  “Is that Luke?!” she cries softly. “Hang up!”

  I shake my head at her
and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, her anxiety fogging those perfect blue eyes.

  “Hello? Are you still there? I asked you a question!”

  “Actually, you asked me two,” I bite back. “As you seem to have a fairly poor vocabulary, I’ll let you know what indisposed means—she’s in bed. My bed, unable to talk right now. At least she was, until she guessed that your dumb ass was on the phone. Now she’s just indisposed to speak to you—as in, reluctant. Seeing as how I like to keep my girl happy, I’m just going to go ahead and let you know that I won’t be handing over this phone.”

  “Listen—I don’t know who the hell you are—”

  “I’m her boyfriend—her faithful, unwed boyfriend. Now, is there something I can help you with, or are you about ready to lose her number?”

  “Put her on the damn phone!”

  Worry tugs at Sarah’s brow as she takes a step closer to me. “What if it’s about Micah?” she whispers. “Maybe I should take it?”

  By the grace of God, the memory of our first kiss pops into my head. I remember finding her in the kitchen, making a batch of monster cookies. Micah’s favorite. No matter how much she might despise Luke, I know she misses that kid. She misses all of her kids. It’s who she is.

  “You don’t have to talk to him,” I tell her, pulling the phone from my ear.

  “I’ll get rid of him,” she assures me, taking the device from my hand. As she presses the phone against the side of her face, she leans against my chest. Looking into her eyes, I see what she needs.

  Me. My strength. My fire.

  I wrap my arms around her, keeping my gaze locked with hers as she begins to speak.

  “Is Micah okay?” I regret that I can no longer hear what he’s saying. Even still, it doesn’t take me long to form an assumption. Micah’s fine. His reasons for calling are purely selfish ones. “You’re joking—you’re fucking joking, right?”

  Her eyes fill with tears and it takes every bit of willpower I’ve got not to snatch the phone away from her and rip this guy a new one. This is her fight, now. I’ve got to let her battle it out.

  “You’re a lying bastard—I hope you know that! You never loved me. You’ve only ever loved yourself. Well, I’ve moved on and I sure as shit don’t plan on going backwards. Don’t ever, ever, ever, call me again!” She hangs up and drops her phone before she buries her face in my chest.