by London Hale
Before Brandon could respond, his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen, then back at me. “It’s Clark.”
“Um…we’re kind of in the middle of something here…”
He grabbed my hand and squeezed, his eyes imploring me to be patient as he put the phone to his ear. “Hey, Clark, it’s not a good time.” He paused, the sounds of a response coming from his phone. “No. I’m not working more this weekend. I need time with my—”
Pulling his phone away from his mouth, he muffled the speaker against the material of his shirt. “I haven’t had a girlfriend since Evie’s mom, so I’m hopelessly lost on a lot of this, but in my day, we asked girls to be our girlfriends.”
“Oh my God, you’re so old,” I whispered, but I couldn’t stop the giggle that burst from my lips. Nor could I tamp down the butterflies that had erupted in my stomach at his words.
“I know. You seem to love to remind me of that.” He grinned again, inching closer, leaning down to make the moment ours. “I’m way too old for you, but that’s not going to stop me from wanting you. So, will you be my girlfriend?”
Pushing up on my tiptoes, I let my lips rest against his. “If you hang up that phone as soon as humanly possible and take me upstairs…”
He gave me a quick kiss, then brought the phone back to his ear. “Clark. Yeah, sorry about that. I’m spending the weekend with my girlfriend. You met her today. Genesis. Right. I think a chat first thing Monday is long overdue.”
He pressed the end button on his screen before turning off his phone and tossing it on the entryway table. “Done. Now I think you said something about going upstairs?”
Before I could answer, he ducked down and lifted me over his shoulder, causing me to drop everything at his feet.
“Brandon!” I yelped and fisted his shirt as he spun us around and took off up the stairs with a slap to my ass. “Wow, for an old man, you sure can book it,” I said around a laugh.
He growled and turned his head, sinking his teeth into my hip. “You’re sure mouthy for someone who’s gonna be riding my cock for the foreseeable future.”
Obviously a man on a mission, he didn’t stop until he had me on my back, sprawled out on his bed.
Then the amazing torture began.
He was slow this time, like he was trying to worship me through brushes of his lips and caresses of his fingers. With careful hands, he stripped me of my sweatshirt, then the thigh highs and garter belt, his mouth mapping every inch of skin he revealed.
“This is sexy as hell, but I want you naked. I just want you right now.” He pressed a kiss to my hip, glancing up at me. “Promise you’ll wear it for me again?”
“Only if you’re good.”
With a wicked smile, he pushed my legs apart and settled between them, his breaths brushing against my pussy with every word. “You want me to be good to you with my mouth or my cock? Or maybe you want both?”
He didn’t wait for me to answer—he wouldn’t need to because he knew exactly how much I loved both. He licked a long path up the length of my slit, his tongue flicking against my clit, sending shockwaves through my body.
With a groan, I sank my fingers into his hair. “God, that’s good.”
“Just good? I’m going to make you ride my tongue until I’m not just good anymore.” He licked a warm, wet trail all around my clit then zeroed in again. Flicking, sucking, and teasing as he slid his fingers inside of me.
What started off unhurried turned feverish. He always got like this when he tasted me. He’d get so worked up that he’d slam me straight into my orgasm before taking me rough and hard. Then, when it was all over and he was holding me in his arms, he’d apologize for fucking me so hard and promise to slow down next time. But I loved it. I loved that he started out with the intention of being sweet. How he wanted to make love to me, but once he got a single taste, he turned into a starving man and my body was his last meal.
With the focused attention of his tongue on my clit and three fingers pumping in and out of me, he hurled me over the edge of my release before I even knew it was upon me. I couldn’t do anything but clutch his shoulders and chant his name as I came against his mouth.
“You’re going to be so sloppy wet when I get inside you,” he said as he crawled up my body, taking time to swipe his tongue around my belly button, along the underside of one of my breasts, between the valley between them. And then he was above me, settling between my legs, and sliding home.
I dug my nails into his back, wrapping my legs around his hips and encouraging him with my heels pressing into his ass. “Feels so good.”
He paused in his thrusts, pushing deep and rotating his hips. “It’s not all this, you know. It’s not just sex for me.”
I stared up at him, at the honesty shining through in his eyes. “It’s not for me either.”
“I meant what I said, even if it wasn’t necessarily directed your way. I love you, Genesis, and I promise to do whatever it takes to make you happy.” He dropped his head and nipped my chin, licking a trail along my jaw until his lips rested against my ear. “Even if that means taking one for the team and fucking this luscious ass of yours.”
My laughter was cut off as he began fucking me in earnest, the rapid staccato of our hips the only symphony I wanted to hear for the rest of my life. With whispered words of all the things he wanted to spend the next fifty years doing to me, he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. All I could do was cling to his shoulders, attempting to meet his hips thrust for thrust.
When I came, it was with the force of a tsunami, Brandon rocking me through my orgasm even as he found his own release.
As he settled his weight on me, pressing a kiss to my sweat-slicked shoulder, I knew this was it for me. I’d never get tired of being with this man—of laughing and talking and fucking. Of loving. While I’d never given much thought to where I wanted to be in ten or twenty years, I just always assumed I’d know it when it came along.
I’d been right.
Brandon.”
I glanced up at the familiar voice, smiling when I saw my cousin striding toward me. “Josh. How are things?”
“Good, man. Good. What’re you doing at the coffee shop in the middle of the day?”
I nearly laughed. He was right to question me. For close to twenty years, I’d spent every waking moment tied to a desk, focused first on my education then on the glory of a good career instead of a good life. I’d been an idiot, but thankfully, Gen made sure I knew that and kept me from sliding into old habits.
“I was meeting a client about one of the empty storefronts on Main Street. Figured I’d finalize my notes here before heading home.”
“So it’s true? You left Wilkinson Properties?”
“I did,” I said with a shrug. “Life’s too short not to take advantage of every second.”
“I can’t believe you gave all that up.” He frowned. “Is the other rumor true, as well? You’re dating Genesis McKay?”
My smile grew, the thought of my Gen waiting for me making me itch to head home. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, outside of my daughter.”
He nodded, seeming distracted. “Good for you, Brandon. I don’t think I would—”
“You would. For the right woman, you would give up just about anything.” I nodded across the street, where his nanny stood holding the hand of his son as they laughed about something in a store window. “Looks like your entourage is waiting.”
“Yeah.” He stared across the street, something close to yearning on his face. It was too hard to tell whether he was looking at his son or his young, pretty nanny.
“You should go,” I said, figuring that was the right thing for him to do no matter which of the two he was staring at. “I’m heading home. Gen wants to go to the mainland for dinner tonight, and I am more than happy to oblige her.”
Josh turned back, a weak smile on his face. “You’re happy, then? Even with the age difference and
all the gossip?”
I shrugged, tossing my notebook into my bag. “I’m thrilled. And anyone who wants to talk shit about me and Gen can fuck right off. This isn’t some secret, naughty affair. I love her. I’m going to marry her someday. End of story.”
“I’m thrilled for you. Really.” He slapped me on the shoulder. Before he could speak again, Bailey yelled his name from across the street. He spun immediately, his lips turning up in a much stronger smile when she waved to him. No wonder he was so interested in Gen and me. Josh had the hots for the nanny. “I should go.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Yeah, you should. You should also pull your head out of your ass.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” I waved across the street. “Hi, Max. Good to see you, Bailey.”
They waved back, and I slapped a hand down on Josh’s shoulder. “Beautiful family.”
He looked back across the street, and this time, I knew he wasn’t looking at his son. “Yeah, it is.”
The tone of his voice reminded me of my own when I spoke of Gen, the reverence even I could hear. Thank fuck we’d worked things out and were still together. Just the thought, the reminder of how I’d almost let her slip through my fingers, was enough to make my feet move.
“See you Tuesday, Josh.”
“Tuesday?”
“Release day for Lara McKay. I’m coming with Gen to help get her mom settled at her new place.”
“Oh, right. Yeah. See you then.”
I was in my car and pulling out into ferry traffic seconds later. The problem with living on an island was there were only so many ways on or off. On the south end, you had the ferry traffic; on the west, the bridge. Both caused far more congestion than you’d think possible.
I worked my way through the clogged business district until I bypassed the bridge and hit the road that ringed the island before turning north. If I hurried, I could be home in fifteen minutes. If I really hurried, I could already be inside Gen in that same amount of time.
Thank fuck for fast cars.
But when I strolled into the foyer and yelled for Gen, no one answered. I set my bag down and walked through the downstairs, seeing all the little signs of her. A hair tie on the foyer table, her shoes next to the door, a half-empty bottle of lemonade on the kitchen counter. Her presence permeated every inch of my big, cold house, bringing warmth to the place. And I loved it.
I found Gen in the family room. She’d built a sort of tent out of blankets she’d draped across the couch and side chair. She was curled around a pillow inside it, her skimpy shorts riding up enough to show off the fleshy curve of her ass, her leg hitched over the blanket covering the floor. Her lips were slightly parted, her face clean of any makeup, and her hair piled high on top of her head. Irresistible, and so fucking beautiful she made my chest hurt.
Unable to wait a minute longer, I tugged off my tie and shirt, dropped my pants and let my boxers fall to the floor. We still had a few hours before we needed to leave for dinner. Might as well spend them in my favorite way possible. True, Gen was only practically naked—which was not nearly naked enough—but I could fix that.
I crawled into her little blanket fort and tugged the side down, cocooning us inside. The closeness, the shadows—they reminded me of that first night on the couch in this same room. The way Gen had teased me, how I’d pulled her into my lap. That first orgasm I’d given her. There’d been many more since—dozens more—but that one meant something to me. It was our start, our beginning, and though the road had been a little rocky afterward, we’d navigated it together. And now, she was mine.
Gen jerked then moaned as my hand ran up under her tank top to cup her breast. I leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back and kissing along her neck, letting her feel how hard I was for her. How much I wanted her.
“You’re half naked on the floor,” I whispered before biting her earlobe gently. “Something you need?”
“Yeah, I was planning to get that dildo Harper sent me home with.” She arched into me, pulling me closer, almost forcing my hand down her body. “But I guess you’ll do…”
“I can leave you to it,” I said, even though there was no way I could peel myself away from her now. She knew it, too. Her light chuckle was a sure sign of it. “I could always get that new toy and use it on you if you’d rather.”
“Maybe tonight. Now give me what I want.” Gen reached behind me, palming my ass to pull me closer.
“So damn bossy.” I gave in and rolled, positioning her on her stomach, and dragged her skimpy panties down her legs as she tugged off her tank top. When I had her bare, I worked a thigh between hers, angled my hips to push my cock against her, and I rocked. She groaned and tried to move, but I had her pinned, teasing her with the length of my cock running along her slit while my fingers focused on her clit.
“Brandon,” she moaned, her fingers clutching the blanket below her.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I said, rolling my hips into hers. Stretching out on her back to keep her in place. “Spread your legs a little so I can show you. So I can make you come on my cock. No toys, just me and you.”
Gen groaned and grabbed my wrist, as if making sure I couldn’t get away. Not that I’d try. When you had a girl like Genesis in your heart and your bed, there was no escaping her. No use trying. She was perfect for me—witty and fun and sexy in a way that knocked me on my ass several times a day. And as I slid inside her, as she sighed and rocked and whispered my name, I knew she was it for me. There was no one better, no one who understood me as well, no one else.
She was my everything, and she always would be.
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Nanny With Benefits Sneak Peek
It’s time to take things indoors…
Book three of the Temperance Falls series features a hot, young widower and the nanny who lives right down the hall.
Come, pick a spot on the dock, and grab some lemonade. Things are about to heat up on the island as we bring you the next story in the Temperance Falls world.
She’s completely off limits
In my eyes—and those of every woman on Temperance Falls—Doctor Josh Hutton is the ultimate catch: single dad, handsome surgeon, and lonely widower all rolled into one. He’s also my boss. I shouldn’t want to take our relationship from professional to personal, but I ache thinking about even one night in his bed.
His control is slipping
I know better than to lust after Bailey, but that doesn’t stop me from doing it. She’s my employee, the person who cares for my son when I can’t, which only makes the dirty thoughts I have about her even more inappropriate. But she’s also a beautiful, sexy woman living under my roof, and that temptation is hard to resist. A door left ajar and a breathy moan is all it takes. One night of pushed boundaries, and all my rules go out the window.
It’d been a year and a half since Bailey had shown up on our doorstep, hoping to become Max’s live-in nanny, and I still wasn’t used to her. I hadn’t quite figured out how to get rid of that punch to my stomach whenever I looked at her. That jolt to my chest when she’d turn her gaze my way and smile. That tightness to my cock whenever that husky laugh of hers left her lips.
Since it was obvious it wasn’t anything that was going away, I’d functioned by ignoring it. Or I’d attempted to anyway. It wasn’t exactly easy to do when the subject of your infatuation lived in your house, occupying the bedroom next to your own.
Even worse than the pull I felt toward her was how easy it was for me to pretend this whole thing was real. That I wasn’t looking at Bailey, my nanny, waving from across the street while holding my son’s hand. But that I was looking at my family. It wasn’t hard to picture—Max shared her coloring, his fair skin matching hers and his dark brown hair only a shade or two lighter than hers. Besides t
hat, though, it was obvious how much she loved him. On the handful of times we’d taken trips to the mainland, she’d gotten mistaken for his mom more than once.
That was something that never happened in Temperance Falls, of course. Everyone knew of the tragic car accident that had taken Max’s mom—my wife—away. We’d been the talk of the island in the time since then. As much as I loved this place, loved it for Max, sometimes I wished we had the anonymity of a larger city. Where no one knew our business. Where I didn’t get asked at the grocery store almost two years later how everything was going at home, if I was handling things okay. Trouble was, everyone on the island still saw me as one-half of a whole that would never be again.
But I’d moved on. I’d loved my wife more than anything, had thought I’d spend the rest of my life with her while raising a family. But it had been almost two years since she’d died. I’d mourned her death, and I’d mourned the loss of the life I’d pictured us having together. I’d had to, because I had Max to think about. I couldn’t spend my days wishing for something that would never be when I had a sad three-year-old who didn’t understand why his mom wasn’t coming back. I’d had to make things normal for him again, and I’d done that by grieving and moving on. It was a healthy step in the right direction, yet with every question from a well-meaning neighbor or friend or relative, it made me feel like I’d done something wrong in getting on with my life.
Or attempting to.
I’d come to the point where I’d contemplated dating again. Trouble was, it seemed the only person I had the capacity to feel any sort of attraction to was my too-young nanny. Wasn’t that just a kick to the nuts?
I crossed Main Street after saying goodbye to my cousin Brandon, attempting to discard the words he’d said to me. How he’d said Max and Bailey were my beautiful family. The gossip train had been going a mile a minute since Brandon and Genesis, his daughter’s best friend, had gotten together. It was all I’d heard for the past week in the hospital cafeteria. I knew what that was like—had been living it for far too long—but his situation was something completely different. He’d changed his whole life for a girl. Attraction or not, that wasn’t something I was willing to do again.