Deliciously Smooth (Naked Brews #1)

by K. B. Jacobs

  “No, you don’t understand.” Walsh closed the gap between us with one step. “You think I’m playing you, but I have never been so serious in my entire life.”

  He reached out and grabbed the front of my flannel shirt, pulling it open and sending buttons flying through the air. Cool air rushed in, raising goosebumps along the top of my chest. Despite the anger in my gut, my panties were wet in seconds.

  “I’ve known men like you, and you’re all the same.” I pushed him back half a step and pulled his T-shirt up over his head in one swift movement. “You see something you want and think you can just take it.”

  Walsh tugged what was left of my shirt off and pressed his bare chest against me. “I see lots of things I want all the time.” He snaked a hand up my back and unclasped my bra. I didn’t try to stop him as he eased the straps down and exposed my breasts, nipples tight with the anticipation of his touch. “I don’t take what isn’t mine.”

  He placed a soft kiss at the juncture of my neck and shoulder and reached down to flip open my jeans. I shuddered at the touch of his fingers just under the waistline of my lace panties.

  “What do you call the scheming plans you left in my office?” I tugged at his hips, pulling his body tighter to mine.

  “Not scheming plans.” He nipped at my earlobe and grazed his teeth down my neck. “Suggestions. For you.”

  My heart sprinted around my chest, but I drew a deep breath. “And the brewery?”

  His fingers teased at the elastic, and one hand squeezed my right breast hard, the way I liked it. “Oh, I’ll have the brewery.” He plunged his hand down, claiming my sex with strong strokes of his fingers. “I plan to have all of you, every last drop. And the brewery is part of you.” He dipped two fingers inside my wet core. “It’s inside you.”

  I couldn’t tell if he was talking about the brewery or him, and it didn’t matter. His hooks were in, and I liked it. He claimed my mouth with his and teased me with tongue and fingers until I could hardly stand. When he finally released my lips, my head swam with a million thoughts.

  “So, just to be clear.” I tugged down his sweatpants and let them drop to the floor. He was beautifully naked underneath, and his cock pulsed against my stomach. “You aren’t going to buy the brewery?”

  Walsh moaned as I took him in both hands and stroked hard all the way from his wet tip to the base. “I was going to call my partner tomorrow and recommend we withdraw our bid to purchase.”

  I shoved at his chest, and the sweats around his ankles caused him to trip and fall onto the couch.

  Walsh lay back, gloriously naked and grinning from ear to ear.

  My skin sizzled from the memory of his touch and the loss of his fingers on me...in me. I was in too deep, and I didn’t even care anymore.

  “Please allow me to show my appreciation.” I lowered my mouth to his throbbing cock.

  Chapter Thirty

  Walsh

  Lake sucked down my dick in one motion, and my hips surged. Oh, hell, that felt so good. As she pulled back, she rolled her tongue around the tip, teasing and sucking before swallowing me whole again. Hot, tight, wet heat. So fucking good.

  I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed as she worked her mouth over my shaft. The bliss on her face told me she enjoyed this just as much as me. Oh fuck, she was perfect.

  My balls were pulled in tight, so when she rolled them around in her hand, squeezing in time with her mouth, my nerves sizzled. It would be so easy to let go right then. But I didn’t want that.

  I wanted to take care of Lake, not the other way around. I reached down, ignoring the plea of my cock to leave her there as I lifted Lake up.

  “Hey,” she complained. “I was doing something there.”

  “Believe me, I noticed,” I growled as I flipped her onto her back, annoyed at the tight space of the couch, but I was too turned on to relocate to the bedroom upstairs. I loomed over her. “But now it’s my turn to do something.”

  She went pliant in my arms. “Okay, if you must.”

  “That’s my girl.” I sat back on one knee and tugged the laces of her boots, sliding them and her socks off. Lake fidgeted as I removed her jeans and panties just as quickly. My girl liked her sex quick and dirty, but I had something different in store for her, so she would just have to be patient.

  When she was gloriously naked, I sat back and looked my fill. “You’re so beautiful,” I said reverently as I ran a finger up the inside of her calf. She started to say something—knowing her, she planned to argue—but I just kept talking, running my finger lightly over her curves.

  “The first time I saw you, you took my breath away.” I smiled up at her. “And it wasn’t just because you ran into me, or the fact that a mountain of snow had fallen on my head.”

  Her skin was so pale it shimmered in the low evening light. Smooth and silken, it made my mouth water every time I touched her. I dipped my head down, letting my tongue follow my finger as it traced up the inside of her knee. “No, it was you. Blonde and gorgeous with fire spitting from your eyes, saying that you were never going to be bullied or taken advantage of. No one would make Lake O’Brien anything other than what she was.”

  She gasped and shuddered as I bit the inside of her thigh.

  “And that thing is... Perfect.” I angled between her thighs and inhaled her scent. I could hear her indrawn breath.

  “Wal—”

  I overrode her before she had the chance. “You’re so perfect, but I’m not saying you don’t have your flaws. Hell, no woman who argues with me as much as you do is perfect in that sense.” I stopped and winked at her. “Because that would be admitting that you’re always right, and there’s no way in hell I’m going there.”

  I cocked an eyebrow at her, and her eyes were alight with humor.

  “God forbid,” she murmured.

  I bit her, just a little nip of this very sensitive skin. I ran my tongue across where I’d bitten, at the juncture where her thigh met her hip. She closed her eyes and tensed, dropping her hands to the top of my head, urging me on.

  “No, where you’re perfect is how you make me feel. This place, you, the brewery...it all feels right. I feel right here. Whole, safe, at peace. That isn’t something I’ve ever had before.” My voice lowered with the emotion of these truths. “I have no idea what the future holds for us, but for this moment in time, you’ve shown me what perfection is like. I want to hold onto it, you, for as long as I can.”

  I had to confess. I knew that. Sooner rather than later, but I wanted to cling onto that moment of perfection as long as I could. Hang onto every second of it so I could relive it over and over later.

  Later, after she knew everything about me and would throw me to the curb.

  I dipped my head and paid attention to the part of her that had been shifting and flexing in anticipation. I ran my tongue lightly across her folds where she was already wet and ready.

  She moaned at my touch, and her thighs tensed under my palms.

  Her essence was a heady mix of salty and sweet that had my tongue watering for more. I teased at her entrance, not delving any deeper, staying away from her clit.

  I wanted her insane with lust and need before I took her over the edge. I wanted to love her body the best way I knew how and somehow show her what a perfect moment in time could be. I needed her to feel that, too. Somehow, I needed to give her that. A perfect memory so maybe later she wouldn’t—couldn’t—hate me completely.

  Her juices flowed over my tongue as I teased and taunted. Her grasp in my hair tightened, but she wasn’t quite where I needed her yet.

  I ran my finger over that tiny bundle of nerves. A fine tremor ran under her skin, only visible because I was so close to her, savoring every part of her. I pulled the hood back to find her clit swollen and throbbing. I brushed my finger over it lightly.

  “Walsh...” Lake moaned, her voice high and threaded with need.

  Slowly, I inserted a finger into her core, which tightened and
pulled me in deeper. I could just imagine how good she’d feel, doing that with my cock. My breath panted with the need to sink into her heat. No, I had to have patience, too.

  When I added a second finger, I leaned down and slowly licked across her swollen clit.

  She sobbed at the touch, and her internal muscles milked my fingers. Hot damn, that was hotter than fuck. I turned her on, transformed her into this ball of need and lust.

  I flicked my tongue across those nerves, savoring her every tremble and gasp.

  “Please, please, please,” she chanted.

  My fingers thrust and withdrew. I twisted them so they scraped across her inner wall. Her hips bucked as she keened.

  “You liked that,” I said.

  More needy sounds echoed from her chest.

  A spasm of desire shuddered along the full, throbbing length of my cock.

  She was ready. I lowered my mouth to her clit again. I licked across it once, twice, before sucking it into my mouth, running my tongue over it.

  Lake screamed and tensed, her inner walls throbbing and clenching as she came. I sucked her clit all the way through her orgasm until her legs trembled. Then I slowly pulled back, licking her juices off my lips. Damn, she tasted so good.

  Her fingers released their hold on my scalp, and I looked up to check on her. She watched me with hooded, luminous eyes. Her breath panted out, and her cheeks were flushed.

  “That was...” her voice trailed off.

  “Perfect,” I finished for her. “But for the rest of what I want to do with you, we need a proper bed.”

  She waved a limp hand at me. “You go on ahead. I’ll catch up in a few hours when my muscles come back to life. There’s no way my legs will hold me up for stairs.”

  I smiled. Lake was full of life. I loved that she brought that spirit and spark to this part of our world, too.

  I rose, ignoring the erection that stood straight up against my belly.

  But Lake had noticed. Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips. “Maybe—”

  I didn’t give her a chance to even go there. I bent over and scooped her into my arms.

  “Walsh,” she shrieked. “Put me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

  I frowned down at her. “Now, there’s no reason to be mean. After what I just did, you’re questioning my manhood?”

  She sputtered. “That’s not... I didn’t... I just weigh...”

  “Hush,” I corrected her as I started climbing stairs. “Arguing with you will just sap my meager strength. You don’t want me dropping you, do you?” In all actuality, she weighed practically nothing. Lake always came across bigger than life when she really was rather tiny. Her rock climbing kept her in peak physical shape. Once we reached the top of the stairs to the loft, I entered the bedroom and lowered her onto the bed.

  She didn’t lie down. Instead, she sat up and ran one hand over my bicep while her other hand stroked my hard length. “Look at my manly, sexy man,” she cooed in a breathy, Marilyn-Monroe-style voice.

  I laughed and crawled over her, pushing her back onto the bed as I did so. “Manly, huh?” I lowered my mouth to her breast, pulling her nipple into my mouth and sucking.

  Her back arched.

  That worked for me as it just pressed more of her skin against my heated, naked torso. I ran my palms up the sides of her waist, relishing the sensation of having her in my arms, needy and ready. I could live with loving her like this every single day for the rest of my life.

  I’d spent time tracing over every single star of her tattoo whenever she was naked. I fucking loved that tattoo. So sexy. The trail of stars began at the nape of her neck and ran down across her back in a sweeping motion, like a comet had trailed across her body, leaving stardust in its wake. There was a single star that had worked its way around to the underside of her left breast. I licked it now, loving that I knew it was there. My little secret star hidden like a special present just for me.

  I dragged my attention from that breast and gave equal attention to the other.

  Her breathing and heart rate ratcheted up in time with my ministrations. Soon, she writhed below me again. “Walsh, you’re driving me nuts. Get that cock inside me. Now.” Her voice was a low growl.

  I simply smiled. “Now, darling, you’re not trying to rush me, are you?” I could almost hear my cock cry out in pain in conjunction with the hiss of frustration that leaked from Lake’s mouth.

  So, I kissed her. Our tongues tangled, passion and lust and desire combined to create a powerfully mixed aphrodisiac.

  She wrapped her legs around my hips, putting my needy dick right where it wanted to be. Her heat and moisture seared me, luring me to sink inside her. I clenched my jaw, fighting against the natural instincts riding me. But I couldn’t resist anymore.

  I lunged for the condom in the nightstand drawer, suiting up in record time.

  Her hands ran across my flanks, tugging me in tighter.

  I sat right at her entrance, ready to enter, but instead of plunging in like everything inside me clamored to do, I leaned over and kissed her. As I slowly slid into her body, I threaded my fingers through her hair and loved her with my tongue.

  She tightened those tight, internal walls, and my dick throbbed a staccato rhythm in time with my heartbeat. My muscles tightened as I fought against my natural urge to plunge deep and hard.

  I wanted this to last.

  Slowly, I pulled out and slid back in, dragging my cock inch by inch through her tight channel. The unhurried movement tortured both of us with the promise of just how good it felt but without the stimulation needed to orgasm.

  The gorgeous vision of her below me tested my resolve. It was so hard to stay in control when she looked so fucking fantastic. I closed my eyes, but then my focus zeroed in on where I was inside her, part of her.

  For the first time ever, the true depth of what this act meant hit me. At this moment we were one, joined in the most intimate of ways.

  It was all too much.

  In that moment, I lost it. My cock grew and lengthened just as Lake tightened around me, coming again.

  Having her milk my body like this stole the last threads of my restraint. I plunged into her, cherishing her moans, as I followed her over the edge. My cock pulsed hard in release, filling the condom. As the tension drained out of me, I collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her.

  I buried my face into her neck, breathing her in, overwhelmed by just how powerful that had been both physically and emotionally.

  She ran her hands up and down my sweaty back.

  I was still inside her as the aftershocks and tremors continued. Every time my cock pulsed, she gasped, a tiny sound of pleasure that made me wish I could start all over again. Sadly, I needed a bit more recovery time than that.

  I just hoped I had the chance to do it over and over again for the rest of my life. Somehow, I had to find the chance to confess. I owed it to her, and I couldn’t put if off any longer.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Lake

  Walsh eased his multi-orgasm-bequeathing cock out of me inch by inch until the very tip slipped past my swollen lips, leaving me instantly aching to feel him inside me again. “Bastard.”

  He smiled down at me with the cocky grin I couldn’t believe I once hated. “I’ll be right back,” he said, leaning over and brushing his lips across mine in a light kiss. “I need to clean up, but then I have something I want to talk about.”

  I barely nodded, my body too spent for more movement than that. Every cell within me relaxed into the downy softness of the bed, my skin vibrating from the heated passion of our lovemaking.

  Walsh walked to the bathroom, and I turned my head to watch his fine ass until the door closed behind him. Praise the lord, that man had a fine ass. And talented hands, and a tongue as sharp as it was gifted, and his cock...

  My core clenched at the memory of him thrusting into me with everything he had to give. A slick bead of juices ran down my tender mound. He ha
d promised to brand me and he had, but it was more than just my pussy that he’d claimed.

  I lifted an exhausted arm and rubbed at the spot over my left breast. He’d left his mark there as well. Working his way past all my best defenses and stealing into my heart before I even noticed.

  Somehow between trying to throw him out of town and letting him buy me coffee and cream cheese cinnamon bread, I’d fallen in love with Walsh Thorne.

  My head swam with the reality of it. I’d been in love enough times to recognize the feeling, but this was different. The other times had all felt like a right now kind of love. The kind that feels real enough in the moment, but you know deep down can’t last. That kind of love lived right on top of the heart but could easily be scraped away with minimal damage when the time came to move on.

  But Walsh wasn’t content with the surface. He’d figured out how to dig past that first touch and sear himself inside me. God help me, if he left, it would hurt like hell to dig him out. The thought of it should send me running for the door, but it was too late.

  I should be terrified. Never before had I let someone else have this much power to hurt me. Not since...since she left...and I’d sworn I’d never give anyone else the chance to break me again.

  But I had. I had let Walsh in, and I liked it.

  I’m in love with Walsh. The words rolled through my head and echoed around like the inside of an empty brew pot. I pictured his face looking up at me from between my thighs. He’d called me perfect right before he’d dipped down and took me with his mouth. That look had said it all. Walsh was in love with me, too.

  I stretched out on the bed, relishing in the pull of my muscles that would be sore in the morning. Old Lake might have dashed off to find clothes and hightail it out of there. Instead, I fisted my hands into the pillow and settled into the comfort of the bed that smelled like Walsh and sex and love all rolled up into an intoxicating elixir.

  I drifted to sleep with thoughts of a perfect forever.