by Helen Vera
I stand near the double glass doors of the building and wait for her to come down. My coat does nothing to shield me from the rain, but damn does it feel good to be inhaling the crisp winter air. I hear the clicking sound of familiar heels on the marble steps, so I hide in the shadows until she appears on the sidewalk. She looks like little red riding hood in her red coat. My heart does this annoying flutter when I see her face, and I suddenly realize why. It already belongs to her. I should have known this was going to happen. Vivian has me wrapped around her little finger. Love was the last thing on my mind when I started this thing. Now I’m fucking head over heels for the first time. And I don’t mind that.
Vivian takes out her phone from her bag, and that’s when I make my move. I sneak up behind her and grab her by the waist. She gasps in shock and opens her mouth to scream, but I quickly turn her around and cover her mouth with the back of my hand. “Shhh. Babe It’s me.”
She stops struggling and her doe eyes meet mine. She visibly relaxes when she realizes that the man holding her is me and not some nut job from Staten Island. Raindrops fall on her porcelain face, past her crimson lips. She’s wearing my favorite red lipstick. I raise my hand to cup her rosy cheeks. “Jax! Oh my God. You’re finally back.”
She stands on her tiptoes and hugs me. I hold her tighter and bury my face in the warmth of her neck. My girl smells like gardenias on a warm summer day. “I missed you so much.” She whispers.
“I missed you too, Baby.”
Our hug lasts long enough for me to slip my hands under her coat and feel her tempting curves.
“You scared the hell out of me.” She smacks me with her phone.
I pull back and deliver a sharp smack to her peachy ass in retaliation. “Serves you right for going out alone in the middle of the night like that.”
“I had an emergency appointment with a deeply troubled patient. What was I supposed to do? Tell her to come tomorrow?” She pouts adorably.
I squeeze her ass. “Yes. Because the next time I catch you out on your own in the middle of a thunderstorm, I will punish you.”
“What thunderstorm? It’s barely raining.” She huffs.
The clouds above must have heard her because they chose the exact same moment to unleash their fury on us. It begins raining like crazy, so I grab her hand and we both make a run for it. We step into a fuckload of puddles along the way, but Vivian twirls and dances in the rain like it’s nothing. I quickly unlock the car and get in. In the meantime, she’s having a love affair with the weather. She must have been some kind of thunder goddess in another life.
She wants me to drive slow, but I speed down the empty streets with a hand on her thigh. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
I park on top of Brooklyn Bridge and switch off the engine. The clouds finally give us a break and the heavy rain becomes more of a light drizzle. Vivian gives me a puzzled look, but I grab the back of her neck and kiss her sensuous lips. Her damp hair feels like wet silk against my fingers as I pull her closer and deepen the kiss, my tongue dipping in and out of her mouth. I can’t get enough of her moans and that sweet caramel taste of her lipstick. I bite down on her plump lower lip and rub her thighs.
“Come here.” I pant.
My hands guide her to sit on top of my lap. She shyly straddles me and places her hands on my shoulders. “So, what exactly are we doing here?”
I distract her with another kiss. She melts into my touch and threads her fingers through my hair. I blindly search for the elastic edge of her leggings and dip my hands beneath the light fabric. My hands finally meet her plump ass cheeks. I squeeze and knead them as I grind her on my cock. She moans into my mouth and tugs on my shirt. “Did you miss my cock, baby?”
She nods like the good girl she is. I shower her neck with open-mouthed kisses, licking the raindrops off her skin. Hot, heavy breathing fogs up the windows as I move my right hand under her sweater to tease and pinch her nipple. “No bra? Were you expecting to get laid tonight?”
She shakes her head no. “I hate wearing bras under long sweaters.” She pants.
“I hate wearing boxers under jeans too,” I smirk.
She glances down to my black denim pants and blushes. I guide her left hand to my zipper. “Oh God, you’re so hard.” She licks her swollen lips.
“Unzip me,” I order. She quickly complies. Her mouth falls open when she sees my swollen tip. It’s already dripping with pre-cum. “Do you want my cock in your pussy or mouth tonight?”
She chews on her bottom lip, her eyes glued to my swollen tip. “Pussy.” She replies. Unable to wait anymore, I push open the door and get out of the car with Vivian in my arms. She gasps and wraps her legs around my waist. “Jax, where are you taking me?”
“You ask way too many questions,” I spank her tight ass.
I carry her up the steps to the pedestrian bridge, right above where I parked my Maserati. The river below us is a blend of orange and golden lights thanks to the skyscrapers in the distance. There’s no time to admire the view though. I’m about to blow my load and we haven’t even gotten around to the fucking yet. Seven days without her. God. That was fucking hard.
I find the nearest dry wall and press Vivian up against it. There’s not much traffic below, but if anybody passes by, they’d definitely see us. Lighting flashes far away across the river. Vivian shudders from the cold, so I rub her arms and thighs, eager to bounce her on my cock. “Jax. Are you crazy?” She looks up at me in disbelief. “We can’t...” Her voice trails off.
“Shhh.” I tempt her with hungry kisses. She moans but pushes at my chest. “What if someone sees us?” She asks for the hundredth time. I allow her to stand on the bridge and order her to take off her leggings and underwear. “But...”
“Do you trust me?” I ask, dipping a hand between her legs.
“Yes.” She closes her eyes and moans. I can tell that she wants this as much as I do.
She quickly takes off her leggings and panties but insists on keeping her coat on. I kiss her and pick her up again, pressing her harder against the concrete wall. The wind blows around us, but the giant steel cables shield us from the cold. Her pussy’s already wet and ready for me.
“Are you ready for my cock, baby?” I tease her with the fat head, rubbing it against her clit.
She bites hard on her bottom lip and nods. We both watch my cock slide into her tight, needy pussy. Her head falls back against the wall in pleasure. I grip her waist in my large hands and slide out of her drenched hole. This is going to be far from gentle.
Vivian holds on for dear life, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pound the hell out of her. My cock punishes her pussy, turning her moans into screams. I cover her mouth with my hand and concentrate on the blinding pleasure. This greedy cunt was made for me and no one but me. “Look at you, bouncing on my dick like a two-dollar whore.”
She soaks my cock with a steady stream of wetness. Her face is redder than a freshly spanked ass. I pound into her harder, faster, yanking on her sweater to feast my eyes on her bouncing tits. She arches her back and digs her fingernails into the hard concrete. “Oh fuck!”
I push my thumb into her mouth and watch her suck on it like a pro. She’s too lost in her own pleasure now, and it’s so fucking hot. The sound of our flesh slapping together is music to my ears as I suck and bite on her pink nipples. I’m seconds away from blowing my load but I need to make her fucking cum first. I lean back and watch her bounce up and down on my cock, my finger in her mouth with her eyes closed. She’s close to cumming. I feel her pussy suddenly strangle my cock, so I lend a helping hand to her clit, rubbing it raw until she shudders and cums.
Her orgasm triggers mine. I groan and bite down on her neck, flooding her pussy with hot cum. She says my name over and over like a prayer until her body melts and turns into putty in my hands. Her pussy occasionally rewards me with aftershocks, milking me one last time before I pull out of her hole.
“Fuck me
,” I whisper breathlessly. “Are you alright?”
She nods with closed eyes and rests her sweaty forehead on my shoulder.
Her bare legs slide down my body as she struggles to stand on her own two feet. She looks thoroughly fucked and sated. “I think you may have ruined my coat. You owe me four hundred bucks.” She turns around and shows me her back. It looks as gray as the wall behind her.
I snake an arm around her waist then pick her up. “Hush baby and enjoy the moment. We just fucked on top of Brooklyn Bridge.”
“Oh. We did.”
19
VIVIAN
I love snow, especially New York snow. I was born in February, so winter runs in my blood. This year, February holds a dear place in my heart. I finally moved into my new and cozy townhouse for a fresh start. Sue helped me furnish all the rooms and paint them in different shades of pastel colors. I’m currently sitting in my gorgeous French-inspired kitchen, watching Lucy and Jax making a mess out of my white marble counters. There are flour and egg shells everywhere you look, with bags of sugar and chocolate chips on the island in the middle.
Jax insisted on baking me a birthday cake since we were already snowed in for the day. Lucy’s his assistant, so naturally, the kitchen looks like it’s been hit by a hurricane of flour and sugar. They’ve been making that cake for over an hour now. By making, I mean not using measuring cups for the ingredients. Jax looks adorable in my purple apron after Lucy insisted he wears it. He showed up last night with a chef hat and uniform for Lucy. I have no idea how he managed to find such an outfit for an 18-months-old. My daughter’s officially in love with him. She completely adores him. She started calling him Dada a few weeks ago, and he seemed to love it.
At first, I was afraid of introducing him to Lucy. She had already lost Andrew, so I needed to make sure Jax was ready to make a commitment to us both. He promised me he’d work on his anger issues and luckily, he was able to keep that promise. He attended his therapy sessions and showed me that he was able to deal with stress without losing his temper. He also helped me move out of my apartment. He’s incredibly protective of us and makes me feel safest in his arms. Falling in love with him was a no-brainer.
Now, he fills my house with laughter and joy. He makes me feel blessed to have found someone like him. Yes, he’s cocky as hell, but he’s also generous, loyal and a sex god. Every time I pass by Brooklyn Bridge, I remember our steamy tryst up there. I still can’t believe I let him talk me into it. Jax can be extremely persuasive. He used a blend of seduction techniques to convince me to buy a jacuzzi for the backyard. I can see the big ass tub all the way from here thanks to my wide French windows. “Hey, chef Lucy! Where’s my cake?”
Lucy giggles and helps Jax pour the chocolate mixture into a baking pan. “Your birthday cake is thirty minutes away, birthday girl.” He gives me a sexy ass smirk and I melt looking at them both.
“Did you at least remember to heat up the oven first?”
“Oops.” He grins and turns around. “I forgot.”
Lucy ditches the cake in favor of licking the wooden spoon. Her face is covered in a mountain of chocolate. I get up from my chair and rush to her side before she eats the whole batter.
“Jeez, you guys, all this mess for one cake? Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Dada!” She calls out to Jax with her tiny fingers.
“No. Wash up first,” I tell her, but she clings to the stool and refuses to leave.
“It’s okay. I’ll take her.”
I watch him pick Lucy up, much to her delight. She claps her hands as he carries her to the nearby guest bathroom. My daughter is head over heels for him too. He’s the only one allowed to read her a bedtime story now.
I clean up the mess they left behind and put the cake in the oven. Sue’s the one who did the shopping for my kitchen appliances. Her eye for detail and interior design experience made her the perfect partner for my townhouse project. She was able to finish redecorating and furnishing it in less than a month. She also took it upon herself to baby-proof all the rooms.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Jax says from behind me. I can never get used to his deep, sexy voice. It makes me feel butterflies every single time.
He wraps his strong arms around my waist and rocks me back and forth. “I’ve been thinking about inviting Sue over for dinner so you two can get to know each other.”
“Babe, your best friend hates my guts. She’s been avoiding me ever since you moved here.”
“She does not hate you,” I argue. “She thinks your bad boy reputation’s going to hurt me is all.”
“Same thing.” He insists.
I turn around to face him and link our fingers together. “Please promise me you’ll at least try to change her mind. I want us all to be one big happy family.”
“Redheads are not really my type.” He winks. “Besides, polyamory is so 2008.”
“Very funny. Just so you know, Sue’s not into men if you catch my drift.”
“Oh.” His silver eyes widen at my words.
“Yep. She came out of the closet years ago.”
“Good to know.” He grins devilishly, and I can almost predict what he’s about to say next. “So, have the two of you ever k...”
I quickly raise a hand to shut him up. “No. Sorry to disappoint your inner horny teenager, but Sue and I are sisters. We’ve always loved each other as sisters. And we’ll always remain sisters. No matter what.”
He wraps his fingers around my wrist and licks the inside of my palm. His tongue sends delicious shivers down my spine. “Where’s Lucy?”
“She wanted to take a nap, so I put her in that small bed I found in the playroom.”
“My baby has you wrapped around her little finger.” I tease him.
“Yeah, and I’m wrapped around yours.” He sucks my middle finger into his mouth and my panties become instantly wet. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Jax. You’re not getting any until you finish making me that cake.”
He slides my finger out of his mouth and raises an amused eyebrow in return. “Why? What more does it need? Lucy and I stuffed it with a fuckload of chocolate.”
“You still need to decorate it with icing.”
“Oh hell no.”
“Today’s my birthday. You will do as I say.”
He takes a step forward and traps me against the sink. “You put the C in cock-tease.” He remarks, his mercury eyes twinkling playfully. “Why the fuck are you laughing? Do you want me to spank you?”
I laugh my ass off and he ends up chasing me around the airy kitchen, down the long corridor, and into the laundry room. Seeing this light-hearted, playful side of Jax is a rare occurrence. It takes him quite a while to relax and let go. “Your empty threats are piling up, Knight.” I tease him.
He lunges at me and hauls me over his muscular shoulder like I weigh nothing. “I love you Vivian.” He kisses my neck and I melt.
“I love you too Jax.”
“Birthday girl or not, you’ll still get spanked.”
“Spank!!!”
Lucy’s shrill voice echoes down the hallway. Jax freezes and so do I. “Oh shit.”
“Spank, spank, spank!” My daughter jumps up and down.
Jax lets go of me and turns around. We both exchange glances as she repeats the same word over and over again. She must have somehow heard us talking and decided to cancel her nap. My kid is one sneaky, clever cupcake.
“Great. Now everyone in daycare will learn that word.”
We try to make Lucy forget the inappropriate word by distracting her with sugar. I show Jax how to make icing and we use food coloring to make rainbow shades for the cake. Lucy sits in her high chair with a book about cupcakes. She looks at the pictures with innocent fascination and giggles every time Jax calls her baby cake. She now wants us to decorate her with icing.
“No, baby. You are not a real cake.” I laugh. “Icing is for my birthday cake.” I enunciate.
We use a frosting spatula to spread it evenly on top of the cake. Jax is enjoying this to the maximum. He fills up the piping bag again with a different colored frosting and finishes the rest of the cake on his own. In the meantime, I help myself to a fresh mug of coffee and sit down at the kitchen table to watch him work his icing magic. He’s really good with his hands, in more ways than one. I spot my phone next to Lucy’s juice bottle, so I pick it up and check my email. There’s a notification message from CCB Law reminding me to stop by the office to sign that NDA paper. I was way too busy to pay them a visit, but now I have no more excuses left for not going.