Brother's Best Friend for Christmas: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Amy Brent

  I could hear Wesley panting as he tried to gain his composure. I could feel his cock pulsing against me, begging to spill forth its own offering just so it could experience the release it so desperately desired. I felt my ass cheeks being spread, Wesley’s hands massaging them as he spread them for his own desires.

  Then, I felt his thumb slowly penetrate my asshole before he began to move his hips.

  “Holy shit, Wes,” I groaned. “That feels so fucking good.”

  He rolled his hips into mine and plunged deeper than I ever thought possible. His cock filled me in all the right ways, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. With every snap of his hips against mine, I lurched across the floor. My hands were useless, my arms trembling with exhaustion as I tried to buck back into him. I wrapped my feet around his calves, trying to hang onto anything I could feel, but all I cared about was feeling him come deep within my body.

  He crooked his thumb, pumping it slowly as his hips picked up the pace. I could feel Wesley’s sweat dripping onto my skin, pooling in the dip of the small of my back while Wesley pounded into my pussy. My walls began to swell again, my abs beginning to tremble with weariness, and I honestly wasn’t sure if I could come again. I knew my body wanted to. I could feel it gobbling down Wesley’s cock. I knew my mind wanted nothing more than to take, take, take.

  But I didn’t know if I had anything else left to give.

  “Wesley. I can’t. I just—oh, fuck. Don’t stop. Yes, please stop. No. Yes. Fuck. I don’t know. I don’t. I just—oh, Wes!”

  My body was screaming, and my mind was confused. His dick was splitting me in half while his thumb pressed deeper into my asshole. My body shook with its electricity and my tits burned with desire. My clit pulsed painfully, swelling to exponential proportions while my juices flooded down my thighs. His balls smacked my clit, causing my body to jolt as I began to moan into the pillow, and all at once, I collapsed into the floor.

  I laid there at the mercy of Wesley’s body, his hands clamping down onto me as his hips finally began to stutter. His balls smacked against my clit, throbbing my pussy walls and pulling from me that which I didn’t think I could give anymore. In an instant, as the building of that tension began to skyrocket, I shot up from the floor just as Wesley ripped his thumb from my ass. My back pressed into his chest as my hand flew to his hair, and I tilted my head off to the side before he dipped his lips down to capture mine in one last kiss.

  We swallowed each other’s groans as I felt Wesley still deep inside of me. My trembling muscles caused him to wrap his arms around me, holding me tightly to his body while his cock pumped stream after stream of thick come into the swells of my body. We panted with one another, covered in sweat and come, as we shook on our knees, and it wasn’t until the two of us were done jolting with our orgasms that we collapsed to the carpet.

  We heaved for air around us, tainted with sex and debauchery of the highest forms. I felt him oozing out of every hole I had on my lower body, tickling my skin as a lopsided smile crossed my face. I had nothing else left to give, except my muscles that were randomly twitching from exhaustion. But the moment Wesley slung his arm around my body and pulled me close, I knew he was done for as well.

  “Holy shit,” he whispered.

  “You’re fucking telling me,” I said, giggling.

  “Have dinner with me on Wednesday. Here. No work. No business. Just the two of us.”

  “Wesley, I can’t,” I said. “What I’ve been doing with you during this business transaction alone is enough to get me into trouble with the board.”

  “The paperwork’s already done,” he said. “Once we can gather it off the floor, you’ll take it and finalize everything. You could submit it tomorrow, and then come Wednesday. We won’t even be in the middle of a business transaction any longer, right?”

  He technically had a point, but my mind had turned to mush. I knew if I could gather myself long enough, stall him while I took a few more deep breaths, I could find a professional way out of this scenario. I knew if I thought long enough about it, I could find a way to wiggle myself out of having dinner with him, without him batting an eyelash.

  But besides the fact that my brain felt like it was slowly turning into soup, I wasn’t honestly sure I wanted to turn him down.

  “I’ll cook us a nice lemon salmon,” he said. “Maybe a rice pilaf and some steamed broccoli. A pie for dessert?”

  “You cook and you bake?” I asked, smirking. “Wow. Lucky me.”

  “Lucky you if you come Wednesday.” He nuzzled against my ear, and I shivered at his touch. Even in my exhausted state, just the slightest twinge of his breath upon my ear was enough to make me cave to him again.

  I had no fucking clue how I was going to get myself out of this mess.

  “Just dinner on Wednesday?” I asked.

  “I can’t promise all that,” he said, chuckling. “But I can promise the food will be good and that we’ll enjoy each other’s company.”

  “It does sound nice,” I said.

  “Very nice. I could throw in a nice massage, or we could go for a walk on the beach.”

  “Oh, a walk on the beach sounds nice. I’ll come prepared.”

  “So, is that a yes?” he asked.

  “I guess it is,” I said, smiling.

  “Perfect. Dinner and then a nice, long walk on the beach.”

  “Assuming I can get these papers processed before then,” I said. “It’s not appropriate to engage in that kind of behavior when a deal is still going on.”

  “Oh, but this was?” he asked.

  “You’re treading on thin ice, Mr. Fox. Be careful.”

  “All right, all right. Let me gather those papers so you can be on your way.”

  I found myself cold when he peeled his body from the floor, and I took a second to gather myself. I was treading in territory I’d never be able to pull back from, but I was no longer in control of my own mindset. Wesley had fed me a drug I was officially hooked on, and the only hope I had of ever being released from it was to nail his balls to the wall.

  Nail his balls to the wall.

  Destiny’s voice began to ring out in the back of my mind. I slipped back into my clothes as Destiny’s voice rang louder and louder, and by the time Wesley came back with the papers, his naked body no longer distracted me.

  If I came Wednesday, then I could scope out his home. In the meantime, I’d go back to my office and figure out just how many cons he’d run on women. I’d dig up everything I possibly could so that when a lawyer served him with papers, there would be no chance of me running into him unless I visited him in prison.

  Nail his balls to the wall.

  “See you Wednesday evening,” he said, grinning.

  “See you then, Mr. Fox.”

  Chapter 13

  Wesley

  I walked into work with a little pep in my step. I had woken up and salivated over how Olivia’s body felt underneath my fingertips. But my cock raged to life when I could smell her still permeating the lower half of my home as I ate breakfast. Every time I looked over at that couch, my mind began to whirl with the events of yesterday. I was already looking forward to tomorrow evening and hoped our dinner would bring more fun adventures.

  Maybe on the edge of the water, underneath the moonlight.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” Chad asked.

  “What the fuck do you mean?” I asked. “I’m smiling, dude!”

  “I know,” Chad said. “That shit never happens. What’s going on?”

  “You remember that woman who came looking for me the other day?” I asked.

  “Silk dress? Long brown hair? Wanting to buy that property or some shit?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “Get this. I went to high school with her.”

  Chad nodded. “No shit, dude. Really? She seemed pretty intent on finding you. What happened?”

  “Well, I took her to see the property, like she asked,” I said. “She’s interested in buyin
g it, and in the meantime, we’re having a bit of delayed fun.”

  “What the hell does delayed fun mean?” Chad asked.

  “I tried for months in high school to get in that woman’s pants,” I said. “I licked her pussy, and she sucked my cock. I tried all that romantic shit. But nothing. Now? She’s all over me. She’s fucking intoxicating.”

  “I can see that,” Chad said. “You aware you’ve got bite marks all along your neck?”

  “Oh, shit,” I said, my hand flying to my neck. “Are they bad?”

  “Yeah, they’re pretty glaring,” he said. “If you’re gonna keep up that shit with her, you might wanna ask her how concealer works. This is still a place of business.”

  “It’s a cabana on the beach, Chad.”

  “Yeah, and I own it,” he said. “No obvious love marks while at work. Part of the reason I do so much damn business is because you flirt with all the lonely, middle-aged women. They come here and spend hundreds of dollars a day just to hang out with you. Cover that shit up and put on that game face, dude. It’s time to make some money.”

  “But seriously,” I said as I clocked in. “She’s amazing. Wild as hell in the sack. Has multiple orgasms. Easy to please. And that pussy tastes divine.”

  “I haven’t heard you be this descriptive since that one woman last year. The one with the red hair and the body full of freckles?”

  “Oh, and I sank my tongue into every last one of them,” I said, grinning.

  “Now, is she just buying your building and screwing you on the side? Or are you two actually dating?”

  That stopped me for a second, and I had to consider my answer. “Not really sure. She’s supposed to be processing the paperwork today and then coming over tomorrow night for dinner. Business won’t be available for us to talk about because it’ll all be wrapped up, so we might just see what kind of mischief we can get up to on the beach.”

  “Remind me not to walk anywhere near that way tomorrow night,” Chad said.

  I began to wipe down my edge of the bar before I started placing syrups next to me. I polished a few glasses and cut up a few wedges of lime, and by the time I was done setting up my station, I was ready for action. The sooner I could get off work today, the sooner I could grocery shopping for all the ingredients I would need for tomorrow. If I was lucky, Chad would let me off just before midnight, and I could hit the grocery store in town just as they were closing.

  Chad tapped me on the shoulder. “Wesley, to your right. That older woman you hit on last week’s back.”

  I turned my head and saw the woman approach the bar. She waved lightly at me, her smile gleaming white. I remembered her, the one with the supple skin and the body that hadn’t been marred yet by plastic surgery. But suddenly, I wasn’t all that interested. Her laugh lines I’d found endearing just indented her skin, detracting from the smoothness I could be running my hands down. Her breasts, hanging a little lower than normal, simply reminded me of the beautiful, perky tits I’d had in my mouth yesterday.

  She waved some money in my direction before she nodded to a colorful drink someone was having, so I took my time making it for her. I made sure everything was just right to give myself some time to figure out how to let her down easily. There was only one woman occupying my mind right now, and I still wasn’t too sure her scent wasn’t following me around. The ocean breeze kicked up off the ocean, rustling the older woman’s hair around her face, but the moment I turned to take her the drink I’d created, all I could do was think about how her hair reminded me of Olivia’s.

  “A cranberry martini for the lovely lady,” I said, smiling.

  “I see you’ve been getting a bit of sun,” the lady said. “That tan looks very nice on you.”

  “I try the best I can when it comes to what the ladies love.”

  “I was wondering when you’d be back around here,” she said. “Figured you might’ve quit on me or something.”

  “A beautiful woman like you could never chase me off,” I said.

  “I was wondering what time you got off tonight,” she asked.

  “I actually just clocked in,” I said. “I won’t be off until closer to midnight tonight.”

  “How would you feel if a certain someone came back to see you later on?”

  My eyes danced over to the woman’s, and I couldn’t help but feel a tug of guilt. She had a beautiful set of brown eyes, with hair she’d had recently highlighted, but I couldn’t rid my mind of Olivia. Everything about this woman that I once enjoyed was now simply compared to Olivia, and this woman didn’t measure up. The woman’s eyes didn’t quite shine like Olivia’s, and her skin wasn’t quite as smooth. Her lips weren’t as plump, and her tits weren’t quite as perky. I thought she was a beautiful woman, just like I had last week, but there just wasn’t that spark I’d felt then.

  “Would you like to accompany me to a table?” I asked.

  “I would love the private audience,” she said, grinning.

  I threw my rag over my shoulder before I escorted the woman over to a table in the corner. I pulled out her chair for her before I sat across the way, and her hand slowly slid over to mine before my eyes flickered up to meet hers.

  “I want to start off by apologizing,” I said.

  “For what?” the woman asked, grinning. “This smooth skin? I quite like it.”

  “No,” I said, snickering. “I want to apologize because something has changed.”

  “Oh? And what’s that?”

  “Between our wonderfully romantic encounter and now, I’ve met someone,” I said.

  “Ah,” she said, pulling her hand back.

  “I wanted to tell you in person, when I caught you, that was. You’re a beautiful woman. A vibrant woman who hasn’t yet been pulled into the volatile scene of Malibu’s plastic surgery group. And you shouldn’t allow yourself to fall prey to it.”

  “Uh huh,” she said.

  “You’re no less beautiful than when I met you last week,” I said. “I just…”

  The woman panned her gaze back over to me while I stared off over her shoulder. A goofy smile slowly spread over my face, and that was when the woman began to soften toward me. I was trying to let her down easy. To make sure Chad’s paying clientele still came by to visit me. Breaking a woman’s heart or pissing her off by thinking she was played was not a way to get people into my bar.

  But the woman interrupted my thoughts with a much softer tone to her voice.

  “It sounds like she’s wonderful.”

  “She is,” I said, grinning. “She’s full of life and absolutely intoxicating. I can’t really explain it, I guess.”

  “It sounds like you’re in love,” the woman said as she wiggled her eyebrows.

  “Not even in the slightest,” I said firmly. “But she’s wonderful to be around, and I’ll take that for now.”

  “Oh, come on,” she said. “You were just daydreaming about her! You’re probably sitting here, running your eyes over me, and thinking about all the things I possess that remind you of her. Right?”

  I was stunned that she could even pinpoint such a thing, and I watched as she threw her head back in laughter.

  “When love strikes, it’s all the same,” she said.

  “But I’m not in love with her,” I insisted.

  “Whether you want to believe it or not, that doesn’t matter. What matters is what your heart has already decided. And I’ll tell you one thing. She’s a lucky woman. You’re very handsome, and I’m sure she’s running those fingertips of hers all over your back.”

  I shuddered at the memory before the woman patted my hand again. She slipped me the twenty-dollar bill she’d been waving at me earlier, and the feeling underneath the palm of my hand ripped me from my memories.

  “Keep the change,” she said. “You’ll need it to take her out on all those dates she deserves for putting up with you.”

  With a wink, the woman slid off her chair and meandered back into the crowd. I couldn’t be i
n love with Olivia. That shit didn’t happen to me. I chuckled and sat back in my chair, crossing my arms across my chest. I wasn’t fucking in love with anyone. Women were absolute bullshit, and my mother had proven that to me. My father was a piece of shit who’d left the two of us high and dry, and she drank herself into oblivion instead of stepping up and raising her son like she should have.

  Instead of throwing her excess love into her son, she’d thrown that shit into booze. Women were absolutely fuck ups, and just because they had a nice set of tits or a tight-ass pussy didn’t make them any different from one another.

  Still, I sat there for fifteen minutes, reminiscing on my meet-ups with Olivia. How her body writhed for me. How her sounds felt against my ears. How our banter back and forth showed her strong mind and her sharp wit. I thought about her curves and the way she confidently held herself, having no mercy and taking no prisoners in her wake, while she gobbled down what she wanted.

  Olivia was very different from the girl I enjoyed in high school, but I still enjoyed her all the same.

  “I’m not fucking in love,” I said.

  “Well, I’m glad you got that shit figured out. Now, get back to work.”

  I jumped off my chair and stumbled to my feet. Chad was behind me, gathering up glasses, but the smirk on my face told me I’d been sitting there a hell of a lot longer than he would’ve enjoyed. Chad shook his head before he headed back to the bar, and I was hot on his heels.