The Suit (The Bro Series Book 3)

by Xavier Neal

  Her nails claw at my back as she breathlessly calls out, “Pax.”

  Another groan is given, and I thoroughly increase my speed. Ryann’s moans grow in volume with every pump of my cock. Each turbulent thrust becomes more ruthless, more dedicated than the last to prove that this is my pussy. My love. Her hips buck forward equally anxious to catch every harsh pound given. Our movements are so tempestuous the chair scrapes back and forth against the floor. The slick heat laves my dick, luring it to come without proof of her own orgasm on the horizon. I grit my teeth and drive into her harder, refusing to surrender the tantalizing temptation. It isn’t long before the ache in my jaw matches the one in my nuts. Her body takes brutal bump after bump against the back of the bar chair. She whimpers through the pain and quietly begs for more as she digs the heels of her feet into my back. My head falls forward, and we struggle to intertwine our tongues between the frantic plunges. Ryann’s fingers skid my skin just as new waves of wetness seep down my balls. The trickle tips me over the edge, thankfully, at the same time it does her. She drops her bottom lip to start screaming, and I cover her mouth with mine to swallow it. Vibrations pour down my throat while I pump every last drop of my cum deep into her pussy. My sweltering surges smash against hers, knocking us both into the next realm of rapture. Together, we work through our shudders and swirl our tongues around one another’s until our heads are spinning.

  I carefully remove my cock but promptly replace it with my fingers. Ryann arches forward on a sharp gasp as I push them in deeper. “Tu mi appartieni.”

  And she does belong to me.

  Inside and out.

  Just like I belong to her.

  Chapter 17

  Warm breath hits my ear. “Remember, don’t scream, Buttercup…”

  The reminder is proceeded with his hard cock roughly ripping me in two. Instinctively, I bite down on his solid shoulder to cry out against his smooth skin instead. Pax grumbles at the thrill my bite never fails to ignite and rocks into me faster. His mouth inches over to latch onto mine while his hand glides itself tenderly down my leg. Our tongues tangle as he tucks the limb over his shoulder. We groan in unison at the new depth achieved, and my body bows off the bed from the intensity. In one swift, flawless movement, he relocates the other leg to match its counterpart, positions himself on his knees, and anchors his fingertips to my thighs. Pax begins to savagely tug my body to his, bottoming out on each pound. His balls slap loudly against the sticky flesh in an erotic tandem to our choppy breathing. My slick muscles mercilessly constrict around his cock, and I clench my teeth to keep the screams confined.

  Last thing we need is another morning where Hattie barrels into the room in a panic. Pax had blue balls that entire day and made sure I had trouble walking the next one.

  Pax releases his hold of one of my legs and gives my clit a tiny pop. More screams battle for freedom in my throat while my pussy threatens to come prematurely. Certain that I can hold out for longer, I fist the sheets for leverage and screw my eyes shut to focus on something else.

  Anything else.

  Anything other than the heavenly way it feels to have his dick determined to carve out a climax.

  Anything other than the blissful state of mind I reach when he’s attesting his ownership over my body.

  My heart.

  My soul.

  Another tap lands on my swollen clit, and I know I’m nothing more than an unstable, ticking time bomb. Each sting could be the one to detonate me, yet the uncertainty of which it will be only escalates the excitement. Pax’s swats increase in celerity and severity until I’m withering uncontrollably on his cock. The friction becomes too much for too long, and I attempt to slide my hand to my clit to give it the pleasure it deserves. He groans his displeasure with my decision. My hand receives a sharp slap seconds before he pinches the nub, shattering me into a mindless, moaning mess. He abandons my other leg to catch the new cries in his hand. I scream at the top of my lungs against his palm, but he holds the pressure of his pinch as well as his thrusts steady. Regardless of the fact, I can’t see how close he is, I can sense it. His breathing begins to betray him. His balls noticeably draw up. His mumbled swears in English become his proud praises in Italian. Just when my pussy prepares to protest any more pushes, his orgasm floods inside, deliciously searing the overworked muscles. He shakes with enough momentum it causes the headboard to knock against the wall.

  “Mom!” Hattie’s tiny voice shouts from what sounds like the living room. “Dad!”

  A wicked smirk spreads across my face as our eyes meet and his hand drops. “This time it’s your fault she heard us.”

  He lightly chuckles and glides himself out. “Yeah, but at least we both got to finish.”

  I start to snap back when there’s a jiggle of the door knob. “Mom?”

  “Give me one sec, Princess.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fantastic,” I breathlessly say, watching Pax’s ass slip into the bathroom.

  And all things considered, I really am.

  Hattie’s hospital visit changed everything. I decided my pride was not worth my child’s life. Pax more or less officially moved in Thanksgiving night. Hattie made him swear he’d never not come home again and he did, in front of his parents and mine. We tucked her into our bed together that night. Read her stories. Told her how much we loved her and promised everything would be alright. We enjoyed dessert, wine, and cigars on the patio, but once Pax’s parents departed, we switched gears. Bart explained how Pax had informed him of the situation the night before and that became the moment everything went full steam ahead. Dan was fired and replaced with Charles Crews who has been a Godsend. He started working on my case the moment Bart called with the little information he had then worked through it with an unpredicted vigor. He agreed with Pax’s decision to have restraining orders filed for all of us, which prompted him to file for an emergency mediation for the welfare of my life and Hattie’s. The emergency motion took Jesse’s attorney by surprise as did the restraining orders. His visitation has been suspended and an investigation into Hattie’s medical incident began almost immediately. Our mediation for custody, which was deemed urgent, meant Jesse’s attorney couldn’t prolong it like he has in the past, is in a few hours and for the first time in years I’m not nervous. I’m confident. I’ve got great council on my side. A huge family of support. And a man who would move mountains to protect us. Even if I somehow “lose”, I’ll never lose.

  Not again.

  Jesse has taken so much from me, but I won’t let him take another moment of mine or my daughter’s happiness.

  After Pax, Hattie, and I are all showered and dressed for the day, Pax decides we should stop at Loca Mocha Casabloca for hot chocolate. Inside, he asks me to grab him their peppermint blend while he takes a phone call, insisting it can’t wait. Hattie orders The Ultimate Marshmallow, innocently giggling when the barista asks would she like a marshmallow to munch during her wait. I request two of Pax’s choice, deciding to live a little.

  Try more things.

  Enjoy all different types of adventures.

  Like the loud print dress I wore to dinner last night that had heads turning.

  Hattie and I move off to the waiting side of the shop where a couple other customers are lingering.

  She fidgets with the decorative buttons on her red sweater. “Why didn’t I go to school today?”

  “Dad thought you might like to spend the day with Grandma and Grandpa. Have an extra-long weekend.”

  And as the man I consider her father, I listened to his opinion. His reasoning. It seemed sweet and with it being so close to winter break, the days are primarily filled with pointless winter activities and mentally checked out teachers. He knew how stressful the mediation would be on us and thought having Hattie easier to grab from my parents than school might come in handy in case of the worst case scenario. She’ll be easier to console after a day being spoiled by her grandparents than having spent the
day at school.

  “Did you know Grandpa’s pool is heated?” She brags looking up at me. “That means I can swim even in the winter.”

  “You cannot swim in the winter,” I argue.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I said so.”

  Her face scrunches. “Because why?”

  “Because you could get hypothermia.”

  “What’s hypothermia?”

  “Like freezing to death.”

  She dramatically gasps loud enough to collect unwanted attention. “I don’t wanna freeze to death!”

  I suppress the urge to smile at her adorable antics.

  “Order for Ryann!”

  Shaking my head, I cross over to the pickup area, prepared to grab our beverages. However, when I arrive there is an open ring box sitting in the middle of the drink carrier. I’ve barely managed to point before the barista tips her chin over my shoulder.

  Slowly, I turn around to see Pax down on one knee and a nervous expression lingering on his face. He does what he always does when doubt appears. He bulldozes past it. Pax takes my hand into his and asks, “Marry me?”

  The straight to the point proposal is perfect. I promptly nod, which receives a round of applause for the onlookers. “Yes!” He plants a warm kiss on the back of my hand yet remains in the position. Pax extends his free palm for Hattie to take, and she joyfully bounces over.

  “Hattie Pattie, can I keep being your dad forever and ever?”

  She rapidly nods and sits down on his knee like a chair. “And I want a baby sister.”

  Everyone in the building laughs, including us.

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  “Two, but definitely at least one. No brothers. Absolutely no brothers.”

  More laughter bounces around the room.

  Hattie gives him a kiss on the cheek, and he wiggles a Hello Kitty charm bracelet around her wrist. She immediately pops up to show it off to me. Once he’s back on his feet, he slides the ring onto my unsteady hand and crushes his mouth to mine, igniting another round of clapping.

  We take our drinks, complimentary doughnuts, and head for my mother’s home. She confesses he asked for her blessing and knowing he went the extra step only makes everything more extraordinary. Unfortunately, our celebrating is put on hold due to our meeting, but Bart promises to take us all out to dinner and make a few calls to start arranging an engagement party at The Frost Luxury Hotel.

  Our ride to Crews’ firm, where the mediation is happening, is primarily filled with my gushing. I take the welcomed distraction from what lies ahead and inquire about everything any normal woman would ask. When did he know? How long had he been planning it? Who helped pick out the ring?

  By the time we’re arriving for the meeting, my spirit is higher than ever and a small part of me knows exactly why he picked the moment he did.

  To eradicate the lingering fears.

  To overpower the doubt.

  To prove he really is in this with me and Hattie for better or for worse.

  Fuck, I hope it’s not for worse.

  Charles provides us with a warm welcome the moment we step through his doors, “Happy Friday, lovebirds.”

  Pax wraps his arms around my waist. “Bart called?”

  He chuckles. “Immediately.”

  “He’s like a high school girl,” I snicker.

  “You should’ve seen him when he got engaged to Lucy. He called. Texted. Sent out memos. I thought for sure I’d see an internet pop up declaring their love by the end of the day.”

  We lightly laugh together.

  He motions his hand for us to follow him down the hall. “Now, no one has arrived yet other than security, which is on the premises at all times and will be in the room with us as well. There have been cases in the past where…violence has ensued, and I would not want either party or myself in danger.”

  The words kindle new fear.

  Would Jesse really attack us during mediation?

  “I do want to take a moment to go over a few basics.” We enter the conference room and sit where we’re instructed. “Mediation will begin as it always does. We will have an opening, separate to start negotiations, and then hopefully an agreed upon settlement at which point we will all gather back in this room with the mediator. I need you both to know, regardless of what is said or what you hear, you are not to speak unless I have given you permission to do so, understand?”

  We quickly nod.

  “Good. Same for your facial responses. Everything should be completely blank. If you feel yourself having an emotional or irrational response to something that is said, take a drink of water or reach for each other’s hand on the table.”

  The tip seems helpful and has me asking, “Anything else?”

  He cocks a crooked grin. “Try not to gawk as I work my magic.”

  His arrogance would be disgusting if it weren’t true.

  Bart and Pax both vouched for him and his impeccable track record. Most cases he finds himself involved with are adoptions. Like Pax, most of his clientele is wealthy, but he, also like my fiancé, enjoys helping those who need a higher hand in harder situations.

  Shortly after Charles finishes his speech, the mediator, Belinda, is escorted in by security that positions himself in the corner behind her.

  When Jesse and his attorney, Terrance Sax, enter the room, I swear they bring in a blast of the winter air with them.

  Jesse sneers at the sight of the mediator. “A fucking woman? Really? Isn’t that bias or some bullshit?”

  “Jesse,” Terrance barks. “You will be respectful regardless of the mediator’s gender.”

  He gags again demonstrating his prejudice for the situation.

  “Please, remind your client to behave in a court appropriate manner,” Belinda chastises.

  “Yes, Your Honour.”

  “Your Honour?” Jesse bites. “You’re not a judge.”

  “Retired,” the older woman explains politely. “And I prefer to conduct my mediations with a similar level of respect young man since it is a lawful matter.”

  The urge to smile brightly grows.

  We’ve never had a retired judge during these things. It’s always just been a mediator. We’ve also never had a woman, either. Perhaps things are looking up?

  Jesse refrains from rolling his eyes yet glares when they finally land on Pax. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

  “Mr. Davidson!” Belinda snaps. “What did I just say?”

  “Our apologies, Your Honour,” Terrance apologizes on their behalf. “My client is just…distraught by the unexpected additional member of Miss Young’s party. Is it actually necessary that he’s here?”

  I have to literally bite my tongue to refrain from speaking.

  “Mr. Rossi is not only Miss Young’s fiancé, he has been granted temporary legal guardianship over Hattie Young at this time.”

  He grumps, drops down in the seat across from me. “You’re fucking engaged?!”

  His rage seems to please Charles like it plays directly into whatever it is he has in motion.

  Mind games of attorneys…

  Terrifying.

  “Calm down,” Terrance hisses. “And get yourself together.”

  “Calm down?!” Jesse barks, alerting security to take a defensive position. “I’m not gonna fucking calm down! Some spic monster is about to try and marry the mother of my child, and you just want me to sit silently by like a little bitch?”

  I cut a glance at Pax to see if the racial slur has rattled him in the slightest.

  It hasn’t.

  And given that it was the wrong one, has me wondering if perhaps he’s just amused at how dumb Jesse truly is or how rattled we’ve made him without saying a word.

  “Mr. Davidson, do you need to be reminded yet again you are in a legal setting?” Belinda scolds.

  “You have to behave like this is a court setting,” Terrance commands at a lower volume.

  “He has temporary custod
y of my kid!?”

  “Guardianship,” Terrance corrects. “As in the right to help make decisions for her health, safety, or other issues if her mother isn’t capable of it, which she clearly is, or she wouldn’t be sitting directly across from you. And temporary is the word to remember, Jesse. Temporary.”

  Jesse devilishly grins. “Like their engagement.”