Shaking my head, I pour her a glass of red wine. “On the house.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a hand with sharp fingernails moving toward my wrist so, I quickly avoid her grip and move to the end of the bar. Levi laughs and Gretchen looks nervous.
“Everything okay, here?”
“I was going to ask you that,” Levi smirks. “You legged it over here as though your jeans were on fire.”
“Very funny. I wasn’t talking to you.” I lean toward Gretchen, wrap a hand in her long hair and bring her toward me. “I wasn’t aware that I was staring in her direction until she came over and pointed it out.” I brush a soft kiss across her lips. “I got lost in thought thinking about…things.”
“I believe you.”
“But?”
“She’s stunning.”
Incredulous, I move out from behind the bar while quickly unfastening the apron, which I push it into Levi’s chest. “Take over for me. Back soon.”
I grab Gretchen’s hand and drag her down the hallway and into my office. The moment the door is locked, I push her forward over my desk, flipping the skirt of her dress up over her round ass. The black thong she wears is soaked as I pull it down her legs, forcing her to step out of it.
Making quick work of my zipper, I take my cock in hand and press the length between the cheeks of her ass. My hand's cup and squeeze her butt, pressing her flesh together, giving me friction as I rock my hips.
Gretchen uses her hands to push up slightly from the desk, and my view over her shoulder and down between her tits is superb. However, I nearly fucking come all over her lower back when she unzips the front of the dress and her tits spill out.
“This is going to be the quickest quickie,” I hiss, align my dick and slide home in one hard thrust. I freeze. So, fucking good. Then— “Fuck me! No condom. Oh, fuck! Don’t move. Don’t even squeeze me because I’ll come. Fuck!”
“Ryan,” she gasps, moaning loudly. “Come inside me. I’m on birth control. Don’t stop.” I cup her tits and start pinching and rolling her nipples. I hammer my cock in her wet heat, pull on the silver piercing, which drives me out of my mind. My dick jerks so fucking hard, and when Gretchen pulses tightly around me during her release, I squirt a long stream of semen. The stuff just pumps into her and I never want to stop. The pleasure unravels me as I’m on my toes, trying to get deeper. With each small twitch of her pussy, I spill more, rocking my hips in the warmth.
Entirely spent, I collapse on top of her, pushing her face-first into the desk. “I’ll move. Give me a minute.” I pant, my hands squeezing her breasts.
“I like having your weight on me. Your hands on my breasts,” she comments. “You’re getting hard again.”
“I can’t help it. I’m too fucking excited being inside you without a condom.” I pull out and help her to face me with her butt on the edge of my desk. Her red hair hangs in disarray around her face and she looks like she’s just had the best fucking of her life. Not that I’m going to tell her that.
Too distracted looking at how fucked she is, I’m only aware she’s moved when a small hand wraps around my cock. Her thumb rubs over the head before she puts me at her opening. “I want you again.”
She wiggles, trying to get me inside of her, which I accommodate by shoving my hips forward. Her eyes roll as she lies down on my desk.
“I’m never going to be able to work on this desk again. You know that, right? All I’ll see is you naked, offering me your pussy.”
Arching, she clamps around my flesh, her tits heaving. I’ve only just come, but my release is building in my balls at the sexy nymph.
“Fuck me, Ryan.” She trails a hand over her tit and tugs on the silver, moving her hand lower and lower.
I can’t move my eyes from that hand and swallow my tongue when she starts playing with her little clit.
“Don’t stop doing that,” I hiss, gathering her in my arms and clamping my mouth over her tit. My tongue tickles and tugs on that piece of silver, which drives me insane and she blows apart—her orgasm triggering my own. I spill into her in sync with the tight convulsions wrapping around me.
Panting, I lie her back down and follow her, my face between her tits while I try and catch a breath.
“What was I doing before you turned my head?”
Her hands caress my head while she laughs. “I think you were serving bar.”
“I don’t think I can walk.”
“That’s my line considering how wide my legs are spread.”
“I push myself up and give her a sated grin. “You can spread your legs anytime you want for me.”
Sliding free of her body, I wince when semen follows my dick.
“I’m covered in it, right?”
My eyes follow a trail of semen running down between the cheeks of her ass as it dangles for a moment and then drops to the floor. “You are.”
“You don’t need to sound so pleased with yourself.”
“It’s hot as fuck.” I yank my t-shirt over my head and use it to clean her up, taking my time. She watches me through narrowed lids as I make sure she’s dry before I wipe up the drop on the floor. Unable to help myself with her pussy in my face, I lean closer and press a kiss on her clit.
“Oh God,” she wiggles. “Too sensitive.” One last kiss and I stand, helping Gretchen to do the same. “I can’t believe how you only have to look at me and I’m wet,” she mumbles, distracted with putting herself together. “And when you touch me, my nipples throb and my pussy aches.”
“Are you trying to get yourself fucked again?” I hiss the question through clenched teeth. “Because I have to tell you, I’m not sure how the hell I’m going to finish working tonight knowing that.”
Smirking, she moves closer and cups my substantial package, squeezing in a way that means business. “I’ll wait upstairs for you,” she whispers into my ear, nibbling my lobe. “I’ll be naked in your bed.”
“Fuck!”
Chuckling, she walks out of the office while I’m left standing in the room like a fucking teenager with my cock so hard, I could pound nails.
Something has to give, though. We can’t go on fucking like bunnies. We can’t be together without my dick being inside her tight little pussy. Snapping my eyes shut, I know I’m screwed, and it’s only just hit me.
I’m in a serious fucking relationship. There is nothing to panic about. I’m a grown-ass man at twenty-eight. I’m the only one in my family who doesn’t have a significant other, so why the fuck is my heart about to beat out of my chest with panic? Gretchen is beautiful on the inside and out and…and I’m in love with her.
Oh. My. God!
How the hell did that happen?
Stop being an idiot.
I wipe my sweaty palms down the leg of my jeans and move to grab a clean black t-shirt, dropping the other in my gym bag. Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I exhale a shuddering breath and head back to work.
Rob gives me a knowing glance and Levi is busy kissing face with a dark-haired girl. At least I can avoid one of the two or I can keep my head down and avoid both.
Gretchen is the only girl for me, that is all I know. I just need to figure everything else out because the thought of marriage and kids scares me to death. However, we’ve only been together a week even though it was four years in the making.
No need to panic.
Eleven
The McKenzie Men
Sebastian stalked into Kenza, where his nephew’s bachelor party was taking place. He looked around. Found his brothers. And headed straight toward them. They’d already claimed the large round booth nearest to the bar. He shook his head. Apart from getting older, the dynamics were the same. However, Noah had been part of the brothers since he’d met Ramon. Also, Sebastian’s son-in-law—he still hadn’t gotten used to referring to Derek, who was nearly as old as he was, in that way—and his brother, Michael’s, son-in-law, Garrett, tended to join them.
He’d never seen that com
ing. His daughter, Madison, was head over heels in love with Derek, so who was he to complain? All he ever wanted for his daughter was to find a man who cherished her. She had in Derek. Didn’t mean Sebastian didn’t wince every time he heard the man referred to as his son-in-law. Made him feel twenty years older.
Lucien, his oldest brother, sat nursing an Irish whiskey, his eyes on him. Sebastian grinned and shoved his brother over to make room. “So”—he met each one in the eye—“I think we need to embarrass our kids and give them the condom talk.”
Ruben choked on his drink while Garrett and Tanner gave him a confused look.
Sebastian explained, “As the boys reached the age of fifteen, we gave them the ‘sex’ talk and showed them how to put a condom on a banana.” He grinned. “At least there were no accidental pregnancies while they were still at school.”
“Jaxon was still at school,” Ruben added, about his son.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “He’d finished, so knocking Poppy up doesn’t count.”
“They loved that talk,” Lucien commented, dryly.
“What about the girls?” Derek asked.
Ruben groaned and dropped his face into his hands. Lucien chuckled. Ramon snorted while taking a drink. Noah hit him on the back. And Sebastian was bursting to tell Garrett about his wife, but he glanced at Michael first. That did it. It took a lot to embarrass his brother but remembering giving Sirena the birds and the bees talk, did it every damn time.
“The girls got the talk”—Sebastian smirked—“however, Sirena, so we discovered, had done her own research.” He shook his head and met Garrett’s frown. “Before you get the wrong idea,” he added. “She’d known the talk was coming, so had used her father’s computer to find everything out for herself, her aim, to embarrass us.”
“Don’t remind me,” Michael moaned. “Her search history can never be unseen.”
Garrett laughed, relaxing. “Do I want to know?”
“I’m never repeating it.” Michael lowered his voice. “Lily thought it was hilarious, as did my brothers.”
“Sirena asked questions,” Lucien told Garrett. “Lots of questions about, um, certain parts of the male anatomy.”
Ramon grinned. “As Michael is her father, we did the right thing and sat back and watched him squirm while he tried to come up with answers.”
“I did offer to answer her questions, being an expert on the male anatomy, but I got scowled at by her father,” Noah added with a wink at Ramon.
Sebastian bust a nut laughing. “Michael sweated and finally told her to ask her mother…I still think we should have recorded it.”
“Bastards! The lot of you,” Michael grumbled.
Derek cleared his throat, “Do I want to know how Madison reacted to such a talk?”
Ramon grinned at Sebastian before he said, “Madison and Olivia had the talk together. Olivia sat there, looking bored while staring at her father, who squirmed. Right, Lucien?”
“I remember,” Lucien drawled. “Madison went bright red the moment her father said penis.” He smirked at Sebastian, who shook his head in remembered horror.
“The moment we finished talking, they quickly got up and left the room.” Michael laughed. “All we heard the moment the door closed was the two of them screaming laughing. They’d planned the whole damn thing.”
“Hell”—Garrett winced—“I can’t imagine giving one of those talks to my son or daughter. I shudder at the thought.”
“Their grandpa sounds like an expert, send them to him,” Derek laughed.
Michael winced. “I can do without that.”
Sebastian stood and cast his eyes over the younger generation before he turned to his brother, Ruben. “I’m sure you have some bananas around here, right?”
Ruben’s eyes popped. “Sit down, Sebastian.”
“Please,” Lucien begged. “Sit down and have a drink.”
Rob, the assistant manager of Kenza, placed Sebastian’s drink on the table in front of him.
“If you insist.” Sebastian took a long sip of the caramel-colored liquid he’d always favored—the finest single malt Bowmore.
Ruben looked at Sebastian warily and rightly so because anything involving his younger brother could get their wives hot and bothered, and not necessarily in a good way. “Are we safe from the sex talk now?”
Sitting back in the booth, Sebastian grinned. “You are.”
A roar of laughter drew their attention toward the younger generation, where they stood around catching up. It was good for them to be able to hang out together now that they were older with wives—and some of them with families—of their own. Sebastian thought it was especially nice to have Levi in the thick of things with the others.
“Is it a good idea to let Sebastian sit quietly?” Lucien, commented.
Sebastian cast his eyes over his brother. “How much of that Irish whiskey have you been drinking?”
“Enough to know you’re thinking about something, and that has me worried. Tonight, of all nights, I do not want to be in trouble with my wife.”
“I didn’t come up with anything other than the condom talk, but as that was voted against, I’m sitting here being thankful for everything I have. Everything we have.” He sighed. “When I was their age, I never thought I’d have what I do today.” He looked around the room before meeting the gaze of each one of his brothers. “We need a toast.”
Standing, Sebastian put two fingers into his mouth and whistled to get the attention of the men in the room.
“I’ve been told I have to behave myself tonight because my brothers all want sex with their wives,” he grinned, and added, “me included.”
“Dad, I feel sick,” Dylan moaned.
“Me too,” Ryan added.
“Grow up boys!” Sebastian winked at Dylan. “I just wanted to say how proud we are of our sons and the men you’ve become. A special mention to the men who have taken on our daughters, we thank you.”
As he expected, laughter erupted throughout the room, and once it had quieted, Ruben stood. “Let’s raise our glasses.” Ruben held his glass up. “To my youngest son, Jaxon, on the eve of your wedding.”
“Jaxon!”
Twelve
Ryan
When Rob delivers a round of drinks, I grin. “Go and pour yourself a drink of my uncle’s Bowmore and join us.”
His eyes widen. “Really?”
“Go, before I change my mind.”
He’s back within minutes. “Thanks, boss.”
“You’re welcome. You’re off the clock now. They want anything else to drink, they know where it is.” I clunk my glass with his and Levi joins in.
“You do realize that we are the only three bachelors in the room,” Levi observes.
“Dylan,” I mumble. “Dylan and Jenna are engaged, not married.”
Levi rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
I do know what he means except, I have Gretchen now, and the funny thing is, only Levi and Rob know about her. “Can you two not mention Gretchen to my family,” I ask quietly. “I’m taking her to the wedding tomorrow so that will be soon enough.”
“Sure,” Levi agrees. “I’ll keep her company tomorrow while you do your best man duty.”
Frowning, I turn to him. “Why are you offering to look after my girl?”
“Stop being a jealous asshole. She’s going to be out of her depth with all the McKenzies around, plus it’s been a while since I was around everyone.”
Gretchen is going to be nervous in the family gathering and I’m surprised to hear that Levi will be too. Instead of teasing him about it, I’m grateful. “Thank you. I’m sure she’ll be happy for the company.”
Rob snorts. “Since when did you get all proper.”
“I’m turning over a new leaf,” I say as Rob disappears behind the bar.
He sits back down a minute later and takes the bottle of Bowmore from behind his back. “Refill, anyone?”
“Uncle Seb is not going to
be happy,” Levi mumbles, having another glass of the amber liquid.
“He’s driving so will only have the one glass.” I sit back and just enjoy watching my family together.
There are a lot us, so when we are together it gets noisy and we have been known to get competitive—the girls being more so on occasion. It actually feels strange them not being around tonight. I thought with Poppy not being able to stay awake in the evening that something would have been arranged for us all during the day. However, from what I heard Poppy was insistent that Jaxon had his bachelor party, so of course, I offered Kenza. It’s working out well, because everyone is having fun just being together.
Time passes quickly while I’m drinking the single malt with Levi and Rob, and it isn’t until I try and get to my feet that I realize I may have had a bit too much whisky.
“Fuck!” I slam into Rob who laughs. “When did everyone leave?”
Levi speaks. “Do you have him, Rob?”
“Yes. I’ll get him upstairs and lock up.”
Rob, I think it is, wraps an arm around my waist. “You’re drunk, boss. I’m going to help you upstairs to your girl.”
“She’s hot.” I sigh. “Sweet. Sexy. Pierced.” I grin.
“She’s pierced? Where?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Fucking hell! How much whisky did I drink?
“Forget I mentioned anything.”
“You got it, Ryan.” The asshole laughs.
“You’re not going to forget it?”
“No. But I’m hoping you’ll forget you told me.”
“Fucker!”
“He’s drunk? How did that happen?” Gretchen asks and for some reason I find her questions funny.
“Shut up, Ryan,” Rob chuckles. “Shove him in the shower and he’ll sober up.”
I swing the door shut in his face and hear him shout. “Thank you, Rob. How’d you like a pay rise? Thanks boss, I accept.”
“I’m not that drunk,” I shout back, and turn to a giggling Gretchen.
“Bathroom.” She takes my hand and leads the way.
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