“Motherfuckingsonofawhore.” I grumble.
“Is Brynna single?” Mark asks Will.
“Keep your fucking hands off her,” I growl at him before I know what’s coming out of my mouth.
“Hey,” he holds his hands up in surrender and laughs. “It was just an innocent question.”
As the girls all quietly gossip and occasionally look our way, giving away the fact that they are most likely talking about us, Matt leans in and murmurs quietly, “What are you doing, man?”
“Don’t worry about it,” I respond and shake my head.
“You need to think long and hard about this. Brynna is special.”
“You think I don’t know that?” I laugh humorlessly and shake my head again, then look my older brother square in the eye. “She deserves much more than anything I can give her.”
“I didn’t say that.” Matt’s hands and jaw clench in frustration. “Just think about it before you start something.”
I nod and look back over to the beautiful, tall woman laughing and nodding with Meg and Sam.
I would kill for her.
And her girls.
And not just because of the situation she’s in.
God help me.
Suddenly, the girls are singing and dancing about the kitchen, catching all of our attention. They are a blur of arms and hair and bodies moving with the music, all about a girl asking who made someone the king of anything.
I don’t know the song, but all of the girls seem to, as they know every single word.
Almost as though we’re one person, all of us stand and gather in a semi-circle, watching our girls, all of us with those stupid grins back on our faces.
These women are incredible.
When the song ends, we applaud loudly, whistling and cat-calling, and the women laugh as they bow deeply, if a bit wobbly.
“Encore!” Mark yells out. “With less clothes. Except you, Sam, keep your shit on.”
“We’re a one-song show, guys. Sorry.” Sam laughs.
The guys gather their women one at a time, making noise about it being late and needing to get home.
Our parents are babysitting all of the kids tonight, but it is getting late, and I need to make my late-night check of the house. I glance over to Brynna to find her watching me with wide, brown eyes. I hold my hand out for her, and she hesitantly joins me, linking her fingers through my own.
“Ready?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah.”
“We’re out too,” I announce as we make our goodbyes. Matt catches my gaze and raises a brow, gesturing down to our linked hands.
I pull Brynna toward the door and flip him off behind my back, earning a belly laugh from my brother.
Brynna and the girls live in Natalie’s old house, just up the street from where Nat and Luke live now in the Alki neighborhood of Seattle. The drive is short, and quiet.
“I don’t know why you’re mad,” I murmur, breaking the silence. “You got off.”
To my utter shock, she reaches over the console and grips my cock firmly in her palm. “I’d be happy to return the favor, but you keep telling me no.”
I pluck her hand off my crotch and return it to her own lap.
“The answer is going to stay no, Brynna.”
“Fine.” She raises her chin, but I can see a shimmer of a tear in her eye and my gut clenches. “I refuse to beg for sex ever again.”
I pull up to her house and throw the car into park.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m going to take a shower.” She slams out of my car and walks swiftly up to the house.
“I haven’t checked…”
“Fuck it!” She turns back to me, her face furious, and then shakes her head, unlocks the door and steps inside. “It’s fine. I need a shower. Stay away from me for a while, Caleb.”
She disappears inside. I know I should chase after her, but I need a break. I take a deep breath of the crisp winter air and walk around the house, satisfied when all seems normal, and then go inside. I make my way around the house, checking locks and windows, and work my way upstairs. The girls’ room is quiet and too still without them in their beds.
They’ve been gone for five damn hours and I already miss them.
What are they all doing to me?
Entering into the master bedroom, I can hear the shower running in the bathroom, and am surprised to hear Brynna singing.
I walk silently to the doorway and lean my shoulder against the jam, cross my arms and listen to her sweet, slightly off-key voice. The shower has glass doors, gone foggy from the steamy shower. I can see her body through the blurry glass, see her lean back and let the water run over her hair, her ass and breasts pushed out, and my dick is officially the hardest it’s ever been in my life.
“I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning. There’s no one here to save.”
Oh, sweetheart. Someone is definitely drowning.
Me.
Chapter Five
~Brynna~
What is wrong with him?
What is wrong with me?
I just don’t buy the whole, “You’re too close to my family and I have to protect you” line he keeps giving me.
If he doesn’t want me, he needs to just grow a pair and say so. I don’t need his pity orgasms.
As I finish shaving one leg, I pause and stare at the tile.
Is that what it was in Luke’s office? A pity orgasm? ‘Cause if that’s the case, I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
Finishing the other leg, I rinse and lean back to wash my hair, absentmindedly humming.
Maybe I should just insist that he go. I can protect the girls, and I’m sure I could go stay with my parents if need be.
Although, if we really are in danger, I will do whatever it takes to make sure the danger stays as far away from them as possible.
Maybe Matt would come stay.
Just as I rinse the last of the soap from my hair, the glass door to the shower is flung open, and I’m pushed against the tile, Caleb pressed against me, still dressed.
He holds my face in his hands, panting, eyes on fire and looks like he’s waging his own private war inside.
It tears my heart out.
“Caleb,” I murmur and run my fingers through his hair as he slowly closes his eyes. “You’re getting wet.”
“Don’t care.” He leans his forehead against mine, his hands glide from my face to my shoulders and down to cup my breasts, his thumbs brush over my nipples and I moan long and low.
“You’re confusing me,” I whisper and tilt my head back as his teeth scrape along my neck.
“Me too,” he whispers back, then plants his lips on my ear and whispers, “but I want you, Brynna. I can’t stop it.”
“Stop trying,” I urge him and try to tug the heavy, wet t-shirt off his back but he suddenly drops to his knees and pulls my leg up over his shoulder. I gasp and lean one hand against the adjacent wall to steady myself.
“Can’t get enough of this,” he murmurs against me and suddenly that talented mouth is sucking and pulling at my center and the world explodes in stars.
“Who knew that could feel so damn good?”
He stops and looks up at me, his face wet and dripping and incredulous.
“No one has ever done this to you before?”
I bite my lip and shake my head shyly.
His eyes clench closed and when he opens them, they’re focused on my pussy.
“Your pussy is so beautiful, Bryn. I can’t stop licking it.” And just like that he leans in and runs his tongue from between my labia, up over my clit and back down again. “You are delicious.”
“I want to taste you,” I mutter and reach for him, but he pulls my hands into his and pins them to the wall at my hips.
“Later.”
“Caleb,” I pout, and feel him grin against my center.
“You can taste me later.” He kisses my inner thigh, leaving bite marks as
he does. “Love your legs. You have the longest fucking legs I’ve ever seen.”
“Too long,” I mutter and squeal when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Perfect,” he corrects me and kisses up my body to my nipples, pulling and worshiping them with his tongue. “And Sam’s right you know. You have amazing tits.”
My giggle turns into a groan when he sinks a finger into me, my leg still propped on his forearm, keeping me open wide to him.
If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I will lose my damn mind.
“Take your clothes off,” I demand, but am met with deaf ears as he continues to assault my pussy with his hand and my breasts with his mouth. A warm pressure sets up camp at the base of my spine as I feel the orgasm build, just like it did earlier in Luke’s office.
I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life.
“Oh damn,” I moan and thrust my pelvis harder against his hand. “Caleb!”
“Yes, baby, give it up.”
I come apart as he sucks a nipple into his mouth hard and presses a second finger in to join the first. The only thing I hear is the pounding of my heart in my ears and the rush of blood leaving my head. We are both panting and needy, clinging onto each other.
“More,” he growls and begins pumping those fingers in and out of me harder, faster, sending me directly into another long orgasm, making me scream out his name.
He pulls back and stands, shuts off the water and peels the wet clingy clothes off his hard body. When he turns to grab towels, I see a tattoo on his left shoulder blade, and another high on his right bicep.
And when he turns back to me, his cock is long and full, standing at full attention. I lick my lips at the idea of getting my hands, and lips, on his beautiful dick.
Every inch of him is just plain amazing.
He brusquely runs a towel over himself, wiping most of the water away, and then pulls me out of the shower and wraps me gently in a long bath blanket, running his hands up and down my body, letting the thick material soak up the water before he tosses it aside, lifts me in his arms, and sets off toward the bedroom.
“Round two.” He smiles widely, his amazing dimples creasing in his cheeks and I kiss his cheek, inhaling his musky, male scent.
“My turn to drive you crazy?” I ask.
“Not yet.” He kisses my forehead and lays me gently in the middle of the bed.
“Caleb,” I catch his hand in mine and kiss his knuckles, brushing over tiny white scars with my thumb. “I seriously think it’s your turn to get off.”
“Brynna,” he murmurs and settles himself between my thighs, his naked pelvis resting against my own, and brushes wet strands of hair away from my face. “Watching you come is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He grins as I gasp.
“Trust me, I’m getting off on getting you off. We have all night. The kids won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, right?”
“Yeah,” I nod.
“Let’s enjoy each other, baby.”
His voice is thick and hot with lust, and his eyes are bright as they stare into my own. How did I ever doubt that he wants me? It’s written all over that incredible face of his.
“I do enjoy you,” I tell him with a grin and run my fingertips down his back to his ass. “And your ass.”
“My ass?” He asks with a laugh.
“Oh yeah, you have a great ass.” The muscles flex under my palms as he lifts and begins to slide down my body.
“I’m glad you approve.” He winks at me and sits back on his heels, dragging his hand from my sternum, down my cleavage to my belly. His face sobers as he watches himself touch me. “Your skin is so soft.”
“As you can see, I have post-baby body,” I inform him and smile when his eyes meet mine.
“Don’t tell me you’re self conscious.”
“No,” I wave him off and enjoy the way he’s taking me in. “It is what it is. I had two babies in here.” I rest my hands on my belly. “It took a toll. My body won’t ever be what it was before them, but I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.”
“Don’t cover yourself.” He pulls my hands off my belly and kisses them both and then leans down and plants sweet kisses over my stomach and down to my pubis. “Your long body is sexy, Bryn. I love how tall you are.”
I grin down at him. “I love how tall you are. It means I can wear heels when I’m around you and you’re still taller than me.”
“I fucking love it when you wear heels,” he growls and settles down the bed so he can play with my pussy. “They make your legs look ten miles long.”
“Caleb, if you go down on me again right now, my body will implode. I really want you inside me.”
He ignores me, kissing the insides of my thighs and nuzzling my lips with his nose, making me squirm.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
“Well?” I ask but sigh when he shoves his hands under my ass and tilts my pelvis up, giving him better access to me.
“Brynna,” he whispers against my core, making my pussy clench.
“What?”
“Give me just one more, baby. One more time.”
He leans in close and pulls my lips into his mouth, hollows his cheeks and sucks gently, pushes his tongue inside me, always pulling my hips forward and harder against his face.
It’s un-freaking-believable.
Suddenly, my thigh and stomach muscles begin to shake uncontrollably. I grip the sheets at my hips in my fists and plant my heels on his back, pushing my pussy against him harder as I come apart at the seams.
He lazily kisses my inner thighs, my hips and up to my breasts, where he pulls the nipples through his lips, leaving them hard and puckered. Finally, he climbs his way up to rest on his elbows beside my head and brushes his knuckles down my cheeks.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs.
“I don’t think okay is the word,” I respond with a grin and kiss him lightly.
“Better than okay?” he asks with a cocked eyebrow.
“Only one thing would make me feel better,” I murmur against his lips just before he sinks down for a long, wet kiss.
“What?” he asks when he finally pulls away.
“What what?” I ask, my brain completely fried.
“What would make you feel better, baby?” He asks with a chuckle.
A slow smile spreads across my lips as I circle my hips, nudging his cock with my pubis. “I think you already know.”
“How long has it been for you, Bryn?” He pulls back and watches my face intently.
“Four years, seven months,” I whisper and drop my eyes to his Adams apple, unable to meet his gaze.
“Look at me.”
I shake my head no.
“Hey, baby, look at me.” His voice is gentle and when I lift my eyes to his, they’re possessive and hot.
Really fucking hot.
“You haven’t had sex since you and Jeff divorced.” It’s not a question.
I nod.
“Damn,” he whispers and kisses my forehead, down to my eyes and then my cheeks. “Bryn, I’m clean. I promise. I don’t want a barrier between us. I’ve wanted you for far too long, forever it feels like, and I just want to feel you.”
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper against his lips and grin as I circle my hips again and he pulls back until the blunt head of his dick pushes against my entrance, and then slowly, inch-by-inch, he fills me.
“Holy Mary mother of God,” he moans and stares down at me in awe. “You are so fucking tight.”
“You are so fucking big,” I counter.
“Am I hurting you?” He asks with a frown.
“No,” I shake my head and glide my hands down his back to his ass and back up again.
“I have to move,” he groans and begins to slowly push and pull inside me, allowing my body to adjust to him. “Wrap those amazing legs around me.”
I comply, linking my ankles behind his back and wrap my
arms around his neck, cradling him close. I love having his weight on me. I love feeling his breath against my neck. I love the way he smells and the noises he makes, like he just can’t get enough of me.
“Oh, God,” I murmur as he picks up the tempo and runs one big hand down my side to grip my hip and hold me steady as he begins to ride me hard.
Nothing has ever felt so damn good.
Reaching between us, I push my hand down to where we’re joined and can feel the root of him as he disappears inside me, then slip my fingers up to circle around my clit.
“Oh, fuck yes, touch yourself,” he mutters, watching my fingers make small circles around my nub. “God that’s hot.”
“Caleb,” I gasp and tilt my pelvis. “Oh God, I’m gonna…”
“Yes, baby. Go on.” He kisses me hard, his tongue slips between my lips to dance with my own and I feel that now-familiar pull low in my belly as my muscles clench around him and I buck beneath him, calling out as I fall over the edge.
“Brynna,” Caleb whispers hoarsely as he buries his face in my neck and comes inside me, shuddering with his own climax.
After long minutes of laying like this, with Caleb still inside me, our breathing calms and he pulls out of me, rolls away and pushes my hair off my face as he says, “Stay here.”
He walks into the bathroom, and I hear water running, and he comes back into the bedroom with a wet cloth and a towel.
“I can clean myself up,” I remind him dryly.
“I know,” he replies but continues to slowly clean between my legs, then dries me off.
“Can you please hand me my tank and yoga pants?” I ask.
“I prefer you naked,” he frowns.
“I live in a house with two six-year-olds,” I remind him with a smirk. “They jump into bed with me at the drop of a dime. No one sleeps naked around here.”
“They aren’t here,” he reminds me and slides into the bed beside me as he pulls the covers up over us. “So maybe tonight can be an exception.”
“Do you always get everything you want?” I ask and wrap a leg over his hip as I get closer to him.
“No,” he shakes his head sadly, but before I can ask him to explain himself further, he smiles softly at me and kisses my lips gently. “But being here with you, naked and warm, is pretty awesome.”
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