The Strand Brothers Series: Complete Set

by Lora Ann

  His brow cocked. “You did hire me to protect her.”

  “True that. But I’m not blind, bro, there’s some serious chemistry between you and her.”

  “Yup.”

  “Annnnnnnnd?”

  “And what? Not like I can’t keep my dick in my pants.”

  I threw my head back and laughed. Dumbshit had no clue what he was up against. He shot me a what-the-fuck look. I explained, “If she’s anything like her twin sister, timmmm…berrrrrr.”

  “Ah, shit!” he grumbled.

  “I can lie to you if you’d like.” I cocked my head to the side.

  “No sense in that, man. I already see the fucking writing on the wall,” he affirmed.

  “Feel ya, brother.”

  “Yup. I’m sure you do.” He stood and offered to help me up.

  As we turned off the lights and headed out of the home gym, I declared, “It’s one hell of a ride to fall for a Kincaid lady.” I clapped him on the back. “Not one you’ll ever want off.”

  He grew serious. “She has some demons to deal with.”

  “Don’t we all? Give her time, Tar.”

  “Roger that,” he replied, walking towards the front door.

  “See you day after tomorrow,” I called out.

  “Count on it, E,” he confirmed.

  I watched the door close behind him and thought, ‘Buckle up, buddy. You’re in for a bumpy ride.’

  Chapter Eight

  Lacey

  The idea of one more appointment with another person regarding our wedding and I was going to lose it. Why, oh why, hadn’t I hired a wedding coordinator? Oh yeah, I remembered, because stupid me thought it would make it more special, more meaningful if I did this on my own. Goodness, I was an idiot! Maybe Keeley was right, what I needed was a great orgasm. E and I had been so busy recently that there really hadn’t been any alone time. Yes, kept us from breaking our contract but also made us grouchy and unpleasant to be around. We’d snapped at each other more in the last two weeks than we ever had in our entire relationship. Unacceptable. More I thought about it, the more I realized my sister was on to something. Add that on top of the last “lesson” Renée had given, and I was one hot mess. Right, seduction was priority number one. I actually wanted some older songs for this particular evening. E was mine. About time I showed him just what that meant to me.

  I had the penthouse arranged and decorated sultrily. Everything screamed sexy from the Ylang Ylang essential oil, soy candles I’d chosen, to the songs on the playlist. Even the food I selected was all dip and share, along with an excellent Bordeaux. I had ramped up the erotic and prayed we stuck to our contract and didn’t cross the line we agreed to. I chose a long, deep red elegant nightgown of the finest silk. The material alone had my nipples begging for more. Pulling on the matching peignoir, I stepped into the love nest—a.k.a. living room—and waited for E. Thanks to Lady Luck being on my side, the wait was short lived. He entered, pausing with his eyes directly on me, and slowly took in my attire. How could a look alone cause my womb to tense? My clitoris throbbed just from watching him watch me. Would that ever wear off? Lord I hoped not!

  “You are stunning,” he apprised, approaching me.

  He stood before me in dark jeans and black t-shirt that enveloped his muscles like a lover. Damn, I was jealous of cotton fabric. Yeah, time to remedy this feeling of disconnectedness. I bent over the table I’d set up and dipped my finger in the pot of chocolate, bringing my hand up to his mouth. “Open for me, baby,” I purred. He latched onto my finger as his wicked tongue wreaked havoc on the pad and his teeth scraped along the sensitive flesh, bringing a moan from me. A hand latched onto my waist and pulled me forward as he proceeded to stake his claim mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, swallowing each and every cry that escaped me. “Even,” I panted.

  “Fuck, sweetness, I know.” With control I couldn’t begin to fathom, he stepped back from me, taking in the whole set up I had laid out. “Niiiiiice,” he praised, reaching for a glass of the red wine. “Excellent choice.” His eyes locked on mine with such intensity I blushed. “This was a wonderful idea, Lacey.”

  “Thank you.” My voice sounded shy to my own ears.

  “Ah hell, baby. When you go all innocent virgin on me, do you know what it does?”

  My bottom lip was caught between my teeth as I looked down. He took my hand and placed it on his amazing erection. The hard steel trapped behind denim begging—no, demanding—to be released. My fingernails were tap dancing along the tines of the zipper as the voice in my head commanded, Free the animal and let him ravage you. This time my gaze met his with lust. “I want you.”

  “Same for me, Lacey.” He swallowed hard. “But if I do anything right now, I won’t be able to stop. Please,” he implored.

  That pulled me out of the grips of the lustful beast like nothing else could. Unable to speak, I nodded and sat down on the enormous fuzzy pillows I’d purchased for the occasion. He sat across from me and began inspecting the food displayed in front of him. A crooked grin appeared. I finally found my voice. “What?” I quirked a brow at him.

  “Everything is a finger food.”

  “Yes. I thought we could,” again I blushed and closed my eyes, “feed each other.”

  “Oh, søta, I’m going to do more than feed you.”

  I blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what exactly he meant. “But…this is my seduction,” I pouted.

  “Was,” he shrugged arrogantly and leaned back, getting comfortable. His eyes were on me in a new way as he sipped the wine.

  I tilted my head, studying what was different. Shaking my head from the disconcerted thoughts, I offered, “Would you like to try the fondue?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Never would I’ve imagined feeding one another could be such a sensual experience. By the time we had finished, I was on the verge of climaxing. Sade’s “No Ordinary Love” began playing as E stood and offered his hand to me. “Dance with me, Lacey.”

  We started moving to the sultry tune in perfect sync. Our heights making the rhythmic motions rub in all the right locations. I’d only thought I was aroused before. His hands slowly roved over my body, tormenting me. He eased the robe off my shoulders and turned me facing away. From behind me, he moved his hips and erection against my backside. All the while his hands caressed across my flat stomach, traveling upwards. The silk was already stimulating. But once his hands were on my breasts, it became something far more erotic. With gentle strokes, his fingers teased my nipples until they were taut and aching. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and breathed, “Please, E,” across his jaw.

  He moved his hands down to my waist and gathered the material. The nightgown slid up my body as cool air replaced it, causing a torture like no other. He lifted it up and over my head. With a sweep of his leg across mine, I went down on a surprised gasp. His arm darted out to brace my fall, and that was when it registered: Even was back! There was no holding in the tears as I turned over and glanced up at him poised above me. “What’s wrong?” Concern knitted his brow as I traced the line, along with the rest of his handsome face.

  Resting my finger against his parted lips, I replied, “It worked. You’ve fully recovered.”

  He chuckled low. “Not completely, but I should be by the wedding.”

  “It’s only a week away.”

  “Yes, and by then I will be one hundred percent.”

  I latched my arms around his neck. “Oh, E!” I peppered kisses everywhere I could reach before landing on his mouth. What started as elation morphed into something darker, deeper, as he took control. Using the gown, he quickly tied my wrists and then lifted the table so the leg held them in place once he lowered it. How the contents that were still on said table hadn’t spilled showed his balance had returned, as well as his strength. Silently I offered up, Thank you, God. Thank you so, so much.

  A gleam lit his eyes as he observed what was left on the table. He reached for one of the pots a
nd pulled it to the edge, dipping his finger inside. Chocolate covered him as he swirled it around my breast and followed the trail with his tongue. “Oh my…God,” I panted out. On the other side, he repeated the action. The deep sucking on my nipples brought me right to the edge. Yet he refused to let me fall over, easing back to caress my body with his eyes as he undressed. He grabbed the robe and instructed, “Bend your knees for me, sweetness.” Once I had my heels against my bottom, he tied the peignoir around one ankle and the sash around the other. Anchoring them to chairs, he tugged my feet towards him some. After positioning me, he brought the pot of chocolate over and poured. Every place the sugary treat touched, so did his mouth. I was a writhing mess by the time E came up for air. He took a strawberry and began to rub it all over the still wet spots he’d just tasted. Placing the berry in my belly button, he bit into it. Juice flooded out and dripped down his chin as he moved up my body. He brought his mouth to mine and shared the rest of the strawberry with me, nipping at my lips before letting me lick along his jaw. Above me, he braced on his elbows as I opened my legs to give him a comfortable place to rest his body against. He groaned when his cock fell against my wet heat, inviting him in. One long slide along my slit before he went to his knees, shoving my legs as far apart as possible and up closer to my butt. I was wide open to his ravenous gaze.

  He placed the bowl of strawberries next to him, picking one up and biting it in half. The cool juice fell onto my inner thighs as he put each half on my nipples. Satisfied with that, he acquired another huge berry and inserted it partly into my more than ready opening. The next one he bit into and let the juice coat all around my folds before placing part of it on my clitoris. The other half was still in his mouth when he kissed me again, sharing the sweet treat. With his tongue he began a slow and torturous trek, devouring the berries off my erect peaks. His teeth scraping sent me into shudders. Just before release hit, he would back off. I actually growled my frustration. The low, dark chuckle that greeted me was against my innermost thigh, causing all sorts of sensations. When he nibbled at the berry on my clit, I knew this was it. Thought wrong. He took the strawberry off of my oh-so-sensitive spot without letting me come. “I can’t believe you won’t let me orgasm,” I gasped out.

  He untied my ankles from each chair and commanded, “Bring your legs together.”

  Either he forgot about the very large berry still inside me, or he absolutely meant to cause my inner walls to grip at it. I moaned out as he turned me over, ensuring a pillow was under my torso. Wasn’t until he popped my rear that I realized it was up in the air. He kissed the cheek he’d just stung. “Lick,” I panted, “Me…please.”

  “Fuck baby, beg more. Tell me where you want my tongue.”

  All my inhibitions were gone as I replied, “My butthole.”

  With another strawberry, he traced my crack before breaking it and let the juice trickle. He placed half of it into my ass and rubbed the coolness of the other part against my aching clit. Convinced at any second I would come just from all these new sensations dancing along my private parts. He then proceeded to devour the berry in my ass, tonguing me until every last drop was consumed. My legs were spread wide when he nestled his head underneath me, consuming the fruit that had been teasing my canal for quite some time. The sucking as he drew it out of my body made me grind against his face, bringing my clitoris in direct contact with his nose. His finger went to my back hole as his arm locked my hips into place. E feasted on my sex as I ground against him while he fingered my ass. I came hard as he continued to draw more from me. My whole body quaked as I cried out his name, over and over.

  Slow licks and nibbles accompanied my journey back to earth. Working his way out from under me, he kissed each vertebra and traveled up. I could feel his throbbing cock against my bottom. He fisted my hair and tilted my head to the side, feasting on my mouth. “No,” he whispered. “I can’t take you there either. Not yet.”

  He released my wrists, but still held my head firmly. “Open your mouth wide, søta.” He slid his dick inside and pumped only a couple of times before cum coated the back of my throat. After pulling himself out of my mouth, he helped me to my knees then turned me to face him. We continued kissing recklessly until it was time to stop before we couldn’t. The taste of us and strawberries on my tongue was something I didn’t think could ever be forgotten. Not to mention, I could never look at the sweet red berry again without recalling one of the most erotic moments of my life. Holy. Wow.

  Chapter Nine

  E

  Wasn’t the first time I’d ever played with food. But damn, it was the first time I’d ever come so hard from watching the erotic show. Show it was. Bravo! My beautiful bride-to-be! Just the images of her gorgeous body arched in utter abandon had me hard again. Come on, E, you can wait just one more week. If I had to ice my dick, then so be it. I stepped into a cold shower thinking of algebraic equations to keep my libido in check. Yet when I deciphered X equals what number, my mind went gutter level. Fuck a duck. Math was not supposed to have that effect on me. Though I knew it was all Lacey. I could still taste her sweetness on my tongue mixed with strawberries. My balls began to ache as I envisioned her licking and sucking me.

  “E,” Lacey purred, “Can I join you?”

  My eyes still closed, I answered, “Yes.”

  The door to the shower opened and I startled. Holy shit. I thought it’d been a dream. She squealed, “It’s freezing!”

  “Hang on a sec and let me warm it up for you.”

  The steam began to billow as she joined me under the heat of the spray. I grabbed the shampoo, which smelled just like apples—a scent I always associated with her—and poured it in her unbelievably long hair. It reached the dimples above her tight ass. Visions of taking her that way consumed me as I massaged her head and lathered. Her, “Hmm, that feels so good,” was not helping my situation. She pivoted and gasped when her thigh rubbed against my erection.

  “He’s happy to see you,” I chuckled, trying my damnedest to get myself under control.

  She stroked my length. “I’m more than happy to see you, too.”

  Her eyes met mine with intensity as she commanded, “Sit on the left seat.”

  Ah hell, I loved it when she took control like this. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She sat on the right one and took my hand, squirting the shampoo into it. “Grab your cock at the base.” I did as she directed, loving this side of her more and more. “Now, slide your hand to the head. Back down and squeeze a little as you do it.” I groaned as she continued, “With your other hand cup your balls. Massage them as you look at me. Now.”

  Lacey had her heels up on the seat and her knees parted as wide as they could go. She lightly tapped her clit with her finger. With the other hand, she had her nipple caught between her thumb and forefinger. “Holy fuck. That’s hotter than hell,” I rasped as my speed increased on my dick.

  She responded with, “Yes, E, show me exactly what it is I do to you.”

  “Ten-four,” I replied as she circled her hot spot before inserting her finger inside. I was about to tell her what to do next, but hello, my girl needed no instructions on how to bring her own pleasure. The hand that had been on her breast joined the other at her sex. As she pumped two fingers in and out, her clit was being tormented by her other fingers. “You are sexy as fuck,” I growled. “Come for me.”

  She locked those smoldering sapphire eyes on mine. “You first.”

  There was no holding back my deep chuckle. I increased my speed and groaned out, “Challenge accepted,” while jacking off for her. My balls tightened before seizing her gaze with mine as I came. Right on the cusp herself, I fell to my knees and latched on to her pussy. She exploded on my tongue like a delicacy. “So fucking sweet,” I spoke right against her trembling clit, triggering another release. Her fingers were still inside herself while the other hand was fisting my hair. I pulled those fingers free of her canal and sucked them. When Lacey’s nails raked my scalp, I fo
ught with all that was in me not to slam her against the shower wall and fuck her senseless. Nothing I wanted more than to spend the day in bed making love to every part of her again and again. After we washed one another and wrapped in towels, I softly commanded, “Sit. Please.”

  A little smile was on her lips as she took a seat on the vanity stool. I ran a comb through her beautiful hair, admiring how it looked like a raven’s wing when wet. She softly moaned as I continued to pamper her. Grabbing the hairdryer, I made sure to use the big brush and thoroughly dried each strand. Her tear filled eyes met mine. “Only my sister has ever done that for me. And not for many years.”

  I knelt down and laid my head in her lap, wrapping my arms around her waist. “You deserve to be cared for, Lacey. I can be difficult. Demanding. Hard to tolerate. But you own me. Every single part.” I lifted my head and moved my hands to her face, zeroing in eye to eye. “I’m so fucking in love with you. And I will do my damnedest to make sure you know just how much every single moment of every day. You are mine. Forever and always.”

  “Oh Even, I feel the same. Bound to you in every possible way.”

  On the verge of breaking my promise, the doorbell was the only thing that brought me to my senses. Saved by the bell. Lacey dressed quickly and turned, kissing me hard and fast before leaving the bathroom. Her squeal of delight could be heard across the penthouse, along with an excited, “Mom!”

  Shaking my head, I put my clothes on. Of course it was her mother who would ensure I didn’t break my vow with Lacey or God. I might have been slightly peeved at that but was also grateful. I entered the kitchen and kissed my future mother-in-law on the cheek. “Hello, Mom.” She hugged me hard. “Hi, Son.”

  Lacey handed me a protein shake. With a chaste kiss, I announced, “See you lovely ladies later.”

  Mrs. Kincaid called out, “Take care, E.”