Leah reached under the spare pillow and pulled out her trusty vibrator.
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Marc raised his eyebrows and looked at the purple oblong object that Leah waved around. What the hell was she going to do with that?
She was straddling his waist with her hot, wet pussy on top of his very erect cock. She turned the knob on the bottom and her vibrator came to life.
“We’re going to use that on you, right?” He just wanted clarification to be sure.
“Why? Are you afraid I may use it in you?”
The “in” part was what worried him. Not that he wasn’t into trying something new, but doing so in his parents’ house might not be the best time.
He was just making lame excuses.
“Don’t worry, it’s for me. I guess you’ve never had anal play done on you?”
“You have?”
“Of course.” The silly in her answer was silent. Of course, silly. I’ve had plenty of anal sex. But seriously, that sounded both hot and promising to Marc.
“No, I’ve never been the recipient.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Apparently not.
“We’ll get a beginner’s vibrating anal plug and go slow.”
“Hey, that hole is an output, not an input.”
“Funny how when women say that to men, they don’t want to hear it.” She pressed the vibrator to her clit and groaned, gyrating her hips. “So, I don’t want to hear it. You’ll thank me later.”
He was going to thank her right now. The view he was getting was fucking spectacular.
Leah had leaned back while administering the purple dildo to her clit. Closing her eyes, she had one hand gripped to his thigh behind her, holding her up.
Her pink lips were plump and smooth and Marc could see the skin glistening. She teased herself, making small sounds every time she hit a sensitive spot. Right now, he wanted to be that vibrator.
“Do you want to watch me come?”
Oh hell… “Yes!” What man wouldn’t want to watch the beautiful creature on top of him pleasuring herself. To watch the fluidity of her hips as they ground against him while she took herself to the edge of climax.
“I’m close,” she whispered. Her nipples were hard, her breasts bouncing with each move of her pelvis. Leah hesitated just enough to rise and grab the base of his cock to stand it up. And as she plunged onto him, she kept the vibrator against her clit, and then she exploded with him deep inside her. The contractions of her muscles, the pulses, made him cry out. The vibrations from her toy could be felt along his hard length. And it was…
Fucking amazing.
The combination of her wet heat, her squeezing him like a fist, and the stimulation from the toy drove him quickly to his own release. He wasn’t ready for it to end. He had to hold off. Make it last a little longer.
Except he couldn’t. Digging his fingers into her hips, he held her still, and spilled his release deep inside her.
The whole thing couldn’t have even lasted five minutes. Something he wasn’t proud of. But hey, he had the rest of the night to make it up to her. And the look on her face was clearly not disappointment.
“Did you feel how hard I came?” she asked him as she slid to his side.
“Uh, yeah. Why do you think I lost it?”
Leah chuckled and patted his arm. “Should I start calling you minute man?”
“That was more than a minute.”
She grunted, playfully teasing him. She flicked his nipple piercing.
“Mom! Pop! Where are you?”
Both of them froze when they heard Max’s booming voice. They looked at each other, eyes wide.
“Oh fuck,” Marc said.
Leah buried her face in one of the pillows, giggling. “We are so busted.”
“Yo! Marc! Leah!”
Marc scrambled out of bed and wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Where is everybody?”
Marc cracked her bedroom door open and yelled down the hallway, “What the hell do you want, Max?”
“Where’s the ‘rents? What are you doing up there?”
“They went out and we’re…talking.”
“Right.” Max laughed in disbelief. “Ew. In our parent’s house? You have your own place.”
“Shut up, Max, and get the fuck out of here.”
Max’s chuckle could be heard from downstairs. “Horny bastard.”
“Pot meet kettle,” Marc yelled before slamming the door shut again. He listened at the door until he heard Max leave. Then he turned back toward the bed. Leah had wrapped herself in a blanket and sat against the headboard. Even wrapped in one of her mom’s crocheted blankets, she appeared absolutely stunning. Her golden green eyes twinkled at him and her long dark hair framed her face and exposed shoulders. Her cheeks were still flushed from their fast and furious sex, the rest of her skin a perfect porcelain.
Jesus. She should be the subject of a painting.
If he had any doubt regarding what he was about to do, it was washed away at that moment.
Marc inhaled deeply. “After that interruption, I think it’s the perfect time to tell you that I found a place for you.” Somewhere where they wouldn’t be interrupted. Or where Leah had to walk around in a towel in front of another male. Even if that male was his father.
“What are you talking about?”
“A place for you to live.”
Leah looked at him suspiciously. “I thought you didn’t want me to move.”
“I didn’t. But since you canceled the interview and you decided to stay around here, you can’t live at my parents’ forever. There’s no privacy. And by the way, I talked to Max. He’s relieved.”
When Leah had told him that she’d cancelled the interview, he could hardly contain himself. He had picked her up off her feet in the locker room and had swung her around, not caring who else was at station. He had spent the whole three to eleven shift thinking and planning.
“Can I afford it?”
“I believe so,” he said seriously.
“How big is it?”
“Why don’t I just take you there? You can see for yourself. Get dressed.”
Marc couldn’t pull his gaze away from her as she moved around her bedroom, slipping on shorts, a tank top, and some sandals. She pulled her hair up into a pony tail and suddenly turned into a fresh-faced girl-next-door. Literally.
And it was freaking hot as hell.
He groaned and quickly finished getting dressed before he threw her back on the bed and ravished her until they both couldn’t move.
When they left the house, Marc stopped at the ATV.
“Should we take my car?” Leah suggested.
“No, the ATV is fine.”
“So it’s close by?”
“Leah, holy crap. Give it a break. Just get on and all your questions will be answered soon.”
“I’m impatient.”
He grunted. “No shit.”
Leah climbed on the four-wheeler, sliding close behind him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Like you weren’t earlier.”
Hard to argue that fact. But honestly, he was just as anxious and he knew what was coming. His stomach had been flip-flopping for hours because he’d been a bundle of nerves.
He hit the power switch and they took off down the driveway and within minutes stopped in front of another familiar house. He shut the engine down and gave her a moment to process it.
“Marc—”
“Before you say no, just have a look. You might like it,” he teased.
“There’s nothing wrong with your house, but—”
His chest constricted. He actually never anticipated she might say no. She might think it was too soon? She was an independent woman. “Let me give you a tour.”
“I’ve been in your place plenty of times.”
“C’mon. Just pretend it’s the first time.” He dismounted from the ATV and helped her off.
“I don’
t know, Marc.” She hesitated.
But Marc quickly lifted a hand to stop any further words. He would not let his plan implode before it hardly began. “No decisions yet. Just give me the next few minutes of your time. If you decide now is not the right time, or maybe even never, then I’ll respect that.”
Sure he would. He may turn into a surly old shit if she said no, but he’d respect her decision.
“Are you thinking roommates or something permanent?” she asked him.
He placed his finger to his lips, indicating she needed to just wait and give him a chance. He took her hand and led her through the front door and down the hall. He stopped in front of door to the master bedroom. “This would be your room.”
“So we’d share it.”
“If you’d like.”
“That means we’d be living together.”
“It does.”
“But—”
“But nothing. Open the door.”
She looked at him for a moment, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.
His stomach flipped. This was one of the biggest decisions of his life so far. He was so fucking nervous his heart was thumping out of control.
Little electric candles were scattered around the room, creating a soft glow, and real rose petals decorated the bed. The petals spelled out I Love You. Both O’s were filled with objects.
Leah moved closer to the bed. She laughed and looked back at Marc. “Oh. Very romantic.”
He grinned. “I thought so.” He had filled the circles with all kinds of kinky toys that he wanted them to try.
She suddenly grew serious, making him worry. She couldn’t say no. He had splayed himself open by admitting he loved her. By wanting her to move in with him. She could not turn him down.
“So…not just casual sex,” she said, still staring at the bed.
“Our sex was never casual.” And no words were truer.
She ran a finger over a set of cuffs, which were not department issued. “No, it wasn’t,” she murmured.
He threw something out to sweeten the deal. “I bought us a swing.”
“A swing?”
“Yeah, the kind you hang from the ceiling.” His lips widened into a naughty smile.
“Oh. That kind of swing.”
He stepped closer, using her shoulders to turn her to face him. He brushed his fingers along her jaw. “Yeah. Will you play with me, Leah? Will you be my partner?”
“Like a forever partner?” Now she was just teasing him.
“Do you love me?” His heart stopped, hoping to hear the right answer.
She tilted her head and her golden brown-green eyes that he loved so much met his. “Yes. I love you.”
Marc’s arm swept over the bed. “As you see, I love you too.”
“I see that.”
“And I love us.”
The corner of her mouth turned up and the way she looked at him made him actually feel weak in the knees. “We’ve had our moments, but I do too.”
Now he knew how Amanda had Max wrapped around her little finger. He would never bust his balls about that again. Marc slid his palms down her arms to her hands, intertwining their fingers. He took a deep breath and gave her a little squeeze. “Will you move in with me?”
“You and Menace.”
“I can’t promise he won’t shit in your shoes.”
Leah snorted. “Now I will have to rethink this.”
He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. “Be mine.”
She placed a hand on his cheek. “I already am.”
And with that he became the happiest man alive.
He looked toward the bed, his lips twitching. “So… what do you want to use first?”
Also by Jeanne St. James
The Brothers in Blue Series:
(Can be read as standalone novels)
Brothers in Blue: Max
Brothers in Blue: Marc
Brothers in Blue: Matt
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The Rip Cord Trilogy:
Rip Cord: The Reunion
Rip Cord: The Weekend
Rip Cord: The Ever After
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The Dare Ménage Series:
(Can be read as standalone novels)
Double Dare
Daring Proposal
Dare to be Three
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About the Author
JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine and her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
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