by Loni Ree
Chapter 24
Jackson
Giving her time is fucking killing me. My dick is going to break off from extra blood flow or excessive jacking off. How many times a day can you jack off before it’s too much? I’m sure I’ve exceeded it, but oh well. My girl needs time, so I’m giving it to her. I knew the first night that she is the one for me, so now, I have to be patient until I can make her mine forever. Once I have a ring on her finger and my last name behind hers, she’ll never get away. My poor cock just has to survive in the meantime.
I haven’t even checked on the status of my legal case since last weekend. It doesn’t concern me since I don’t plan on leaving town anyway. While Jason Kane gets it sorted out, I’ve been quietly looking for houses in this area with Harris Kane’s help. He didn’t even question me when I informed him that I plan on staying after everything is settled. It only takes a few days to find the perfect house. Buying it in my name, when everyone in town thinks I’m actually my brother, is the problem.
“Would you like to go with me to my uncle’s Christmas dinner?” Her crystal blue eyes sparkle as she looks up at me while we are sitting on the sofa watching her crazy television shows.
“Of course, I’d love to go.” I kiss the tip of her nose, and she laughs.
“Just so you know, my other brother will be there, too, and things will get a little rambunctious.”
“Believe me, there’s nothing that can scare me off. If the bird hasn’t done it, nothing will.” At her look of outrage, I lean down and kiss her open mouth. As my tongue touches hers, a moan slides up her throat, and she wraps her arms around my neck.
When I pull back slightly, she tightens her hold and nibbles on my bottom lip before whispering, “If you stop, I’m going to call you an asshole.” That’s all the invitation I need. I stand and reach down for her. After throwing her over my shoulder, I smack her perfect ass. “Hold on, beautiful. I’m about to rock your world.”
We get to her room, and I close the door. The poor bird has had enough trauma. I let Candace slip slowly down my body and groan as her soft curves melt into me. She looks into my eyes, and I can clearly see the fear in them. She admits, “I should probably warn you that I’m not experienced. At all.”
I pull back slightly and begin unbuttoning my shirt. She runs her hands over my chest as it falls open, and I groan, “When you say at all?”
As she runs her tongue over my chest and whispers, “Never,” my dick turns to stone, and I swallow and count to one hundred while trying to get myself under control. “Is that a problem?” She looks worried, and I shake my head, unable to respond. All the blood in my body has left my head and rushed straight to my cock since I found out I’ll be the first to fuck my girl.
“Lay on the bed,” I manage to croak out and then watch as she stretches out on the frilly pink comforter. Seeing her flushed cheeks and red hair spread across the pillow sends even more blood to my already bulging erection. I rip off my shirt and fling it behind me. Next, I lower my pants and underwear and sigh in relief when my cock bounces free of the restriction.
“Holy cow.” The perfect little O her mouth makes calls to my shaft, but that’s for another time. As she blinks several times, I move closer to the bed, and her eyes grow larger, almost popping out of her head. I tug her little t-shirt over her head and toss it in the direction of my discarded pile.
“No bra?” I tease, trying to remove some of the fear from her eyes.
“Tiny boobs.” She laughs, and her little breasts jiggle, drawing my eyes.
“Beautiful tiny boobs. And they’re all mine,” I reassure her as I reach down and run a finger around her tight little nipple. The distraction works, and her eyes slam shut as she arches her back. Taking her offering, I wrap my lips around the other nipple and suck while I continue tugging lightly on the first.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I groan as my dick throbs hungrily. When she reaches down and shyly wraps her hand around it, running her thumb through the pre-cum seeping out the tip, my eyes roll back in my head. “Squeeze harder,” I instruct her as I reach for her pants and rip them down her legs.
The sight of her bare pussy tests my control. “You can’t touch me anymore or I’ll embarrass myself,” I groan as I move out of her reach. Spreading her legs, I run my tongue through her juices while slipping a finger into her tight center. I have to push my erection into the covers to keep from blowing my load when I touch the membrane that proves she’ll only ever belong to me. While slowly using one finger to stretch her tight little pussy, I suck her clit until she grabs my hair in a fierce hold.
She screams my name as her juices run down my chin. “Oh my God.” She whimpers as I kiss my way up her body.
I reach for the bedside table and the condom. It takes three fucking tries since my hand isn’t cooperating with my fucking dick. After running my cock through her juices, I ease into her tightness. “No, don’t tense up. I’ll come too soon,” I beg as she tightens her pussy around my shaft.
“You’re too big,” she whines, and I still to give her time to adjust.
“We need to take it slow.” God, she can’t make me stop now. I think to myself. Reaching between us, I rub firm circles on her clit, and her hips begin moving with my light thrusts. Before long, I’m able to thrust a little deeper, and I press hard on her clit as I rear back and push through her innocence. She screams in my ear, and I breathe through the need to come as her pussy squeezes my hard cock in a death grip.
“That’s slow?” she huffs as she leans up and bites the side of my neck.
“It had to go, baby. Only one way to do it.” I kiss her ear as I circle my hips again. Her hold slowly starts to ease as she follows my hips.
“Mmm, Jackson, Jackson…” With her head thrown all the way back, I’m not sure she even realizes she’s repeating my name continuously. The orgasm I’ve been holding back comes barreling forward, so I wrap my arm under her leg to change the angle and pull her leg up higher. This position rubs my pubic bone firmly against her clit on every thrust, and it only takes seconds before her tight core contracts around my shaft as my name echoes off the walls.
Dropping onto my forearms with her leg still wrapped high on my shoulder bends her nearly in half, so I give her a quick kiss then push myself up. “I love you.” I can’t hold the words in as her muscles continue spasming against my softening dick.
Her arms stiffen slightly, but then she looks up at me. “It’s crazy, but I love you, too.” I smile and kiss her lips before sliding out of her warmth.
Waking up with her in my arms is the best feeling in the world. She’s too sore to repeat our intimate exercises the next couple of nights, but holding her close makes me just as happy.
Chapter 25
Jackson
Her uncle’s Christmas dinner will go down as one of the most unique experiences of my life. Watching the triplets interact reminds me of how much I miss my brother. Before meeting Candace, I’d planned on moving closer to Damien once he retires. He’ll have to understand that plans change. Now that I’ve found my reason for being, I can’t image ever being anywhere else. Luckily, my brother owns a private plane. He can come visit any time he wants. When Candace reminds Jason how close he came to another “waxing” appointment, I wince and rub my chest, reminding myself to stay on my baby’s good side. Later that night, I give Candace diamond earrings. The diamond engagement ring is in Harris Kane’s safe, but I know she isn’t ready for it yet. She winks and tells me to lay on the bed and wait while she tries them on.
I’m not sure my thirty-eight-year-old heart can take many presents like the one she has in store for me. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head as my cock turns into a steel pipe at the sight before me. Standing in the bathroom door is the most beautiful Mrs. Santa Claus I’ve ever seen, from her dainty little Santa hat down, to the red, sparkly bustier that barely contains her plump breasts, then even farther down to the white stockings with the little red bows that call to me. The
barely-there undies with a Christmas bow on the front must be my big gift.
As she slowly makes her way over to me, my dick can’t take the pressure, and I feel it throbbing while cum leaks onto my stomach. “Are you ready for your present now?” she asks, and I nod but can’t find the words to answer since there’s no blood left in the head on my shoulders.
Running her finger through the stickiness on my stomach then bringing it to her mouth to suck it off is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I growl, and she smiles shyly. “Merry Christmas.” Then she leans over and runs her tongue over my sensitive head. My finger slips under the bustier cup and runs around her tight nipple, causing her to suck harder.
“This is going to be over too fast,” I groan as I pull her over onto the bed. Seeing my Christmas present is too much. “Now I want to open my present.”
I run my tongue around the nipple I’ve pulled free of the lace cup, then I move down her body in search of my real present. When I get to the sparkly green bow, I run my finger along the material for a second until she spreads her legs wide and I realize there’s no bottom in the underwear. Merry Christmas to me.
“Fuck, you really are trying to kill me.” As I lick up her tight center, her legs tighten around my head briefly. I lean over and gently bite the inside of her thigh before pushing it back to the side. “Let me open my gifts.”
As she runs her hands through my hair, I bury my face in her wet center and devour her. While biting and sucking, I thrust two fingers rapidly until she arches her back, throws back her head, and screeches my name.
Her pussy is still spasming when I rear up and thrust into her. “Fuck, you feel good. Best Christmas ever.” I lose control and thunder into her tight pussy while leaning down to thrust my tongue into her mouth at the same time.
As I increase the speed of my thrusts, she pulls away and screams, “Don’t stop.” Like I could.
Her nails dig into my back while she sinks her teeth into my shoulder as her pussy spasms rhythmically around my pounding cock. I nearly black out when the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced hits me. I drop to my forearms as I try to hold on to consciousness as cum fills her pussy.
“I may have given you more than just the earrings for Christmas. I honestly forgot the condom,” I admit a few minutes later, after I’m able to come up with the words.
She lifts her head from my shoulder and smiles. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’m on the pill, but one day, I wouldn’t mind having that kind of present.” My heart sinks a little with the knowledge that my screw up isn’t going to lead to anymore Christmas presents, and I decide that we need to talk about working on one of those soon.
We fall into a comfortable routine after the new year. I stay hidden for the most part and write while Candace works and comes home to me. The bird is still happily in love with his fake Snowball. I’ve ordered ten more off of the internet so we will never run out of replacements. The weekend is coming, and I look forward to having Candace all to myself.
I wake up with her snuggled tightly against me and plan on keeping her busy for the rest of the day until the front desk calls up and informs me that I have a visitor. Since I’m not expecting anyone, I leave Candace sleeping and run down to check this out. There’s no mistaking the asshole standing in the lobby. Damien has tried to hide his identity by wearing a baseball cap and glasses. Without his beard, and wearing the square-cut nerdy glasses, he almost looks like a normal man. Well, except for the bright blue eyes and tattoos covering nearly every inch of exposed skin. The only reason I ever passed for him in the first place is no one in town has seen me without my long-sleeved sweaters to cover the fact that my arms and chest are bare of his signature tattoos. “Long time no see, asshole.” He hugs me tight, and the desk clerk’s mouth drops open.
“Within an hour, the whole town will know you’re here,” I warn him as I squeeze him back.
“The sale has closed, and I’m announcing my retirement via video feed soon. There’s nothing to hide anymore.” He smiles, and relief floods through me. I can concentrate on my girl and move on from this episode. Well, once Harris and Jason get me cleared of my speeding ticket.
“My girl is sleeping upstairs. Let me wake her up and I’ll introduce you.” I lead him to the elevator, and he can’t help but teasing me.
“You know, most chicks dig the rockstar more than the romance novelist. I might give you a run for your money.”
Before he finishes joking, I shove him up against the elevator wall and warn him, “This isn’t a joke. She’s my soulmate. I’ll choose her over you or anybody else, any day. Don’t make me choose, and please don’t joke about it. I don’t find it funny.”
After I step back, he stares at me, and I realize the elevator door is standing open. We walk silently to Harris’ condo, and I lead Damien inside where he turns and hugs me. “I’m happy for you. I really am. Now, let me unpack so I can meet the girl that turned you into an asshole.”
I flip him off and head to the door. “I’ll call you when Candace is dressed and ready.” He salutes me as I head back across the hall. I’ve never felt rage run through me like I did when he mentioned trying to take my girl. Now that I’ve found her, that isn’t an option.
“Sleepyhead, I need you to get up.” I kiss her ear and slap her luscious ass.
“No, you need to crawl back in here and keep the promise you just made with that tap on my backside,” she sasses, and I wish my asshole brother wasn’t waiting.
“You have no idea how much I wish I could, but we have company.” Her sleep tousled head pops up at my words, and my dick ignores the fact that we don’t have time to cater to his needs when I get a clear view of her gorgeous, plump breasts.
“Who’s here?” She jumps out of bed, and the tent sticking out the front of my pants follows her across the room.
“My jerk brother showed up. He’s waiting next door for us to get ready.” Her mouth drops, then she turns to rush away, but I grab her hand. “I need a good morning kiss first.”
As our tongues tangle, my cock is squished between our bodies, and I fight the urge to come. Her hand reaches between us, and I growl, “You’re starting something…”
She interrupts, “Shh, I’m helping you get ready.” Then she sinks to her knees in front of me. When she unzips my pants and reaches in to pull out my throbbing cock, I tell myself Damien can wait. Her lips wrapping around it completely shuts down my mind as all the blood in my body rushes to the engorged organ. I fall back against the wall and let her take control of my pliant body. It doesn’t take long for the tingling at the base of my spine to start with her hand moving up and down my shaft as she sucks and moans around my cock. The vibrations hitting my sensitive tip are all it takes to finish me off.
“I’m coming,” I manage before I come. I lean down and watch as my girl takes all I’ve got and then pull her up for a kiss. “That was the hottest fucking thing ever,” I whisper. “Now, let’s get ready so I can show you off to my brother.”
Chapter 26
Candace
Wow. They really do look exactly alike. I mean, someone who hadn’t just sucked one of their dicks might not be able to tell them apart. Then Damien hugs me, and I don’t feel anything. Nothing at all. I step back quickly at Jackson’s growled, “Find your own girl and keep your fucking hands off of mine.”
“He never did share his toys.” Damien laughs after he sets me away from him. “Relax, she’s my sister now. I can hug her. It’s like hugging you with boobs.” I blink at his description and wonder what universe I’m living in now. Jackson is scratching the side of his head with his middle finger, and we all laugh. The brothers are a lot like my two brothers. I sneak Damien and Jackson into the office to meet with Uncle Harris and Jason. They arrange for a meeting with the judge who’s handling all the legal proceedings against Jackson. Once they are able to show the two brothers side by side and prove that Jackson really is an established author, the judge sets reasonable pun
ishment for the speeding offense, and the case is closed.
Now, we are preparing for Damien’s retirement. The rock world is going to implode with the announcement that the lead singer of Ransom is hanging up his guitar and microphone for good at the end of this tour. He only has fifteen tour dates left, and his management is planning for the pandemonium that will ensue after this information is released.
“Last night of freedom before you become an extinct creature,” Jackson teases as we eat dinner the night before the big announcement.
Damien rolls his eyes and looks toward the ceiling. “I’m ready for it all to be over. I wanted to wait until the end of the tour to announce it, but my team wouldn’t hear of it. They said I have to give the fans some notice.” As he rubs the back of his neck, a tired expression crosses his face. “I’m done.”
As we’re watching Damien announce his retirement on early morning television, Jackson runs his fingers over my shoulder, and I feel the nervousness in his touch. “I can’t believe your brother is really going to do it.”
“It’s time. Touring is killing him.” He bites his lip and takes a deep breath. “But giving it up isn’t going to be easy either.” Damien’s manager arranged for him to do the interview via video feed from Jason’s office.
After the interview is over, Jackson leans over and kisses my ear and whispers, “Why don’t you get dressed? Damien said he wants to go out for breakfast to celebrate his announcement.” Since I took the day off to avoid the fun with the media circus, I doubt going out to breakfast with Damien is going to accomplish that, but I shrug and head to my bedroom.