by D. M. Burns
“I’m so sorry you saw that, but you also know it was innocent. A New Year’s tradition.” I whisper.
“That’s where your mind was but not his. Far fucking from it. Channing lives in a fantasy world where you’re concerned. Plus, I saw him kiss you after the two of you came home from the park.” My eyes widen and I pinch him under his arm. Brogan quirks that one eyebrow at me. “Baby, that doesn’t hurt. It literally does nothing for me.”
“He’s my friend, Brogan. You two are going to have to get along. You need each other.”
“Wrong. I don’t need him.” He shakes his head from side to side and his eyes dim to their normal ice-white tent. I wonder if he knows that they tend to shine brighter when looking at me but when he talks about others they dim. It’s intriguing. “I have my butterfly. That’s all I need. But if it’s okay to keep the kissing friends around then you shouldn’t have a problem with the Couture queen or the Barbie bunny, yeah?”
“Ha. Ha. Not funny.” I poke him lightly in the chest while rolling him over and straddling his waist. “But I get your point, okay?”
“I like where this is going.” He grunts. It’s a perfect opportunity for him to thrust upward making me moan.
“Uhmmmm… Ohhhh, stop…” He chuckles because he knows what he’s doing to me. “Listen to me, please… Uhm.” I try to block out the wickedly wonderful things he’s doing to my lower half and concentrate on what I was going to say. I didn’t thoroughly think this through. Brogan props his arm up behind his head gripping my hip with his other hand grinding with precision and hitting all the right angles. The smirk that breaks out across his lips tells me he silently hears everything I’m saying. I swat at his chest. “Cut that out.”
“Whatever do you mean?” He laughs but catches my hand bringing it to his lips then gently kisses my fingertips. I lightly brush the outline of those beautiful thick lips.
“Stay outta here, Brogan.” I point to my head. He slowly rotates his groin underneath me causing my entire body to hum from his impressive morning wood. Dear Jesus. “Focus for a second…”
“As long as I can get in somewhere else, you’ve got a deal.” He says.
“Channing’s your brother and he doesn’t have anyone else, no one. I’m not going to abandon him. You know I care for him in a non-romantic type of way. He’s like the Jolly Green Giant that lost his way. Please don’t draw that line in the sand. He was all I had when you disappeared and I don’t want to leave him all alone either.”
“We can talk about that some other time, yeah? He doesn’t belong in this bed with us, Brea.” Brogan's voice has an unforgiving undertone.
He searches my face and I can tell that he needs this from me. If I’m really honest with myself, Brogan’s right. No one deserves a reserved spot in here. This is for us only. I nod my head in agreement.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Brogan sits straight up anchoring those large arms around me then rolls us over pinning me to the mattress. “Southern Comfort, I’m not sharing you with him, ever. He can climb his Jolly green ass up another tree stalk while stroking one out for all I care.” He growls. Oh, my beautiful boardroom beast. It’s the other way around. I’ll be sharing you with him willingly. They need each other. They just don’t know it yet.
“What does that mean?” He growls.
“Please don’t take my thoughts from me, Brogan.” I run my fingertips through his blonde-white streaked hair, and he’s examining my face with maddening intensity.
“It’s all I’ve had for far too long, butterfly. I’ll try to control it, yeah?”
“You have all of me now.” I smile.
“Damn, right and I’m keeping it close where you belong.” He growls.
I’m not going to win any battle right now where his brother is concerned. Things are too new between us. This is on my to-do list for later though. Latching onto his cheeks like last night out on the fire escape, I bring his thick lips to me. His kiss is aggressive at first, taking. He’s proving a point. I get it. I want it. He bites down on my body lip and I whimper causing him to lick the sting away.
“I know you’re the Boss of the bedroom, honey. Truth be known you’re the boss of this body, period. So, take it.” I whisper.
When he slides inside of me, I repress a whimper because I’m tender and this man is not average by any stretch of the imagination. His hands find mine, lacing our fingers together then stretching them above my head. As his hips move forward carving out depths inside of me that I never knew possible, I feel his mouth close over my breast, and I arch into him as he cuts a hot trail between both. His tongue swirls out, licking a skillful path right before he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive numb.
“Oh, yessss…” I hiss. His hips thrust forward acknowledging my moan.
“Never felt anything close to this, ever. Jesus, baby. This is mine.” He bites down on my nipple and thrusts in again with more aggression in his movement.
“Always…” I’m having a hard time keeping up with everything him. His sex game resembles the cutthroat boardroom boss, overachieving in delivery but maintaining control at all costs.
“Baby… You’re so fucking tight and wet.” His hushed raspy tone is sexy.
Brogan lets one of my hands go to grab my chin manipulating me to his liking right before he fuses his mouth over mine. I use my free hand to grip his thick neck holding him to me. It’s a welcomed assault as he grinds upward hitting my special spot.
He rolls our connected bodies over and I sit up sliding him deeper inside of me. My head falls back, and I moan out like a paid whore. He’s huge, all of him. He’s all I feel. Tilting forward, I run my nails over his defined design. This man is cut perfectly. His hands clench my hips tightly as he slowly guides me up and down his length. Teaching me what he likes.
“So, damn good,” I whisper into his ear then lick his neck. I know when I curse it drives him crazy and as predicted he bends his knees thrusting up in hard long strokes. I tighten around him and I hear him growl a primitive sound that somehow intensifies my need for him.
“Fuck… If you cuss again, I swear to Christ, I’ll flip you over on your stomach and fuck you from behind Miss. Winters.” He grates out from behind clenched teeth. His movements are unrelenting, illicitly intentional. But when he talks like that it only pushes me closer to my endgame.
“Ahhh, Jesus… Uhmmmm, yes.” He only makes me want to cuss like a muted sailor set free in a curse-a-thon. My entire body shivers and if I thought I could handle that right now; I’d fill the atmosphere up around us with F-bombs.
“Not today though. That’ll come later.” He chuckles as I sit up straight.
“Stay outta my head, Creed.” I roll my hips into him lavishing in the sound of the slaps from our connection and his head falls back. I slip my hand down between my seam and play with myself as I feel the orgasm building.
“Damn… Seeing you play with yourself is so fucking sexy.” He growls.
I grip my breast rolling my nipple between my fingers. My punishing plunges take on a whole other level of uncontrolled. Brogan jerks me back down to him sliding one of his large hands over my backside taking control of the tempo and digging out depths inside of me only he’s ever been.
“I’m so close,” I say.
“I feel you baby… Fuck…” Brogan rasps out.
My entire body starts to tremble and he slams upward grinding into me and I feel his release. He bites down on my shoulder releasing a growl as his body jerks. I can’t move. My heart is thundering out in my chest in tune with his. I place my hand directly over his chest and smile.
“My weakness is you.” He whispers.
He rubs his hand up and down my back as he gently kisses the place, he just sunk his teeth into. It’s his way of marking me, that much is common sense. I nuzzle my forehead into his neck, and I feel him moving my hair to one side. He probably can’t breathe under that blanket of fur.
“There’s no weakness found here in our love,
Brogan. It makes you stronger, more equipped.” I whisper.
“Baby, everything about this from a corporate boardroom assassin’s standpoint is deadly.” He rolls us over and cups my face. “Because there’s nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice for you.” He’s one hundred percent serious.
“I love you too.” I smile wide leaning up and brushing my nose across his. He shakes his head with a chuckle.
“Shower then breakfast, yeah?”
“Yeah.” He moves us from the bed without giving me time to respond. No arguments will be found here. A naked wet Creed sounds like a winner to me.
chapter 13
Brogan
Three Months later
Rounding my way through The House of Creed, I stop in front of the conference room door and toe the wooden structure open quietly observing as Carson, Lance, and Brock closeout the deal with Highlight Investments. Mr. Wong Chen seems happy as he should be. He stands to make a lot of money with The House of Creed.
After three months of continuously ignoring requests for another meeting of the minds with these assholes, I relented and gave Lance the go-ahead. I won’t deny that my decision to move forward had everything to do with the fact that Logan Monroe was pulled from this deal. That bastard’s not getting anywhere near Brealyn even if that means bypassing a lucrative corporate collaboration.
The Black Stallion left me feeling a certain type of way, fucking pissed. Now that the president of Highlight, Wong Chen, has assured me that Logan won’t be a key player in on this deal, I don’t see why we can’t move forward in business.
Carson has been on my ass about bringing Damien back but I’m on the fence with that shit too. If that asshole were to come back now and open his mental mind up leaking dick dipping desires out where Brea is concerned, things would end with his ass soaring out from fifty stories up. Damien doesn’t know when to shut the sexual pursuit down. And where Brea comes into play, I have zero tolerance.
Mine and Brea’s relationship is a hot topic in New York, much like the late June temperatures. The asshole paparazzi lurk around every corner waiting on their next camera click. Pushing their way into my personal life but if I’m real honest, I like that Brea’s known as mine. They call her my Wallstreet Goddess. That fuels my possessive inside army of demons.
Brea takes the attention in stride. Always taking the time to be considerate and kind with her sweet southern drawl while displaying a smile. They’d rather seek her out because of her gentle spirit. I was left with no choice but to assign bodyguards to watch over her. That was and still is a sore spot for my Goddess. It was non-negotiable.
Brea is the exact opposite of me when it comes to the camera’s attention. Ironically enough, the story hungry assholes respect her more for it. They listen to her and when she asks for privacy they back off without argument. Damnest shit I’ve ever seen. She tells me that their people too. They have to feed their families and being kind never killed, anyone. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?
I grind my teeth together thinking of how my father’s kindness found him but that’s one of the things that I love the most about her. Her humanity knows no bounds. She trusts beyond what I deem healthy and she doesn’t care. A kind soul and caring heart by nature. She exudes life with love. Killing that innocence that radiates from her, is not happening. Hell, if anything I’ll protect that with my life. She’s my soft side. A bright light needed in the dark corners of my life.
Although, her good side is sometimes a crutch because she refuses to see things for what they are. It’s not a big secret that she’s been to Channing’s house more times than I can count in these last three months. At least, routinely, twice a week. All of which, ends up with her leaving without ever seeing his asshole face. Which makes me want to break his, repeatedly.
Brea cares for him and that alone deserves the decency and common courtesy of opening the god damn front door. That shit is simmering like a well-lit fire in the middle of my chest, for her. And no, I wasn’t invited to tag along with her, but you know my ass went anyway, silently and unseen. She knew I was there. It was just an unspoken truth. Hell, the bastard hasn’t been seen at Creed Capitals either. So, yeah… I was curious to see if the fucker did me a favor and offed himself.
Seeing how the fire breathing prick likes the flames so much; there’s nothing more I’d love to do than roast his ass to ashes. Then set him in a nice see-through jar on my bar. Tucked nicely in between two bottles of Southern Comfort. I wouldn’t want him to miss seeing me indulge on that every chance I can get even if the asshole is having to look up from hell in order to do so.
Each time I followed Brea to his house, I watched her become a little more defeated when she’d finally give up knocking on his door, returning the god damn cupcakes she buys him each time to the front desk attendant, and leave. It all anchored the anger inside of me up a little tighter each time.
Last week, when the same routine played out yet again, as soon as we stepped outside of his building, she jerked around pointing her finger-blade two inches from my see-through face. How the fuck my girl knew where I was in my transparent state, is still a mystery to me.
“Brogan Malic Creed, you go see about your brother and make sure he’s okay or I’m locking you out of the house.” She stomped her foot at me. Honestly, that got my attention. Not the foot-stomping, no. The full name and literal intent behind that statement. Simply put, I was stunned and turned on all at the same time, equal amounts.
In other words, no more pussy for me. Her sapphire eyes were leaking with tears and I felt that shit. Not for Channing, fuck him. I felt that for her and a fuck ton of sympathy for my dick. Shit, I wanted to cry too. My dick likes going home every damn chance he can get between her legs. That alone makes me want to drain old brother dear’s life source bone dry, little son-of-a-bitch that he is.
Granted, every pedestrian passing by couldn’t see me, but they could see Brea. The entire scene looked as if she was lecturing a phantom, Casper the Creed, out in front of the Westinghouse luxury living building. Of course, when I tried to stifle my laughter that slipped out it only infuriated Brea. Which led to her stomping all the way back to her loft where she slammed the door in my face. Yes, I walk through the damn thing but still, you see my dilemma, right?
Smirking at myself, I remembered her words form this morning though, “Sometimes I simply need some Creed to cure my naughty needs.” That’s exactly what she got to right after I promise to check on that fucking bastard. Never knew what makeup sex was until today. Never had anyone worth going back to, but gotta tell you, it was fucking hot. I kinda look forward to doing that whole make-up sex again just not over Channing’s bitch ass.
I think it’s sorta twisted that I was in the doghouse over an asshole brother that I don’t even have a relationship with. It’s the craziest shit ever. Ultimately, Channing is no longer after my butterfly or an obstacle in the way, but he seems to have a god damn mystical power in costing me pussy privileges.
At any rate, this morning was a much-needed welcome home; home being her vagina. It’s a helluva sight better than last week when I made her stay home in bed. The stubborn woman was trying to push herself into going to work running a fever. She had the flu and I know that because I had my doctor drop by her loft.
Brea was too sick to care what was going on around her though. The only thing she kept mumbling about over and over again was me leaving. Urging me to go to my penthouse until she was better. She didn’t want me to get ill. That shit was laughable. I don’t get sick. I simply ignored her until she fell asleep. Then I crawled up beside her, tucked her into me, and scoured through her channels, settling into watch that Chevy Chase character she likes so much.
As the table suits break away from their seats, I give Carson a chin lift, then head to my office. I’ve got to get some shit sorted before I take off. When my lucky charm bounces his bubbly ass in one of the seats in front of my desk, he smiles wide. Like there’s an insider’s joke and I’m t
he source of laugher.
“What?” I wave my hand out dismissively then lean back into my cushy leather seat gearing up for the fuckery that comes with this ball of energic bullshit. I place my index finger to my temple and brace for it.
“So….” He rubs his hands together looking like a pre-orgasmic Penny the Clown. “I heard you were taking off to Santorini, Greece, huh?”
“And…” I ask. I really need to have a talk with Geneva about telling this asshole about my personal agenda.
“You’ve never taken anyone anywhere other than bankruptcy court. So, I’d say this is fucking huge progress.” This asshole is bouncing in his seat.
“It’s also none of your business, Car.” I prop my ankle on my knee and adjust my pant leg.
“Are you proposing to her?” He smiles wide. “Just tell me that.”
“Also, none of your business.” I deadpan.
“I’m your best friend. Do I need to remind you that I’m the reason for this love connection?” He throws his hands up in the air dramatically.
“I’ll give you that love connection props but I’m not a big sharer, you know that.”
“I’ll tell you one thing, you’re a dumb motherfucker if you don’t. Hell, if Brea is as smart as I think she is, she’ll flip you off and ride into the sunset with me.” I squint my eyes at this asshole, and he chuckles.
“I’m not indulging in this conversation with you. I just wanted to make sure that the Highlight deal is done before heading out.” I stand, shrug my coat on, and tuck my phone into my coat pocket then grab the folder off my desk.
“Yeah, Logan was bumped from this deal after that stunt with you.” Carson chuckles and I smile. “So, is it safe to bring Damien back yet?” My face contorts on its own accord at the mention of that asshole and my grunt is heard. “I think he’s learned his lesson, Brogan. I mean you had his things delivered to his home and paid the crew extra money to situated it on his lawn in the shape of a dick.” He chuckles while shaking his head. “Priceless shit, I’ll give you that. But your brutal boardroom boss antics require a kiss ass PR guy. Damien is one of the best and you know it. Plus, we’ve all been friends since college. He’s sorry and you’d know that if you’d talk to him.”