The Halo Series Boxed Set

by Kimberly Knight

  “Mmm hmm,” I whimpered.

  His hands grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed while his tongue tasted me. He licked—he sucked—he fucked me with his tongue. My first orgasm always came fast when Easton pleasures me. It didn’t matter if it was his mouth, his fingers or his cock—he knew when to apply pressure against my clit that would cause my body to jolt as the orgasm started to build. He knew when to swirl his tongue against the bud. He knew when to suck, slurping my arousal into his mouth as if to quench his thirst for me. And he knew when to add his fingers and fuck me hard with them to bring me to the point of withering.

  My belly began to tighten as his fingers pumped in and out of me, the sound of my essence coating his long digits as he curled them just right to hit the spot that caused my body to shake. I was close. So close. I felt it building deep in my belly.

  “Fuck,” I hissed.

  “Yeah, fuck is right. Ride my fingers just like that.”

  I moaned again, my eyes closed as I focused on the pleasure he was creating. I wanted to scream out, so I buried my face in the comforter. It was late in the morning, and with our luck, Cheyenne would be home from her sleepover.

  I bit the comforter, moaning again as his two fingers moved back and forth inside me while another one rubbed circles on my clit. He hooked his fingers just right, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. I jerked, ready to explode…

  And then I did.

  My eyes closed tightly as I rode out my orgasm. It overtook my body, my cum dripping onto his hand that he still used, prolonging the wave that rippled from my head to my toes.

  “Holy hell, baby. You have no idea how fucking hot that was. You coming with your ass in my face …”

  I turned to lay on my back, trying to catch my breath, my body occasionally jerking with aftershocks. I sighed, content and ready for a nap. My eyes opened, and the sight of Easton licking his fingers gave me another jolt of energy. His gaze connected with mine and we didn’t say anything as I watched him continue to lick my cum from his digits. After he was done with the final finger, he got off the bed and stood, removing his boxers quickly.

  My gaze immediately lowered to his cock, and I bit my lip. I was one lucky girl, especially since I was going to enjoy him forever.

  “And that look is another one of your superpowers.”

  I raised my gaze up to his as he started to crawl toward me on the bed. I flipped over so my ass was in the air again. He continued to speak as he lined himself up behind me. “As much as I love your ass in the air, I don’t want to hurt you…”

  I chuckled then rose on all fours. We were still testing how much I could take since surgery. “Better?” I asked.

  He groaned his response as he teased my opening with the tip of his shaft causing me to jolt, my pussy still sensitive from my orgasm. He brought my hips back and then slowly slid in. I held my breath, anticipating the moment he filled me completely. I turned my head and saw him looking down at where we connected. His face was pure bliss, and it was enough to make me moan—and I did.

  His cock was gliding back and forth over and over. I rocked back as he moved forward causing us to be in sync with each other as the pleasure inside me built again. I loved the feeling of Easton being inside me. I loved the feeling of making him take pleasure from my body. I loved the look in his eyes when he wanted to devour me. I loved his sense of humor. I loved the way he took care of me after spending my entire life being the caretaker. I loved him. There was no one else I’d rather be with.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. Easton increased his speed, pumping in and out of me, and then it happened. He reached around, his finger seeking my clit, and the moment he found it, I shook, my body shattering as I came.

  “Almost there,” he grunted. He picked up his speed, my body still feeling the rush of my orgasm, and then he came, spilling his hot cum inside of me. He rolled over onto his back as he tried to catch his breath.

  I was exhausted, my body wanting to rebel after everything I’d put it through with radiation. Therefore, all I could do was lay with my fiancé and bask in the fact that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.

  I hated working Friday nights. I wanted to stay home with my girls, but it was my turn to manage the bar, and I had to make money for our wedding. My wedding with Dana was extravagant and had cost her father a pretty penny. Brooke didn’t have a father in her life, and this was her first wedding, so I wouldn’t deny her anything. I wanted Brooke to have whatever she wanted, and I didn’t care how much it would cost.

  “Hello?” I asked, answering the phone in my upstairs office.

  “Hey, Easton, it’s Bethy. I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well.”

  I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed. “All right, no problem.”

  “I’m really sorry.”

  “Yeah … I’ll see you next shift.”

  After hanging up, I texted Avery. Even though it was his night off, he was always on call—just like me.

  Me: Bethy called in.

  After a few minutes, he texted back.

  Avery: Fuck. All right.

  I returned my attention back to the inventory list I was working on. Now that Avery and I both had girlfriends— well, fiancée in my case, we both hated spending our nights working. We had two other managers besides Bethy, and I could have called one of them in, but I didn’t want to be that boss—on a Friday night no less. I laughed slightly. Avery wouldn’t care. He’d thank me later for the extra cash he’d have for his future baby with his girlfriend. Nicole was about four months pregnant and I couldn’t be happier for the two of them. Avery was finally going to know what it was like to have sleepless nights and be up to his elbows in shitty diapers.

  I was counting inventory when a text from my girl chimed on my phone.

  Brooke: Hey! I took a nap and thinking of coming by now. Is that okay?

  I smiled as I texted back:

  Me: Of course. I’ll need to go down and bartend in about an hour.

  Brooke: Okay, see you then. Love you.

  Me: Love you, too.

  “What time do you get off?”

  I gave a sarcastic chuckle as my gaze flicked up to the brunette mid-pour. “Not sure. The boss,” I nudged my head toward Avery as he helped another customer at the other end of the bar, “works me pretty hard, so I never know.”

  The brunette looked over at Avery and then back at me. “All right. When do you take a break?”

  At that moment, my body started to tingle, and I looked up to see Brooke walking toward the empty barstool beside the chick. “When his fiancée shows up.” Brooke held her left hand up, showing off the princess cut diamond I’d given her a few days prior.

  “Hey, baby.” I smiled and leaned over the bar to place a quick kiss to her soft lips.

  “Sorry, didn’t know he was taken,” the brunette said.

  “Yep, snagged him on a boat,” Brooke answered.

  I laughed, remembering the cruise where we first met. We both didn’t know it then, but Brooke was right. She’d snagged me the moment my gaze met her emerald eyes. In fact, she’d stolen my heart that night.

  I placed the brunette’s vodka cranberry in front of her. “Thirteen.” She handed me her credit card. “Leave it open?” I asked, motioning with a nod to her card.

  “Yeah, I’ll go try my luck with the other …” She trailed off, and my gaze followed hers to Avery as he spoke to Nicole and some blonde broad.

  “Nic came with you?” I asked Brooke.

  “Yeah and she’s betting that chick that she can get Avery’s phone number.”

  I groaned before responding. “Babe …”

  “Relax, boss man, Nic’s pregnant. She won’t cause a scene.”

  She gave me a sweet smile, and I shook my head. Women and their damn games. “What did Avery tell you about tricking customers?” I whispered as I leaned back over the bar, my face inches from Brooke’s.

  “First of all, he said I couldn’t bet custom
ers for money anymore. Second of all, Nicole isn’t betting money. She’s betting Avery.”

  “Wait …” the brunette said. “I thought you said he was the boss?” She pointed to Avery.

  “He is,” I confirmed.

  “But she called you boss man.”

  Seriously, what the fuck? Why did this woman even care? Brooke flat-out showed her I was taken. But before I could respond, we turned our heads at the sound of a woman raising her voice.

  “Why does she get a free drink?” the blonde asked, looking toward Avery.

  “Fuck …” I stepped back from the bar and made my way to the other side. We were a few feet from Nicole as I engulfed Brooke. She laid her head on my chest, my arms wrapping around her as I held her to me.

  “You smell good, boss man.”

  I smiled. “You do too, Superwoman.”

  I watched Avery, Nicole, and the blonde chat. Everything was smooth sailing until …

  “You’re a bitch,” the blonde said, squaring her shoulders toward Nicole.

  “Fuck,” I groaned again, this time untangling myself from Brooke’s embrace.

  “Excuse me?” Nicole asked, turning toward the blonde, both of them inches from each other.

  “You think you can just walk in here and take my man?”

  “Your man?” Nicole snapped.

  “Ladies,” Avery said.

  Brooke stepped around the blonde and stood next to Nicole. I was right on her heels, the protector in me causing my chest to puff. I had to keep Brooke and Nicole safe. There was no way for Avery to make it around the bar before anything happened—if it did.

  And fuck did it.

  “I didn’t just walk in here and steal your man,” Nicole hissed. “I won fair and square.”

  “Laila …” Avery warned.

  Laila?

  Nicole narrowed her eyes at the blonde.

  Fuck me.

  “You just got here and you think you can just waltz in here like you own the place?” the blonde asked.

  “Yeah, I do,” Nicole snapped.

  Before I could step between the two, the blonde raised her arm as if she was going to slap Nicole. I grabbed it, halting her mid-swing.

  “Were you just about to hit her?” I questioned, holding her arm. Nicole looked up at me, finally realizing I was standing there.

  “I’m outta here.” The blonde freed her arm and stormed off.

  “In my office, Nicole!” Avery yelled a few seconds later, then looked at me. “Thank you,” he mouthed.

  I watched Nicole and Avery go upstairs and then turned my gaze back to Brooke. “What are we going to do with you two?” I questioned. I was only half joking.

  “Me?” she asked, her beautiful green eyes looking up at me.

  “Yeah.” I smiled. “You two and your shenanigans.”

  “Nicole’s the fighter, not me.” She glared at me as if I was serious. I was serious, but thankfully, Brooke’s trickery hadn’t escalated to an almost a bar brawl.

  I kissed her lips quickly. “No more.” I pointed my finger at her.

  “All right, all right.” She rolled her eyes.

  I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re lucky I need to hurry back behind the bar to help Traver, or I’d take you to my car and spank that pretty ass of yours for rolling your eyes.”

  “I’m not into that, boss man.” She tried to shove my chest, but I didn’t budge.

  “We’ll see about that.” I laughed. “What do you want to drink?”

  She thought for a few seconds. “Margarita with salt, and make it how I like it.”

  “You want to get drunk so I can have my way with you?”

  She pushed at my chest again, and this time I let her move me. “Go make my drink, but don’t let the crazy bitches know it’s on the house, Mr. Boss Man.”

  I gave her another quick peck on the lips before going behind the bar again. After making Brooke her drink—a double—I handed it to her as she squeezed between customers. Minutes later, Avery returned.

  “Everything good?” I asked while pouring a Jack and Coke.

  “Yeah.” He laughed. “Women.”

  I laughed too, and then we spent the next two hours busy as fuck.

  I was starving, Brooke was tipsy, and my feet hurt. “Bored yet?” I asked, handing Brooke water.

  “You’re cutting me off?” she slurred.

  Okay, maybe she was more than a little tipsy.

  “It’s last call.”

  “Okay … So give me another!” She held up her empty glass, the ice clinking the sides.

  I motioned with my finger for her to lean over the bar. “Don’t you want to remember me fucking you?” I whispered in her ear.

  She pulled back, her emerald eyes staring into my blue ones. “Hmmm, well, since all the chicks in this place want to go home with you, I might as well live out that fantasy. I want to remember that.”

  I laughed. “You live out that fantasy every night.”

  She chuckled and looked toward a few of the women then back at me. “Yeah, but they don’t know that.”

  I leaned back over the bar and kissed her quickly then walked the few feet to where Traver was waiting for his customer’s drinks. “Hey, can you do me a solid?” I asked, grabbing a glass to pour his drinks.

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  “You take the subway, right?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded.

  “Can you take Brooke’s car home and drive it back tomorrow?”

  He looked over my shoulder toward Brooke. “Sure, no problem.”

  I scooped ice into the last glass for his drinks. “Thanks.”

  It’s not every day that I see Brooke drunk. She wasn’t supposed to drink while on her meds. Hell, she wasn’t supposed to be driving because she was on narcotics. If she were to get into an accident, it would be considered driving under the influence. I hated seeing her in pain, though. She rarely complained, but I could tell. I’d see her cringe whenever she moved her arm. She’d already been through so much—too much. I wished I could take it all away.

  “Hey,” I said, stopping next to Avery as he washed a few glasses. “You cool if I take Brooke home? I know she’s tired even if she won’t tell me.”

  “Yeah, of course. Nic’s sleeping upstairs, so no problem.”

  “Thanks. Traver’s gonna take Brooke’s car so nothing happens to it in the parking lot tonight. You’ll need to swing by and pick me up tomorrow so I can get her car.”

  “We need to hire another manager. I’m done working weekends,” he grumbled.

  “I feel the same way.” I made my way down the bar, grabbing empty glasses until I got to Brooke. I placed my elbows on the bar and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Are you ready to fulfill that fantasy?”

  She laughed as she eyed the chick next to her. “Yep.”

  “Give me your keys.” I held out my hand.

  “Why?”

  “Traver’s taking it, and I’m taking you back to my place.” I looked at the chick that Brooke kept looking at. I had no idea what she was doing, but if it was anything like last time, Brooke was up to no good and betting this chick something.

  “All right.” She dug in her purse and handed me her keys. “Are we leaving now?”

  “After I get my things from upstairs. Drink the rest of your water and I’ll be right back.”

  I ran up the stairs, opening the door quietly so as not to wake Nicole. After grabbing my keys from the top drawer of my desk, I returned to Brooke. “Ready?” I asked, coming up behind her. My dick started to stiffen as it brushed her ass and I kissed the side of her neck.

  She turned around, looking up into my eyes. “Yep.”

  I grabbed her hand, leading toward the front door. I saw a few women watching us, but I was used to them staring. Before Brooke, I would just take them up to my office and have them suck my dick, but the seven nights I spent with Brooke on the cruise had changed me, and now I never wanted any other woman except my Sup
erwoman.

  “Hey, G,” I said to Gary, one of our bouncers who manned the front doors. “I’m taking off. Can you make sure Avery and Traver get all the people out?”

  “Yeah, no problem, boss.”

  “See, you are the boss man,” Brooke slurred.

  I chuckled and shook my head as Gary laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  He nodded before I continued leading Brooke to my car.

  By the time I drove into our driveway, Brooke was asleep. I didn’t blame her. I would be asleep too if I’d drunk as much as she did. It was just enough to be tired, but not enough to be wasted. I didn’t know how she lasted as long as she did mixing medications with alcohol, but she’d made it to last call. I assumed the pills would increase the effects of the booze and she’d be flat on her ass.

  Brushing her hair away from her face, I whispered, “Baby, we’re home.”

  She groaned. “Five more minutes.”

  “Come on. The bed will be more comfortable.”

  One of her eyes cracked open. “I have a fantasy to live out.”

  I grinned. “I have an idea.”

  Both of her beautiful emerald eyes opened and looked up at me. “What’s that?”

  My smile widened. “Kill two birds with one stone.”

  She furrowed her eyebrows and leaned up. “Huh?”

  “Now that you’re awake, just follow me.”

  I got out of the car and rounded the hood to help her out. Lacing our fingers, we walked toward the door to the house. The booze in her system had seemed to subside enough that she was able to walk in her heels. Then a thought struck me.

  I led her through the house toward our bedroom without saying a word. She tried to stop at the foot of the bed, but I tugged on her hand and nudged my head toward the bathroom.

  “Can I take my shoes off first?”

  I shook my head, still not saying anything.

  Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip seductively, reading my mind. We walked the remaining steps to the bathroom, and I turned her so that her ass was against the counter.

  “This would have been a lot easier if you were in a skirt.” I grinned.