“Let’s go.”
“I wanna see it!” Stacy is bouncing in her seat, clapping her hands.
“What do you wanna see?” Bryn asks as we resume our seats.
I feel Matt’s gaze on me, but I’ll be damned if I’ll meet it right now.
Or explain myself.
Fuck.
“I wanted a piercing.” Meg shrugs as she climbs into Will’s lap.
“Eyebrow, ear, nose, belly button.” Leo is pointing passionately at each area as he shouts them out to her. “Are all acceptable piercings.”
“Maybe I’ll get my clit pierced,” Brynna whispers, just for me.
I do my best to ignore her. She loves getting a rise out of me.
Literally.
“That’s not what I wanted,” Meg responds with a grin.
“Jesus.” Leo pulls his hand down his face and laughs. “I don’t ever, ever need to know stuff like this about you.”
“Hey,” Will interrupts. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
“So, back to orgasms,” Stacy begins, and before I can stop myself, I jump to my feet, my arms slashing back and forth.
“No! No, no, no! No orgasm talk tonight.”
“I could talk about orgasms,” Mark offers.
“No! I’m serious.” I glare about the room at all of the women. Any more talk about sex or orgasms tonight will be the end of me.
“Okay, guys, we’ll discuss the O during girls’ night.” Sam smiles sweetly at me, and I could kiss her.
“How are the living arrangements working out?” Matt asks as I sit back down.
“Fine.” I shrug and take a sip of my now-warm beer.
“He’s nice to the girls,” Brynna replies softly and offers me a warm smile, and for the first time in hours, days, my stomach settles.
I grin down at her and rest my hand on her knee. “They’re easy to be nice to.”
“No kid talk,” Stacy announces. “We agreed. We’re pretending we’re young with no responsibilities.”
Isaac kisses her cheek and wraps an arm around his wife.
“I am young with no responsibilities,” Mark reminds us. “I recommend it.”
“Right, ’cause you hate kids.” Sam waves her youngest brother off. “You can’t stand holding Livie.”
“I love her. And then she goes home, and I go find a warm body for the night.” He winks at his sister smugly.
Sounds like Mark and I used to have a lot in common.
Now the idea of going out to find a quick lay makes me sick to my stomach.
Brynna’s small hand covers my own on her knee as the conversation continues to swirl around us, the girls laughing and teasing the guys.
I fucking love my family. They are my best friends, and Brynna is a part of this, not just because she’s Stacy’s cousin, but because she’s become one of us.
I’ll be damned if I’ll screw this up for her. I’m too fucked up for anything long term, and she deserves nothing less.
“Shit, now I want chocolate,” Brynna mutters and bites her luscious lip.
I want to bite that lip.
“Do you have chocolate?” Jules asks Natalie.
“I live here, girls, and I’m pregnant. Of course there’s chocolate! Follow me!”
All of the girls jump up eagerly and follow Nat into the kitchen.
“What is it about chocolate?” Nate asks and crosses his arms over his chest as he watches his wife stumble about Nat’s kitchen.
“It’s like crack to women, man.” Matt checks his phone quickly and then shoves it back in his pocket.
“We have chocolate ice cream, Kisses, brownies and whipped cream,” Nat says.
I glance over at Luke and grin. He’s got the goofiest smile on his face as he watches his wife disperse the chocolate amongst the women.
He’s turned into such a pussy.
And why the fuck am I just a little jealous?
“I am so in love with you right now,” Jules tells Nat, “I want to lay you out on this countertop and eat this shit off of you.”
“Don’t mind us, we’ll just watch,” Nate calls out, earning a jab in the ribs from Matt.
“Dude,” I exclaim, my eyes wide and hands out as if to say, What the fuck?
Nate just grins back at me smugly. “Not my sisters,” he reminds me.
Fucker.
“Oh my God, so good.” Bryn moans as she leans that perfect ass against the countertop and chews a bite of brownie.
Damn, that’s what she’ll sound like when I’m inside her.
I drop my face to my hands and scrub hard.
“I wish I had your boobs,” I hear Sam say and raise my head to see who she’s talking to.
Of course, she’s talking to Bryn.
“Right.” She smirks and takes another bite of brownie.
“Dude, I do!” And just like that, Sam saunters across the room and cups Brynna’s tit in her palm. “See? You have the perfect boobs. Stace, have you felt her boobs?”
Just kill me. Put a bullet in my head and end the agony.
“Oh yeah.” Stacy waves her off. “She has great tits.”
She has amazing tits.
“I wanna feel!” Jules bounces over and joins in.
“Give me more chocolate, and you can touch all you want.” Brynna laughs and then glances over at me. “This is the most action I’ve had in months.”
“Motherfucking son of a whore.” I grumble.
“Is Brynna single?” Mark asks Will.
“Keep your fucking hands off her,” I growl at him before I know what’s coming out of my mouth.
“Hey.” He holds his hands up in surrender and laughs. “It was just an innocent question.”
As the girls all quietly gossip and occasionally look our way, giving away the fact that they are most likely talking about us, Matt leans in and murmurs quietly, “What are you doing, man?”
“Don’t worry about it,” I respond and shake my head.
“You need to think long and hard about this. Brynna is special.”
“You think I don’t know that?” I laugh humorlessly and shake my head again, then look my older brother square in the eye. “She deserves much more than anything I can give her.”
“I didn’t say that.” Matt’s hands and jaw clench in frustration. “Just think about it before you start something.”
I nod and look back over at the beautiful, tall woman laughing and nodding with Meg and Sam.
I would kill for her.
And her girls.
And not just because of the situation she’s in.
God help me.
Suddenly, the girls are singing and dancing about the kitchen, catching our attention again. They are a blur of arms and hair and bodies moving with the music, all about a girl asking who made someone the king of anything.
I don’t know the song, but the girls seem to, as they know every single word.
Almost as though we’re one person, we all stand and gather in a semicircle, watching our girls, all of us with those stupid grins back on our faces.
These women are incredible.
When the song ends, we applaud loudly, whistling and catcalling, and the women laugh as they bow deeply, if a bit wobbly.
“Encore!” Mark yells out. “With less clothes. Except you, Sam, keep your shit on.”
“We’re a one-song show, guys. Sorry.” Sam laughs.
The guys gather their women one at a time, making noise about it being late and needing to get home.
Our parents are babysitting all of the kids tonight, but it is getting late, and I need to make my late-night check of Brynna’s house. I glance over to Brynna to find her watching me with wide, brown eyes. I hold my hand out for her, and she hesitantly joins me, linking her fingers through my own.
“Ready?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah.”
“We’re out, too,” I announce as we make our goodbyes. Matt catches my gaze and raises a brow, gesturing down to our linked
hands.
I pull Brynna toward the door and flip him off behind my back, earning a belly laugh from my brother.
Brynna and the girls live in Natalie’s old house, just up the street from where Nat and Luke live now in the Alki neighborhood of Seattle. The drive is short and quiet.
“I don’t know why you’re mad,” I murmur, breaking the silence. “You got off.”
To my utter shock, she reaches over the console and grips my cock firmly in her palm. “I’d be happy to return the favor, but you keep telling me no.”
I pluck her hand off my crotch and return it to her own lap.
“The answer is going to stay no, Brynna.”
“Fine.” She raises her chin, but I can see the shimmer of tears in her eyes, and my gut clenches. “I refuse to beg for sex ever again.”
I pull up to her house and throw the car into park.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m going to take a shower.” She slams out of my car and walks swiftly up to the house.
“I haven’t checked—”
“Fuck it!” She turns back to me, her face furious, and then shakes her head, unlocks the door and steps inside. “It’s fine. I need a shower. Stay away from me for a while, Caleb.”
She disappears inside. I know I should chase after her, but I need a break. I take a deep breath of the crisp winter air and walk around the house, satisfied when all seems normal, and then go inside. I make my way around the house, checking locks and windows, and work my way upstairs. The girls’ room is quiet and too still without them in their beds.
I’ve been away from them for five damn hours, and I already miss them.
What are they all doing to me?
Entering the master bedroom, I can hear the shower running in the bathroom and am surprised to hear Brynna singing.
I walk silently to the doorway and lean my shoulder against the jamb, cross my arms and listen to her sweet, slightly off-key voice. The shower has glass doors, gone foggy from the steamy shower. I can see her body through the blurry glass, see her lean back and let the water run over her hair, her ass and breasts pushed out, and my dick is officially the hardest it’s ever been in my life.
“I hate to break it to you, babe, but I’m not drowning. There’s no one here to save.”
Oh, sweetheart. Someone is definitely drowning.
Me.
Chapter Five
~Brynna~
What is wrong with him?
What is wrong with me?
I just don’t buy the whole, “You’re too close to my family and I have to protect you” line he keeps giving me.
If he doesn’t want me, he needs to just grow a pair and say so. I don’t need his pity orgasms.
As I finish shaving one leg, I pause and stare at the tile.
Is that what it was in Luke’s office? A pity orgasm? ’Cause if that’s the case, I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
Finishing the other leg, I rinse and lean back to wash my hair, absentmindedly humming.
Maybe I should just insist that he go. I can protect the girls, or I can go stay with my parents if need be.
Although, if we really are in danger, I will do whatever it takes to make sure the danger stays as far away from them as possible.
Maybe Matt would come stay.
Just as I rinse the last of the soap from my hair, the glass door to the shower is flung open, and I’m pushed against the tile, Caleb pressed against me, still dressed.
He holds my face in his hands, panting, eyes on fire and looks like he’s waging his own private war inside.
It tears my heart out.
“Caleb,” I murmur and run my fingers through his hair as he slowly closes his eyes. “You’re getting wet.”
“Don’t care.” He leans his forehead against mine. His hands glide from my face to my shoulders and down to cup my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I moan long and low.
“You’re confusing me,” I whisper and tilt my head back as his teeth scrape along my neck.
“Me, too,” he whispers back, then plants his lips on my ear and whispers, “But I want you, Brynna. I can’t stop it.”
“Stop trying,” I urge him and try to tug the heavy, wet T-shirt off his back, but he suddenly drops to his knees and pulls my leg up over his shoulder. I gasp and lean one hand against the adjacent wall to steady myself.
“Can’t get enough of this,” he murmurs against me, and suddenly that talented mouth is sucking and pulling at my center, and the world explodes in stars.
“Who knew that could feel so damn good?”
He stops and looks up at me, his face wet and dripping and incredulous.
“No one has ever done this to you before?”
I bite my lip and shake my head shyly.
His eyes clench closed, and when he opens them, they’re focused on my pussy.
“Your pussy is so beautiful, Bryn. I can’t stop licking it.” And just like that he leans in and runs his tongue from between my labia, up over my clit and back down again. “You are delicious.”
“I want to taste you,” I mutter and reach for him, but he pulls my hands into his and pins them to the wall at my hips.
“Later.”
“Caleb.” I pout and feel him grin against my center.
“You can taste me later.” He kisses my inner thigh, leaving bite marks as he does. “Love your legs. You have the longest fucking legs I’ve ever seen.”
“Too long,” I mutter and squeal when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Perfect,” he corrects me and kisses up my body to my nipples, pulling and worshiping them with his tongue. “And Sam’s right, you know. You have amazing tits.”
My giggle turns into a groan when he sinks a finger into me, my leg still propped on his forearm, keeping me open wide to him.
If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I will lose my damn mind.
“Take your clothes off,” I demand, but am met with deaf ears as he continues to assault my pussy with his hand and my breasts with his mouth. A warm pressure sets up camp at the base of my spine as I feel the orgasm build, just like it did earlier in Luke’s office.
I’d never had an orgasm like that in my life.
“Oh damn,” I moan and thrust my pelvis harder against his hand. “Caleb!”
“Yes, baby, give it up.”
I come apart as he sucks a nipple into his mouth hard and presses a second finger in to join the first. The only thing I hear is the pounding of my heart in my ears and the rush of blood leaving my head. We are both panting and needy, clinging to each other.
“More,” he growls and begins pumping those fingers in and out of me harder, faster, sending me directly into another long orgasm, making me scream out his name.
He pulls back and stands, shuts off the water and peels the wet, clingy clothes off his hard body. When he turns to grab towels, I see a tattoo on his left shoulder blade and another high on his right bicep.
When he turns back to me, his cock is long and full, standing at full attention. I lick my lips at the idea of getting my hands, and lips, on his beautiful dick.
Every inch of him is just plain amazing.
He brusquely runs a towel over himself, wiping most of the water away, and then pulls me out of the shower and wraps me gently in a long bath blanket, running his hands up and down my body, letting the thick material soak up the water before he tosses it aside, lifts me in his arms, and sets off toward the bedroom.
“Round two.” He smiles widely, his amazing dimples creasing in his cheeks, and I kiss his cheek, inhaling his musky male scent.
“My turn to drive you crazy?” I ask.
“Not yet.” He kisses my forehead and lays me gently in the middle of the bed.
“Caleb.” I catch his hand in mine and kiss his knuckles, brushing over tiny white scars with my thumb. “I seriously think it’s your turn to get off.”
“Brynna,” he murmurs and settles himself between my thighs, his
naked pelvis resting against my own, brushing wet strands of hair away from my face. “Watching you come is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He grins as I gasp.
“Trust me, I’m getting off on getting you off. We have all night. The kids won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, right?”
“Yeah.” I nod.
“Let’s enjoy each other, baby.”
His voice is thick and hot with lust, and his eyes are bright as they stare into my own. How did I ever doubt that he wants me? It’s written all over that incredible face of his.
“I do enjoy you,” I tell him with a grin and run my fingertips down his back to his ass. “And your ass.”
“My ass?” he asks with a laugh.
“Oh yeah, you have a great ass.” The muscles flex under my palms as he lifts and begins to slide down my body.
“I’m glad you approve.” He winks at me and sits back on his heels, dragging his hand from my sternum, down my cleavage to my belly. His face sobers as he watches himself touch me. “Your skin is so soft.”
“As you can see, I have post-baby body,” I inform him and smile when his eyes meet mine.
“Don’t tell me you’re self-conscious.”
“No.” I wave him off and enjoy the way he’s taking me in. “It is what it is. I had two babies in here.” I rest my hands on my belly. “It took a toll. My body won’t ever be what it was before them, but I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.”
“Don’t cover yourself.” He pulls my hands off my belly and kisses them both and then leans down and plants sweet kisses over my stomach and down to my pubis. “Your long body is sexy, Bryn. I love how tall you are.”
I grin down at him. “I love how tall you are. It means I can wear heels when I’m around you and you’re still taller than me.”
“I fucking love it when you wear heels,” he growls and settles down the bed so he can play with my pussy. “They make your legs look ten miles long.”
“Caleb, if you go down on me again right now, my body will implode. I really want you inside me.”
He ignores me, kissing the insides of my thighs and nuzzling my lips with his nose, making me squirm.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
“Well?” I ask but sigh when he shoves his hands under my ass and tilts my pelvis up, giving him better access to me.