DISCOVERY (Esquire Black Duet Book 1)

by Hayley Faiman

  “Santino’s Pizzeria,” a voice answers.

  “Hey, I need an order for delivery,” I begin.

  I then order a large pizza. Without thinking of what she may want, I order my favorite—chicken and veggie pie.

  I’m always careful about what I eat, knowing that if I eat what I want all of the time, then my hours spent working out are fucking pointless.

  Glancing over at Brooklyn, I almost laugh when I see her gag at my order. Deciding she won’t eat if I only order one, I reach over and squeeze her leg as I say I’d like another large pizza.

  No way her body was built on grilled chicken and veggie pie. I have a feeling my girl wants all the fixings, and I’m perfectly fine with that. She can have whatever keeps her tits and ass the way they are right now.

  With a huge smile, she proudly calls out for a, “Mexican pizza, please.”

  After I give them my credit card information, of which I have memorized, I end the call.

  “Chicken?” she asks after a few moments of silence.

  “Mexican pizza?” I reply, trying not to laugh.

  “Don’t tell me you have something against Italian sausage, jalapeños, olives, and salsa. I’ll take your Californian card away,” she states as I signal and use the off-ramp to take my exit.

  I don’t hold back my laugh. “I like all those things, but on pizza? Fuck no.”

  “You essentially ordered a chicken salad on pizza dough. That’s just wrong,” she murmurs as I turn down my street.

  Once I hit my garage door opener and pull my car safely inside. I glance to the side of my garage at my pickup and grin, she’s safe and sound like she should be.

  Closing the garage door behind us, I switch the engine off. Then I turn to face her.

  “Kitten, you eat whatever the fuck you feel like eating. As long as your ass and tits stay just like they are, I’m not going to say dick to you about your food.”

  She freezes at my words. Ignoring her, I open the door. I watch as she looks down at her tits before I wrench open the door, then she lifts her head and looks back up to me.

  “You didn’t just say that to me,” she whispers.

  I ignore her words and head to the back of the car to get her shit. She’s standing at my house entrance door, waiting for me. I bite the corner of my lip, trying not to laugh at her feigned outrage.

  Making my way toward her, I don’t open the door or make any other move as I stand right in front of her. Her head tips back and her pretty amber eyes look right up at me.

  I use my free hand to slide around to her lower back and pull her against my body, feeling those full, soft tits that I mentioned earlier, against my chest.

  “I’m not sure what’s happening here,” she points out, her irritation suddenly dissipating.

  I don’t respond with words. Leaning down instead, I press my lips against hers and slip my tongue inside of her warm mouth.

  If she doesn’t know what’s going on, then I’m going to have to show her. My cock hardens at the idea of showing her everything I want—everything I need. It hardens at just the simple thought of… teaching her.

  Chapter Seven

  LUCAS

  Watching Brooklyn consume the pizza she chose, and then her margarita, is pretty fucking amazing. I don’t take women out, so watching a woman eat is something foreign to me.

  We’ve been sitting on my sofa for about an hour, unwinding with cocktails. Well, her with a margarita and me with a whiskey.

  I actually enjoy talking to her. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a one-on-one conversation with a woman who isn’t my client, my mother, or Peg. The concept is completely alien, but she’s easy and comfortable to be around.

  Brooklyn is funny, smart, and a knockout—a combination I haven’t had a lot of in my life since law school.

  There’s something about her that continues to call to me. Something that begs me to know more of her. I simply can’t walk away from her, not yet at least.

  Once we’re finished eating, I grab the boxes of food and take them into the kitchen. I’ve just set the boxes down on my counter and am pulling out some plastic bags when she makes her way into the room.

  She doesn’t say anything, but when my eyes catch hers, she looks completely off and about as upset as she did when she received that phone call earlier.

  “Brooklyn?” I ask, setting the plastic bag down and turning toward her.

  I watch as she shakes her head and then tears start to stream down her cheeks. As I’m taking a step near her, she lets out a blood-curdling scream. It’s so fucking loud, I wonder if my neighbors heard her.

  I don’t stay away from her, I continue to approach her. I wrap her in my arms, holding her close to me. I don’t do crying women, not ever.

  The last time a female cried in my arms, it was my sister. I beat the shit out of the boy who made her do it, too. I’ve never given emotional support to someone before.

  I don’t know how, but I’m going to try, for Brooklyn I’m willing to try. Seeing her so upset breaks my goddamn heart.

  Running my hand up and down her back, I hold her tight against me. Her small fingers grasp my shirt and I feel her tears soaking into the fabric.

  “Kitten, you have to talk to me,” I urge.

  Brooklyn tips her head back and looks up at me. Her face is wet with tears, splotchy, and red. Her lips are swollen, and it irritates me that it’s from crying and not from my lips. Then she sucks in a breath.

  “I don’t want anyone to hurt me, Lucas. I’m so scared,” she admits on a whimper.

  It kills me, absolutely kills me. She sounds so small and helpless. Bending down slightly, I shift and slide my arm beneath her knees. My other arm wraps around her back, and I pick her up, cradling her.

  She throws her arms around my shoulders and whimpers, again. She tries to pull away from me, but I keep her close to my body, tightening my hold on her.

  I walk toward my bedroom, ignoring the pizza that isn’t in plastic bags, that isn’t in my fridge or the boxes that are littering my counter.

  Both things that would drive me insane on a normal night. Once we’re in my room, I gently release her to the ground.

  “Nothing is going to happen to you,” I state, holding onto her waist tightly with one hand, and the other gripping the side of her neck.

  Brooklyn looks at me with wide eyes and gives me a hesitant nod. “Kitten, nothing will happen to you,” I repeat. “You’re here, with me. Nobody can touch you.”

  I watch as her eyes dart from side-to-side. “Lucas, I’m really scared. I’ve never, ever been through anything like this before. They know where I live,” she murmurs. “The thought makes me want to scream and run, far, far away.”

  My fingers flex against her, and I shake my head. “They will not hurt you,” I grunt, pulling her a bit closer and pressing my forehead against hers. “I’m right here. You’re in my house.”

  She inhales deeply and then lets her breath out. “I’m unable to stop imagining that they’re watching my every move. That they’re lying in wait for me.” Her body starts to tremble in my arms.

  “Go get your pajamas on and come to bed,” I murmur. She tries to take a step back, but I don’t let her, lifting my head from hers. “To sleep, Brooklyn, just to sleep.”

  “Okay,” she whispers.

  * * *

  There’s something soft pressed against me, something soft and warm. I move my hand up smooth fabric until it’s wrapped in the back of silky strands of hair, gently gripping those strands with my fingertips, without even having to open my eyes, memories from last night flood my mind and harden my cock.

  She freaked the fuck out. I’d been anticipating it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t wait until after we’d fucked. So, for the first time since I was a teenager, I slept with a woman without touching her.

  I actually slept-slept with a woman. I can’t remember a woman even spending the night in my bed, let alone sleeping with one I didn’t fuck. It’s an o
dd sensation—to be so concerned with her well-being that my dick and desires took a backseat.

  That shit has never happened to me, not ever. That shit ends now. I have her in my bed, her sweet, lush, curvy body was pressed against mine all night long, and now it’s Saturday morning. I don’t have anywhere to be, and if she does, she’s canceling.

  I slide my other hand around her hip to grab her supple ass over her thin shorts. I gently roll her onto her back and hold my body above hers, touching my lips to her neck, I gently roll my hips against her lower stomach.

  Brooklyn lets out a throaty moan as I make my way down her neck, kissing and sucking her skin with each movement. My cock wants inside of her warmth. I’ve been imagining how hot and tight her pussy is for days now.

  “Lucas,” she moans as her hands wrap around my biceps.

  I growl at the sound of my name coming from her sleepy voice, her sweet body lying in my bed, and me above her.

  “Spread your legs, kitten,” I order against her skin.

  Without hesitation, she does, and I can’t control my groan at the feeling of her warm center pressed against my hard cock.

  The thin material of my boxer briefs and her shorts shield nothing. She hitches her legs up around my hips, and I groan again.

  “Kitten, you can’t do that,” I rasp as she rolls her hips.

  I’m about to come in my goddamn boxers. I feel like I’m in junior high school all over again. She doesn’t speak, obviously not caring that I’m about to blow my load.

  Her hands moving from my biceps to around my back, holding me tightly. Her short nails press against my skin, and her back arches, giving me more access to her neck.

  “How long has it been since a man made you come, kitten?” I ask against her flesh as my lips lick and suck her.

  She makes a noise but doesn’t answer me, she doesn’t really need to. I smile against her neck as I squeeze her ass. I know desire and need when I see it. She needs to come. She needs me to make her come.

  I release her and slide my hand around the waist of her shorts. Slipping my hand between the waistband and dragging my fingers over her panties.

  I press against the center of her wet cotton covered pussy, groaning at how wet her panties are.

  “Show me those pretty tits, kitten,” I growl.

  She hesitates for only a moment before she lifts her shirt over her naked breasts, and I moan as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and press my finger against her panty covered clit.

  My teeth gently nip her peaked nipple, and she lets out a long moan as she arches her chest closer to my face. Shifting the center of her panties aside, I let my knuckle graze her warm, wet center.

  “Oh, God,” she groans.

  I kiss over to her other breast. Just as I’m sucking her other nipple between my teeth, I feel her hand slip beneath the waistband of my boxers before she wraps it around my cock and squeezes. I let out a long moan at how good her small hand feels wrapped around me.

  “Tighter, and stay just like that. Don’t move,” I instruct.

  She nods, and I can’t help the smile that plays on my lips. She’s exactly the way I thought she’d be—my good girl.

  Using my hips, I thrust in her hand as I simultaneously fill her tight cunt with two of my fingers, pressing my thumb against her clit.

  She lifts to meet my fingers’ stroke, and I bite the sensitive flesh on the underside of her breast. With a cry, her body stills.

  “Relax for me, kitten,” I murmur against her skin before I lick the place my teeth just sank into.

  She moans and lets out a small sigh as my tongue slides over the place I caused pain.

  Curling my fingers inside of her, that spot inside of her that I know will drive her insane. She gasps, at the same time, my thumb adds pressure to her clit.

  “When you come, I want you to say my name. Other than that, stay silent, kitten,” I whisper, lifting my eyes to look up at her.

  I watch as her teeth sink into her bottom lip and she nods once, her face flush and pink.

  “Good girl,” I grin.

  Her eyes widen and her smile broadens at my words. Fuck me, she really likes it. She’s too much—too fucking perfect.

  I can feel her pussy flutter around my fingers, and I hold back a groan as I continue to pump my hips, my cock still grasped by her soft hand.

  Goddamn, she feels good, better than I’ve had, and I’m only fucking her hand. I can’t wait to sink inside of her tight little pussy.

  When her cunt clamps down around me, she lifts her head from the pillow, her eyes wide with surprise. Then she opens her mouth and I almost don’t hear her as she breathes my name. It’s the sexiest fucking sound in the whole goddamn world.

  I keep my fingers buried inside of her as I sit up. Her hand falls from my cock, and I take over, jacking myself until I find my release.

  I watch as my cum shoots out across her gorgeous, full tits. I cover her skin with my cum.

  I’m breathing heavily once I’m finished, and I slip my fingers from her tight, warm heat.

  Using my fingers that are wet from her cunt, I spread my release all over her breasts, completely coating her with the mixture of our climaxes.

  Then, I collapse to the side of her body, my hand wrapping around her waist. Turning my head, I watch as she goes from being bold in the moment, to being shy.

  Her cheeks pink with embarrassment. It’s too goddamn cute, is what it is.

  I haven’t had a shy woman anywhere near my cock in years.

  It’s refreshing.

  BROOKLYN

  Lucas is just watching me. He doesn’t say anything, his eyes searching my face as I lie here with his cum smeared over my breasts. I don’t know what to do or say.

  Not only has it been so long since I’ve done anything remotely close to this, it’s also extremely out of character for me. I hardly know the man, and I slept with him all night long, in his bed. Then we did…this.

  Granted, he took care of me last night. I had a near panic attack. I can’t believe that I just stood there and screamed, then cried. But he was there holding me the entire evening and telling me that everything would be okay.

  I felt safe in his arms and in his home. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so protected and cared for by a man before. There’s something about him, something I can’t quite put my finger on, but I feel at ease with him.

  I don’t know why I’m being so accepting of his advances this morning. Safe or not, feelings aside, I have never done anything like this with a man before. I’ve never allowed a man to control me the way that he has.

  I just did what he told me to. I spread my legs, and I let him touch me.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  Lucas’ hand comes out as he rolls to his side to face me and cup my cheek. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmurs softly as his thumb slides across the apple of my cheek.

  I feel my face heat as his eyes roam over my face. “Morning,” I whisper. “I’ve never—I’ve never done anything like that with someone I’ve just met before,” I blurt.

  His eyes smile before his lips curve up. “Yeah, kitten, I got that.” His voice is soft and raspy, nothing like the asshole tone I’m used to from him. I hold my breath as he leans forward and presses his lips to mine, giving me a chaste kiss.

  “Shower while I make you breakfast,” he murmurs against my mouth.

  Before I can even blink, he’s gone, his underwear pulled up over his hips and his gorgeous ass sauntering away from me.

  Hurrying into the bathroom, I grab my bag on the way. Once I slip inside, I lock the door behind me.

  Closing my eyes, I turn on the light. I take in a deep breath before I reopen them and chance a look at myself in the mirror.

  I gasp at the state of—me. My hair is a ratted, tattered up mess. My shirt is lifted over my breasts, and they’ve got Lucas’ cum sliding down them. It has started to turn white as it’s begun to dry. I wrinkle my nose at the sight.


  My shorts are all twisted and, essentially, I look like a fucking hot mess.

  But as my eyes scan my face, there’s a smile there, a smile I can’t force off of my lips. A smile Lucas Black, Esquire Asshole, put there.

  “I am so fucked,” I whisper.

  I shake my head and avert my gaze from my reflection before turning to the shower. I fiddle with the knobs until I find the hot water, and then a fucking rain showerhead turns on. I sigh.

  Shit.

  Lucas is so far out of my league that it’s ridiculous. He’s got a fancy office in a super nice building. He’s a partner, for heaven’s sake. He drives a freaking Ferrari.

  I work in public service, and maybe by the time I’m fifty, I’ll have my student loans paid off—maybe.

  Stepping into the warm shower, I look around his bathroom as I rinse off. It’s almost as big as my entire bedroom at my condo. I need to get the hell away from him. He’s going to chew me up and spit me out, times ten.

  Unable to stop my perusal of his bathroom, my eyes scan the floors. They’re a warm chestnut wood, the cabinets white with white marble countertops that have a soft gray veining running through them.

  I place my hand on the shower wall and notice that it’s the exact marble that’s on the countertops.

  It’s the fanciest bathroom I’ve ever showered in. My eyes skirt over to the tub, and I almost whimper. It’s one of those freestanding European bathtubs.

  It’s rectangular in shape, and it looks heavenly. Then my eyes catch the black wrought iron and crystal chandelier hanging over the top.

  Holy shit, I need to get the hell out of here. I know that if I don’t leave soon, I’ll want to stay.

  Not only is this bathroom amazing, but Lucas makes me feel warm, sexy, and safe—the worst combination ever.

  This man should not make me feel any of those things. He’s a playboy, a man that will use and lose me before I’ve realized what’s happened.

  But then there’s the simple fact that I could fall in love with him. It could happen, and it would be easy enough, if things continued like they did last night and this morning. The thought is terrifying.