I ate her out not an hour ago, and I can’t wait to do it again.
When my lips wrap around her clit, her hips buck up, but I grip her with my hands and hold her down against the bed. Her fingers plunge into my hair, and she holds on tightly.
I hollow my cheeks and pull her pussy lips into my mouth, sucking in a pulsing motion. She digs her heels into my shoulders when I push two fingers inside her and cries out as an orgasm rips through her. Her juices flow around my fingers, and I lap them up like honey.
Fucking amazing.
I climb up her body, but before I can push inside her, she plants her hands on my chest and pushes.
“On your back, detective,” she orders with a grin.
I smile down at her, kiss her cheek and do as she directs, dragging her with me. She rears up on her knees and pulls her hands—and nails—down my chest to my cock, circles both hands along the length and begins pumping up and down, milking me, watching my face as she drives me mad.
“Ah fuck, Nic,” I mumble. “Baby, you’re gonna make me…”
Before I can finish, she smiles smugly and lowers herself to pull the crown of my cock into her mouth and sinks down until I can feel the back of her throat.
“Holy mother of fuck!” I cry out.
She bobs up and down, those lips tightening around my dick as she pulls up and sucks, her hand following the motion while the other hand cups and fondles my balls.
I fall back onto the bed and swear my eyes are crossed. Sparks flare in my vision, the room is spinning and a warm warning sets up residence at the base of my spine.
Fuck!
“Nic, if you don’t stop—ah God you’re good at that—I’m going to come, baby.”
She simply moans and continues until I grip her shoulders and pull her up the length of me, crush my mouth to hers and settle her knees on either side of my hips.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper against her.
She raises herself up, grips the base of my cock in her fist and sinks down onto me, slowly impaling herself inch by delicious inch until I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
Her head falls back, eyes closed, as she begins to raise and lower herself on me, riding me slowly, clenching that incredible cunt around my cock.
My God, she’s perfect for me in every way.
She opens her bright green eyes and smiles as she watches me, hums in happiness as I glide my hands up her thighs to her waist and guide her up and down.
Finally, I can’t stand being this far from her another moment. I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, pull her breast into my mouth and suck, sweeping my tongue over the tight nub. My hands find her ass, and I lower her on and off of me as she wraps her arms around my neck and holds on for dear life.
“Love this,” she murmurs, rocking her hips against mine, as we find a perfect rhythm as old as time.
Love you, I think to myself. Instead of being completely freaked out and fighting the compulsion to run in the other direction, my heart calms. Now I understand what drives my brothers with their women.
I get it.
“Mine,” I whisper.
“Yours,” she answers and tips her forehead against mine.
I reach between us and tease her clit with my thumb, and her pussy clenches around me, convulsing and shuddering.
“Come again for me, baby. Let go,” I murmur, crooning to her, watching her unravel around me.
Her eyes are pinned to mine as she bears down, grinds her clit against my thumb and comes apart, screaming my name and digging her nails into my shoulders.
The sweet pulses around my cock pull me in with her and over the edge, coming long and hard inside her, gripping her hips with all my strength.
She’ll have handprints there later, and I can’t bring myself to give a shit.
She’s mine.
***
“I can’t believe I let you undress me in a room full of people,” Nic mutters against my chest.
We’re lying on the bed, my hand drifting lazily up and down her back as her finger traces my abs and over the tattoo on my rib cage.
She claims to be an ass girl, but she sure has a thing for my stomach.
“I don’t think we’ll be repeating that,” I respond casually, masking the ball of unease in the belly she’s currently tracing.
“Okay,” she replies and watches me with bright eyes and flushed cheeks.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper and drag my fingers down her cheek.
“Talk to me.”
I lift an eyebrow. “What would you like to talk about?”
“Tonight. Why won’t we be repeating it?”
“Because I’m not comfortable with anyone else seeing your body.”
“But undressing me was your idea,” she reminds me, her voice exasperated.
“I know, but in hindsight, I’m not comfortable with other men seeing you.”
“So no more club?” she asks with a frown.
I grin to myself. So she enjoyed the club.
“We can go again, if you like, but there won’t be any more demonstrations.”
“What if you’re asked to demonstrate on someone else?” she asks, her body tight with worry as she waits for my response.
I tip her head back so I can look her in the eye. “I already told you, you’re the only one I want to touch.”
“But you’re a master. Don’t you teach?”
“Yes, but it’s not necessary.”
“Maybe you can demonstrate with me dressed sometimes,” she suggests and shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“You’d do that for me?” I ask, cupping her face in my hand.
“You enjoy it, Matt. The thought of you doing it with someone else brings out my catty side, so, yeah, I’d do it for you.”
I don’t know what to say. Has anyone who means this much to me ever supported me so completely?
Only Caleb, but even he can’t understand it completely, as he’s never been in the lifestyle.
In one quick motion I reverse our positions and tuck her under me, pull my hips back and slip inside her and set to work showing her what her trust and obvious love mean to me.
***
“I’m glad you’re home, man.” I clasp Caleb’s hand and lean in for a man hug, excited to see my brother.
“It’s only been two weeks, dude. Did Seattle fall apart while we were gone?”
“No, but it’s much more boring without you and the girls.”
“Uncle Matt! Mommy and Daddy are home,” Josie informs me happily, hanging on to her mom with desperate arms like she fears her mom just might slip away again.
“I know, sweetheart. I’m happy to see them, too.”
“Hey, Matt.”
“Hey, doll.” I lean in and kiss Bryn’s cheek. She looks happy. Content. “How’s the most beautiful girl in Seattle?”
“Get your own girl,” Caleb snarls, then scoops Maddie up in his arms. “I missed you, buttercup.”
“I missed you, too, Daddy.” She laughs and kisses his cheek.
“Girls, come help me unpack. I think there might be some Italian souvenirs for you in our bags.”
“Okay!” the girls exclaim and follow their mom up the stairs.
“How are you?” I ask Caleb soberly.
“Never better,” he responds, and I know he speaks the truth.
He had a rough time of it a few months ago, afraid to love that sweet woman and her daughters, but with the help of a counselor and my fist to his face, he came around and finally married Brynna.
“You both look great. Italy must have agreed with you.”
“Dominic has a helluva place.” Caleb nods. “It’s quiet and beautiful. Perfect if you want to romance a woman.”
“I’m glad you both enjoyed it.” I chuckle and watch my brother. His cheeks redden, and I tilt my head as my eyes narrow. “What’s going on?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Something’s up
. You never blush.”
“Fuck you, I’m not blushing.”
“Just say it.”
He sighs as his eyes turn to the top of the stairs. “We weren’t going to say anything for a while yet because it’s early, but Bryn’s pregnant.”
“That’s fucking awesome, bro.” I pull him in for a quick hug, truly happy for my younger brother. “How early?”
“Only a few weeks, but the sticks say she’s pregnant, so she’s going to go see a doctor next week. Don’t mention it to the rest of the family.”
“That’s your story to tell,” I reply and clap him on the shoulder. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” he replies and pulls two beers out of the fridge, pops the tops and hands one to me. “What’s up with you?”
I shrug and take a long pull on the beer. “Work. Had dinner at Will’s last week.”
Been sleeping with the woman I’m in love with since you left.
“I heard. Will said you brought the baker with you.”
“Will never could keep his damn mouth shut,” I grumble.
“Ashamed of her?”
“Fuck no!” I shake my head adamantly. “No, I just would have rather you heard it from me.”
“So what’s going on with her?”
I sigh and lean back against the countertop, trying to figure out how to form the right words.
“I’ve been sleeping with her.” But that doesn’t sound right. I’ve been more than sleeping with her. I’ve been consumed by her, falling in love with her.
“Is she okay with what you’re into?” he asks softly.
“Yeah. It’s new to her, so I’ve been honest but taking it slow. Took her to the club last weekend.” I smile as I recall her tied up in my red ropes, pulled up tall, panting and turned on. “She enjoyed herself.”
“Good. She seems like a really sweet girl.”
“She’s the best, Caleb.” My eyes find his. “She’s smart, funny, loyal. So fucking sexy.”
“You’re in love with her.”
“I am,” I reply without hesitation.
“It’s fast,” Caleb remarks, rubbing his hand over the light stubble on his square jaw.
“I know,” I reply honestly. “But it just feels right. I want to be her friend as much as I want to be her lover. She makes me laugh. I’m proud of her. She’s accomplished a lot on her own, and she’s so damn good at it.” I shrug and laugh at my brother’s stunned look. “What is that look for?”
“You’re really fucking in love with her.”
“I thought we just came to that conclusion.”
“I’m just…wow. Okay, well, that’s awesome. I want to spend some more time with her.”
“You’ll get to. I’m bringing her to Nat’s birthday party tomorrow.” I grin and take another drink of my beer. “Nic’s bringing a new cupcake recipe. She made it up just for Nat.”
“Cool.” Caleb grins, and then his face sobers as he watches me. “Just be careful, man. You’re the best person I know, and seeing you hurt is the last thing I want.”
“I don’t relish the thought of that myself.” I chuckle and shake my head. “We’re not throwing the love word around yet. We’re learning each other and enjoying our time together.”
“Good.”
“Uncle Matt! Look at our T-shirts!”
The girls come bouncing down the stairs, their dark brown ponytails flying around their heads in their excitement to show off the souvenirs their parents brought home for them.
“And backpacks, too! For our coloring books!”
“This is all very cool,” I reply. “Where is mine?”
“You don’t want a backpack,” Josie responds with a wrinkled nose.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re a big boy,” Maddie informs me. “But I’ll share.”
“I’m just teasing, darlin’.” I pick her up and kiss her cheek loudly, then bury my face in her sweet little neck and blow raspberries, making her squeal in delight.
“I love you, Uncle Matt.”
“I love you, too, baby girl.”
Chapter Eleven
~Nic~
Today is the perfect day for a pool party. The warm Seattle sun is high in the cloudless, bright blue sky. Luke Williams’—the Luke Williams of the Nightwalker movies—and his wife Natalie’s home is absolutely breathtaking. It’s a large two-story stone home that sits near the jagged Washington coastline, just north of Seattle.
We are in the backyard next to a large pool. There’s a large covered outdoor kitchen off the patio, and luxurious chaise lounges next to the pool with individual sun umbrellas to keep the hot rays off of delicate skin.
I opted to close the umbrella to get some sun on my white body, but suddenly a shadow falls over me.
I open my eyes to find Matt standing over me, clad only in black swimming trunks, opening the umbrella over me.
“Hey! You’re blocking my sun.”
“You’ve been in the sun long enough, little one. I don’t want you to burn.”
He picks me up, takes my seat on the lounge and settles me on his lap.
“This is better,” he whispers in my ear as his hand glides down my naked side to my hip.
“Did you see the new dance instructor dance yesterday afternoon before the girls’ class?” Stacy, Matt’s sister-in-law, asks Brynna, who is sitting next to her.
“No, we didn’t get there early enough. Is she good?” Brynna sits in Caleb’s lap and wraps her arms around his neck.
Matt and I are sitting with Brynna, Stacy, Meg, Mark and Caleb. Natalie, Jules and Samantha are sitting on the stone edge of the pool, dangling their feet in the water, while Will, Leo, Luke, Isaac, Nate and Dominic play water volleyball.
I’m just exceedingly proud that I remember everyone’s names. Matt’s family is large, and friendly.
Except Jules. She’s been friendly enough, but she keeps eyeing me, and I know she’s dying to ask me questions.
Maybe I should approach her.
“Oh my Gosh, good doesn’t begin to describe her!” Stacy replies to Brynna, pulling me out of my own thoughts. “She’s freaking amazing. She used to tour with some of the most famous people out there, dancing for them.”
“That’s right.” Brynna nods. “Didn’t she tour with Beyoncé for a while?”
“That’s what I heard,” Stacy confirms.
“Wait. What is this dancer’s name?” Samantha asks from her seat on the edge of the pool. Her gaze is on her brother, Mark, whose eyes are narrowed on her face.
“Meredith,” Brynna replies.
Sam cocks an eyebrow. “Did you know that bitch is back in town?” she asks Mark as he stands and jumps in the pool, joining the guys in their game.
Everyone exchanges looks of confusion, but Mark just shrugs and tosses the volleyball in the air.
“Get over it, Sam.” He serves the ball, and the other men begin to splash about, diving for the ball.
Good God, I’m surrounded by the hottest men in the world.
Luke Williams is just plain hot. I’ve known that for years. He was once named the Sexiest Man Alive in one of the most popular magazines in the country. But the other guys are just as beautiful.
Nate McKenna is as dark as Luke is fair. His long hair is pulled back with a leather strap at the nape of his neck. He has tribal tattoos that swirl down his arm and over one side of his chest. His gray eyes are intense, but when he looks at his Jules, his expression transforms into one of pure love.
Mark Williams is a mirror image of his older brother, if not even more good-looking, which I didn’t know was possible. He’s tall and fair and has startling blue eyes. He also seems to be carefree and fun.
The Montgomery brothers are all simply amazing specimens of male. Their hair ranges in shades of light brown to blond, but they all share those Montgomery blue eyes. Even Dominic, who is half-Italian and shares only a father with the other guys, has the ice-blue gaze like his half brothers.
An
d, of course, Leo Nash is the rock star of my fantasies.
And they’re all shirtless, muscled and belong on the pages of a calendar.
But the women are just as beautiful and fun.
“I like your tattoos,” Natalie says to me, pointing to my shoulder and side as she joins us, lowering herself onto an umbrella-covered chaise. She tugs at her black tankini with a frown. “I thought this damn thing would cover my belly.”
“How are you feeling, little mama?” Matt asks softly and rests his hand on Nat’s growing belly.
“I’m good,” she confirms. “I’ve been having a little back pain, but I think it’s just because this little guy is growing.”
“She’s being stubborn,” Luke calls from the pool after volleying the ball over the net. “I keep telling her to go to the hospital, but she says no. I’m going to pick her up and take her, whether she wants to go or not.”
“Maybe you should go,” Matt agrees and frowns at her. His hand is still resting on her belly, and his blue eyes are soft.
He’d be an excellent daddy.
Panic takes hold of my heart and makes my mouth go dry. I can’t give him this.
Good job, I fell in love with him and I can’t give him everything he deserves to have in a woman.
“I’m fine,” Nat insists. “It’s growing pains, that’s all. Trust me, I’ve done this before.”
“Hey, ace, how about I jump in there and show you how it’s done?” Jules calls out to Nate when he misses the ball.
“You’re not playing, Julianne, and that’s that,” he replies.
“I can swim while pregnant,” she reminds him with a pout. “We have a long road ahead of us, ace. Don’t start putting limits on me now.”
“You can swim,” Isaac agrees. “But you can’t play contact sports, brat.”
“You could get hit with an elbow,” Matt agrees. “We don’t want you to get hurt, bean.”
“Now you’re all ganging up on me?” Jules asks incredulously. “C’mon, girls, help me out here.”
“Sorry,” Meg responds with a smile. “I agree.”
“You all suck.”
We all laugh at her, and I feel the panic from earlier start to recede. I just need to keep my eye on the ball. This is fun, nothing more.
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