Public (Private Book 2)

by Xavier Neal

  We hit him with similar sarcastic expressions.

  A soft smirk appears on my face, and I turn back to J.T. “Steven is still in isolation.”

  “He’s not better yet?”

  I shrug again. “He’s getting there….”

  Raquel’s words tumble around my mind once more. During my closing duties, I convinced myself this wouldn’t be as shitty as I was imagining. Calen slightly defused my dismay by reminding me it’s just an evaluation visit not a guaranteed transfer, yet during the drive home I just kept imagining what it would be like to go to work every day and not have him around. The thought caused my nausea point to reach pull over and puke levels. Thankfully, our penthouse isn’t that far from work. The urge to vomit seemed to disappear again on the elevator ride up, but there’s no telling when it’ll hit next. It’s been coming in odd waves.

  My fingers fidget with my messy hair. “They um….They’re sending us down to The K&T Institute this weekend to check on a possible mate for him.”

  J.T.’s mouth drops to reply when Wes’ viciously bites, “You can’t go.”

  Sure that I misheard him, I roll my head back his direction. “What?”

  He sets his beer bottle down on the low to the ground coffee table with a thud. “You can’t go.”

  “Are we suddenly playing Monopoly? Will I not be collecting my $200 dollars either?”

  There’s another stifled chuckle out of J.T. but Wes’ attention stays planted on me.

  “It’s not a joke, Brynley. I need you with me at the Morgan Event this weekend.”

  My eyebrows pull tightly together. “And I just told you I have to work.”

  “This is important.”

  “And my fucking job isn’t?”

  “That’s not what I said-”

  “That’s exactly what you fucking said.”

  Wes’ voice takes a harsh tone. “Don’t fucking put words in my mouth! I hate when people put words in my mouth!”

  Despite the fact I know I should calm down and defuse the situation, I seem incapable of it. “Yeah, well I hate when you fucking make camellia tea before bed, but it doesn’t stop it from happening.”

  His body shoots to the edge of the couch. “Why the fuck is everything suddenly a joke to you?”

  “Why the fuck is everything so fucking crucial to you?”

  The tension in the air rises until it’s too thick to continue to breathe. Our locked eyes and equally aggravated dispositions create an unbearable atmosphere.

  I shoot to my feet being the first to bow out of our stalemate. “You know what? Since I’m not drowning my emotions in beer, I am going to drown them in our hot tub.” With a sneer, I add, “And also mentally drown you.”

  He darts his eyebrows down. “That’s mature.”

  “I could actually drown you, but believe it or not, orange is not an encouraged shade in my color wheel despite my Aquaman acquainted nature.”

  During my march out of the room, I don’t bother making further eye contact with Wes. Almost as soon as I’m in our bedroom a conversation between the two of them begins. Rather than waste time trying to eavesdrop, I ditch my blue uniform shirt, khaki shorts, and tennis shoes for my black bikini.

  If J.T. weren’t here I would just slip into it naked and really upset Wes.

  A slightly vindictive idea pops into my head at the same time I grab my towel.

  Strutting back through the living room for the balcony doors, I make note of J.T.’s exiting behavior. “Enjoy your dip. Don’t try to make any calls to Atlantis for reinforcements. The argument wasn’t that severe.”

  The mirth in his tone receives him a wink.

  Wes’ scowl deepens on a snarl.

  Once I’m on the other side of the glass doors to the balcony, I saunter my way over to the in-ground hot tub that is perpendicular to the pool and slide in.

  I wait until Wes is walking my direction before wiggling out of my string bikini bottoms. He catches sight of them being tossed out of the water, and his face immediately pains. When he finally steps outside, I undo the strings to my halter top, and toss it the same direction as the bottoms.

  He swallows what I imagine to be desire and casually adjusts his stiffening cock. His hands slide into his black suit pockets at the same time he peers down at me. “Are you punishing me?”

  Slowly, I move to a better position for him to gawk at what he wants but won’t be having. “Yes.”

  My full tits peek right above the water, and Wes is incapable of holding back his growl.

  I flash him a triumphant smirk.

  “If I come closer are you going to make this conversation harder?”

  A wicked grin crosses my lips, and I dramatically stroke my chest. “Maybe.”

  His silent whimper extends the expression. He shakes his head, mutters something under his breath, and rolls up his pant legs. Afterwards, he parks himself on the edge of the tub and lets his legs fall into the water. “I need to ask you something, Bryn. And I need you to be completely honest with me.”

  Instinctively, my body tenses.

  People say that shit all the time, and they never really want honesty. They want the sugar coated, softened version. I’m not really good at those. If you ask me if you look fat in that dress and you happened to look like the manatee I was cooing at earlier in the day, I’m gonna tell ya that.

  “Do you think this merger is a mistake?”

  The question drags my eyebrows down. “What?”

  “Our merger with the Morgan brand. Do you think it’s a mistake?”

  “I don’t know dick about business, Wes. I’m the wrong person to ask about that shit. I’m-”

  “Going to be my wife,” he cuts off with a hint of heartache in his tone. “What you think…what you feel about the company matters. Your opinion in our future endeavors matters to me. They’re going to be our companies, Bryn. Your feelings, your…insight…whatever it is matters to me. I have a boardroom full of assholes who can give me the statistics left and right. I can read a report and assess a document. What I can’t do is continue to grow if the woman I love most in the world doesn’t believe in or agree with what it is I’m doing.”

  My eyes search his, shocked at the anxiety I spot in them. “Where is this coming from?”

  His eyes drop to the water.

  “Wes.”

  “A reporter at the press conference-”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I shout. “You’re letting some twat with a microphone question our relationship?”

  He lifts his attention back to me. “The accusations she made stuck harder than I’m sure they fucking should, but the truth is they stuck, Brynley.”

  I let my mouth fall, prepared to rip him apart when I realize what it is he really needs. Shoving my anger aside, I slowly wade towards him. “If I didn’t think the Morgan brand merger was a good idea I would’ve spoken up when the ball first started rolling. It seems like a great fit. The idea of you boosting smaller brands up, backing them, and helping them expand rather than starting something that would eventually close a shit ton of them, seems like a better idea for all parties involved. You’re not only making your company more money, you’re allowing those with their own goals and their own dreams to continue to flourish. Seems like a win win.”

  Wes attempts to let relief wash over his face.

  “What else did Little Miss Press Bitch say to get you all worked up?”

  He smiles wide. “I like it when you’re protective of me.”

  Now wedged between his open legs, I brace myself on my knees. “Well, I don’t like anyone who makes you act like a dick to me.”

  His body leans forward and he genuinely apologizes, “I’m sorry.”

  “You should be.”

  I expect the groveling to commence yet it doesn’t. “And you shouldn’t?”

  “I-”

  “Treated me just as shitty as I did you.”

  Knowing he’s right, I huff, “Fine. I’m sorry I snapped at you f
or you snapping at me.”

  Wes lightly laughs. “That’s as good as it’s gonna get it, isn’t it?”

  “Pretty much.” A beat passes between us before I ask, “Do you really need me at the Morgan Event this weekend? I mean, I do have to go out of town, but I’m sure I can convince Calen to go ahead without me and meet up with him later that night.”

  The twitched glare from Calen’s name being mentioned is absolutely noticed.

  His love, hate relationship with Calen is funny as fuck. On one hand, he hates any male who spends any time around me, especially alone in the same hotel, but on the other, Calen’s made it abundantly clear to me as well as Wes that he has no interest in me outside of a friendship. His blatant calling out Wes’ unneeded jealousy earned him a notch of respect…and almost a punch to the face.

  “No,” he sighs softly. “It’s fine, baby. You have to work. You have a job to do.”

  My wet hands run up his thighs. “I have another job I would love to do right now….”

  Wes’ cock thickens under my touch. “Bryn….”

  I ignore the calling of my name and give his shaft a firm squeeze.

  His strained voice questions, “Th-thought you weren’t feeling well.…”

  “Everyone knows dick does the body good….”

  He starts to chuckle, but it instantly transforms into a groan from my tightened touch. Without further objections, Wes helps free his cock and my lips don’t hesitate to wrap around it. The pleased groan ripples through him and straight into me. My tongue teases the tip, turning pleasure into punishment. He grits his teeth and grips the edge of the hot tub to maintain control. Wanting him to relish it, I continue lightly twirling my tongue around, lapping at the pre-cum, and toying with his sanity.

  Wes’ eyes fall shut at the same time he grouses, “Now you’re punishing me….”

  My lips suction around just the tip and the back of his heel lightly nudges my body further. When I slip him back out, I lower my jaw, inviting him to do exactly what it is he’s wants to. I take another small swipe, which shoots his eyes back open.

  He steals one glance at the challenge in my expression and grabs me by the hair. Wes delivers one sharp tug and buries his cock to the brink. I hum contently around the invasion. Embrace the euphoric feeling of having my lips brush against his base. The grip on my head tightens during each repeated slam into the back of my throat causing my eyes to slightly water. His ravenous behavior intensifies my own exponentially. My nails dig sharply into his legs. My cheeks hollow as hard as they possibly can. My lungs burn from the constant choking. The brutal bobbing continues without mercy until Wes’ shaft suddenly swells on a savage roar. Hot rushes rapidly run rampant down my throat, releasing an unconscious moan of gratification. His body shakes underneath mine, and I anchor him in place, desperate to drink in the wildness he’s still learning to let loose.

  By the time I ease his softening cock from my lips not only is there not an ounce of stress in his expression, there isn’t an ounce of doubt.

  I give him a playful smile, sink back into the water, and showcase my back to him. “On second thought, you know a massage might help too.”

  There’s a short laugh proceeded with the shuffling sounds of him putting his dick away.

  His warm hands land firmly on my shoulders and are gifted a moan of appreciation.

  “You heard about my day.” His fingertips dig deeper. “Tell me about yours.…”

  With a warm smile, my eyes fall shut, and I surrender to the only man strong enough to handle me.

  Sometimes I think we’re the only two people determined enough to deal with one another. Wes’ fear of the outside world isn’t exactly easy to endure, and I’m repeatedly told my headstrong ways make for the most severe headaches. Sometimes after a long day like today, it’s nice to argue, nice to make-up, and nice to be reminded that no matter what bullshit life spits at us, we never have to deal with it alone. We’ll always have each other.

  I fidget with the cuff of my heather gray suit, eyes still planted on the charity proposals splayed across my glass office desk. The paperwork for each appears eerily similar. Each cry for help from these foundations feels more like a whine for pockets to be lined instead of causes to be nurtured. Much like my company, I want the money I give to charity to have meaning. An impact. I want the Wilcox legacy to remain above the sleazy billionaire standards. I want my parents to be proud of the man they unwillingly sacrificed their lives for. I want to feel they would be as often as possible. I want to feel I am meeting the gold standards of excellence my father always delivered. The same excellence they still brag about over brandy on and off the golf course.

  “Can you zip me?” Brynley’s voice invades the office.

  My eyes dart up to see her gripping the top half of her black dress. She quickly relocates herself in front of me, exposing her smooth back. I take my time to drink in the attire she’s chosen. The sleeves are long yet lacy. The bottom of the dress is solid black and short. The black pumps allow for the tiniest bit of her toes to peep through. Her entire appearance is an encomium to my favorite things about her. No matter where we go or where she’s dragged, she exudes confidence and refuses to conform to anyone’s expectations that aren’t her own. Her untamable spirit is exhilarating. Intoxicating….

  I drag my index finger slowly down her spine. “No bra?”

  She slowly gazes at me over her shoulder and shakes her head.

  My touch travels further south to the bright blue and gray hammerhead tattoo that swims across her lower back. “No panties?”

  Brynley’s grin grows devilish. “Problem?”

  The look combined with the absence of underwear causes my cock to harden. “Not at all.”

  In one swift movement, her palms are pressed against the glass top of my desk, her dress is hiked up, and my dick is ruthlessly piercing her wet pussy. The blistering welcome is rewarded with a low, intense groan.

  She whimpers my name like a sacred invocation, “Wes….”

  A smirk slithers across my expression at the beautiful sound as I continue to thrust sharply. Her slick muscles clamp down around my cock, mimicking the moaning her mouth is ceaselessly delivering. My hands firmly plant themselves on her bare hips right underneath the skirt of her dress, and yank her into every heave with so much momentum it creates a beautiful bounce. Brynley tucks her bottom lip between her teeth while her body brazenly bucks back into every blow. The sight causes my balls to constrict yet I fight against the request to come too soon. Her pussy retaliates by contracting tight enough to tempt me into reconsidering. I groan through the pleasure and slip my finger around to tease her clit. At the first graze, her motions falter, and her torso threatens to collapse onto my desk.

  Her moans increase in urgency. “Wes….”

  I continue the light circles, willingly allowing myself to be driven insane by the way she always trembles for me and only me.

  The power in that fact has me barely holding onto my impending orgasm. “This is my pussy, baby. Make it come for me.”

  My aggressive words receive a breathless capitulation. Brynley breaks, and I press my finger slightly harder against her clit hoping to elicit a scream. She comes at the same time she cries out in a clamoring combination of ecstasy and exhaustion. Her orgasm relentlessly laves my dick until it has no choice but to submit to the blinding bliss. On a feral growl, I let go, blazing bursts filling her to the brim.

  Another delicious whimper of praise falls from her parted lips. “Wes.…”

  I dig my fingers into her soft flesh and ride the post orgasm shudders with her.

  Mere seconds after she melts onto my desk the sound of the front door shutting echoes throughout the penthouse.

  “I’m here,” J.T. announces warmly.

  “Stay out there!” I immediately command, fingers roaming down the curve of her ass. “We’ll be ready in a sec!”

  Brynley wiggles her hips, and I see the hint of a mischievous grin.
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br />   Knowing her intentions without having heard them, I shake my head and carefully remove my spent cock. “Not happening. The only person I want hearing your screams is me.”

  She playfully pouts as she stands up. “Sharing is caring.”

  A grumble of disapproval rumbles through me, and I tug her body to be flush with mine. “I would never fucking share you.” Seeing the mirth in her eyes, I drift my touch back between her thighs, and whisper, “Or this fucking pussy.”

  Her moan is soft but submissive. “You never will.”

  Our open mouths gravitate together and allow our tongues the briefest connection.