APPEAL: Esquire Black Duet #2

by Faiman, Hayley

  “Hey, Mom,” I greet.

  “You’re still coming? I’m making up the guest room right now,” she asks, adding the extra bit of information to ensure that there’s a slight bit of a guilt trip if I attempt to say no.

  Clearing my throat, I chuckle, trying not to be too loud. “I am. We’ll be there, don’t worry.”

  “Good. I can’t hide my excitement that you’re bringing a woman. I’m not even going to try,” she states.

  I feel Brooklyn move against me. Shifting my gaze down to her, I watch as her tired eyes open and she props her chin against my chest.

  She watches me, searching my face as I talk to my mother.

  Lifting my free hand, I sift my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck.

  “She’s beautiful, Mom. You’re going to love her,” I say, keeping my gaze connected to hers. I watch as Brooklyn’s cheeks tint pink from my praise. “See you in a few days,” I agree, then end the call.

  I toss my phone onto my nightstand and slowly roll Brooklyn onto her back. She immediately, instinctually spreads her thighs to fit my body between them. My cock nestles between her warm cunt and I bite back the groan and curse at how fantastic she feels.

  “We’re going to see your parents so soon. I’m nervous,” she admits as I shift my hips, enjoying the way my cock glides through her lower lips.

  Lifting, I enter her soft pussy, groaning when she takes all of me with nothing more than a sigh of contentment that passes her lips. Her plump lips part, I watch as her eyes slowly close.

  “Open your legs wider,” I gently demand.

  Moving around until I’m on my knees, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her knees and I help to widen her for me.

  I hold her open, glancing down to see my cock buried deep inside of her. Brooklyn’s pussy is stretched so goddamn tight, wrapping sweetly around my dick.

  Slowly I pull out of her until only the tip of my cock is inside of her. “There is nothing to be nervous about. They’ll love you,” I ensure her.

  Her breathing comes out in short pants as I sink inside of her. I continue the torturous motions, fucking her slow, with control and precision. I feel the sweat gathering against my brow, my muscles tremble with the urge to let go.

  “I hope they do,” she breathes.

  I shake my head, unsure of how she could be so damn self-conscious. Brooklyn is an entire fucking package. Hands down.

  Lowering my head, I brush my lips across hers and grin when I swallow her sighs.

  Deciding after last night she needs slow, I continue with my pace. I take her slow and steady, locking away my animal.

  I make love to her.

  My fingers flex around the backs of her knees, pushing her legs open even wider.

  Brooklyn is immobile, she’s beautifully submissive, both in bed and in our relationship. She’s everything I was always too afraid to dream of.

  She’s my match in every way, even when I try and fight certain parts of her, later I realize that those parts that I’ve tried to change are actually a perfect balance to me, like the type of law she practices.

  “I’m close,” she moans against my lips.

  I can’t move my mouth from hers, I’m enjoying swallowing her sweet sounds too much. Her entire body is trembling below me. She doesn’t have to tell me she’s close, I can feel it.

  Her pussy is fluttering, pulsing and flooding my dick with her slick wetness. Her body shakes slightly. She is so fucking close, but she needs more. I could keep her on edge like this for a lifetime if I wanted.

  I could torture her, but since I’m being nice, I decide not to.

  Instead, my lips move over to her neck and I gently bite down, increasing my pressure with each thrust of my hips.

  I also fuck her a little harder, each thrust adding pressure from my teeth to her skin and power to my hips slamming against her tender cunt.

  “Yes,” she moans. “More, harder.”

  I chuckle, doing exactly what she asks of me and when her pussy clamps down painfully hard around my dick, her body jerks before she convulses and she comes around me with a loud sob. My hips don’t stop, I continue to bury myself into her warm center, my pace quickening.

  My back tingles and I feel my balls draw up, right before I sink inside of her one last time and explode. My cock twitches and what cum that I have left after last night, fills her up. Lifting my head from her neck, I look down into her sated eyes and I smile.

  “Fuck, Brooklyn. How does it get better?” I ask, not expecting an answer.

  Her lips tug up into a small smile, then she cups my cheek with her hand, her thumb running across my bottom lip.

  “Because you love me, Lucas. That’s how.”

  My head rears back from her words. Love. She isn’t wrong, but admitting it aloud is something that I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to do.

  Instead of fighting her observation, agreeing or disagreeing, I lower my face, slanting my head and taking her lips with my own.

  Chapter Eight

  BROOKLYN

  I don’t know why I agreed to come here. I should have stayed at Lucas’. I should have locked myself in the bathroom and refused to leave.

  Sitting in the passenger seat of Lucas’ pickup truck at the gate of his parents’ ten-acre estate, I’m having second thoughts.

  Lucas has money. I know he does.

  I didn’t think that his parents did, too. I mean, I assumed they were middle-class like mine.

  They aren’t.

  “Lucas,” I whisper. He punches some buttons into a panel and the gate starts to slowly open. “I don’t know. Are you sure they want me here?” I ask, unable to keep my eyes off of the gorgeous tree-lined drive in front of me.

  “Kitten, they’re going to love you. My mom almost passed out, dropping the phone in shock when I told her about you. Trust me,” he murmurs.

  I twist my fingers in my lap, wishing I would have put on something nicer. Maybe I should be wearing some kind of dress, definitely something designer at the least.

  Instead, I’m wearing a pair of short jean shorts with rips and tears all over them. I have an army green tank top on and a pair of white Converse.

  My dark brown hair down and straight, my makeup minimal. I don’t feel dressed up enough. He drives us down the tree-lined estate and when I finally see his parents’ home come into view, I feel even worse.

  The house is huge. Not just huge, it’s a mansion.

  The rooflines are peaked deeply, and it is covered in rock. It looks like an Italian countryside villa. I stare, my mouth hanging open slightly. This makes my parents’ house look like a dump.

  “The gang’s all here,” he grunts.

  I tear my eyes away from the mansion to see that there are three more vehicles parked in front of the huge three-car garage doors. There’s a big white SUV, a black lifted pickup truck, and a sporty little blue BMW.

  “The gang?” I ask.

  He smiles as he reaches over and squeezes my thigh. “My brother, Benjamin, that you already met, he’s married and has two kids. Dillon, my other brother, he’s the one that’s divorced with one munchkin. Then there’s my sister, Luna, who is dating a pre-med student. I predict they’ll be married around the time he takes a fellowship. They all come to my parents’ for their annual summer party.”

  “Wow, that’s a lot of people,” I breathe.

  I already knew that he had a big family, but I didn’t expect everyone to be here. It makes my family of three seem dismal compared to their brood. I wonder offhandedly if I’m truly ready for this trip, or this family.

  Lucas doesn’t say anything else as he opens the door and climbs out. I watch him jog over to my side and he helps me out almost immediately.

  As soon as my feet hit the ground, I feel sick and slightly light-headed. Instead of guiding me toward the house, he closes my door and presses my back against the car. His hand instantly wraps around my waist.

  When his lips touch mine, I instan
tly relax. His free hand wraps around the side of my neck as his tongue enters my mouth. I don’t bother hiding my whimper from him, feeling his hard length press against my stomach.

  “You two better stop making out, or Mom will be out here asking questions,” a deep voice calls out.

  My entire body stiffens, and I let out a squeak, afraid to turn around. Afraid to come face-to-face with someone who is obviously Lucas’ family, someone who saw us making out. It’s so embarrassing.

  “Shut up, fucker,” Lucas calls out, his entire body shaking with laughter. He dips his chin to look down at me. “C’mon, kitten. My family will all be out here in about five seconds if we don’t get our asses inside.”

  “Okay,” I breathe as I stare into his dancing green eyes.

  Damn.

  I’m definitely in love with this man. I can only hope that his family doesn’t hate me at first sight. I really, really want them to love me. I want there to be a place for me, I want Lucas to see that we can work—that this can work.

  Lucas tangles his fingers with mine as he begins to walk toward his family’s home. I glance down at his ass in his jeans. He doesn’t wear them often, but I can’t deny that the man wears them well.

  They’re dark wash and hug his ass as though he had them tailored to his body. I wouldn’t doubt if he did. He has on a pale green button-up shirt that makes the color of his eyes pop and stands out against his tanned skin.

  “Brooklyn, this is my little brother, Dillon,” Lucas introduces.

  I hold out my hand to shake Dillon’s, but he pulls my hand up to his mouth and presses his lips to my fingers.

  “Pleasure to meet you, Brooklyn,” he practically purrs, his tone filled with sex.

  “Hands off, fucker,” Lucas growls.

  Dillon releases me but gives Lucas a smirk. He looks like a replica of his brother when he does that.

  Dillon’s hair and eyes are the same shade as Lucas’, his hair is short, clipped to the sides of his head and looks like a typical soldier’s haircut.

  He’s not as tall as Lucas, and he’s dressed much more casually, in light wash jeans, and a tight white t-shirt that shows off his bulkier muscles. He’s also clean-shaven, instead of Lucas’ short scruff.

  “Mom’s beside herself, Luna is ready to interrogate. Benji is well…Benji. Macie, is…Macie. She seems excited at the potential of someone new to stare blankly at though. It’s creepy.”

  Lucas only grunts as he re-tangles his fingers with mine and tugs me toward the short, front staircase. We make our way inside, I want to stop and take in everything around me, but Lucas doesn’t allow it. He’s on a mission, and that mission is to drag me into the sitting room.

  When we’re finally all the way inside and make our way to the living space, my eyes widen. It’s filled with people, including three little dark-haired, sweet looking children. It’s a mass of chaotic hysteria and it’s absolutely fantastic.

  “Lucas,” a woman calls out.

  I turn to look at her. She’s around my height. Her body is curvy, much like mine, but her hair is light blonde.

  Her complexion is much fairer than Lucas’, she’s absolutely stunning. She throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace.

  I hear her whisper, “My boy.”

  “Mom,” Lucas murmurs, their embrace lingers before he takes a step back. “I want you to meet someone,” he says, continuing to talk low.

  They look at one another as though they’re the only people in the room.

  I can tell, immediately, that they have a special connection, and I pray that she likes me. I have a feeling if his mom doesn’t like me, I’m out the door in a heartbeat.

  I would have never thought of Lucas as a mama’s boy, but I’m sensing that this is just another surprise that makes up this complex man.

  “Brooklyn Myers,” she announces as she turns to me.

  I watch as her gaze roams me from head to toe, then she searches my face with her intense light brown eyes and my breath hitches.

  She takes a step forward then, embraces me with the exact same excitement and warmth as she just did Lucas. I hug her back instantly, loving how comfortable it feels to embrace her.

  “I’m Julie Black. Now, I want you to call me Julie. None of that Mrs. Black shit,” she states.

  My eyes widen, then shift over to Lucas before I begin laughing at her curse word, and statement. Maybe Lucas is more like her than I had originally thought.

  “Now, out of the way, I’m ready to meet this little lady,” a voice bellows.

  Julie moves to the side and a man, well over six-foot-six tall, appears in front of me. He has deep green eyes and once had black hair, it’s now speckled with silver. I can definitely see that Lucas takes after him in all the best ways.

  “Rob Black, honey,” he murmurs before he wraps his hand around my extended one and pulls me in for a big hug. “You’re just the prettiest little thing now, aren’t you?”

  I embrace him back but don’t know what to say about the pretty comment. He releases me, taking a step back before he turns to Lucas. I watch as he shakes his hand and slaps him on the shoulder.

  “Now, me and Julie are the most important people in this room. But I suppose you can meet the rest of the crew, too,” he winks.

  I’m introduced to Benjamin, Lucas’ eldest brother, and his wife, Macie. Benjamin grins toward me, obviously remembering me from my accident a few weeks ago.

  Macie watches me, her eyes tracking my face and body, but she doesn’t give me a smile or even acknowledge me. They have two children, a boy named Forrest, and a daughter named Harmony.

  Dillon is introduced to me again, then I meet his daughter, Kayleigh. She’s a gorgeous little girl who is obviously related to the Blacks and shares Lucas’ green eyes.

  Then I meet Luna and her pre-med boyfriend, Chad.

  “Now, kitchen duty starts tonight, so I called to have pizzas delivered for dinner. There is plenty of beer, and Lucas tells me you like your cocktails, Brooklyn. I had Rob get the good tequila from the bar upstairs. Everybody meet in the dining room at six for dinner. You’re allowed to rest between now and then,” Julie states before she claps. “Oh, and I wrote everyone’s name down on a piece of paper and taped it to your designated rooms.”

  Lucas presses lips to the side of my head before he whispers that he’s going to grab our bags. He walks away, and I turn around to discover that I’m now alone with Luna and Macie.

  A sense of uneasiness shifts through me. Luna lifts an eyebrow, and Macie gives me a tight-lipped smile.

  “Come sit. Tell us about yourself,” Macie says, her voice wary as her eyes continue to scan me.

  It’s the first thing I’ve heard her say since walking in the house and I’m surprised. I honestly didn’t think she was going to say a single word to me.

  Hesitantly, I walk toward them and I sit down across from both of them on a loveseat all by myself.

  I feel like this is some kind of test.

  This is the interrogation.

  I can feel it.

  I thought that it would come from Julie, but apparently, it’s the younger Blacks that get down to business. I try to force a smile, but I’m sure it looks strained on my face. There’s no way it doesn’t, at this point. I’m pretty much scared shitless.

  LUCAS

  “So…” my brother Benjamin murmurs as we begin to unload the vehicles.

  Benjamin’s got a fucking car full of shit that he has to take care of and I cringe at the initial sight. The entirety of his SUV is crammed full of kid shit.

  I’m so distracted by the sheer number of things he’s pulling out of there for just one long weekend, that I don’t respond to him.

  He grins before he continues as I stare slack-jawed at his vehicle. “Brooklyn seems like a sweet thing,” he mutters.

  His words snap me out of my daze. “Sweet thing?” I ask, arching a brow as I set our bags down. I help him unload his entire houseful of kid stuff.


  He grunts as he takes out a large suitcase. “She’s different when she’s not in a hospital bed.” He shrugs. “She’s in her early twenties, right?”

  “Twenty-six, and a law school graduate, smartass.”

  Dillon laughs from his pickup. I flip him off before reaching down to pull the handle up from my bag and take Brooklyn’s in my other hand.

  Benjamin shakes his head. “She just seems young and sweet, that’s all I’m saying. You sure you want to get tangled up with someone her age? She’s just starting out, hasn’t sowed those oats, yet.”

  Before I can stop myself, I throw my head back and burst out laughing. It takes me a few moments to contain myself, he’s just that fucking funny.

  “Benjamin, you’re a fucking comedian,” I say between laughs.

  He doesn’t speak, but I can tell I’m pissing him off. His cheeks and nose have started turning red.

  “You met Macie when you were eighteen, and you married her when you were twenty. What the fuck are you even talking about?”

  “You ever wonder why I married her at twenty but we didn’t have Harmony until I was almost thirty-two?” he asks. I don’t answer, instead watching him and waiting. “Macie and I went through ten years of shit, man. Ups and downs like you wouldn’t believe, all because neither of us sowed those oats. It’s important to do that shit.”

  “Twenty-six is not the same as Macie being eighteen, when you married her, or your twenty to my thirty-six. Brooklyn’s been to college, graduated, and worked in law for over a year. She lived on her own and had her own condo. I think your concerns would be valid if she was eighteen. She’s not. I’ve also done plenty of sowing,” I smirk.

  “Had her own condo?” Dillon asks, joining the conversation.

  He’s standing next to me with two duffle bags at his side, and another bag packed full of what looks like toys.

  I let out a frustrated sigh as I place my hands on my hips. I wasn’t planning on telling anyone this weekend about Brooklyn’s stalker issues, but my brothers are staring at me expectantly, and they won’t just let it go, either.