Let Me Love You (McClain Brothers Book 1)

by Alexandria House

  He growled, “Hellllll, yeah!” and then his lips met mine again as he continued to plunge inside me to an aching fullness and glide out, repeating the process at a pace that was somehow both steady and frenetic at the same time. We kissed, moaned, screamed, and by some miracle, as my body began to pulse with yet another orgasm, he peaked, roaring into my neck with a final thrust and a final, “Shit!”

  *****

  I woke up just before the sun rose, lying on my side with his heavy body encasing mine, his breath on my neck. A smile crept across my face. It wasn’t a dream. He was there with me, in my bed, holding me tightly. All I could do was sigh and close my eyes and bask in his warmth.

  “Jo…you up?” he asked softly.

  I nodded.

  “You good? I mean…I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  I shook my head.

  “Good. Uh…” The arm that had been wrapped around my body moved, and the hand attached to it slid to my yoni. I opened my legs through no will of my own and shuddered when his finger found its way inside me. “You sore?”

  Was I? Shit, I was…but I didn’t care, so I lied, “No.”

  He repositioned us so that I was on my back and his long body was stretched over me. His mouth hovered over mine as he opened my legs wider and rested between them. “You have any idea how good you taste—” He kissed me softly. “—and feel?”

  Before I could formulate an answer, he was inside of me again. My mouth fell open as I grabbed his arms to anchor myself. Then I lifted up enough to slide my hands to his tight ass and push him in deeper.

  He closed his eyes, mumbled, “Got-damn, Jo...” and slid out of me with a moan.

  “Oh!” I whined.

  He plunged deeper, faster, and harder, sending me over the edge twice before he released, collapsed onto my body, and said, “Damn, Jo…what’re you doing to me?”

  17

  She wasn’t in bed when I woke up, which made me wonder if I’d imagined what happened between us. I had almost convinced myself that was what happened, that nothing on this side of Heaven could possibly feel so good, when she walked into the bedroom with this shy look on her face. Jo was so damn beautiful to me, like the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Beautiful and sexy as hell, and the way it felt to be inside her? There weren’t enough words in the English language to describe that shit.

  I’d had a lot of sex with a lot of women, but Jo was just…different. The kind of different that made me want to pick her little ass up and fly her to Vegas to make this thing official, scoop her up before she actually decided to give her ex another chance. At that point, I’d do just about anything for her, and that shit scared the hell out of me.

  “Is that my shirt?” I asked, observing the oversized dress shirt hanging from her petite frame.

  She nodded, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Yeah. You hungry?”

  I sat up on the side of the bed. “Why? You cooked? I ain’t see nothing but pineapples in your fridge the other day…and yogurt, but mostly pineapples. It’s like five whole pineapples in there and a bunch of those pineapple fruit cups. You really like pineapples, huh?”

  I swear she was blushing as she replied, “Yeah, I do. Um, I can’t really cook, but I could make some instant oatmeal or some of Nat’s Eggos or some cold cereal. Or I could order us something.”

  I stood, crossing the room and pulling her into my arms. “Or I can text Dunn, have him bring us something.”

  She leaned into me. “I’m fine with that, just don’t want you to leave yet.”

  Smiling down at her, I cupped her face in my hands. “You got me today and most of tomorrow if you want me. Then I have to hit the road again.”

  “Oh, I want you,” she said, as she wrapped her arms around me. “Everett?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Am I still your girlfriend?”

  I frowned, stepped back a little, and said, “Of course you are. Why you ask that?”

  “Because last night, you stopped telling people I was your girlfriend after the whole situation with Sidney.”

  “Who?”

  “My ex. And I’m sorry about that again. I—”

  “Jo, look…I was pissed and confused about all that shit he said. You already explained and apologized. The only thing I’m concerned about is that stuff you said about fucking him again. Now, that shit—”

  “I was sad and out of my mind. I despise his ass, wouldn’t let him touch me if he was the last man on Earth. I just hate that he acted a fool at your event.”

  “It’s all right, Jo. It’s all good. We’re fine, but let me make this plain. You’re my girlfriend, my woman, my lady. You and no one else. I’ma need to be your only man, too.”

  “You are!”

  “Okay. So it’s settled. Bugz or Sidney or whatever? Fuck him, but don’t actually…fuck him.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Look, he ain’t changed nothing. We’re still us, and after last night and this morning, your ass might never get rid of me.”

  She grinned. “Good.”

  We spent most of the day in bed after breakfast, and I’ll be damned if she didn’t feel just as good as the first time, every time. She tasted good, too, sweet like she was made of fruit or sugar or something. I’d never tasted anything like it and had to wonder what the hell made her taste like that. Well, whatever it was, it made her addictive. I sat up in her living room trying to watch some cooking show with her thinking about eating her pussy the whole time, despite spending most of the morning licking on her. My tongue was twitching and shit just from the idea of tasting her again. When I couldn’t take anymore, I buried my face between her legs until she screamed my name then dove back in that good pussy of hers again and again. By the time the babysitter brought Nat home, I’d lost count of how many times we did it. Little Nat was the only thing that saved Jo from yet another tongue-lashing.

  I had Dunn bring my duffel bag with him when he delivered our breakfast, so I changed and proposed that we go out for dinner and take Nat with us. Since our faces were already splashed across social media because of the benefit, Jo didn’t have a problem with going out. We still ate in a private room at the pizza joint, but we went in through the front with Tommy and Dunn in the front and rear of us as she carried Nat on her hip. We had a great time. Jo was probably more relaxed than I’d ever seen her, and Nat was a funny kid with her random giggling and roaring. And she had my name down, asking me for my drink and my pizza. She liked me, which put my mind at ease, because if this thing with Jo was going to work, I needed Nat on my side since her father was obviously going to be a problem. He’d already had his people email my people to let me know he wouldn’t be using my verse for his track and that they were cutting me out of the video, not that I gave half a damn. The label wanted me on the track to expand his audience, not mine. He’d have to deal with the fallout from them. I truly wasn’t fucked up about it. As a matter of fact, I decided I’d take that verse and build my own track around it. Make it available on an updated version of the digital album or something. I was even thinking of naming it “Jo” just to fuck with Bugz. The prospect of it alone had me grinning.

  When we left the pizza joint, there was a whole crowd of paparazzi waiting outside. Jo had already told me little Nat liked taking pictures, and she proved it by smiling brightly and waving at the photographers. It was cute, but I also knew the whole scene—me with Jo and Nat—was going to set Bugz’s ass off again. I could handle it. I just hoped Jo could, too.

  18

  I bunked in Jo’s guest bedroom that night, so we wouldn’t confuse Nat if she woke up in the middle of the night and found me in her mom’s bed. I was cool with it, because at least I was there with Jo. I just wasn’t ready to be away from her. Not yet. Not when I had to leave her the next night to continue a tour I regretted booking. This thing between us was new, and I felt like I needed to spend more time with her in order to grow closer to her, and honestly, to protect her from her ex.
Not that I thought she couldn’t handle him. I just...there was more to Jo that I couldn’t put my finger on. Something that I thought made her vulnerable to him, so leaving for another month to finish the North American leg of the tour bothered the shit out of me. It bothered me so much that I couldn’t sleep. Well, that and the fact that I wanted to be wrapped around her body. We hadn’t done anything since Nat made it home, and I was horny as hell, but I was a father and I understood the responsible thing was to wait until we were alone again. Jo had offered to see if the babysitter could watch her tonight, but I didn’t want Nat to associate me with her having to be away from her mom. So I laid there in the dark with my dick hard as hell, thinking about Jo’s soft body, the way she smelled, those juicy lips, those freckles, and those damn bowed legs. I was torturing myself. My ass probably should’ve gone to my suite and spent the night there. At least then I could’ve handled my hard dick with dignity. Couldn’t do that with little Nat down the hall.

  I almost jumped out of the bed when my phone’s text message alert chimed.

  Jo: You sleep?

  Me: No. What u doin up?

  Jo: Thinking about you.

  Me: What u thinking bout?

  Jo: I’m horny.

  Shit!

  Me: Don’t say that.

  Jo: Why? It’s the truth.

  Me: Because we can’t do nothing about it right now.

  Jo: I know. You’re too loud.

  Me: What?! I ain’t that loud!

  Jo: You yell the whole time. You’re loud as hell.

  Me: What if I promise to be quiet?

  Jo: Don’t know if I can trust you.

  Me: Let me come in there and prove it to u.

  Jo: No.

  Me: What if I beg? I’m harder than a motherfucker right now.

  Jo: You are?

  Me: Yeah. U gonna let me come take care of this? Ima die.

  Jo: LOL!!! No you won’t.

  Me: I’ll lick it and stick it real good.

  Jo: LOL!!!! Goodnight, Everett. Go to sleep.

  Me: How Ima sleep with a hard dick?

  Jo: Count sheep.

  Me: That’s messed up. Good night, Jo.

  Jo: Night

  I laid my phone on my chest, smiled into the darkness, and somehow managed to fall asleep.

  I’m not sure how long I was out before I felt soft hands inside my underwear, kisses on my chest, and heard, “Everett, wake up.”

  My eyes popped open in time to see her pull my dick out. “What—Jo?”

  “Help me take these off.” She was tugging at the waistband of my underwear.

  Almost mechanically, I lifted my ass for her. She worked my briefs down my legs, then straddled me. That’s when I noticed she was butt-ass naked. “Jo, baby. What you doing?” I asked.

  Leaning in, she suckled on my neck, and whispered, “What does it look like?” She grabbed me, sliding her hand up and down my erection.

  “Damn, baby. Shit…uh, I thought you said—”

  “I can’t sleep, because I can’t stop thinking about this.” She nodded toward my dick. “Just don’t yell, okay?”

  “I—shit, Jo! Uh…I won’t,” I said, as she kept stroking me.

  “You’re already getting loud,” she whispered.

  Lifting my head, I said, “I’m not trying to, baby.”

  “Hold on.” She jumped out of the bed, grabbed a robe from the floor, covered herself, and left the room. I fell back on the bed, hard as hell and frustrated as fuck, wondering how long I was supposed to hold on. She had me ready to go.

  She popped back into the room a minute later, closed and locked the door, then handed me a scarf as she let the robe fall to the floor.

  “Damn, you fine,” I almost whined.

  “Put that scarf in your mouth,” she said.

  “Huh? You want me to gag myself? I ain’t—”

  She climbed on top of me, sat right on my dick, and said, “If you want this pussy, put that scarf in your mouth. Now.”

  So I put the damn scarf in my mouth, waited for her to ride me, and almost lost my shit when she slid down my body and wrapped her mouth around me.

  “Ooooh, got-damn!” I said into the scarf.

  She slid me out of her mouth. “Shh!”

  I nodded, my eyes on her as she Hoovered the hell out of me. I mean…damn! Jo had skills like a motherfucker! There was something about seeing those lips of hers around me and seeing her take me deep into her mouth, slide me out, and pull me back in again that made me come unglued. I needed to stop watching her, because I was gonna start growling and roaring and shit, and not the cute little roaring I did for Nat. I was about to go beast-mode because it just felt too good, but I couldn’t stop watching her. Seeing her do it made it that much better. So I stared at her, moaned into the scarf, and when I knew I was gonna lose control, I reached down and dragged her up my body until her face met mine. I yanked the scarf out of my mouth and kissed her until we were both out of breath, then I asked, “You gonna ride it, baby?” My words came out in almost a croak, like I was in pain or something. I was damn sure aching for her.

  “I don’t know if I can,” she replied, eyes heavy with lust.

  I knew she probably couldn’t. Not many women could, so I didn’t push her. “Get on your knees,” I groaned.

  “Scarf, Everett.”

  “Shit, okay.”

  While she got on all fours, I kissed her soft skin from the back of her neck to her ass, then shoved the damn scarf back in my mouth and positioned myself behind her, pushed on her upper back until her chest met the bed and slid a finger inside her, causing her to moan softly. Jo stayed wet as hell, like there was a fountain in her pussy. I had to close my eyes and calm myself before I glided inside her, felt her knees buckle a little as she moaned again, and I yelled into the scarf. She was so hot and wet and tight, I wasn’t sure how long I could go this time. I watched her clutch the sheet as I thrusted in and slid out, my heart hammering in my chest. I bit down on the gag, groaning and whimpering. I wanted to talk to her, tell her how much I loved her pussy, how much I’d miss it when I left, how I was gonna make her mine forever, how if I even thought another man was going to touch her I was going to lose it, and how special she was to me, but I couldn’t because she was right. I couldn’t control the volume of my voice when I was inside of her. So I made all kinds of animalistic sounds into the scarf, and when I felt her walls squeeze and shudder around me, I lost all composure, hitting my peak with a muffled roar before rolling onto my back and pulling her onto my chest.

  “I thought you were gonna lick it and stick it,” Jo said, as she tried to catch her breath.

  I grinned and rubbed my hand down her back to her ass. “Who said I was finished?”

  *****

  “How was your flight?” she asked.

  “Good, I guess. Slept the whole time. You wore me out.”

  “You liked it.”

  “Sure did.”

  After a moment or two of silence, Jo said, “I miss you already.”

  “I miss you, too. Hey, you can come to any of my shows. I’ll fly you out. You can bring Nat, too.”

  “I have a job, Everett.”

  I sighed into the phone. “You need to quit it before I have to kick Park’s ass. And you know I’m not messed up about that piece you’re working on. Ella doesn’t need it. I just commissioned it to get close to you.”

  “I figured that, but I wanna finish it, and I’m not ready to quit. Thanks to you, Mr. Park treats me like a human now, but it’s messed up that he couldn’t be nice to me on his own.”

  “That’s why you should quit.”

  “I know. Maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment. You see who I married.”

  “Don’t do that.”

  “What?”

  “Talk down about yourself. You deserve better. I’m your better.”

  “Yeah, you are definitely that.”

  “I’m glad you know it. Hey, I gotta go, baby. Got Skype meetings
and sound check and shit.”

  “I know. You’re a busy man in high demand, Big South.”

  “I’d rather be with you, though. I’ll call you later.”

  “Okay, bye.”

  I turned my attention to Courtney, who’d traveled to Montreal with me to coordinate the business I had to conduct while trying to get ready for my show that night. We were heading to Toronto the next day, then down to NYC for a show that weekend. I was tired, irritable because I had to leave Jo, and just kind of out of it as Courtney ran down my schedule.

  “Got it?” she asked.

  I nodded. “Yeah. Be glad when this tour is over. Don’t know if I’ll ever do one like this again. I’m getting old.”

  Never taking her eyes off her tablet, she replied, “Well, I’ve been telling you to slow down for years. You’ve got your hands in so many things, Ella’s grandchildren will be able to comfortably live off your money. You need to spend more time living than working. You’ve earned the right to do that, Ev.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. Speaking of Ella…I got time to call her before this next meeting? I think it’s her lunchtime now. She texted me this morning wanting to know how I got a girlfriend she knows nothing about. She saw us on Instagram or something.”

  “You didn’t tell her because you didn’t want Esther to know or because of what happened with Jo’s ex at the benefit?”

  “Kat told you?”

  “It’s my business to know all of your business.”

  “Yeah, Kat told you. I don’t know, Court. No, I don’t want Esther to know, but I also think i wasn’t sure where things were going with Jo at first. I liked her, but now? Man…”

  “You really like her, huh? Not letting the thing with her ex stop you?”

  “To be honest, I don’t think anything could stop me from being with her. She’s special.”

  Courtney looked up from her tablet and smiled. “I can tell she’s different from the other women you’ve dealt with. She’s genuine and really sweet, not tainted by this industry. You deserve to be happy, and I can tell being around her makes you happy. Plus, she’s nothing like Esther.”