Heat flooded her and cum seeped out of her as she came, arching up and slurring a stream of curse words as her fists pounded the mattress. I was happy to hear her moans and groans. But I also wanted to hear some soft whimpers too.
Moving off her sweet mound, I got up and pulled the rest of her clothes off her, leaving her naked on the bed. Her body was all pink, flushed with the orgasm, and completely gorgeous. Her plump lips parted. “Gannon, can you teach me how to please you that way too?”
My cock—that was already hard—thumped in my pants, trying to get out. It seemed it was jumping at the chance to feel her soft lips on it. “You sure you’re ready for all that, baby?”
She licked her lips and nodded, then sat up. Sitting on the side of the bed, she slowly unbuttoned, then unzipped, my pants. My tight black underwear covered the bulge, and she bit her lip as she pulled them down.
My cock sprang forth with excitement, eager for her mouth. She ran her hands over it then looked up at me. “Okay. Tell me what to do, please.”
My stomach went tight with the thought. I’d never taught anyone how to suck cock. This was a first for me. And the idea that I would be teaching the woman I was truly thinking might be the last woman I’d ever have sex with had me feeling insanely happy.
I ran my hand over her head. “First, remember to sheath your teeth with your lips. You can allow them to graze it only very, very gently. But I’d rather you learn how to handle my dick better before you attempt that. This organ is extremely sensitive, as you might imagine.”
She nodded then looked at my straining cock again. “Okay. Treat it that way. Treat it like it’s fragile.”
“Well, not fragile.” I kind of hated to think of anything on me as fragile. “Just very sensitive. Give it a kiss, baby. Don’t be shy. Get to know it.”
She smiled at me then placed her pursed lips on the tip, kissing it with a soft kiss. I knew her lips would feel like satin. She peppered soft kisses all over the head, then up and down the shaft, letting her fingers move over my swollen balls.
Then I felt her opening her mouth, the heat of it flowing over my cock. The wetness of her mouth, the touch of her tongue as it slid underneath my dick, sent chills through me.
“Oh, shit!” I placed my hands on her shoulders to steady myself. “Damn, baby!”
It had never felt better. Not ever. What she did to me was far beyond what anyone ever had.
My fingers were curling into her shoulders, and I tried like hell to stop doing that as I was sure they’d leave bruises. So I moved my hands to the back of her head, threading her silky blonde strands between my fingers as she moved her mouth over me, making me feel like I was floating on air.
“Fuck, baby … You’re so good …” a moan ended my words as she tickled my balls.
I was on a high I’d never been on before, and I didn’t want it to end. But I felt the tell-tell signs that the end was indeed near. My cock jerked once and she kind of gagged with the sudden movement.
“Let me go, baby.” I wanted to pull out of her, so I didn’t jizz down her throat, even though she had mentioned wanting that in the beginning.
But she held me tight and hummed a little, sucking slow and strong until I shuddered and exploded, barely able to contain a shout that would’ve been heard all the way to the other end of the house.
Her tongue swirled around my pulsing cock, then she pulled her head back, licking what was left of my cum off her lips. “So, I did good then?”
“Good?” I shook my head as I pulled my shirt off and got rid of my shoes and socks before climbing on top of her. The shocked expression she wore had me laughing. “Great is the word I would use to describe what you did. Good just doesn’t cut it.” I settled my body between her spread legs, resting my quickly-recovering dick against her hot cunt. “Now tell me the truth. No lying now. Did you do a bit of studying about giving a blowjob?”
She blushed and smiled as she batted her long lashes at me. “I might’ve. You could tell, huh?”
“Baby, do all the studying you want to.” My mouth fell on hers, and my heart pounded in my chest like a base drum.
I had myself the best woman any man could ever dream of having. And I had no intention of ever letting her go. Now how to get her brother and the rest of her family to actually allow that to happen?
Chapter 25
Brooke
As he laid on top of me, his cock at half-mast after he had come in my mouth, he looked into my eyes as he brushed my hair back. His lips came to mine, and he kissed me. Our unique tastes mingled together to create something altogether different. Uniquely us.
Love wasn’t a thing I’d ever experienced. It was far better than I had ever dreamt it would be. Gannon was a miracle in my eyes.
As our kiss went deep and grew into something passionate, my body yearned for more. His cock thumped and pulsed back to a fully erect state and I pulled my knees up, urging him to press into me. I was sore from last night. But once he was all the way in, deeply seated inside of me, the discomfort went away, and all I felt was pure delight with him locked into me that way.
All day long I’d wanted to feel his body on top of mine again. That weight that made me feel a way I had never known was possible.
He moved inside of me with gentle thrusts that only made me crave feeling him move harder and faster. I ran my heel up the back of his leg and stretched my arm up over my head.
He threaded his fingers through my hand that was stretched above my head and pinned it to the pillow. His mouth kissed me with a hungry kiss then he pulled his head back and looked at me. “God, Brooke. I can’t believe how much I feel for you.”
My heart filled almost to the point that I thought it might burst as the beautiful man stared into my eyes. Never had I imagined seeing someone look at me with that much love in his dark blue eyes.
“I didn’t know this was possible.” My confession only made his expression seem even more loving.
“Me neither.”
Could he be telling me the truth? How could a man who’d been with so many women say that and it be true?
“Gannon. My brother pointed out a couple of times today how you’ve had sex with a lot of women. If that’s so, and I know it is—” I had to add that part. He had been with numerous women after all—“How can sex with me be something other than it was with any of the other women you had sex with?”
A slow smile burned a path across his chiseled lips. “I suppose because I am absolutely, one hundred and ten percent, in love with you.”
And there it went. Even though he’d told me before, my heart now burst completely open.
Before I could utter one word, his mouth took mine again, and he moved inside of me a bit slower.
Arching up to him, I wanted him to give me more. Not be so easy with me. I ran my nails down his back, and he groaned, the sound vibrating my lips. He pulled back and moved his cock into me with harder thrusts.
I looked straight into his eyes and asked him for what I craved. “Will you fuck me, Gannon? Will you show me what that feels like?”
His eyes flashed, dark and hot. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Please.” I knew I sounded slutty. But he’d just shown me that he loved me. I could see it and feel it. I knew it. “Take me the way you would anyone else.”
He laughed then. “I can’t take you the way I’ve taken anyone else. I love you. I’ve never loved any of the women I had sex with before you. You are truly my first love, Brooke.” He kissed me. “But I can show you more. If you feel you’re ready for more.”
Oh, how ready I was!
“Please.” I bit my lower lip. “Should we have a safeword?”
He rolled his eyes. “We’re not going to get that crazy, baby. Not yet, anyway.”
When he pulled out of me, I felt empty immediately.
He took me by the waist then flipped me onto my stomach. It happened so fast, I gasped. Then those same hands that had stroked my body with so much careful ten
derness took my waist again, jerking me back until I felt his cock back in my pussy where I felt it hit me even deeper inside, stretching new parts of me. The burn that ripped through that virgin tissue made me scream. “Into the pillow, baby,” he growled in my ear, biting my neck. “Scream all you want. But do it into the pillow. We don’t want to wake up Braiden now, do we?”
His cock slammed into me as he gripped my hips, holding me still as he battered my ass. I could feel his balls as they banged up against my clit. Each thrust felt better than the one before it.
I had my face buried in the pillow, making noises I had had no idea I could make. A high-pitched wail, a tiny whimper, and some guttural sounds I felt were primal in origin.
In mere moments, I was riding an orgasm, and he wasn’t stopping. I moaned as he kept plowing into me. That orgasm barely waned when another took me over by surprise. I cried into the pillow. Real tears. I had no idea why I was crying. It wasn’t because it hurt.
Nothing hurt.
But every last part of me was on full throttle. I could feel him in every last part of me. My fingertips, the tip of my nose, my elbows, for the love of God!
He was encompassing me as he made me come over and over until I was nothing but a shaking mess. Every nerve ending I had was pulsing with sheer ecstasy. I had had no idea, truly, no fucking idea, it could be this good. This amazing. This emotional.
I could feel his cock inside of me, and I knew when he was near his own end. Somehow—I don’t know how—he got harder. Moved faster. Then. Bam!
He made the most awful slash best sound I’d ever heard. It was like complete satisfaction coupled with exhaustion, surrounded by pure agony. It was the best sound I’d ever heard.
And I’d made him make that delightfully agonizing sound.
I was satiated and proud at the same time.
I shivered at the thought. He dropped to the bed beside me, huffing and puffing, and I laid my body on his, panting with satisfaction.
“Oh, how much I love you, Gannon Forester.” I kissed his chest.
One heavy hand fell on my head then moved through my hair, pulling it as it went. “And I love you, Brooke.”
So that was it. We were head over heels in love. And not a soul could know about it.
Chapter 26
Gannon
Although I was beyond wiped out with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, I managed to kiss Brooke one more time before settling in so I could fall asleep.
One thought was drifting through my mind as I waited for sleep to pull me under and listened to the sounds of Brooke as she laid on my chest. How could I make her family see that I loved her with everything I had in me?
Smash!
Zip!
My eyes flew open as Brooke asked in sharp words, “What the hell was that?”
Another smash, another zip, and I knew what I was hearing.
“Fuck!” I moved us both off the bed, the blanket and sheet coming with us as I let my back hit the floor.
Holding her tight, I moved her onto her stomach as she hissed, “Were those bullets?”
“I believe so.” I could only think about one thing. Get. To. My. Son. “Stay low and let’s get to Braiden.”
We moved quickly despite the bulky material that tried to hinder our progress. I had to reach up to open the door, and then I knew for certain that whoever was outside could see us as another bullet ripped through the window. “Shit, Gannon!”
Once I had the door open, Brooke sprinted forward, grabbing Braiden off his bed where he was standing, crying, and pinning him underneath her naked body. I was right behind her and tossed the blanket from his bed to cover her as I shouted, “Josh!”
The bedroom door opened and Brooke yelled, “On the floor. He can see you!”
Without missing a beat, Josh fell to the floor just as another bullet came through my son’s window. “Fuck!” He pressed a button on his walkie-talkie. “Samson, where the fuck are you?”
There was no answer, and I felt sick inside. “Shit.”
Brooke glanced at me sideways. “I’m sure …” Another bullet cut her off, and the light in the hallway went out.
We both jerked our heads and saw Josh was still on the floor, so who the hell had turned the lights off?
“Get the fuck out of there, Gannon.” It was Samson, and I was damn glad to hear his voice.
Braiden was crying in shock and terror, which only served to infuriate me further. I would kill the person who had frightened my son so badly. I vowed it.
I ducked and cursed as we both hurried to get across the hallway, with Brooke whispering reassuring words to our boy that it was all going to be okay.
The rooms across the hall were all interior rooms, which meant there were no windows anyone could shoot through.
When we made it out into the hallway, we found Samson all dressed in black, with a black ski mask covering his face. Gun drawn, he was moving into Brooke’s bedroom.
I wasn’t about to wait to see what he was going to do, so I opened the door to my room, and Brooke, Braiden, and I were finally in a safe place as we crawled into my room.
Wrapping the blanket around my waist to cover myself up, I took a hysterical Braiden from Brooke, He looked so tiny and fragile, crying in my arms. “Daddy’s got you, baby. You’re okay. Shh.” I rocked with him and shushed him, whispering words similar to Brooke’s earlier, until he finally seemed to calm down a little and burrowed his little face in my neck, clutching my shirt fiercely with his tiny fists, as if to make sure that I never let go of him again. My heart lurched at how much I loved this child. How had I ever existed without him in my life?
When I finally looked up, I found tears streaming down Brooke’s face. “Why? Why, Gannon?” she sobbed. “Who would do this?”
“Believe me, baby, if I had the slightest clue, the fucker would be dead already.” I held my son and continued rocking. Not really for him, as he’d fallen asleep, but to calm myself.
I didn’t see Brooke move around behind me. Her arms closed around me as she hugged her body against my back, swaying with me. “It’s going to be okay. I love you both so much. We’re going to be fine.”
How did I get so damn lucky?
A knock came to my door, then Samson’s voice called out, “Can I come in?”
Sniffling, Brooke pulled away from me, made sure the blanket was still covering her up, and she got up to walk around me as I sat on the floor, holding my son. She gave me a nod, and I told him to come in.
Samson’s eyes never let either of us know he knew what we were doing. He just looked the same way he always did. “I got a shot in that nicked whoever the hell that was. His right bicep was hit. I’ve already called the police to inform them of that, so if the assailant goes to any doctor or hospital, he’ll be detained and taken in for questioning.”
I could only nod. I had no idea what to ask or say. But Brooke had a question. “And how did he get all the way around this huge house and into the backyard to pull this little feat off? Where were you?” She leveled her eyes on him, and I did not envy the man.
He looked down and pinched the bridge of his nose. “The can.”
“I see.” She looked away. “I’m sorry I spoke that way to you, Samson. I am. It’s just that the boy means more to me than you could ever imagine. And we could’ve …” She tried so hard not to fall apart, but she couldn’t hold it back. “We nearly lost him, Samson.” She sobbed and ran into the bathroom.
I looked up at my bodyguard as I nodded. “You did all you could. Thank you. At least you hit him. Now we have something to look for. And you will step up security around here. I want a lot more people around.”
“I’m already on it, boss. You guys get some sleep.” He left me then, and I looked down at my son as tears filled my eyes.
Brooke was right. We could’ve lost him.
When she came back out, she had on one of my t-shirts. I kept some in one of the drawers in the bathroom along with some loose-fitting bo
xers, and I found some black plaid peeking out from under the white t-shirt that told me she had pulled a pair of them on too.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?”
“You both are. I’m not about to let either of you out of my sight, baby.”
She came to me, taking Braiden out of my arms, carrying him to the bed, where she laid him right in the middle. “I’ll sleep on one side; you sleep on the other.”
I went into the bathroom to clean myself up a bit before putting on a t-shirt and boxers myself. Splashing my face with cold water, I looked at my reflection.
A few wrinkles were etched across my forehead, a thing I hadn’t had before becoming a father.
I was finding out that with love for anyone came something else. It made a person subject to threats that were different than when they only had themselves to worry about.
I’d barely gotten my son, and already someone had figured out a way to get to me. A coward who didn’t want to face me.
I knew it was someone who didn’t want the nightclub ever to open. But why?
None of it made any sense.
A lone gunman came to my home. One person had hidden amongst the work crew at the bar to place the explosive under that bar. It didn’t sound like the work of anyone who owned any of the upscale nightclubs in Vegas.
Then who?
“Gannon?” Brooke softly called to me.
I went into the bedroom to find her lying on her side, facing Braiden. “His pants need to be changed. He’d been doing so well, but with all the fear … Do you think you could go to his room and grab some clean pants and the wipes for me?” She cut her eyes away. “I’m afraid to do it myself. And I don’t want to leave him alone for one second either.”
I gave her a smile as I headed to the door. “Daddy’s on it.” I stopped and turned back to look at her as she nestled in close to my son.
I kept saying my son. But the truth was right there, staring me in the face. That boy was every bit as much hers as he was mine. They might not have shared blood as he and I did. But they both were so deep inside the other’s heart that it made them mother and son.
I had a lot of shit to do. Find this son of a bitch who had gone way too fucking far. And make that woman—the only woman I had ever loved—mine. And once she was mine in all the right ways, then I’d be giving Braiden her as his mother too.
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