“Why? Are you afraid I may use it in you?”
The “in” part was what worried him. Not that he wasn’t into trying something new, but doing so in his parents’ house might not be the best time.
He was just making lame excuses.
“Don’t worry, it’s for me. I guess you’ve never had anal play done on you?”
“You have?”
“Of course.” The silly in her answer was silent. Of course, silly. I’ve had plenty of anal sex.
But seriously, that sounded both hot and promising to Marc. “No, I’ve never been the recipient.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Apparently not.
“We’ll get a beginner’s vibrating anal plug and go slow,” she assured him.
“Hey, that hole is an output, not an input.”
“Funny how when women say that to men, they don’t want to hear it.” She pressed the vibrator to her clit and groaned, gyrating her hips. “So, I don’t want to hear it. You’ll thank me later.”
He was going to thank her right now. The view he was getting was fucking spectacular.
Leah leaned back while administering the purple dildo to her clit. Closing her eyes, she had one hand gripped to his thigh behind her, holding her up.
Her pink lips were plump and smooth and Marc could see the skin glistening. She teased herself, making small sounds every time she hit a sensitive spot. Right now, he wanted to be that vibrator.
“Do you want to watch me come?”
Oh hell… “Yes!” What man wouldn’t want to watch the beautiful creature on top of him pleasuring herself? To watch the fluidity of her hips as they ground against him while she took herself to the edge of climax?
“I’m close,” she whispered. Her nipples were hard, her breasts bouncing with each move of her pelvis. Leah hesitated just enough to rise and grab the base of his cock to stand it up. And as she plunged onto him, she kept the vibrator against her clit, and then exploded with him deep inside her. The contractions of her muscles, the pulses, made him cry out. The vibrations from her toy could be felt along his hard length. And it was…
Fucking amazing.
The combination of her wet heat, her squeezing him like a fist, and the stimulation from the toy drove him quickly to his own release. He wasn’t ready for it to end. He had to hold off. Make it last a little longer.
Except he couldn’t. Digging his fingers into her hips, he held her still, and spilled his release deep inside her.
The whole thing couldn’t have even lasted five minutes. Something he wasn’t proud of. But hey, he had the rest of the night to make it up to her. And the look on her face was clearly not disappointment.
“Did you feel how hard I came?” she asked him as she slid to his side.
“Uh, yeah. Why do you think I lost it?”
Leah chuckled and patted his arm. “Should I start calling you minute man?”
“That was more than a minute.”
She grunted, playfully teasing him. She flicked his nipple piercing.
“Mom! Pop! Where are you?”
Both of them froze when they heard Max’s booming voice. They glanced at each other, eyes wide.
“Oh fuck,” Marc said.
Leah buried her face in one of the pillows, giggling. “We are so busted.”
“Yo! Marc! Leah!”
Marc scrambled out of bed and wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Where is everybody?”
Marc cracked her bedroom door open and yelled down the hallway, “What the hell do you want, Max?”
“Where’s the ‘rents? What are you doing up there?”
“They went out and we’re…talking.”
“Right.” Max laughed in disbelief. “Ew. In our parents’ house? You have your own place.”
“Shut up, Max, and get the fuck out of here.”
Max’s chuckle could be heard from downstairs. “Horny bastard.”
“Pot meet kettle,” Marc yelled before slamming the door shut again. He listened at the door until he heard Max leave, then he turned back toward the bed. Leah had wrapped herself in a blanket and sat against the headboard. Even wrapped in one of his mom’s crocheted blankets, she appeared absolutely stunning. Her golden green eyes twinkled at him and her long dark hair framed her face and exposed shoulders. Her cheeks were still flushed from their fast and furious sex, the rest of her skin a perfect porcelain.
Jesus. She should be the subject of a painting.
If he had any doubt regarding what he was about to do, it was washed away at that moment.
Marc inhaled deeply. “After that interruption, I think it’s the perfect time to tell you that I found a place for you.” Somewhere where they wouldn’t be interrupted. Or where Leah had to walk around in a towel in front of another male. Even if that male was his father.
“What are you talking about?”
“A place for you to live.”
Leah looked at him suspiciously. “I thought you didn’t want me to move.”
“I didn’t. But since you canceled the interview and you decided to stay around here, you can’t live at my parents’ forever. There’s no privacy. And by the way, I talked to Max. He’s relieved.”
When Leah had told him that she’d cancelled the interview, he could hardly contain himself. He had picked her up off her feet in the locker room and had swung her around, not caring who else was at station. He had spent the whole three to eleven shift thinking and planning.
“Can I afford it?”
“I believe so,” he said seriously.
“How big is it?”
“Why don’t I just take you there? You can see for yourself. Get dressed.”
Marc couldn’t pull his gaze away from her as she moved around her bedroom, slipping on shorts, a tank top, and some sandals. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and suddenly turned into a fresh-faced girl-next-door. Literally.
And it was freaking hot as hell.
He groaned and quickly finished getting dressed before he threw her back on the bed and ravished her until they both couldn’t move.
When they left the house, Marc stopped at the ATV.
“Should we take my car?” Leah suggested.
“No, the ATV is fine.”
“So, it’s close by?”
“Leah, holy crap. Give it a break. Just get on and all your questions will be answered soon.”
“I’m impatient.”
He grunted. “No shit.”
Leah climbed on the four-wheeler, sliding close behind him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Like you weren’t earlier.”
Hard to argue that fact. But honestly, he was just as anxious and he knew what was coming. His stomach had been flip-flopping for hours because he’d been a bundle of nerves.
He hit the power switch and they took off down the driveway and within minutes stopped in front of another familiar house. He shut the engine down and gave her a moment to process it.
“Marc—”
“Before you say no, just have a look. You might like it,” he teased.
“There’s nothing wrong with your house, but—”
His chest constricted. He actually never anticipated she might say no. She might think it was too soon? She was an independent woman. “Let me give you a tour.”
“I’ve been in your place plenty of times.”
“C’mon. Just pretend it’s the first time.” He dismounted from the ATV and helped her off.
“I don’t know, Marc.” She hesitated.
But Marc quickly lifted a hand to stop any further words. He would not let his plan implode before it hardly began. “No decisions yet. Just give me the next few minutes of your time. If you decide now is not the right time, or maybe even never, then I’ll respect that.”
Sure he would. He may turn into a surly old shit if she said no, but he’d respect her decision.
“Are you thinking roommates or something permanent?” she asked him
.
He placed his finger to his lips, indicating she needed to just wait and give him a chance. He took her hand and led her through the front door and down the hall. He stopped in front of door to the master bedroom. “This would be your room.”
“So we’d share it.”
“If you’d like,” he answered.
“That means we’d be living together.”
“It does.”
“But—”
“But nothing. Open the door.”
She looked at him for a moment, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.
His stomach flipped. This was one of the biggest decisions of his life so far. He was so fucking nervous his heart thumped out of control.
Little electric candles were scattered around the room, creating a soft glow, and real rose petals decorated the bed. The petals spelled out I Love You. Both O’s were filled with objects.
Leah moved closer to the bed. She laughed and glanced back at Marc. “Oh. Very romantic.”
He grinned. “I thought so.” He had filled the circles with all kinds of kinky toys that he wanted them to try.
She suddenly grew serious, making him worry. She couldn’t say no. He had splayed himself open by admitting he loved her. By wanting her to move in with him. She could not turn him down.
“So…not just casual sex,” she said, still staring at the bed.
“Our sex was never casual.” And no words were truer.
She ran a finger over a set of cuffs, which were not department issued. “No, it wasn’t,” she murmured.
He threw something out to sweeten the deal. “I bought us a swing.”
“A swing?”
“Yeah, the kind you hang from the ceiling.” His lips widened into a naughty smile.
“Oh. That kind of swing.”
He stepped closer, using her shoulders to turn her to face him. He brushed his fingers along her jaw. “Yeah. Will you play with me, Leah? Will you be my partner?”
“Like a forever partner?” Now she just teased him.
“Do you love me?” His heart stopped, hoping to hear the right answer.
She tilted her head and her golden brown-green eyes that he loved so much met his. “Yes. I love you.”
Marc’s arm swept over the bed. “As you see, I love you too.”
“I see that.”
“And I love us.”
The corner of her mouth turned up and the way she looked at him made him actually feel weak in the knees. “We’ve had our moments, but I do too.”
Now he knew how Amanda had Max wrapped around her little finger. He would never bust his balls about that again. Marc slid his palms down her arms to her hands, intertwining their fingers. He took a deep breath and gave her a little squeeze. “Will you move in with me?”
“You and Menace.”
“I can’t promise he won’t shit in your shoes.”
Leah snorted. “Now I will have to rethink this.”
He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. “Be mine.”
She placed a hand on his cheek. “I already am.”
And with that he became the happiest man alive.
He looked toward the bed, his lips twitching. “So…what do you want to use first?”
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Brothers in Blue: Matt
Brothers in Blue: Matt
Brothers in Blue, Book 3
Dedication:
I dedicated the first book of the Brothers in Blue series to my own personal man in uniform, and once again, I do the same with this last book. I’m proud of what a successful career you’ve had and cannot wait to retire with you. Thank you for being so encouraging.
Author’s Note:
With this book, the last Bryson brother’s story has been told and I’m sad to say goodbye to the Bryson family. I spun stories about a family I would have loved to been a part of and I will miss them dearly. I fell in love with each Bryson brother: Max, Marc, and Matt, as well as their parents, Ron and Mary Ann.
Just a note: Teddy got his own short story, because, after all, he deserves a “Happily Ever After” too.
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Meet the men of Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will change the rest of their lives. This is Matt’s story…
As a former Marine, Matt Bryson has dealt with PTSD ever since coming home from the Middle East. He finds himself fortunate to be able to return to his job as a cop at the local police department with his brothers Max and Marc.
Dr. Carly Stephens works hard as an obstetrician at the local hospital, struggling to pay off her medical school loans, financially support her elderly parents, and save money to adopt a baby. Unable to have children, she still longs for one of her very own.
Instantly attracted to the Dictator Doctor, Matt finds Carly easily brings him to his knees both emotionally and physically. What starts out only as a convenient sexual relationship turns into a whole lot more when dealing with their pasts and their future. Especially since Matt doesn’t ever want children.
Matt and Carly find themselves on a passionate and emotional journey that can either bring them together or rip them apart.
1
“That son-of-a-bitch! This is all his fault!”
As the gurney slammed through the emergency room doors, Officer Matt Bryson glanced down at the pissed off woman laid out flat on the wheeled stretcher. He walked double-time alongside, trying to keep up. If he didn’t, he feared he’d be dragged down the hallway against his will like a bobber bouncing behind a trolling boat.
She squeezed his hand even harder. Matt’s fingers had already lost their feeling and the tips now turned purple.
“What’s wrong with him? Why would he do this to me?”
If he thought she couldn’t possibly tighten her grip on his abused hand any more, he was dead wrong.
“Fuck. That hurts!” she screamed.
Matt didn’t dare tell his sister-in-law how much his hand hurt too. He guaranteed his pain didn’t compare to what she was going through. And he also wanted to keep his manhood.
“Matt, you have to arrest him for doing this to me!”
She must be in a true delirious state if she thought that would ever happen. As if he’d arrest his own brother who was also the chief of police. And his boss. Yeah, right.
Amanda’s face contorted again as they wheeled her down the hall, bypassing the ER check-in. He had already called ahead and, as a law enforcement official, no one blinked an eye on him skipping that step.
“Amanda, it’s already done and you now have to deal with it.”
“Noooo. No, I don’t!” Her hysterical voice pierced his ears, as well as the hospital worker’s, who winced as he pushed the gurney.
You’d think the guy would be used to unreasonable pregnant women.
Amanda put a hand to her face and groaned. “He will never touch me again!”
Matt doubted that. But he kept his mouth shut. He wasn’t stupid.
When they reached the elevators, the guy in the green medical scrubs pushed the up button. Matt silently begged the elevator to hurry.
“If he does this to me again… If he even touches me again, I will kill him!”
The hospital employee turned ashen and eyed the Glock holstered on Matt’s duty belt with unmistakable concern. Matt frowned and turned his hip away from the crazy woman on the bed. Just in case.
“Where is he? I’ll just kill him now! Oooow!”
The ding of the elevator made Matt glance toward the ceiling and mouth a silent “thank you.” On the way up to the third floor, he reminded her, “I think this is also partly your fault, you know.”
With beaded sweat dotting Amanda’s forehead, she shot him a glare.
“Well, it is.” The huge belly that looked like Mt. Everest was obvious proof. “Do I have to explain the bird and the bees? I’m pretty sure you knew what you were getting
into when you slept with your husband.”
Amanda’s growl morphed into a howl of pain as another contraction hit her.
The elevator stopped and the doors swooshed open onto the maternity floor.
“Okay, we’re here. Max should be showing up any minute now,” he consoled her, trying to pull his hand away. He wasn’t successful. Somewhere along the way, she had turned into Superwoman.
Amanda flushed face suddenly paled. “You won't leave me, will you?”
Yes. Matt sighed. Fuck.
No. He couldn’t desert her. Even though he really didn’t want any part of the birth of his nephew. Or niece. Did they even find out the sex yet? He hadn’t asked and really didn’t care.
“Where’s Max?” she wailed loudly.
Matt wished he knew. If Amanda didn’t kill her husband, he would. Pigs would fly before he’d step in to help her with the birth. He had his limits.
He’d go back to the sandbox first.
“All right, we need to go,” the nurse, or whatever he was, said.
“No! You need to come with me, Matt.”
Oh shit no.
“I can’t do this alone!”
Matt glanced down at Amanda’s practically purple face and scowled. He couldn’t even begin to explain to this woman why-in-the-hell he refused to go in there. First of all, he didn’t want to see his sister-in-law in that position. Nor did he want to see that area stretched to the impossible.
The image in his head made him shudder. He didn’t even know if he’d want to watch the birth of his own kid. Though that would never happen since he wasn’t having kids. Ever.
Plus, he’d seen enough blood and gross shit in his extended stint in the Marines. And he knew what happened in childbirth. He witnessed it while in the Middle East and not by choice.
No thanks.
A frazzled Max rushed down the hall with his shirt buttoned crookedly and his belt clearly missing some of the loops. But, damn it, the man had arrived.
And for that Matt sighed in relief.
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