“Oh god,” I whisper as he kisses a slow line along the inside of my thigh toward my pulsing core. I feel his breath on my sensitive skin. I’m buzzing from my awareness of him. My hips buck slightly, eager to feel his touch.
Just before he leans all the way in, just before he tastes me, his gaze moves up my body and connects with my eyes. “No strings, Reese. No feelings.”
In that moment, I’d say anything, I’d do anything for the sweet gratification of his tongue swirling through my folds. “Just lovers,” I promise. He searches my eyes until he finds the validation that he’s looking for.
His handsome face disappears between my thighs and all I see is the top of his head, that bushel of wild dark blond hair, and his fingers gripping my thighs, pushing them apart. That first slide of his velvety tongue through my folds pushes all the air out of my lungs. It’s not quite a scream that comes out of my mouth. It’s more like a croak.
He tongues me again. One slow, lingering, slide of his tongue follows the next. He licks me, wicked sounds pouring out of his chest as if he’s feasting on a decadent, forbidden dessert. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he whispers into my flesh. “I never thought I’d get the chance to taste you.” His hands slip under my ass and he hoists me up, closer to his face.
“I’ve wanted this…” My voice trails off as he slides a finger into my slit and flicks it back and forth. “Oh…oh…”
My pussy quivers in a vulgar, debauched way. I feel him smile, his cheeks swelling against my quivering thighs. “How come you taste so sweet?”
“Must be all the cupcakes…” My laugh mutates into a long groan when he jams another finger into me and sucks my clit between his lips. “Ooooh!…Ooooh!” My voice grows louder now as the pleasure sharpens between my thighs.
He blows a stream of warm air over my folds. “Must be the cupcakes.” He slants his head to the side, pursing his lips on my clit, assaulting me with his fingers and tongue. And the lust just grows stronger and more urgent inside of me. It invades every one of my cells.
I’m not even sure if my body is touching the mattress. My sensory perception suggests that I may be levitating at present. Holy fuck!
I bite into my bottom lip, sinking my teeth into the flesh to keep from screaming as my vision blurs with stars and my body shudders with the violent orgasm. His tongue is unyielding against my flesh as my desire spills from my body like lava cake.
When the eye of the storm has passed, I glance down at him. He’s sitting on his haunches, gaze sweeping over me. The intensity in his stare causes my stomach to clench. No man has ever watched me like that.
He smiles at me, licks his fingers like they’re covered in banana pudding, runs the back of his hand over his slick chin. So messy. So insanely hot. I whimper just looking at him.
He places reckless kisses along my skin as he smooths his hands up my sides. I feel the tickle of his stubble along my ribs and I squirm. When he reaches my breasts, his tongue rolls over one nipple as he massages the other globe in his hand. “Love these pretty tits,” he whispers as he moves his lips across my chest to the neglected nipple. “One day I’m going to come all over them.”
I gasp and arch my back, offering them up to this sex god like a sacrifice. “Tonight?” I ask, cheeks flushing at the desperate tone in my voice.
His laugh is deep and throaty. “No, not tonight.” He reaches into the bedside drawer and pulls out a string of condoms. “Right now, I just need to get my cock in you before I go crazy.”
In a second, the condom is on and he’s angled at my slippery core. My quivering sigh fills the air as he strokes the tip on my sensitive clit.
“This is what you want, Cupcake Girl?” I hear the taunting lilt in his voice. “This cock in your pussy?” He flicks me back and forth.
My tongue rolls over my lips. “It’s what I want.” I shift my hips and swallow him into my pussy.
His head drops as we both adjust to the feeling of him stretching me out. “Shit…” he mutters, chin tucked against his chest. His shaft is so broad. He fits so snugly inside of me.
He begins to move slowly, driving his cock into me in smooth, controlled thrusts. I follow his lead and roll my hips in perfect sync with his. God—and it’s already starting to build. The tension winds tighter between us. I look up at him and he’s so beautiful. Forehead creased from his restraint, biceps tight and corded as he braces himself above me. His eyes snap shut and he tilts his head away.
With a rough grasp, he picks my hips off of the bed and rises onto his knees. He pounds into my body in a rough and animalistic rhythm. I can hear the splash of my wetness every time his body crashes into mine. Fuck—I love it. My tits bounce and my bones vibrate. My clit sings from the repeated friction with his pelvis.
It’s getting so good, so intense. I’m not sure that I’m can handle the pleasure. “I’m gonna die!” I whimper.
“Take it!” Leo grits out through clenched teeth. “Take it!”
That look on his face, though…The beastly concentration, the crude strength. This orgasm is going to split me in half.
I groan louder this time. “Oh, god! I’m gonna die!” There’s a note of panic in my voice.
Leo’s hand clamps down over my mouth as he continues to slam into me. His eyes shine with laughter. “Jesus, girl—you’re gonna wake up my kid.” Oh, right. I almost forgot. He searches my expression. “Do you want me to stop, Reese?”
I shake my head no. Hell fucking no. I need this so much.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
I bob my head approvingly, even more turned on by the gag over my mouth.
“Do you want me to fuck you until you’re coming so hard on my cock that you see stars?”
I nod again, feeling wild and unhinged. My body is so tight right now, so ready. I have no choice, I have no escape.
The orgasm tears through me, starting at my core and exploding along my nerves. With my lips trapped under Leo’s hand, I scream into his palm. My short fingernails claw at his shoulder blades as my whole universe goes to pieces.
My pussy squirts a river of wetness onto his erection as he drives his cock in and out of me. He wants to hold off but doesn’t have much willpower left in him. His fingers fall from my mouth and clench the sheets near my head.
He’s coming now, his cock spasming inside of my tight hole. A muted roar comes out of him. His labored breaths fan over my breasts and I can see his heart hammering wildly beneath his skin as he pumps his hips until the climax fades away.
Groaning, he collapses heavily on the mattress next to me. He throws a muscle-corded arm over his eyes as his pulse comes under control.
I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s so perfect.
A sharp feeling assaults my chest and I hear a nagging voice in my head, questioning me, asking me if I’m really okay in a nostrings arrangement with a man as intense and virile and damaged as Leo Montgomery, if I can come out of something like this unscathed. I don’t have answers to those questions.
“That was so good.” His fingers intertwine as he stretches his arms above his head and I watch his landscape of muscles swell and roll majestically.
I smirk. “It was okay.” I ease out of the bed, moving in a casual, detached way. I rummage around for my discarded clothing and slide into them, exhibiting the nonchalant movements of a woman who’s used to being fucked by this kind of man.
It’s all a ruse. I’m gonna need a referral for an osteopath. There’s no way my lumbar spine hasn’t been severely dislocated after that pounding.
Leo rises onto his elbows and watches me as I slide my panties back on. He chuckles in his chest. “Judging by your shaking knees, I thought that maybe it’d been better than okay.”
I laugh, too. My cover’s been blown. “I was trying to act smooth. Unaffected.”
He comes up behind me and I feel one of his arms around my waist as his fingers crawl down over the front of my panties. He cups my pussy in his palm. “Don’t do that
again,” he says with his lips on my earlobe. “Don’t deny how good this feels. My fragile ego can’t handle it.”
He works the heel of his palm against my clit as his fingers brush back and forth across my sore nether lips. “Okay…” I sigh, pliant and willing in his arms.
He drags me back into the bed. “Now, come here. I didn’t say you could leave yet.”
I giggle softly as he pulls me down on top of him and kisses me hard. Those stupid questions ring out in my mind again.
Can I really be okay as just fuck friends with this man?
I don’t know the answer to that question. All I know is that Leo Montgomery is the best sex I’ve ever had. And I’m aching for every gorgeous, muscular, delicious piece of him.
Chapter 23
Leo
Whistling a melody under my breath, I fit the plank of wood firmly against the rib fence and use both hands to guide it flush through the blade of the table saw. I’ve got this song stuck in my head. From one of Brenton’s cartoons, I think.
Pretty catchy.
I grin down at the nice, clean cut of ply in my hand, absolutely reveling in the rather insignificant accomplishment. Oh yeh—I know how to work with my wood. That silly thought causes my smile to grow even wider.
As I’m reaching for the next wooden plank, Charlie approaches over my shoulder.
His voice rises above the whirr of the saw. “You’re pretty chipper this morning. You’re practically dancing over here.” He screws a grooved drill bit to the tip of the power drill in his hand.
I chortle quietly as the cloud of saw dust settles. “It’s a beautiful day,” I say, swinging my arm up toward the early morning sun.
His grin goes lopsided and mischievous. “You’ve been putting those condoms to use, haven’t you?” He slants his head to the side and observes me. “You didn’t tell me you met someone. Have you been hitting the bars without me?”
My shoulders immediately go tense as I imagine how Charlie would react if he found out about the filthy things I did to his sister last night. “Nah, man. You know me. I go from home to work to home and do it all over again the next day.” I watch him from behind the safety of my protective goggles.
“Well, in Copper Heights, once the honeys hear about you, they come hunting you down like a team of wildlife trackers. Some of the best pussy I’ve ever gotten in this town has literally come waltzing right up to my front door without me having to lift a finger.”
Really? If my memory serves me correctly, Cupcake Girl came in through the back door.
“Sounds like fun but that’s not what I’m looking for right now.”
He groans in irritation. “I get it. Your wife left you with a kid. But things could be worse.” He waves the drill around as he speaks.
“Charlie, I’m fine,” I assure him. “Everything is good.”
Ignoring my protests, he carries on. “Life isn’t over just because your marriage is.”
“I know that.”
“You need to get back in the saddle.”
“Don’t you worry about my saddle.”
“Get your dick wet. See how much happier you’ll be!”
I snort out a laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
His expression turns grave. “I’m serious, Leo!”
What’s it going to take to convince this guy that I’m okay? He’s coming from a good place but he’s annoying as hell. “Back off of it, Charlie.”
“You need to get laid, dude.”
Frustrated, I drop the plank of wood and throw up my arms. “I’m getting laid just fine,” I roar. And I immediately want to kick myself for that slip of the tongue.
His movements still and his eyes narrow with suspicion. I can almost see him making computations and drawing conclusions in his brain. “You aren’t fucking my little sister, are you?” He pauses for a beat and I hold my breath for what he’ll do next. My eyes are on that damn drill. “Because it would really suck if our friendship ended with me cutting off your balls with a hacksaw.”
Glad that my eyes are hidden behind the protective goggles, I chuckle, trying to ignore the bolt of adrenaline that spikes up my legs to my poor, threatened scrotum. “Don’t worry about my balls or my saddle. I’m focused on what’s important and you should too.”
“That wasn’t a denial, Montgomery. But I’m gonna let it slide because I know you. You’ll do the right thing.” He waves the drill menacingly in my direction as he stomps off.
“Charlie, we’re cool,” I assure him despite my betrayal.
He grunts and spits on the ground. “Let’s hope we are.”
Chapter 24
Reese
I look down at the half-eaten Irish cream triple chocolate cupcake sitting in front of me and realize that this is the best fucking cupcake I’ve ever made. Hands down. I grin to myself.
Jesus, this smokin’ hot sex is turning me into a badass.
Leo Montgomery is my lover. Just the thought of it makes my pussy do cartwheels.
I crawled out of his bed at 2:45 this morning after three orgasms. Yup–-three! He walked me across the lawn to my back door. He cupped my cheeks in his massive palms and he brought his lips down on mine and he kissed me. I stepped into my house feeling like I was hitching a ride on angels’ wings.
And—yes, yes—when I peeked into the mirror, I looked like something a cat had dragged out of the gutter, but who cares? I felt like a million bucks. I’m running on zero sleep but I’m flying high because who needs sleep after THREE MINDBLOWING ORGASMS?!
“So these are the options I’m looking at for bridesmaids dresses. What do you girls think?”
I push aside my empty wine glass and glance over Sophia’s shoulder at the assortment of fruity, pouffy frocks on the computer screen. With the rose-colored glasses I’m wearing these days, every damn thing is beautiful. She could put me in a frog costume with wooden clogs and a pink rhinestone tiara and I’d be okay with that because I’m walking on sunshine.
Nova sets her sketchpad aside and inches closer. Her face goes sour as she stares at the screen. “No, just no. Try again, Princess.”
Disappointment radiates from Sophia’s eyes. “You don’t like any of the them?”
“I’m insulted that you would even imagine me wearing one of those atrocities.” Nova swipes another cupcake from the tray.
Sophia cocks her head to the side and examines the dresses again. ”They are pretty ugly, aren’t they?” She giggles daintily into her fist.
“I wouldn’t lie to you, honey. They’re hideous.” Nova wears her trademark tough love expression.
Sophia sighs. “Josh’s mother suggested them and when I say ‘suggested’, I mean ‘demanded’.”
“Attack of the future motherin-law?” Nova swallows a gulp of wine.
“The woman is driving me crazy with all her unsolicited opinions.” Sophia looks like she’s in agony. “I don’t know how I’m going to tell her that you girls hate those dresses.”
“Oh hun, that really sucks.” I squeeze her shoulder. ”What’s Josh was saying about all of this?”
She grunts. “Joshua is so not involved in any of this. Except for insisting that we get married in Vegas instead of having a nice church wedding here in Copper Heights like normal people. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m getting married to myself. All of the planning, all of the decision-making falls on me. Meanwhile, he just sits around on his phone, tinkering about with his little luxury nail clipper startup.” How she keeps a straight face talking about Josh’s entrepreneurial endeavors is a mystery to me. “I know that owning his own business is a dream of his, but getting married is our dream so we should be doing this together.” Sophia’s usual put-together persona has slipped out of place. She’s frustrated and letting it show. Seeing her like this is disorienting.
Nova asks the question I wish she wouldn’t. “Are you sure you want to marry this guy, Soph?”
Her posture goes defensive. “Of course I want to marry him. I love him.”
Now she’s even more upset.” I just wish he’d stop being such a guy about this.” She pulls on the ends of her hair.
“As long as you’re sure…” Nova looks unconvinced as she picks up her pencil again and strokes the tip across the course paper of her sketchpad.
Right then, there’s a knock at the back door. Leo’s face appears in the glass. My heart immediately begins to drum an excited rhythm. I leap out of my chair and slide the door open just a little, angling my body in the hopes of getting a little privacy. Still, I feel my friends’ eyes on us.
“Hey…” I say in a low voice as my eyes coast over his handsome features. I’m still not over how hot he is.
“Hey…” He wraps his arms around my waist and lets his palms slide over my ass as he buries his face in my neck.
I take a step back and clear my throat. That’s when his eyes move past my shoulder and he notices my friends. He straightens up and grins. “Oh, hi ladies.”
Those two bitches don’t even try to hide their surprise. “Hi Leo,” they singsong in unison.
His eyes move back to me. “Sorry, I didn’t realize that you had company,” he tells me.
“Cupcake Sunday…”
He lightly taps his forehead as if he’s suddenly remembering. “Cupcake Sunday. Right.” He smiles and I feel a little breathless. “Brent just inexplicably decided to take an afternoon nap so I just thought I’d stop by and see if you wanted to hang out. But you’re busy.”
“Yeah, I—“
“Don’t worry about it. Go back to your girlfriends. I’ll catch you later.”
He starts backing away and I stop him. “Wait.”
Pausing his movements, he watches as I grab cupcake from the counter and hand it to him. “Happy Cupcake Sunday,” I whisper.
He takes my hand and brings it to his lips. With his eyes locked on mine, he sucks espresso frosting off of my knuckles. “Delicious,” he hums in a low, gravelly voice that vibrates between my legs. “Happy Cupcake Sunday.”
Oh, my heart.
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