“Ooohh, Breccan,” I moaned.
He started sucking and nibbling. It sent a tingling sensation straight down to my core. If I was needy before, I was on the verge of desperate now. He grabbed my ass again and quickly lifted me up and placed my back down on the couch. He snaked his body over mine and continued to kiss and lick my nipples. His left hand moved up, slightly tugging on my nipple as he flicked his tongue over the other. I arched my back up in response, let the pleasure course through my body.
Breccan chuckled, the vibrations in combination with his stubble on his chin felt like flames licking wickedly against my skin. “I love how responsive you are, baby. The tiniest touch elicits such beautiful sounds from you.”
“Only your touches, Breccan,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer. “Only you.”
He lifted me off his body momentarily as he stood, allowing my greedy fingers to take off his shirt and unzip his pants. I let my eyes rake over his delicious body. My mouth watered as I took in his broad shoulders, thick arms, and perfectly rippled toned six pack that he spent so many hours at the gym developing. My eyes continued down, past the sexy V at his hips, and his thick erection straining just inside his boxer briefs, to his strong, muscular legs, until I reached the tips of his bare feet.
“Only twice, Breccan,” I teased. “I’m pretty sure People needs a recount. You win my vote every day.”
He growled, his fingers sliding into the hem of his boxer briefs as I licked my lips in anticipation. Once he was out of his boxers, I moved to him and wrapped my hands around his thick length. He let out an audible hiss when I licked the tip of him, tasting the salty precum there, and continued to run my hands down to the base of his shaft. I cupped his heavy balls, holding them gently as my mouth encircled the head of his penis, taking him deep before adding a hint of suction as I rose up. I repeated the motion several times as my hands rolled his balls, pulling and squeezing gently. He ran his hands through my hair as I continued to lick, suck, and roll him, emitting tiny grunts and hisses, and sometimes long strings of curses, as I tried different things.
My tongue was circling his sac, about to pull one into my mouth when he abruptly grabbed my shoulders.
“I need to be inside you. Now,” he growled.
I smiled as I stood, but Breccan pushed my back down on the couch and leaned over me. He yanked at the fabric of my skirt, just as anxious as I was to get it off. My panties quickly followed and finally there was nothing between us. I sighed as he began teasing me with his cock, running the tip over my wet folds. Just the tiny contact was enough to rev me up. He poured gas on that flame as he took the tip and started to rub it gently over my clit, causing heat to rush through my body.
Nothing in my entire life had ever felt as good as when Breccan touched me. All it took to make me crazy with need for him was brush of his fingers against my skin or the tiniest hint of his lips on mine. He ignited more in me that I ever thought possible.
“Please, Breccan,” I was wound taut, needing more. Needing him inside me.
Finally, he aligned himself at my entrance and slowly entered me. I sighed happily, my whole body arched up in response. I was slick, dripping actually, allowing him easy access as he slid in one glorious inch at a time. He fit perfectly.
Breccan’s eyes slid shut when he was fully inside, and I sighed. Neither of us budged for a moment. He twisted my body up slightly so he was able to be on his knees with my legs wrapped snuggly around him. Finally, he started to pump his hips, as his right hand went to my mound and started to rub with his thumb. I wrapped my legs tighter around him and his thrusts started to move faster.
His strokes were slow and deliberate, each one powerful. Slowly pulling out, before thrusting back again. Slowly out. Thrust again. Slow. Thrust.
“You feel so good sweetheart,” he whispered against my ear.
“Mmm...” I couldn’t make my mouth form actual words, too lost in the sensations rippling through me.
Pleasure soared higher and I knew I wouldn’t be lasting much longer. He rubbed my clit with his thumb faster and pumped his hips in time as he pushed me over the edge. The inner muscles of my pussy clenched around him, as the pressure exploded through my body and my vision blurred, going dark as I let out loud moans and my orgasm took over.
Breccan paused, but he wasn’t done with me yet. When the tiny aftershocks of my orgasm died down, he guided me over so I was straddling him again, my arms holding the back of the couch. He positioned my hips over his thick erection, now slick with my juices, lowering me onto him slowly. I sighed, my head tipping back as I was fully seated, enjoying feeling his cock twitch inside me.
“Fuck, baby. So tight. Fuck you feel so good.” Our lips crashed together again as I began to ride him, lifting up and slamming back home, faster and faster over him. His breath came in hard pants, and I loved seeing the effect I had on him. How much pleasure I could bring him. His head ducked down, latching onto my nipple and sucking it into his mouth. Just when I felt as though I would teeter over the edge again, he flipped me around so I was facing the rest of the living room, and he was behind me. My knees were poised on the end of the couch as he stood behind me, reaching around as he rubbed my clit again. I mewled, pushing my ass into him as he pumped his hips up and down.
I let another moan escape my lips, as his fingers flicked the swollen nub with precision and he pumped his hips harder. He was on the edge just like I was, and I was desperate to bring us the release we sought. I braced my hands on the couch and spread my legs a bit further apart, changing the angle just slightly before I began to grind my hips back and forth.
“Breccan,” I moaned, as he took me over the edge, a heady orgasm washing over me in lush waves. His fingers squeezed at my hips, my named a whisper on his tongue, just seconds before I felt him release inside me. Neither moved as we caught our breath. Finally, he pulled out and sat on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. I snuggled closer, leaning back on him in ecstasy. We stayed there for a while just holding each other.
“I’m going to bring you some water, Cora,” Breccan whispered, kissing my temple before sliding me off his lap.
“I’m okay.”
“No. I want you hydrated.”
My brow scrunched. “Why?”
He flashed me a wicked smile that held a devious promise. “You didn’t think that was it, did you? Oh, baby, I’m just getting started. I have a lot of making up to do, and that was just the beginning.
Chapter Nine
Cora
As I lay contentedly in Breccan’s arms, enjoying the tiny touches as his fingertips grazed my thigh, arm, belly, and breast. I was hot and ready again, even after all we’d done, but I knew we needed a break. We’d been at it all night, both barely slept a wink, and I wanted to hop in the shower so I could be ready when Evelyn woke up.
“I found a new place for her yesterday,” he explained after I told him we couldn’t go for round four. Or was it five?
I pushed up on my elbows. “Really? Where?”
“There’s a private facility that I’d been trying to get her in for over a year. I finally greased enough palms to get her in. It’s small, only about fifteen patients, and has a large staff, so we won’t have to worry about no one keeping a close eye on her. They cater exclusively to dementia and Alzheimer’s patients, and everyone on the staff, are all highly trained in those areas. She’ll have her own room and bathroom, and it’s only about a forty minute drive, so I can visit as much as I want. She starts tomorrow.”
“Breccan that’s fantastic! That sounds like exactly what she needs.” My smile broadened seeing how happy he seemed with this news. He was such a good son, and cared so much for her.
“So that’s one problem down, one to go.”
“Miranda,” I sneered, my mood instantly darkening.
“I’ve thought about it while you dozed, and I can’t let her get away with this. I need to find a way to expose her for who she really is.”
Breccan shook his head, a lopsided smile on his face. “I love this side of you. What are you thinking?”
Hundreds of scenarios ran through my mind, but I needed to do this carefully. Whatever we decided to do, it couldn’t come back to bite Breccan in the ass. We’d need to expose Miranda without her having any way to turn it back on him, which wouldn’t be easy.
I got up, threw my small Japanese style robe on that was pink and grey and covered in cherry blossoms, and began to pace. I bit the side of my thumbnail as I began to sort a plan.
Breccan got up, took a shower, and went to look in on his mom. By the time I had a breakfast of bacon and scrambled eggs smothered in cheese on the table, I had it. A way to make sure Miranda got exactly what she deserved without any way to blame it on Breccan.
Now, all I had to do was put the plan into motion. And for that, I’d need some assistance.
I knew the first call I needed to make would be the easy one and I was right. Simon agreed before I even finished asking. He’d known how much Miranda had hurt Breccan over the years, and was anxious to see her pay.
The second call, well I was more nervous. I didn’t know if even by calling, I’d blow up my whole plan before it even started, but it was a chance I had to take. My gut told me to do it, but my head was still nervous as the phone began to ring.
I laid out my plan and held my breath as I waited for the reply. It didn’t come for several long minutes, making my heart pound in my chest.
“Okay, I’m in. I’ll do it,” Chase finally announced.
The vise that had been tightened on my chest broke, and I let out a relieved breath. “Oh thank God. I was so afraid you were going to say no.”
Chase chuckled. “Listen, what she did was wrong. A lot of what she does is just plain wrong. And threatening Breccan like that? Aw hell no. I don’t care if it does get me fired, she needs to be taught a lesson.”
A smile stretched across my face, and I spun in a circle, needing to high five someone, but no one was around. Breccan and his mom had gone for a walk, and I was alone in the house.
“Okay. Can you come over so we can work out the details? I’m at Breccan’s. I’ll provide the booze!”
He snorted out a laugh. “Because no good ‘planning a takedown’ party is complete without cocktails.”
“Exactly!”
I could just imagine him rolling his eyes at me. “Fine, I’ll be there in an hour.”
Ninety minutes later, everyone had gathered, and had cocktails in hand. I convinced Breccan to take his mom out to a late lunch, wanting to make sure he had one hundred percent plausible deniability if something went wrong. He hated the idea and fought me on it, but in the end I convinced him it was the best option. Besides, with his mom leaving in the morning for her new nursing home, I knew he wanted to spend as much time as possible with her.
Simon slouched back on the couch with a beer, while Chase poured himself a gin and tonic and a glass of white wine for me. I took a long swig to quaff my nerves, and stood facing both of them.
“Okay, we all agree that the bitch needs to go down, but it can’t come back on Breccan in any way. So, I came up with what I believe is a pretty brilliant plan. But, I need both of you to help me implement it.”
Simon placed his beer on the table. “So let’s hear it, sis. How are we going to make America hate their own sweetheart?”
A wicked smile overtook me. “That’s just it, we’re not. She’s going to do it all herself and have absolutely no one else to blame.”
Chase’s eyebrows wiggled a bit. “I’m loving the sound of this already.”
“Good,” I told him. “Because you’re going to need to do step one.”
By the time Breccan returned from lunch, the guys had left, and Evelyn wandered into her room to take an afternoon nap. Everything was set into motion. I wrapped my arms around him, tilting my head up to look at his beautiful face.
Breccan bent, placing a small kiss on my lips. “I hate that you’re doing this without me, but I can’t fucking wait until all of this will finally be behind us.”
I pushed up on my tiptoes, drawing Breccan closer for another kiss, this one longer and more heated. Everything inside me, all the stress and worry, seemed to melt as he kissed me. He traced my lips with his tongue, before nibbling on the bottom one. I parted my lips, allowing him to plunge his tongue inside. Warm pleasure soared though me, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Every nerve on edge as his kiss dominated not only my body, but my thoughts as well.
His hands slid around my waist before lowering to cup my ass, pulling me up. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels digging in as his thick arms held me firmly against him.
With each second that his mouth was on me, I became more desperate for his touch. I pushed up and ground my core down, seeking more contact. My nipples hardened and ached as they rubbed against his chest. I tangled my fingers in his hair as his mouth ravaged mine, pulling him closer.
When he leaned back, I was breathing hard. We both were. God, that man was an amazing kisser. He rested his forehead against mine as he continued to hold me up. My hands wrapped around his neck, just enjoying the closeness.
“I’m worried about you,” he admitted quietly.
“Don’t be.”
“You don’t know just how crazy she can be.”
I placed another gentle kiss on his lips. “And she doesn’t know just how fiercely I protect those that I love. There’s no way I’d ever let her get away with hurting you,” I explained simply. “By this time next week, Miranda will be nothing but a fading memory.”
Chapter Ten
Cora
It was late the next evening when Chase called. Breccan and I had a long day moving Evelyn and all of her stuff over to her new nursing home, and getting her settled in. By the time we left, she was flirting with one of the male nurses and asking if she could have cocoa with marshmallows. So I was fairly certain she would adjust pretty well.
Breccan had called a designer to renovate Evelyn’s room at the home, and because he was afraid of it leaking to the press, I handled most of the logistics while snapping photos and sending them to him for approval. The designer had done an amazing job, and we were both so thankful. It made transitioning his mom so much easier. She never realized she’d gone somewhere new.
Now that Evelyn was gone, I had no valid excuse to stay at Breccan’s house any longer. So I packed my small suitcase and heaved it into the trunk of my car.
“You know you can stay,” Breccan insisted.
“I know, but I think this is better for now. At least until the whole Miranda thing is behind us. Besides, I’m out of clean underwear,” I winked at him, and his eyes immediately fixed to my backside.
“Trust me, you won’t be needing any clothes at all if you stay, especially not underwear.” His tone dripped with longing and hunger, and I wanted nothing more than to take him up on that plan, but I knew I couldn’t. We needed to wait. Just a few more days, and then we’d have all the time in the world.
When Chase’s face lit up on my phone, I hurried to answer. I’d been waiting and anticipating the call all day, and was excited to see how phase one went.
“Tell me everything,” I crooned. “Is she suspicious? Did she go for it? Did she fire you? Are we still on for phase two?”
Chase laughed through the phone, “Slow your roll there, darlin’.”
I sat back on the couch, pulling my feet up under me. “Sorry, I’m just anxious. And nervous. And excited,” I laughed. “I’m basically a hot mess.”
“That you are. But no, everything went perfectly. Smooth as silk.”
Relief flooded me and I tilted my head back, “Thank God!”
“I met her
for coffee as she pouted. I made a few side comments about how I wouldn’t be able to meet her on Thursday because I would be house sitting your pretend dog. Of course, she bought it hook line and sinker, demanding to know where you were going. When it ‘slipped’ that Breccan was taking you to Catalina for the weekend, I swear if her head was a cork, it would have popped clean off.”
I squealed in delight. “Brilliant. And I’m sure she’ll put two and two together and realize that means Breccan’s house will be empty as well.”
“So is Simon ready for round two?”
I nodded out of habit, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. “Yep. He set up the ‘exclusive’ with Access Hollywood. They should be there with camera’s rolling if she shows up.”
“When,” he reminded me. “You know that bitch won’t be able to resist the opportunity a second time.”
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