by RC Boldt
With a small laugh, she accepted the microphone and stood on stage in front of their friends and numerous strangers, awaiting the song she was to sing with Lawson.
And, honestly, wasn’t that surprised when the title of the song flashed on the screen of the monitor before them. Madonna’s “Like a Virgin”.
It was fitting since it was a first for her.
Much like most everything else she’d been experiencing with the man beside her.
C
HAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Murphy’s military law #25: If the enemy is in range, then so are you.
Langley’s take: If that isn’t the truth, then I don’t know what is. But, for me, it doesn’t just pertain to the ‘enemy’. It pertains to the person who continues to breach my defenses. The person I don’t mind being ‘in range’ of: Lawson Briggs.
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SLIGHTLY TIPSY LEE WAS ACTUALLY a pretty happy Lee. Who would have guessed?
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a hand sliding across the center console of the vehicle and he knew what it was going for.
His cock. And he knew this how?
Oh, because it was the 4.598 billionth time on the brief five mile drive home that she’d tried to tempt him.
Not only was Tipsy Lee happy, but extremely horny, as well.
Not that he was complaining. Nope. However, he didn’t want to end up driving off the road, so he’d had no choice but to continue deflecting her advances until they made it back home safely. To be honest, he didn’t really expect her to do much once they got inside his place. She’d had a few drinks in celebration of her birthday and he fully expected her to fall fast asleep.
His lips curved up thinking about the night and how lighthearted and happy she’d been. The surprise on her face at the sight of all their friends entering the karaoke bar with birthday gifts in tow had been nothing short of priceless. He’d managed to take a few photos on his phone and couldn’t wait to go through them later on.
Parking beneath the stilted beach home, he turned off the ignition, unbuckling his seatbelt and exiting the vehicle to come around to her side. When he opened the door and reached inside to assist with her seatbelt, he heard her soft voice.
“Thank you.”
Holding out his hand to help her out, he looked down at her curiously, as she got to her feet. “For tonight?” He shrugged it off, reaching in to grab the gift bags she’d received from the others. “That was nothing, Lee. If I’d found out about your birthday earlier, had more planning time, it would’ve been epic. Hell, one year for Raine’s birthday we—”
“Laws.” Her index finger pressed against his lips, halting his words, eyes shining in the moonlight, as her quietly spoken words flowed over him. “Thank you for everything. It was my first birthday party. And it was perfect.”
Lee took a step toward the stairs leading up to the house, tugging on their joined hands. Shoving the door to the SUV closed before pressing the key fob to lock it, he felt dazed as her words finally registered with him.
Tonight had been her first birthday party?
Swinging her up into his arms, he ignored her protests as he made his way up the steps to the door, gift bags dangling from around one arm.
“Laws, you’re going to give yourself a hernia. Put me down.” Then it was, “I’m too heavy. I know how much I weigh and you’ll hurt yourself.”
“Lee,” he ground out in warning, sliding her body down his to stand with him at the door. Gazing into her brown eyes, he tucked her hair behind her ear. “You realize I’m pretty strong, right? I do teach all those classes at the gym.”
“Oh. Right.”
After he unlocked the door, he assisted her over the threshold, closing and locking the door behind him. Hanging up his keys, and setting her gift bags aside on the floor, he toed off his flip flops before noting that she had fallen silent. Turning his attention to her, he saw her leaned back against the wall, dressed in the sleeveless black V-necked top that was made of some silky material, paired with black dress pants that showcased her toned physique. The way those pants looked over her taut ass had driven him crazy the entire evening.
He stepped closer to her, reaching out to trace the line of her jaw. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her lips twisted. “The girls helped me pick out this outfit.”
Shaking his head, he told her, “The outfit is nothing. It’s all you, Lee.” His lips met hers tenderly. Just as he felt her hands glide up his chest, he broke the kiss.
“Let’s get you ready for bed because I still have a gift for you.” Grasping her forearm, and allowing her to lean on him, she removed her own flip flops before he led her down the hallway to the bedroom.
“But I don’t need a gift, Laws,” she protested as they entered his bedroom. “You did everything—made tonight perfect—and that’s plenty. Promise.” Looking up at him, her eyes shining with such affection, it nearly took his breath away.
Reaching for the small box upon his dresser, he handed it to her. “It’s not much. I had a hell of a time trying to find it, actually.” Running a nervous hand through his hair, and tousling the short curls slightly, he shrugged. “It’s pretty cheesy, I know, but I—”
Her gasp interrupted him. She’d opened the box, staring at the contents of it for so long that he became even more nervous.
Maybe it had been a terrible idea. Shit. Shit. Shit.
But the moment her eyes raised to meet his, he saw that they had the slightest sheen to them …
“Laws,” she breathed out, a tiny smile forming on her lips before returning her attention to the opened box. “It’s a Mickey Mouse watch.”
“Yeah. You mentioned that you’d saved up your money for one that one year and your mom got pissed and broke it and you loved that watch so I wanted to—oof!” His rushed, run-on sentence was cut off when she practically vaulted herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
“Uh, so you like it?” Feeling relief, he held her, his hand gliding up and down her back before pressing a kiss to her hair.
“I love it, Laws.” Her response was muffled against his chest. “I love it.” Loosening her embrace to lean back slightly and gaze up at him, he saw the wonder in her eyes. “I can’t believe you did this—that you found it for me.”
“Lee,” his tone was tender, husky. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, he watched as she fastened the watch around her wrist, and said, “Now, let’s get you ready for bed.”
Stepping back, he turned to face his dresser, opening a drawer. Not registering the rustling sounds behind him, he pulled out an old T-shirt—she loved to sleep in those when she spent the night with him—and turned to hand it to her, instantly faltering.
Because he was faced with one of the most spectacular sights he’d ever seen.
Lee had disrobed except for her bra and panties. And, holy fucking shit, they were hot.
“You like them?” Her tone was hesitant, shy almost.
“Hell, yes,” he said on an exhale. “But the watch is what really does it for me,” he teased, huskily.
She gave him a slow smile and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Because the view, her smile and the way she looked … It was beyond words.
Her breasts were encased in a lacy red bra, probably one of those push-up ones, because they seemed to prop up her breasts, displaying them further. And those panties, fuuuuuuuuck. The matching red lace wrapped around her like a second skin.
“Turn around.” His command came out rough, guttural. Like he was hanging on by a thread.
Because he was.
The instant she turned, that thread frayed entirely, as he was given a view of her perfect ass, those red lace boyshorts covering it. There was no way in hell he could resist her, no way he could resist moving forward, gripping her hips, squatting down to place his mouth against one firm cheek of her ass where the crease met her upper thigh. And when he grazed that skin with his t
eeth, he felt her entire body jerk at the contact.
His lips moved against her skin, placing a trail of kisses along the curve of her ass. “You liked that? My teeth on you?”
He heard her let out a small sigh. “God, yes.”
When he pressed his fingers to her core to feel the heat radiating from her, noticing the lace fabric was damp, it sent a flood of arousal through his veins.
Sliding a finger beneath the lace, grazing her smooth, slick outer lips before slipping inside of her wet heat, his lips curved upward in satisfaction at her tiny gasp. While she rocked herself over his finger, he felt her inner muscles give a little clench as if anticipating his cock, and he knew he had to have her.
Withdrawing his finger from her, he stood. Lee turned around to face him, hardened nipples pressed against the lace of her bra.
“You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he murmured—his voice deep, husky—before raising the finger he’d just had inside of her to his lips, sucking off her essence. He held her gaze as she watched him taste her on his fingers, saw her lips part, but her eyes darkening with lust was nearly to his undoing.
Her fingers gripped the waistband of his shorts, unfastening them before tugging them down his legs along with his boxers. He kicked them to the side, frantically unbuttoning his shirt, discarding it, and pulled off his undershirt before he tossed it the floor with the rest of his clothes.
Her hands went to his hips, tracing the indentations of the V-lines beneath his abdominals, continuing upward before she circled his nipples. When she lightly grazed a nail over one, he felt his entire body jerk.
Brown eyes flew to his in surprise, one eyebrow raised in question. “You liked that?”
Shit. He actually had. He hadn’t ever realized his nipples were sensitive—had never had anyone pay attention to them. But when Lee dragged her nail over the top of his nipple just then? Fuck, if he hadn’t felt a surge straight to his cock.
“Apparently so.”
“Hmm, interesting,” she murmured, dipping her head and flicking her tongue against his other nipple before gently abrading it with her teeth. All while wrapping her hand around his cock. And when one of her fingertips grazed over the velvety soft tip, swiping at the moisture there just as her teeth gave a slight tug on his nipple …
“Fuck,” he gritted out. That was it. That was all he could take.
Roughly tangling his fingers in her hair, he pulled her back up, bringing her body flush against his own, and their mouths collided in a fierce, hot kiss. Lips moving over hers, angling his head to deepen it, his tongue darted inside to taste her. The way her tongue slid against his own made him harden even more.
Fingers fumbled at the bra clasp at her back before he finally released it, hands pulling the straps down over her shoulders and arms as she shrugged it off. His hands immediately went to her bare breasts, to the peaked nipples, thumbs brushing against the tips. When she arched into his touch, his voice sounded hoarse to his own ears.
“You like that?” God, she was so responsive to his touch. He ran the pad of his thumb over the tip of her hardened nipple again.
“God, yes.” Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she watched him, parted lips, her chest heaving slightly.
Bending his head, his lips took the other nipple in his mouth, tongue toying with it as one of her hands sifted through his hair, the short curls on his head. When her other hand reached for him, grasping his hardness and working his length, hand gliding up and down in long strokes, he knew he wouldn’t be able to endure much more.
Pulling away, he steered her back onto the bed. His fingers went to her hips, tugged down her lace panties, and slid them down her long legs, letting them drop onto the floor at his feet. Looking up, he met her gaze.
“I have to put my mouth on you … taste you.” His eyes darted back to her glistening folds, lightly tracing a finger down her center.
“What if I want to do the same?”
His eyes flew up to meet hers, pausing. “You’ve been drinking tonight, Lee.”
The corners of her mouth quirked upward. “Implying that you’re taking advantage of little ol’ me, you are.”
God, this woman. Not only was she impressive in all she’d accomplished and sexy as hell, but she was Star Wars-ing his ass—pulling a Yoda-ism on him.
In the bedroom. While they were naked.
“Want you to have regrets, I don’t,” he told her softly, bending over her to press a kiss to her lips.
Could it get any better? No way. There was no way could it get any better than this.
Her next words, tone husky and laden with arousal, instantly proved him wrong.
“Get over here.” She moved to make room for him on the bed, rising to her knees, gaze filled with heat. “I want to taste you … while you taste me.”
Fucking hell. This woman would be the death of him.
Sliding onto the bed to lay on his back, he watched her slide a long leg over him, straddling him, facing away. That ass of hers, so perfect …
Hands reaching out to grasp her firm upper thighs, he tugged her center to his mouth. When his tongue slid inside of her wet heat, when he heard her breathy gasp, satisfaction flowed through him. But it wasn’t long before his thoughts were wiped clean from his mind. Because in the next moment, he felt as though he had officially died and gone to heaven. Her lips had wrapped around his cock, her tongue sliding over his hard length, the light suction of her mouth combined with him simultaneously tasting her, darting his tongue inside her slick folds?
It. Was. Fucking. Heaven.
Releasing a groan as he darted his tongue inside of her, he felt her rock herself over his tongue, felt more wetness coat it. He wasn’t sure how he was enduring her sweet torture, the way her mouth was sliding up and down his cock as deep as she was able to take him, her fingertips grazing the underside of his sack in the softest caress.
Moving his lips to her clit, he applied a light suction while sliding two long fingers inside of her, and they were instantly coated in her arousal. She clenched around his fingers before she began to move, working herself over them. When she suddenly created a stronger suction over his cock, he barely resisted thrusting upward, as he felt himself near his release.
Mumbling against her, his voice came out in harsh, breathy pants. “I’m about to come. If you don’t want to— Fuck!” His expletive came when her fingers pressed, beginning to gently massage circles just beneath his sack.
Lips attached to her clit, he sucked while thrusting two fingers inside of her before adding a third. Feeling her inner muscles tighten, he knew she was close to release. Just as he increased the suction on her clit while thrusting in and out, he felt her moan around his cock.
And that’s when the fireworks truly began.
Her inner muscles clenched hard over his fingers in rapid succession, milking him, riding him while she worked her mouth over his cock, swallowing his release as he came hard, his hips arching off the bed.
A long moment later, she rolled off of him, legs sliding over to his side, her heavy-lidded gaze meeting his as she gave his cock one more swipe of her tongue before moving up to lie beside him, head on his shoulder. He curled an arm around her, holding her close.
As they laid in silence, allowing their harsh breathing to eventually calm, she traced random patterns on his chest. His fingertips grazed along the soft skin of her shoulder and, even in the silence, he had to strain to hear her softly spoken words.
“Beats for you, my heart does.”
And that, right there—her little Yoda-ism—completely did him in.
That was it. He was done for.
Because while she hadn’t specifically told him those three little words, she had told him enough. Those words—the fact that it was Lee saying them—spoke volumes.
Moving slightly, hand reaching to tip her face up to his, he pressed his lips to hers before shifting their bodies, hers beneath his own.
And instead of responding with words,
he showed her. Showed her how much he loved her, adored her, cherished her.
Showed her that while this love thing was new to him, he was on board and not going to budge.
Regardless of what roadblocks they might face down the road.
C
HAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Katz’s law: Men and women will act rationally only when all other possibilities have been exhausted.
Lawson’s take: Has this Katz guy met my friends? Because, wow. He’s on point, especially when it came to them finally getting their acts together and admitting their love. Phew. Katz? Dude, we should totally be friends.
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“HEY, JAFAR. DO I NEED to rub a freaking genie’s lamp in order for you to okay me getting some good coffee for this joint or what?” Noelle’s voice rang out in the office.
She ducked her head, attempting to stifle her smile, hearing Kane snicker at his own desk nearby.
“I’ll tell you what you can rub,” Foster muttered.
Their office manager let out an exasperated breath. “Really, Kavanaugh? Sexual harassment? That’s what you’re resorting to?”
Their boss stared at the sassy blonde, speaking through gritted teeth. “Don’t. Start.”
“Hey, Fos.” Kane’s southern drawl seemed more pronounced, which was usually indicative of one thing: he was preparing to lay on some thick harassment himself. This, she didn’t want to miss.
“Didn’t Noelle look totes gorg the other night for Ford’s birthday?”
Darting her eyes between Noelle and Kane, she had to bite the inside of her cheek to restrain the laughter bubbling up. Totes gorg?
“Totes gorg?” Foster shot an incredulous look at Kane. “What are you, twelve?” With a sarcastic laugh, he said, “Next you’ll be telling me how many people swiped right on your pic on Tinder.”
Kane leaned back in his desk chair, smoothing a hand down his broad, muscular chest, aquamarine eyes dancing with amusement. “Everyone swipes right on my pic, darlin’. I mean, this mug?” He flashed a wide, exaggerated toothy grin. “How could you not? But quit deflecting, bossman. Our Noelle looked hella gorg, didn’t she?” He fixed a pointed look at Foster.
