Valentine for Hire

by Aria Cole

  Bryn owned me.

  I was completely gone.

  Chapter Nine

  Bryn

  I woke the next morning with one heavy, bronzed arm curled around my waist.

  I cleared the sleep from my eyes, rolling over to lock eyes with the man who’d rocked my world last night.

  And this morning.

  Twice.

  I smiled. The touch of his hands burned into the flesh of my body.

  I hoped I’d have bruises. I wanted his marks.

  I wanted anything Brodie was willing to give me in the throes of passion.

  “Mornin’,” Brodie drawled, his wayward grin stealing all the air from my lungs.

  How did he have this effect on me?

  “Hi,” I sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It’s after ten.” I traced the arch of his thick eyebrow with my fingertip. If he wasn’t lying in my bed at this very moment I would never have believed God could create a man so gorgeous. “We should get ready for brunch.”

  Brodie caught my hand, pulling me down into his chest and tucking my head into the crook of his neck. “I’d like to have you for brunch.”

  “Daddy will be mad if we’re late. He hates tardiness.” Brodie’s hands worked up my naked torso as I spoke, distracting me, pulling me under.

  “I happen to believe the best start to a morning is an orgasm.” His fingers slid between my thighs, cool fingertips meeting hot skin.

  “Oh…” I arched, grinding my hips against him.

  “Close your mouth or I’ll fill it with my dick, princess.” He tipped my chin to close my mouth and placed a kiss against my lips as his hand worked in confident strokes. “I want your cum on my fingers.”

  “Brodie…” I clutched at his arm, muscles contracting as arousal charged through my nerves.

  “That’s it, baby. Say it a little louder and everyone will hear you.” His words shot unbridled lust through my body, his fingers scraping across my clit, pressing and swirling and massaging until an orgasm burned through my core.

  “Brodie, Brodie,” I pleaded, covering my eyes with my forearm.

  “Eyes, Bryn. I need your fucking eyes.” His hands guided my face to his, and my arm fell to the pillow above my head. “When we go downstairs we’re going to have to break it to your father that you’re getting married.”

  His palm stilled between my thighs, thumb only just stroking the over-sensitive flesh. “W-what?”

  “Do you want to cum, princess?” His words dripped with sex.

  “Yes, please.” I pushed a hand down the front of his body, anxious to wrap my fist around his cock and entice him into a quickie.

  “You’ll get your orgasm after you promise you’re going to tell your father you’re soon going to be a bride.”

  “A bride? Brodie, what are you talking about?” I stuttered as I tried to fight through the arousal fogging my brain.

  “You and me, princess. It’s happening, sooner rather than later.” His fingers sped up at my clit again, my brain glossing over and losing grip on reality. The bastard planned it this way. He was bribing me into marriage with an orgasm. “I’m going to want a ring on your finger before my baby is in your belly.”

  “Brodie…babies…brides…” I sucked in a lungful of air as he slipped one finger past my entrance. “I can’t think straight.”

  “That’s the plan. Just say yes.” He nipped at my ear, adding another finger as his thumb continued an assault on my clit.

  “Yes, yes, to what…exactly?” I shuddered as the first flushes of my orgasm coursed through me.

  “Yes to being my wife. You already said yes to being mine. Now we make it official.” His throaty voice at my ear nearly pushed me all the way over.

  “Official? Oh God, Brodie…” He caught my wrist and brought to his lips. In slow, delicate licks he trailed his tongue just over some sort of erogenous zone that drove me fucking insane.

  “Say yes and you cum, Bryn.” My brain warred with my heart. Warred with his hands. His words. “You want to cum, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, oh God, yes.” Torture. This fucker was torturing me.

  “Then give me one more yes, one more, and I’ll bury my face between your legs every night for the rest of our lives.”

  “Yes, Brodie! Yes!” My brain sizzled as a thousand shards of ecstasy released passionately through me. His fingers buried deep inside, my pussy feeling so full of him, his hand locked at my wrist, holding me as I writhed and moaned, feeling utterly at his mercy. Deliciously at his mercy.

  “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He grinned and placed a slow kiss on my lips, stealing the last bits of breath I had. “Now say thank you.”

  My eyes flashed open, and the expectant grin on his face drove me a little more over the edge of reason. “Thank you, Brodie.”

  “Good girl.” He sat up in bed, turning to pull me up to my feet and against this hard body. “Now we head downstairs.”

  “I’m going to jump in the shower first.”

  “Nuh-uh.” He caught me by the arm. “I want you smelling like me the rest of the day.”

  He smacked my ass, forcing a stubborn squeak from my throat. “You’re a bastard, Brodie. You used your sexy skills against me.”

  “And that’s just the way you like it. Minute you get bored is the minute I’m a man in trouble.” He pulled me to him, hands wrapping around me and cupping the cheeks of my ass. “One more thing.”

  I arched an eyebrow, pretty sure I was not prepared for whatever would come from his lips next. “Oh?”

  “I know you, and you’re gonna need a reminder to share the news with your parents over brunch, aren’t you?”

  I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms.

  “Spread your legs.” His tone had an edge, a sexy edge that made me a prisoner to him.

  I did as he instructed, inching my feet apart on the plush carpet.

  “Every time you move, I want you to think about what we did up here,” he uttered at my ear, his fingers spreading my silky folds. With one hand, he held up the strappy lace underwear from last night, a rogue grin curling his lips.

  “Brodie…”

  “You bought these for me, right?” The way he fingered the lace between his long fingers, reminding me what those fingers felt like between my legs... “I want to make sure they smell like you.”

  He slipped the hand with the panties between my thighs and gently dragged the fabric between my soaked lips. If I hadn’t been so wet from the first orgasm he’d already given me, I may have been more self conscious, but I wasn’t. It was erotic, everything he did was an incredible turn-on.

  “There we go.” He pushed the fabric against my sensitive clit, forcing a shudder through my body. His hand worked between my legs, sliding the lace across my mound, before crushing the panties in his hand sliding them along the seam of my mouth. “You taste sweeter than candy, Bryn.” He inhaled the scent of the damp panties then shoved them deep in his pocket. “Now go get dressed. We’ve got a brunch to get to.”

  I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe him.

  Now I had to find something to wear that went with the same shade of crimson on my cheeks.

  “I don’t know if I love you or hate you, Brodie.”

  His grin split a little wider. “Little of both, babe. That’s what keeps it interesting.”

  He swatted my ass when I turned to get ready.

  Damn Brodie and his rogue hands, his reckless grin, his wild lips.

  I didn’t stand a chance of making it through brunch with him.

  Chapter Ten

  Brodie

  Bryn squirmed next to me, the tiniest of smiles playing on her face.

  Damn those panties.

  It felt good to know she wasn’t wearing any under that virginal little white dress she wore, and even better to know I’d be the only thing touching her perfect pussy.

  I trailed a fingertip across her knee, loving the way a shudder
pulsed through her. Her lips puffy and swollen from my kisses, she looked like she’d been fucked all night long. Well, she had. Thanks to me.

  “I told Max I could get him on at the company, think he’s a good fit. Says he has experience with computers.” Bryn’s dad prattled on, but my ears perked up when I heard Max’s name. I still couldn’t shake what he’d said last night, that I looked familiar.

  Computers.

  My brother.

  Elite Fling.

  “Shit.” I started choking on the Bloody Mary that’d been handed out to everyone.

  “You okay over there?”

  I nodded at Bryn’s dad. “Just went down the wrong pipe. Sorry about that.”

  “No worries, son.” Bryn’s father went to chattering on about stocks and investments.

  “What’s wrong?” Bryn leaned over, her hand resting on my thigh beneath the table.

  I cast my eyes around the table to make sure no one was paying attention to us. “I know where Max and I met before.”

  Her eyebrows rose, encouraging me to continue.

  I lowered my voice further. “Elite Fling.”

  Her eyes widened as realization dawned. “Seriously?!”

  I nodded. “Positive. Few years ago he told Danny he could maintain the network system, that he had experience.”

  “And…your brother didn’t hire him?” Her fingers looped through mine as we spoke in hushed tones.

  I nodded. “He hired him, all right.” I paused, not sure what to do with this new information. “He worked…with clients.”

  “What?!” Bryn nearly shot out of her chair.

  “Bryn, honey, what’s going on over there?”

  “Nothing, Daddy.” Bryn squeezed my hand under the table. “I just remembered I brought something for you. I’m going to run upstairs and grab it. Brodie, can you help me?” She smiled up at me sweetly. Nearly cracked my fucking heart open. Jesus, I didn’t know someone could entangle their way around someone’s heart as fast as she’d done mine, but it was a fact. I was a slave to Bryn. As long as she kept looking at me, relying on me, loving me, I would die forever devoted to making her happy.

  “Sure.” I stood from my chair, figuring maybe it would have been better if I’d kept my mouth shut on this one.

  But I didn’t believe in living in lies. I’d already just about fucked that up with Bryn once, I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

  I followed Bryn up the stairs, hands locked, before she darted behind the first open door we found and locked us in a bathroom. “Are you fucking kidding me, Brodie Merrick?”

  I shook my head. Hands at her waist. “I wish I was.”

  “You know for sure he was an escort?”

  I nodded, unable to say the words she’d just said.

  “So…” She hopped up on the counter, planting her ass on the edge and dangling her feet. “I can’t believe my snobby stuck-up sister just married a high-end escort? “

  I rested my hands at her waist, nestling my hips between her thighs. “Looks like it.”

  “Well damn..” She curled her hands around my neck. “You think she knows?”

  “She could have met him there,” I offered.

  “Oh my God!” She covered her mouth adorably. “You’re right.”

  Her eyes were so wide I had the urge to kiss the shocked expression right off her face.

  “What’d I say about filling that open mouth?” I tipped her mouth closed, the offer too tempting.

  She arched a playful eyebrow before continuing. “I don’t think she knows… So…should we tell her?”

  “We?” I pulled her a little closer to the edge, sliding a hand under the hem of her dress. “I’m just the messenger. Do with the information what you will.”

  “You’re terrible, Brodie.”

  My fingers made contact with her hot pussy. “I’m addicted.”

  I pushed my fingers, coating in her sweet juices, passed my lips. “Mmm. Never washing the scent of your sweet pussy off my fingers.”

  Her eyes burned back at me, twinkling and sparkling with something I couldn’t quite place. “You keep me on my toes, Brodie, no doubt about that.”

  “And keep you screaming with orgasms. I’d say we’ve got a good thing going. Now let’s finish brunch so we can get back to the city. We’ve got to get you a ring.”

  “A ring?! Brodie!” she squealed when I grabbed her face, covering her pretty lips with a kiss meant to fill her mouth. Shut her up. Remind her she was mine.

  “What’d I say about filling that pretty mouth?”

  First Epilogue

  Bryn

  Days melted into weeks, weeks into a month, before Brodie and I were standing at our own altar.

  Though it looked nothing like my sister’s.

  Brodie and I had taken off into the mountains, rented a cabin, and gotten married overlooking a sparkling lake.

  It wasn’t the grand affair my sister had had, but that wasn’t Brodie or me.

  We’d wanted the day we exchanged our vows to reflect us, our relationship, our love alone.

  And it did.

  Brodie made sure of that.

  He’d pulled out all of the stops, hiring a photographer, a violinist, and even a boat captain to take us out on the gentle waves and exchange our vows. It was the most incredible experience of my life. While we’d initially talked about eloping by ourselves, I’d finally decided that while my family irritated me to no end, it just wouldn’t be the same without them, and apparently Brodie had known that, because he’d gone out of his way to sneak my parents and grandparents into the ceremony. Our only witnesses were the dozen people that we loved and cherished the most.

  And then we could send them home and have this mountain cabin to ourselves.

  I figured that’d been Brodie’s plan all along.

  I’d quickly learned that when he set his mind on something, he stopped at nothing until he got it, and that had included me.

  But lucky for him I loved being owned by him. I loved the way he made my body feel. I loved the way he made my heart feel. I loved the way he made me feel, period.

  And what had my parents said when I’d confessed Brodie and I were getting married?

  Well, I never did blurt it out that day at brunch like I was supposed to, and Brodie had punished me for it after, landing six mind-numbingly blissful smacks on my ass once we’d gotten back to my room that day, just like I’d hoped for. But soon after, Brodie said not telling was better. This way he could do it the right way—the traditional way.

  Traditional.

  I never dreamed I’d hear that word coming from Brodie’s mouth.

  But turns out when it came to certain things—his love for me, mostly—he was very traditional.

  So traditional that he asked my father for my hand in marriage.

  Hearing the story after made me melt, making me more sure than ever that he was the man for me.

  Then there was the situation with my sister. I never told her about Max. Not because I didn’t believe Brodie—in fact, it made more sense than ever, and I knew I had only to ask Brodie’s brother for the proof. But I didn’t want to do that for my sister’s sake. I didn’t think she could handle knowing. And if she did know, and she had met him there, then I figured she didn’t want me or anyone knowing about it anyhow. And perhaps Max had moved on from that life. He was obviously trying to better himself by working in the computer field.

  Max and my sister had that thing about them. That thing that they thought made them untouchable, above everyone else. Insecurity masquerading as arrogance, meeting narcissism, but I let her live the life she’d chosen. I accepted her and loved her for who she was.

  Because through it all, I’d gotten the life I’d always wanted.

  I’d found the man of my dreams who keeps me fulfilled, inspired, and completely in love.

  Which is why on the last day of our honeymoon, as we cruised the Caribbean in a rented yacht, I was overjoyed to tell him the secret I’d been
carrying.

  The little miracle we’d made.

  “Jesus, babe,” he’d said, pulling me into his comforting arms. “Now we’ve got everything.”

  And we did.

  This was the start of our forever—brides, babies, mini-vans and all.

  Somehow, meeting Brodie had instantly filled an empty hole in my heart. One that had lurked long and that no one could fill but him.

  “We’ve got everything, babe,” I murmured, catching his lips with mine.

  “You’re the best thing that will ever happen to me.” He nipped at my bottom lip, hands cupping my jaw just like they always did when his lips touched mine. “Told you I was one lucky motherfucker.”

  I smiled despite myself, remembering the day we met, those very words coming from his mouth.

  “Should have listened to you from day one, huh, Merrick?” I wrapped an arm around his neck, nuzzling a little closer.

  “Damn right, beautiful. Best decision of your life was saying yes.”

  His hands slipped into my bikini bottoms, palms cupping my ass cheeks.

  “I can’t wait to bury myself inside you tonight.” His finger slipped between my cheeks, sliding past the tight ring of muscle at my backside.

  “Oh God.” I arched, gripping his neck. “Why wait?”

  “I like your filthy mind, Mrs. Merrick.” His finger pressed a little deeper, the ridge of his cock grinding against the damp fabric of my bottoms. “You won’t need these.”

  His finger caught the tie and pulled. The bottoms fell from my body and he tossed them on the gleaming deck.

  “I’ll love you every day of forever, Brodie Merrick.” I kissed his lips, groaning as I felt the hardening in his swim shorts. His cock was sliding against my aching flesh a moment later.