Cook Brothers: The Whole Flipping Family

by BJ Harvey

  April: In his defense, it’s not like he’s ever had experience with his mom dating anybody.

  Jamie: So, I need to give him the birds and the bees and “Mommy has needs too” talk?

  Damn, that’s sweet and hot and hilarious all at once.

  April: His mom does have needs, but that’s nothing I can’t deal with by myself in the shower.

  I’m totally going to hell for that text. I imagine him reading the message, almost wishing I had X-ray vision so I could see his reaction.

  I don’t have to wait that long, my phone vibrating in my hand with a video call from the man himself.

  “Hi.” I giggle. His eyes are narrowed but scorching hot. His forehead bunches as if he’s in physical pain.

  “Do you know what that image does to me?” he rumbles. “Worse still, knowing that your bedroom is on the other side of the wall where I sleep and wondering whether it would be too much to knock my own hole through just so I can sneak into your room at night undetected?”

  My eyes grow wide, and I reach out to grab hold of the bedpost, locking my knees, so I don’t melt to the floor.

  “My lovely likes that,” he says, his lips curving up in the most lascivious and sexy grin. God, I love his name for me. It’s meaningful and unique and just between us.

  “I do. It gives me ideas that might have me taking a shower sooner rather than later.”

  He groans, closing his eyes and biting his lip. “Fuck… I’m hard as hell right now, and I’ve got contractors measuring the kitchen so I can’t do anything about it.”

  Dropping down onto the bed, I stretch out on my back, holding the phone above my head.

  “That’s not helping,” he grinds out, his eyes hooded and locked on mine through the screen.

  “I needed to get more comfortable. The thought of you being so turned on and so close yet unable to relieve yourself is kind of thrilling.”

  “You’re welcome to get more comfortable over here in about an hour,” he says as a shudder travels through me.

  “An hour, you say…” I switch the phone to one hand and reach down to run the tip of my finger across my lips. “I’m not sure I can wait. Do you mind if I…” I run my hand down to the neckline of my white tank, toying with the straps. Making sure to angle the camera lower, I dip inside the cup of my bra and close my eyes when my thumb brushes over my right nipple.

  “Thirty minutes,” he rasps, the low notes in his voice scoring a direct hit between my legs.

  I open my eyes and meet his, trying to look innocent. “But your contractors…”

  “Can start early on Monday. I’ve got someone far more fucking important to do.”

  I kiss Axel on the cheek, give Betty the excuse of needing to help Jamie with something—not exactly untrue, albeit slightly misleading—and walk over to the house without a minute to spare. As soon as my feet hit the top of the stairs, the front door swings open, Jamie appears, and his arm snakes around my waist. He hauls me inside. My arms loop over his shoulders just before I crush my mouth to his, his tongue delving between my parted lips, as he carries me down the hallway.

  When we reach his room, his hands go to my ass. He lifts me as I jump up and wrap my calves around the back of his legs. Not tearing ourselves apart, we fall down onto the mattress, Jamie’s body breaking my fall. Then I dive into action, putting my arms on either side of his head and holding myself above him as he drags his lips against my skin, trailing them over my jaw and down to my neck. A deep, desperate moan escapes me, and I swear I feel his dick pulse when I do. I roll my hips against him, wanting to drive him just as crazy as his touch is making me.

  “Jamie…” I whisper harshly, my breaths coming hard and fast after he runs his tongue down my throat before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of my shoulder.

  “Clothes. Off. Now,” he spits out from beneath me, cupping my shoulders and pushing me up to straddle him. He lifts his torso so he’s sitting, his legs hanging off the side of the bed. Then his hands are on my legs and moving my knees to either side of his hips.

  From there, it’s a blur of flying fabric and wriggling limbs as we remove my offending items at warp speed. When I go to drag my bra straps down my arms, Jamie’s large, rough hands cover mine, and in a startling yet touching change of pace, he slowly inches his hands down and off, one by one. His fingers caress my face as he holds me still and moves in, brushing his lips against mine once, twice, three times before finally deepening the kiss.

  When he finally lets me up for air, I sit there staring at him, my eyes glazed, my breathing labored, my heart galloping as I lose myself in the swirling depths of his hooded stare.

  “Hi,” I whisper, his answering smile and confused expression causing me to giggle. “Don’t get me wrong; I’m not complaining about the way you greeted me at the door, but I do think it’s funny that it took us ten minutes at least to say one word to each other.”

  “There were more important things to take care of,” he says as his attention drifts over my face and down to my bare breasts now pressed against him.

  I quirk a brow as I follow his gaze down and realize—somewhat belatedly—he must’ve answered the door in his boxers and a tee.

  “Someone was feeling confident,” I muse, my lips twitching. He doesn’t blush or seem apologetic at all. If anything, his grin widens. “There was no time to waste. Who knows when someone could interrupt us?”

  “Oh, really?” I run my hands over his arms, then bring them to rest on his shoulders. “We shouldn’t delay the inevitable…”

  “But—”

  I catch him by surprise, shoving him onto his back and covering his mouth with mine. Then I’m sliding my near naked body against his, kissing and nipping his skin as I go. Licking my lips, I glance up at him, reveling in his blown pupils and parted lips. Jamie was rough and sexy just being Jamie, but half-naked and longing, looking at me like I am the goddess about to fulfill his every desire? He’s absolutely stunning.

  I run the tips of my fingers up his chest, raking my nails over his nipples then glide them back to dip under the waistband of his boxer briefs. With his eyes locked with mine, he quirks a brow as I snake my hand down and in to palm his cock. I have my skin on his, touching his most intimate body part for the first time. The heat is singeing; my entire body comes alive as if I’ve been electrified. Uncontrollable need surges through me, and I lose focus on my plan to go slow. I wanted to take my time, explore his body and let him discover mine. I wanted to build this from soft and tender to wild and out of control. But I should’ve known. We’re finally alone together with all the time in the world—a few glorious uninterrupted hours anyway. I’ve got my mouth and hands on him, and any plans I made have gone out the window. I want it all, and I want it already.

  “You stare at my dick any longer, lovely, and I’m gonna get a complex.”

  My narrowed gaze snaps up to his amused one, the corner of his lips turned up in challenge.

  Not looking away, I lower my head and plant a line of open-mouthed wet kisses along the length of his cock through the fabric, starting at the base and ever-so-slowly working my way to the top.

  “Jesus,” he groans

  “Jesus won’t help you right now. Only I can do that.”

  Tapping his hips, he lifts up, and I tug his boxers down, revealing an angry, throbbing cock begging for my attention, and who am I to deny it—and me—the pleasure? I dip my head and circle my tongue around the head of his cock, then drive back down to take him all in my first go. The guttural groan I get in reply is so deep and long; I’m near on saturated and halfway to the first orgasm not by my own hand in six years.

  His hand drifts down to lightly rest on my head. There’s no pressure or guidance; it’s more an anchor between the two of us.

  I take him to the base and swallow, a ripple running through his torso as he shakes, chest heaving. He sucks in a deep breath. His fingertips biting into my scalp have my own climax threatening to make an early arrival,
and there’s no way I’m letting that happen without his mouth on me or his cock in me.

  “Fuck, that feels so damn good.” His voice is so low and deep. It’s like a smooth whiskey burning its way down my throat, leaving a wave of warmth in its wake. He’s so gone, and so am I. It turns me on so much more knowing I did that to him, and that he let me in to get him there.

  He bends at the waist, both hands moving to my hips as he maneuvers me up and around until I’m on my hands and knees over him, my thighs framing his shoulders.

  When his hand runs up the inside of my leg, and a finger traces my sex, dragging wetness as it goes, I lose any semblance of control. My eyes—and mouth—on the prize, I dip down and continue my assault.

  Warm breath fans over my slick heat before his lips envelop my clit and his tongue works unheard of magic on me, my mind and body completely separating.

  “Oh fuck yes,” I say. I buck my hips, his nails biting into my ass urging me on as he licks and sucks and pushes one long, thick finger inside of me.

  My entire body ignites, every inch of my being vibrating with need and want, wanting less and more and not knowing if I will survive the orgasm I know he’s going to give me. I up my efforts, taking him longer and deeper, lifting to the tip and sucking hard before taking him to the back of my throat. He hums against my swollen nub, and I feel myself beginning to crash headfirst over the edge. If I don’t survive the fall, at least I’ll know I went out with a bang. I gently grate my teeth against his shaft, and he stiffens from head to toe, his tongue pushed far inside me, his finger pressing hard against my clit and circling it before rubbing it side to side.

  I’m gone just as he drops his head back, grabs hold of my thigh, and digs his teeth in, grunting out his climax as Jamie releases down my throat, crying out with my mouth full as I push hard against him and slowly come back down to earth.

  He runs his tongue over the bite. I know he’s left a mark, and I can’t wait to see it and remember exactly how it got there.

  “I got a bit carried away,” he rasps, his hands running down my thighs and back up my legs to rest on my hips. “Get back up here, lovely. I want to taste you again before I sink deep inside and look into your eyes while I’m doing it.”

  A shiver of anticipation moves through me as I shakily turn and brace myself over him. He runs his hands around my waist and up my back before pressing down, holding my body to his. Sliding his fingers into my hair, he cups my head and pulls me down for a slow, gentle, and absolutely perfect kiss. It’s soft lips and languid strokes of his tongue against mine.

  I lift my head and rest my cheek against his. Our lips are just touching. My heart is pounding. My girl parts continue to pulse feverishly. Jamie’s chest rumbles, and he chuckles when I bury my forehead into his neck.

  “You hanging in there?” he asks, playfully.

  “I’m angry, and I’m wrung out, and I don’t want to argue with you.”

  His body goes still beneath me. “What on earth do you have to be angry about?”

  “Because I was supposed to make you lose control first,” I huff, pressing my lips to his neck.

  He shuffles on the mattress until we’re lying side to side, facing each other, one of his arms under my head, the other resting on my hip.

  “You’re angry because I made you come first?” His eyes are wide as they take me in. “You damn near destroyed my stamina the minute you wrapped your mouth around my dick. I was ready to blow in thirty seconds flat, something I haven’t done since I was fifteen and fumbling in my parents’ back shed. You…” He slides his palm up my side, grazing my breast with his thumb on the way. “You taste like heaven, you suck like a dream, and in ten minutes time, I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you I won’t ever want to come out again.”

  I open my mouth to argue—about what, I don’t know—but he silences me with a hand to my jaw, commanding my full attention. “Don’t ever doubt the effect you have on me, lovely, because the first time I saw you, I wanted you, and every day since then that has only grown stronger.”

  “Well… dammit. I can’t argue with any of that,” I mutter, unable to stop myself. In one swift movement, I’m rolled on my back, my hands are on his shoulders, and he braces over me, his eyes boring into mine.

  “I promise we can argue tomorrow.” He dips his lips to brush over mine. “But tonight is for us, and you can be damn well sure we’re going to make it count.”

  He presses his hips forward, his hard length gliding between my legs and making me whimper. My fingers bite into his skin as I lean up to kiss the underside of his jaw, the rough stubble my undoing.

  “So, about those ten minutes…” I stare into his eyes, my heart clenching at how lucky I am to have this man in my life. It may have only been a short time, but does it matter when you’re living life and enjoying the hell out of it with a beautiful man by your side?

  17

  Jamie

  “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything else. I just thought…” She diverts her eyes as if to look anywhere else but at me. I pinch her chin lightly between my thumb and index finger, gently turning her head to meet my stare.

  “Oh, lovely, I’m fighting everything I have in me not to pin you down right now and drill you into this mattress.”

  Her lips part, her tongue darting out to wet them. Her eyes are blown, her gaze so scorching I can feel it like flames licking my skin.

  “I wanted to make our first time together special.” I cup her jaw, brushing my thumb over her skin. “You deserve special.”

  She looks up from beneath me, her teeth sinking into her lip, her eyes softening for the barest of instances until she snorts. Her arms move around my shoulders and drag my body down onto hers. She buries her face in my neck just as she bursts out laughing. Her chest shakes with it, her hips jerking against mine making a harder situation all that more difficult because she’s naked, I’m naked, and all I want to do right now is turn that laughter into moaning.

  A groan rumbles in my chest as she circles her hips in exactly the right way to have me reconsidering my plan to draw this out.

  “Jamie, I love that you want that for us, but if you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll get dressed, go home, and get myself off in my bed while you listen through the wall, just so you know how seriously turned on I am right now.”

  “You think I wouldn’t break down your door?” I thrust my hips against hers, loving the hitch in her breath as I run my length over her clit. I drop onto my forearms, pressing her down with my chest and running my hand down her side. I brush my thumb over her pert nipple and lower, reaching between us to trace her seam and finding her wet and waiting.

  I lift up, dropping my eyes to watch my finger slowly disappear inside of her. Her body undulates as I push it deep. She clenches around me, so tight and hot. Needing more room to move, I shift to my side next to her, snaking my arm beneath her head and drawing her close so I can kiss her while I bring her to the edge again.

  “I guess…” she pants as I add another finger, “you’re shutting up.”

  “You won’t be though. You’re gonna scream and give me one more; then I’ll give you what we both want.” I withdraw and slowly push in another finger swallowing her moans as I stretch her. I run my lips along her jaw till my mouth is at her ear. “I’ll show you just how special I can make you feel.”

  With the curve of my fingers inside of her, I find her G-spot and lift up in time to meet her eyes and watch her fall, her body tightening around me as she cries out her orgasm, her hips grinding against my hand.

  I kiss her softly, easing her back down to earth. I slowly withdraw, resting my hand on her hip and deepening the kiss, loving the way she clings to me as if she’s trying to get closer.

  With one last stroke of my tongue, I pull back, proud of the dazed expression shining back at me.

  “You still want more?” I ask hoarsely.

  She rests a hand over my heart, running her fingers back and forth through
the light smattering of hair on my chest. “I’m ready to show you the kind of special I want.”

  I dip my head and give her one last hard and fast kiss before pushing myself up and off the bed. I reach into my bag on the floor for a condom. I glance up to find April perched on an arm, watching me, her eyes fixed on my crotch, her hand slowly toying with herself as I rip open the foil packet and cover my cock.

  I stalk toward her, putting a knee to the mattress and rolling her onto her back. Stroking my hand up and down my hard-on, my eyes are glued to her fingers rubbing and rolling against her skin before she eases a finger inside herself. My control snaps, and in the blink of an eye, my face is buried between her legs, wrapping my lips around her clit, and flicking my tongue back and forth to ramp her up again. When her hands move to my head, and her nails bite into my scalp, I push off and rise to brace myself above her. I lift her leg as I go and wrap it around my hips until I’m pressing the head of my cock at her entrance. Dipping down, I brush my lips against her mouth and pull back just enough to watch her eyes before slowly pushing inside her until I’m buried deep and her lids flutter closed with a soft whimper.

  “You feel so damn good,” I groan, easing back before finding a steady rhythm. Her hips buck against mine. She hooks her other leg behind my back, opening herself up to me as the sex goes from hot to messy in the best possible way. Her hands grip my shoulders, our lips fused together as we pant against each other, my body like a tightening spring preparing to explode. She turns her head and bites my earlobe, and it’s then I know this needs to end for her before I end it far too soon myself.

  I drop to a forearm and drive deeper into her, gliding my hand between us and rubbing her clit with the pad of my thumb. Three more thrusts and her entire body clenches around me, my ears ringing as she cries out her climax just as I plant myself to the hilt and growl out her name, all rational thought leaving my brain.

  Rolling onto my back, I pull her over with me as we both fight to catch our breath. She rests her head on my shoulder, her warm breath coming in waves across my skin.