by Amy Brent
Table of Contents
Title Page
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
A Note from the Author
Show Stopper
Club Desire
Con Man
Christmas with Boss Brothers
Amy Brent’s Sneak Peek’s
More Steamy Romance by Amy Brent
Brother’s Best Friend for Christmas
A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance
by
Amy Brent
Copyright © 2017
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
Description
He was my first. My everything. My brother’s best friend.
Filthy-mouthed, tattooed, arrogant, womanizer.
Tyler knew how to melt my panties... and my heart.
But he disappeared when I needed him.
Now years later, he's back for Christmas as my brother’s friend and business partner.
Sitting at my parents dining room table,
Undressing me with his eyes.
I can’t forget the night he took my V-card.
And I wonder what harm would it be to replay that scene now...
It’ll be just one more night.
Hit-it-and-quit-it.
I'll finally get over him and move on with my life - once and for all, right?
Now that Santa’s making my wish come true,
I can see my whole world turning upside down.
Turns out this is the hottest mistake of my life.
And screwed has never felt so good!
Chapter 1
Tyler
“Told you this place was jumping,” Luke said.
“Dude, you weren’t kidding. Look at all the hot women in this place,” I said.
The music was thumping, and the women were grinding their hips against one another on the dance floor. My best friend, Tyler, and I were heading to Los Angeles. in the morning to look at potential spots for growing our food delivery business. Also, to meet his pretentious parents, but who gave a shit about that? LA had some of the finest clubs with some of the hottest women on the planet, and I was ready to expand into an area where I could broaden my pool of possibilities.
But, I needed to have myself a little reminder of home to take with me into the abyss of a new city.
“Want a drink?” Luke asked.
“You asking me on a date?”
“Fuck you, man. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day, and we’ve got some fuckin’ work ahead of us. You getting drunk or not?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’ll take a Long Island Iced Tea,” I said.
“Who the fuck said I was getting the drinks?” Luke asked.
“Because you asked me if I wanted a damn drink.”
“You better be glad you’re good at this business shit, man. Because you’re a dick,” he said.
“You know you envy every part of me. It’s why you keep me around,” I said.
Luke went off to get drinks, and I went back to surveying the club. There was a woman in this tight red dress with her tits mashed up to her face and her ass practically falling out of the piece of fabric she was passing off as clothing. The bright pink drink in her hand and the way her hips were swaying told me she was looking to mingle in a very serious way.
“Already got your eye on someone?” Luke asked returning with the drinks.
“I need to get it in tonight if we’re going to meet your parents,” I said.
“You still harpin’ on that?” he asked.
“I still don’t get why I need to meet your parents. And this sister of yours? What’s her name?”
“Amber,” he said. “And you don’t have to meet them, but I want you to.”
“Well, if they’re anything like you, they won’t be anything like me,” I said.
“No one’s like you, Tyler. It’s why you’re full of it,” he said, smirking.
“Someone in here’s about to be full of it in a second,” I said.
“The chick in the red dress?” he asked.
“You see her, too?”
“Who the fuck couldn’t? Look at that rack,” he said.
“I know, right. Ten bucks says they’re real,” I said.
“Not tits like those. You’re on,” he said.
I sucked down my drink before I made my way toward her. I had the deadly combination women couldn’t resist: tan skin, brooding brown eyes, and dark hair. I was tall, I was muscular from being outside all the time, and women couldn’t stand to be away from me. I had the body that allowed me to be picky about the women I slept with, and tonight I had my eye on the prize.
I wanted my dick between those luscious red lips of hers, and that’s exactly what I was going to get.
I scooted behind that thick ass of hers. My hand dipped to her waist, and she tossed her hair around, smacking me in the face with it before her eyes landed on me. Just like so many other women before her, the protective fire in her eyes simmered down to a lustful bedroom stare. The hips she was so willing to pull away from me only seconds ago found their way back into the palms of my hands, and her back leaned into my chest just as I leaned my nose into her hair.
She smelled of apples, alcohol, and sinful delight, and I knew I was in the moment she started grinding her hips deep into mine.
Luke kept telling me to stay away from his sister, Amber, but I was in no mood to fuck anyone who looked like him. Not only that, I wasn’t in the mood to fuck anyone named Amber.
Not since college, at least.
That’s where I met Luke. In college when I started their business program. He was the only guy I’d ever met that could keep up with my partying, meet me shot for shot, and still stay on top of his thirst for developing his own business. Our food delivery business was something we spitballed one night when we were drunk, so every time we took a step forward, we always celebrated like we did in college.
In a club, surrounded by beautiful women, with drinks in our hands.
The woman in my arms turned around and presse
d those glorious tits against my body. She bit down on her lower lip, drawing it in between her teeth, and my cock roared to life at the mere sight of it. I slipped my leg between hers, feeling her grind her thin panties down onto the top of my thigh, and I smirked when I felt the growing wet spot soak the fabric of my pants.
She was ready to go, and I was eager to take her.
I crooked my finger underneath her chin and pulled her gaze up to mine. Her eyes were beautiful, a pretty hazel that matched her long blonde hair beautifully.
But I didn’t give a shit about what her eyes looked like. All I wanted to know was what that pussy felt like.
I captured her lips with mine, and she instinctively slipped her arms around my neck. My hands pressed into her lower back, squeezing those massive tits closer to my body, and the more I pressed her into me, the more confident I felt about that ten dollars making it into my wallet. Fake tits didn’t feel this pliable underneath tension, and Luke would be pissed when he had to pay up.
I took her hand when she dropped down to her feet and wound her through the crowd. I could smell her pussy wafting up from my leg, and it fueled a fire inside of me that was raging out of control. We busted into the women’s bathroom and locked ourselves into a stall, then I pinned her body against the locked door as my lips attacked her neck.
She tasted of salty sweat and stale perfume, but that didn’t bother me in the slightest. I tugged on her red dress, popping her sweet tits out for me to taste, and I got on my knees so I could suckle them the way they deserved. My hand cupped her breast and held it up, my tongue playing with her thick nipple while I looked around for any scarring.
“Oh, they’re real, honey. Take your time,” she said breathlessly.
“Perfect,” I said, murmuring around her nipple.
I tugged and sucked until her pink nipple was black and blue. She grabbed fistfuls of my hair and shoved me deep into her cleavage, and I couldn’t help but shake my head back and forth. She moaned as my stubble worked the sides of her tits while my hands traveled up her legs, and it was then I realized why it didn’t take long for her to soak my jeans.
She wasn’t wearing any fucking panties.
“Oh, you naughty little girl,” I said.
I slid up the flimsy fabric of her dress and threw her leg over my shoulder. Her heel dug into my leather jacket while my lips devoured her pussy, and I pressed her hips into the cold metal door. She dripped wonderfully into my mouth, writhing and twisting as she moaned her sweet sounds. Her clit pulsed underneath my tongue as wonderfully disgusting phrases dripped from her lips, and I could feel her approaching her climax as she shook against my mouth.
“Oh, fuck me, daddy. Oh, yes. Fuck, that tongue. Don’t stop. Please. Oh, I’ll do anything for you, daddy. Holy shit.”
I was going to hold her to that promise as she thumped her head against the door. She ground down onto my face as my cock leaked from its tip, coating the inside of my boxers while her beautiful pussy drenched my face. Her thighs clenched and her stance faltered, causing her back to slide down the door. I stood up and caught her in my strong arms while I licked my lips, tasting every bit of her as I held her close to my chest.
“Holy shit,” she said breathlessly.
She sank to her knees while her body still trembled and her hands quickly undid my jeans. My cock sprang free for her, bouncing on her lips while my hand grabbed a massive fist of her beautiful blonde hair. Those crimson lips wrapped perfectly around my cock, kicking her gag reflex into gear as I pushed in as far as she would let me.
“Make daddy proud, alright sweetheart?” I asked.
She moaned around my cock at my words while those beautiful tits rubbed against my legs. I thrust slowly in and out of her warm, wet mouth, watching her lipstick streak my dick as her hand worked my base. I had yet to meet a woman that could take all of me, and my chest swelled with pride every time her gag reflex spat me back out.
“Holy shit, you’re huge,” she said.
She sucked and licked my tip as precum dripped onto her tongue, and every time she hollowed out her cheeks my thighs began to quake. Her mouth was so warm and wet, and the slight graze of her teeth along my engorged veins made my dick throb even more. I grabbed her hair tightly before I began to really fuck that beautiful face of hers, and tears slowly streamed down her cheeks as she hummed around my dick.
She looked incredible, wanting to please me so desperately.
“You like that cock?” I asked.
I watched her nod as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.
“You want to feel my cum down your throat?” I asked.
I watched her nod again before she hummed with pleasure around my dick.
“Will you swallow every single drop, so not a bit of it goes to waste?” I asked.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she mumbled.
Both of my hands grabbed her hair as I fucked my dick all the way down her throat. Her hands wrapped around and grabbed my ass cheeks, her fingernails digging into my skin as I threw my head back in ecstasy. It had been a very long time since I’d had a good blowjob, and for a split second another girl’s face popped into my mind.
Those big doe eyes that shined the color of the sea and those thin lips that swelled to twice their size every single time I pulled a kiss from her.
Amber.
Why the fuck did Luke’s sister have to be named Amber, too?
I grunted as I thrust my dick down her throat. I could feel my balls pulling up into my body as my ass fell onto the toilet seat, and this remarkably skilled woman kept her throat closed around me while her nose touched my pelvis. Pump after pump of cum spurted from my throbbing cock, and every time her throat closed around me to swallow it all down I jumped and shook with pleasure.
She gave me one last suck before she released my dick, and the way her spit dribbled down my cock was euphoric. My head was spinning, and she was panting, and I could feel her bare tits pressing against my shins as she laid her head down onto my thigh.
I didn’t give a rat’s ass about meeting Luke’s parents.
Nor did I give a rat’s ass about meeting some bullshit sister named Amber.
“You want to go back out and dance awhile, handsome?” she asked.
“What’s your name, doll?” I asked.
“Glory,” she said.
“I’m not really feeling like dancing right now, Glory,” I said. “But, if you tuck those beautiful tits in and go back out there, I’ll come find you in a second.”
“Can’t wait to see you out there, handsome,” she said.
I watched her walk out of the bathroom before I tucked myself back into my pants. I had no intentions of finding her on the dance floor, nor did I have any intentions of staying any longer at this club. I got what I came for, and it was time to go home and pack.
After all, Luke wasn’t the type of guy to dress in T-shirts and a leather jacket, and something told me his family wasn’t the kind that would either.
“So?” Luke asked as he came up to me. “Who’s got the ten bucks?”
“I do,” I said, smirking.
“No shit! They’re real?” he asked.
“And oh, did they taste amazing,” I said.
“You ready to get out of here?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m running a bit low on energy, to be honest.”
“Oh, shit! She made you cum? Dude, that never fucking happens.”
“Some pairs of lips are just better than others,” I said.
“I’ll head on out with you. We’ve got an early flight to LA tomorrow anyway.”
“You sure you don’t just want me to find a hotel when we get there? It could be a place where you get away when the family becomes too much,” I said.
“Nah, it’s all good. My sister isn’t living there so the house won’t feel as crowded. Don’t worry about it, dude. You’ll be in the guest room. You’re at the back of the house so it won’t feel like you’re staying with a bunch of strangers.”
/> “I’m not worried about that, they’re going to want to, you know, get to know me and shit,” I said.
“And what’s wrong with that?” Luke asked.
I shot him a look, and he rolled his eyes. He knew my past with my parents. They were drug addicts and shit human beings. I’d told him the stories where I’d come home, and they’d be passed out in their own vomit. He knew the real reason why I went to college.
I didn’t fucking go to college to get an education. That was just some side-gig.
I went to college to get away from them.
“I’ll tell them not to get to know you then,” he said.
“Good. Tell them to leave me the fuck alone,” I said, smirking.
“But, my mom’s probably going to dote on you,” he said.
“She’s probably going to want my dick, too,” I said.
“That’s my mom you’re talking about,” he said.
“Sorry, dude. My bad. But really, this is who I am. You really think your family will like the fact that I’m your best friend and business partner?” I asked.
“How the fuck are you going to know if you don’t give them a chance to get to know you?” he asked.
“Fuck you and your cyclical arguments,” I said.
“That’s why I negotiate contracts, and you deal with everything else,” he said, grinning.
“Come on, let’s get out of here. I think Little Miss Red Dress spotted me.”
