Brother's Best Friend for Christmas: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Amy Brent

  “Your pussy’s so tight. Tell the surgeon I said, ‘thank you.’”

  I snapped my hips against her hips, rendering her speechless as I felt her walls flutter around my cock again. Destiny’s eyes rolled into the back of her head while her hands came up to massage her tits, and I ripped myself from between her legs and watched the frustration barrel across her face.

  “What the fuck?” she breathed.

  “Not until I ruin that pussy again, Destiny. I’ll send you back to the surgeon after I’m done with you.”

  Destiny threw herself up to me and knocked me to the bed before she planted her knees on either side of my head. Before I could do anything, she sank her pussy onto my lips, stifling my moans before my tongue began its ministrations. Her body shivered and jolted with each flick my tongue gave her swollen clit, and my hands grasped her hips, urging her to move on my face.

  She rocked back and forth, my stubble raking across the insides of her thighs while my tongue slithered along her clit. I drank her down, gulping her juices before I slid out from underneath her. She fell to her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath as she trembled from the exertion of her denied orgasms. But the moment she felt my hand crack across her ass, she let out a squeal of excitement.

  “Oh, Alex. Punish me, you bad boy. Show me who’s the boss.”

  “I’m in control,” I said before I smacked her ass again. “You’ll come only when I say you will.”

  I grabbed her hips and jammed my cock back into her body before I wrapped my hand up in the long tendrils of her fake blond hair. She moaned and quaked, bucking back into me with her hips while I slammed into her tight little pussy. Her juices dripped from my balls onto her bed, soaking the sheets she kneeled on while sweat dripped down my body. It ran down my shoulders before it left trails down the peaks and valleys of my chest. My washboard abs were covered in a sheen of sweat created by my own orgasm denial, but I knew I had to wear her out.

  If I wanted what I came here for, she needed to pass out after we had sex.

  “You like that? You like it when I fuck you like a ragdoll?”

  “Oh yes, Alex. Please don’t stop. Please let me come on that massive dick of yours.”

  I didn’t want to give it to her, not just yet. I released her hair and let her body fall to the bed while she shook with frustration. I leaned back onto my heels, panting for air while I surveyed her body. Then, I watched her roll over as tears glistened in her eyes. I knew what she wanted. I knew she wanted to come. I knew she was struggling, willing to beg for anything, do anything for me, just to get what she wanted.

  But, there was something I wanted first.

  “Lay your head off the bed,” I said.

  Without another word, Destiny shuffled herself along the bed. Her head was cranked back, hanging off the side while her hair dangled to the floor. I slid off the bed and walked over to her, bouncing my come-covered cock off the tip of her nose. Destiny wrapped her arms around my thighs, digging her fingernails in. It pulled a groan from my throat just before she planted a kiss to the inside of my leg.

  “Slide that dick down my throat, baby,” she moaned.

  I lined my cock up with her mouth and slowly slid it all the way to the back. I could feel my balls hanging low, dancing on her nose while her throat swallowed me whole. Her mouth was so warm, I thought I was going to blow my load right there, but I took a deep breath and played with Destiny’s lusciously fake tits as a distraction.

  She swallowed, causing my cock to twitch before I dropped my face to her nipples. I suckled her painfully pert nipples, jolting her body while my cock slammed into the back of her throat. My hips began to roll, sliding my dick across her tongue while she cleaned me up. I could feel her tongue wrapping around the head of my cock, and the moment she swallowed down my precome, I knew I was growing weak against her.

  I rolled my hips into her face while my lips kissed down her stomach. Her fingernails raked up my thighs, meaty and chiseled, before she found my ass. She dug them in, leaving crescents behind in her wake just as my tongue reached her clit. Then, she began to moan and beg with her mouth full while my tongue torturously dragged along her clit.

  “Please. Fuck, Alex. Oh, fuck.”

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I mumbled into her pussy. “You might choke.”

  The whimper she let out caused me to smirk before I slowly picked up my pace. I could hear her sniffling. Her body was caving to me, just like I wanted. She was crying for release, unable to beg me because her mouth was stuffed full of my cock. My hands roamed around the backs of her thighs, parting her further so I could see all of her. The wet stain underneath her had grown to the size of her ass, and I grinned at my handiwork before I pulled her pussy lips apart.

  I peeled them back until Destiny’s clit bounced to life. It slipped from underneath its hood and she jumped, the cool air tingling her skin to a point where I could see it pucker. I reveled in the control I had as I continued to pump my dick down her throat. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she sucked, hollowing out her cheeks before she swallowed all the spit that threatened to spill down her cheeks.

  Then, it was time for me to devour her.

  I raked my tongue along her exposed clit. I jammed my elbows into her inner legs so she couldn't close down around me, locking me in like I knew she loved. Her hands raked across my ass, pulling me deeper down her throat while she swallowed time and time again. Her throat felt better than her pussy. It massaged me in ways I hadn’t experienced with a woman in a long time, and for a moment, I felt myself falter.

  I wrapped my lips around her sweetly swollen clit and flicked it tirelessly, feeling her body jolt and bob underneath my assault. I pressed down into it, causing her to groan around my cock. Her hands fell away from my skin while my thrusting picked up, and soon, I was fucking her face while her hips were pounding into me.

  I flattened my tongue out around her entire pussy area, and she flew over the edge. Her hands raked down my lower back, leaving behind marks of broken skin while her throat pulsed around my cock. I drank her up, memorizing her smell while her pussy filled the bed with more juices she’d sleep in tonight. Her body quaked in my wake, relishing in the attention I was giving her pussy as I felt my own orgasm approach. My balls pulled up into my body, and my movements stilled. I shoved my dick down her throat, pouring each pump of come straight into her stomach before I slowly pulled myself from the depths of her throat.

  Then, I heard the sound I’d been waiting to hear for weeks.

  “Stay with me,” she said.

  I gave her pussy one last lick before I rolled off her. Her face was red, and I knew she’d be dizzy, which meant she’d fall asleep before I could get out of my bath. I helped her into bed and tucked her in and then kissed her forehead before I nuzzled my lips against the shell of her ear.

  “Let me get a quick shower, and I’ll hunker down with you. All right, beautiful?”

  “Sure,” she murmured.

  I smirked before I made my way to her bathroom. I gathered up my clothes and put them on while I ran the hot water in the background, sticking my head out only when I heard the sound of Destiny’s soft snores coming from the direction of the bed. I slid my arms through my suit jacket before I tied my shoes. Then, I made my way out of the bedroom and toward her purse.

  I dug for her wallet, opened it up, and took everything she had to take. Seven-hundred dollars in cash, plus all four of her credit cards.

  While I had scored better last month, I knew this wouldn’t be bad. I could withdraw all the money off her cards until they were maxed out, and then, I could toss them away before she woke up. I tossed my burner phone into the trash can so Destiny couldn’t call me when she woke up, and I headed down the street to the nearest ATM.

  Women like Destiny weren’t just insecure, they were typical. From the moment I’d first taken her out, I knew her PIN numbers would be her child’s birthday. It was always a weakness of mothers. Everything
about them had to revolve around their children.

  Whether they dumped their kid’s asses in boarding school or not.

  It was the guilt, really, but I didn’t give a shit about wading through her psychological state any longer. I knew what I needed to get the money I wanted, and I maxed out all four of her credit cards before I tossed them in the trash.

  Now, I had to dye my hair back to its natural color. No use in acquiring all this money if I was going to get caught.

  Chapter 2

  Olivia

  My phone rang, and I picked it up off my desk. The paperwork I was having to get through was enough, but I knew the moment I held my phone to my ear, I’d get another case. I was one of the most prosperous private detectives in the city, but I kept my identity under wraps for various purposes. I never advertised my services, and I only allowed my clientele to reach me via personal references. I had specific business cards I gave out only to those who hired me for my services, and that was to cut down on people in the city knowing me.

  After all, I couldn’t do undercover work and stakeouts if everyone recognized me.

  I got my first taste of my skills when I pieced together that my father was cheating on my mother. I noticed his change in behavior and the odd lies he would always tell my mom. Time and time again, I’d tried to talk some sense into my mother. I’d tried to convince her to talk to him about it, to call him out on his shit. I wanted my mother to get her head out of the sand and understand the truth of her marriage.

  But, when my mother didn’t step up, I was the one who did. I followed my father around and listened in on his phone calls. I learned how to request data from his phone, like text messages and phone numbers he called. I eventually deduced that my father was, in fact, cheating on my mother, and then, I was the one who cornered him about it. After all my work, my mother still denied it, but eventually, my mother came to accept it for what it was.

  That’s why I only worked by private referral. People who came to me were already prepared to find the truth. They had already settled that fight in their minds, which meant finding out what was happening wouldn’t be like pulling teeth. I wouldn’t have to convince them something was going on because they already knew. Or, at the very least, suspected. This way, all I had to do was what I did best, stake out, follow, acquire information, and then place it in front of the client.

  It was easier that way, and it freed up a great deal of time to take on more clients than private detectives usually did at once.

  “Hello?” I asked.

  “Olivia. Oh, shit. You have to help me, please.”

  “Destiny? Wait, wait, wait, wait. Slow down. Just take a few deep breaths.”

  I heard my friend’s deep breathing on the phone in between her sniffles. What the fuck was going on to put her in this state? Destiny Smart was anything but a genius, but she did know when she’d been duped. Destiny had been my very first client. She’d come knocking on my door after I slipped a card to the crying woman in a restaurant after overhearing a conversation Destiny was having with her lunch date. I had sat with my back to Destiny in that restaurant while I listened to the woman cry over how she thought her husband was having an affair, and it had struck a delicate chord within me.

  I slipped the woman my card, and she was in my office the next day.

  When I got to digging, I found out the husband wasn’t just cheating with one woman. He was cheating with four different women at once. At first, the information was hard to swallow for Destiny. I comforted the woman in my office far longer than I was comfortable with, but two weeks later, she’d come storming back in with a lawyer. Destiny announced she was divorcing her husband and taking everything she was owed, and I gladly handed over my evidence.

  Now, Destiny sat on enough cash to ride out the next few generations of her family. She’d put her ex-husband through the ringer, but now, it sounded like someone was doing the same to her. Now, it sounded like Destiny had gotten herself into more trouble. There was something in her voice I couldn’t place, however. Her words were a little more desperate and a little less grounded.

  Like she still didn’t believe what was happening.

  Oh, shit.

  “Destiny? Are you there?” I asked.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m here.”

  “What’s going on?” I asked. “Is it Mikey?”

  “No, no, no. Mikey’s fine. At boarding school. I talked with him a few days ago. Did you know he turns sixteen this year?”

  “Destiny, focus,” I said. “What’s going on?”

  “You remember that guy I was telling you about? Alex?”

  “The new one you’re dating,” I said. “Yeah, you’ve told me a bit.”

  “I woke up this morning, and all my shit was gone.”

  “You’ve been robbed?” I asked.

  “No, no, no. Fuck. I—”

  “Destiny. Take another deep breath. Then, just start at the beginning. Does this Alex have a last name?”

  “Yes, Alex Ruth,” Destiny said.

  “All right. Were you and this Alex Ruth together last night?”

  “Yes. We’d come back from our third date, and we were, well, together. And in all the best ways. He made me feel beautiful and did all the dirty things I wanted him to—”

  “How about you skip to the part where you woke up and your stuff was gone?” I asked.

  “I got up this morning and went to go grab my purse. I thought I heard him say he was going to stay with me last night, but I figured I’d just dreamed it. I came hard last night and—”

  “Destiny.”

  “Sorry. Anyway, I went to go get my purse so I could pick up some breakfast, and everything was gone.”

  “What do you mean everything?” I asked.

  “Everything. My money. My credit cards. He took everything from me. I checked my credit card accounts, and I’ve got thousands of dollars of ATM withdrawals on them. He’s maxed out my fucking credit cards, Olivia.”

  I began jotting down all this information as Destiny started crying again. I took down his name, what he’d taken, and the events she cared to describe leading up to the event. I jotted down a few theories that were already coming to mind as well as a list of information I’d need to pull on him, but I needed a few more tidbits of information.

  “Destiny? Do you have anything else on him? A birthdate? A phone number? An address? Anything like that?”

  “I’ve got his phone number, but I don’t have anything else other than his name and what he looked like.”

  “Good, I’ll take both,” I said.

  “Does this mean I can hire you?” Destiny asked.

  “The moment you told me what he took, it wasn’t even a question. I’m clearing a spot for you in my schedule, Destiny.”

  “Thank you so much, Olivia. You’re the best.”

  I jotted down his phone number, along with what he looked like. About six feet tall, muscular but not lean. Platinum blond hair with gray eyes. A striking smile with gleaming white teeth and milky white skin.

  “Did he have any roots?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “In his hair. You said it was platinum blond, but then you said he had gray eyes.”

  “Yeah? So?”

  “It’s just an odd combination of traits,” I said. “It would take two individuals with those exact same recessive traits to even have a chance of creating a child with those features. Did you see any roots growing out in his hair that might suggest an alternative color of hair?”

  “Not that I can remember, no,” she said. “And I’d know. I did a lot of tugging on that hair over the weeks.”

  “All right, Destiny. We can cut it with those comments. Is there anything else you can think of that might be of use to me?”

  “Not at the moment, but I’ll call you if I think of anything,” Destiny said.

  “All right. I’m gonna get on this. I should have a bit of news in the next couple of hours with just a few phone calls. In the me
antime, go online and put a hold on your credit cards. Then, call the companies and explain to them the issue. See what you’ve got in terms of protection. I’ll call you in a couple hours.”

  “Thank you so much, Olivia. I’ll call them right now.”

  I hung up the phone and immediately began my work. A simple internet search didn’t bring up any Alex Ruths in the immediate area, and even when I expanded my search, I couldn’t find any in the surrounding states.

  All right. So, we got a fake name.

  I picked up the phone and dialed the phone number Destiny gave me, but the monotone voice on the end said the phone line had been disconnected. I did one last search on some software I had for a man with the features Destiny described. But the few pages the software pulled up didn’t have men that quite matched the appearance. Yellowed teeth were set off to the side as well as men whose hair was sandy blond instead of platinum. Some guys who thought they had gray eyes really had blue eyes, and other men who had distinguishing features I jotted down to ask Destiny about.

  Then, after my search, I picked up the phone and called her back.

  “Olivia?”