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

by Amy Brent

  He raked his tongue along my exposed slit while my body twitched for him. My tits bounced against my body as I released his hair, curling my hands next to me in the towel. His tongue hit me in all the right places, pulling from me pleasures I’d been waiting to experience ever since I’d decided to come tonight.

  The information he’d given up so freely quickly faded to the back of my mind as his tongue darted along my swollen clit. I could feel it pulsing against his tongue as my juices slid down my ass crack, and the moment I felt pressure at my pussy entrance, I began to beg.

  “Please. Give me that finger, Wes. Fill me up, please. Just like I like it.”

  I felt him smirk into my skin before he pushed two fingers inside me, crooking them at just the right angle to make my legs shake. I dug my heels into the towel, the sand giving way and creating divots for my own personal leverage. I bucked my hips wildly into his face as his fingers filled me up, and soon, that telltale burning in the back of my pelvis ignited into a raging fire.

  “Oh shit,” I moaned. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

  Wesley kept a steady pace, keeping me on the edge as my entire body tensed around him. My legs locked around his cheeks before my heels dug into his back. My hands flew to his hair as I tugged him close. My body was screaming to be released, to be tossed into the endless abyss as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I’d say anything, do anything, just so Wesley would grant me the release I so desperately wanted.

  Then, he did it.

  He sped up his mouth just enough to throw me over the edge. I choked on my pleasure while my pussy walls clamped down around his fingers, flooding his hands with my juices as I pressed my head deep into the towel-covered sand. My chest was heaving for air as my body twitched against his lips, and the moment my legs fell off to the sides was the moment Wesley finally released my clit.

  I shook, naked and panting, underneath the moonlight of the beach as his lips peppered kisses along the insides of my twitching thighs.

  “Holy hell,” I whispered.

  Wesley planted slow, wet kisses up my body before he settled between my legs. I could feel his rock-hard cock pulsing against my skin. Drops of precome traced the outlines of my thick thighs as I tried to right my brain, but the moment I opened my eyes and saw Wesley hovering over me, I knew I was done for again.

  I was going to regret this later, giving in to him again. I’d regret coming over and allowing myself to burst into flames with a man I was supposed to be investigating. But I didn’t care. It was the best sex I’d ever had, and he never failed to disappoint. All my body wanted to do was roll him over so I should stake my body onto his thick dick.

  And that was exactly what I did.

  Much to Wesley’s surprise, I pushed him off before I scrambled on top of him. His back hit the towel, his eyes wide as I straddled his pelvis. I rocked my juicy pussy against his cock, feeling him pulse for me as his hands ran along my thighs. His glistening blue eyes matched the darkened waters that kept inching closer and closer to our bodies, and soon, Wesley’s dick slipped right into the confines of my body.

  I groaned before I planted my hands on his strong chest, and I reveled in how his muscles felt twitching against my skin. Wesley’s hands descended onto my hips, pressing into the fading bruises he’d created on our last encounter. As his hands began to move, my hips began to sway, and the two of us were breathing heavily together while I dripped my pussy juices down his cock and balls.

  “Holy fuck, Olive. What have you done to me?”

  I switched rolling my hips to bouncing on his cock, and the sounds of skin slapping skin were swallowed up by the roaring waves of the ocean. The air got a little cooler as I began to pick up my pace, and I could feel my pussy beginning to massage his cock while he throbbed against my walls.

  I moaned at his fingertips and the way they dug into my skin. I wanted him to mark me in every way he possibly could, but then, something cold licked against our feet. I squealed and Wesley’s eyes ripped open, and suddenly, a wave came crashing around our bodies and soaking us all the way to our hips.

  “Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

  I hopped off Wesley’s dick and hurried away from the water. Wesley hopped up and pulled the blanket up the beach as the tide began to pour in, but not before my lower body had been covered in sand. He resituated the blanket as the ocean waves claimed our wine glasses, and when he looked back over to me, he saw me stifling a laugh.

  “Your wine glasses,” I said through my giggles.

  “I’ve got plenty more. If the ocean wants a drink, let it have a drink.”

  “Shit, I’m covered in sand,” I said.

  “There’s a wash off point at the edge of my walkway if you wanna go wash off.”

  “Ass naked?” I asked. “I think not. The moment I get up, someone’s gonna come patrolling this beach and you’re gonna leave me high and dry.”.

  “With that body you’ve got underneath those clothes? Not a chance. I’d just eat that pussy out in jail while we waited.”

  The mere mention of it made me shiver, and I was instantly on my feet and headed for the wash point. I sprayed my body down with water before I quickly made my way back to the blanket, but Wesley wasn’t lying down the way I thought he would be.

  Instead, he was sitting back on his knees with his cock standing at full attention.

  “Don’t like it when I’m on top?” I asked.

  “Figured you would’ve been spooked after the ice-cold ocean licked the bottom of your feet,” he said.

  “Lay your ass back down on your back.”

  “Ah, a little domineering tonight, I see.” Still, he laid back down as ordered.

  “Just taking what’s rightfully mine,” I said as I straddled his body.

  “Rightfully yours, huh? Claiming me before any other woman can?”

  “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing for the past few days? Claiming you and that property of yours before anyone else can?”

  I sank my body back onto his dick, and Wesley’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. His dick hit every beautiful part of me, causing me to shiver as my hips bottomed out on top of his. My hands flew to my tits, massaging them before they traveled down my body, but the moment my fingertips reached my pussy folds, I felt Wesley’s hands wrap around mine.

  “You can have any part of me you wish,” he said.

  Chapter 17

  Wesley

  I held her gaze as the words flew from my lips. I had no fucking idea where they’d come from or why they’d slipped out so effortlessly, but I found myself meaning every syllable of them. My fingertips slowly parted her folds, exposing her beautifully swollen clit to me as her hips began to rock. I slowly circled it, watching her abs jump with every touch I made against it. Her hands fell to my chest before I lifted my lips to capture hers, and for a moment, we simply sat there and kissed.

  Her lips tasted like white wine and butter, reminiscent of the meal we’d just shared together. Her tongue darted out along my lips, licking off the remnants of her own tastes as I groaned into her mouth. This woman would be the death of me, that much I knew for sure. How eager she was to devour all of me was something I hadn’t found in any other woman. Sure, they wanted to fuck me. Run their fingertips along the divots of my muscles. Sure, they wanted to show me off. Maybe have some salacious sex in a broom closet or some shit.

  But this was different.

  Olivia was different.

  The moment I circled her clit again, her kiss faltered. She gasped into my mouth as her hips began to rock, but every time I pressed down onto her sensitive mound, her hips would falter. I wanted her to come like this. To soak my hips in her juices before she collapsed on top of me. I wanted to hold her close, feel her panting into the crook of my neck while her heart hammered against my chest.

  “I want you to come for me, Olivia,” I said.

  Her fingernails dug into my chest before she raised back up a bit, and she was bouncing her hips on top
of mine again. My cock pulsed every time her pussy gobbled me down, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Olivia’s lips were puckered into an ‘O,’ and her eyes were screwed shut. Her body was shaking with every touch to her clit, and her pussy was beginning to draw my cock deeper and deeper into her body. Her warmth chased away the chill of the ocean, drenching me in her wetness as her hips splattered it all along my body.

  I found myself not wanting this moment to end.

  I dug my heels into the towel-covered sand and began to thrust up into her body. She was growing weak, heaving for air as her body stilled with my motions around her clit. Her pussy clamped down onto me, pulling from me the come I wanted to give her. My balls filled with need, smacking against her ass with every pounding of my hips.

  “Holy fuck, Wesley, you feel so good,” she moaned.

  Faster and faster, my fingertips circled, causing Olivia to raise up onto my hips. I buried himself into her as her hands grabbed her tits, massaging them as she droned out into the nighttime. Her body quaked and trembled on top of mine as fluids poured from her body, and I had to grab onto her hips to keep her from falling over from the sheer force of her orgasm. I watched her chest flush as I squeezed her tits into a vice grip. Her pussy was pulsing around my cock, begging me to come as I slammed up into her hips one last time.

  And one last time was all it took.

  “Yes, Olive,” I grunted. “Milk it good.”

  I bit down onto my lower lip while my dick spilled into her body. Olivia finally collapsed on top of me, her face falling into the crook of my neck while my dick shot out from between her legs. My thick streams of come shot out into the night, covering the blanket and dripping down to my balls, but I didn’t care. I could feel Olivia’s heavy breathing, along with her heart pounding against my skin.

  I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as we both recovered from the shock of our orgasms.

  I ran my fingertips through her hair as Olivia’s breathing began to settle, but it wasn’t too long after that she shot right back up. At first, I thought she was ready for another round, and I could feel my dick slowly springing back to life. But when she rolled her body off me and began searching for her clothes, I propped himself up and watched her closely.

  “Everything all right?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just, uh, got a long day tomorrow. Can’t get to bed too late.”

  “Olivia,” I said.

  “I gotta make sure all that paperwork can get processed before the weekend,” she continued, not answering me. “Wouldn’t want to wait any longer for your deal to close, would you?”

  “Olive.”

  “I’ll call you tomorrow, or text you or something, all right?” she asked.

  “Olivia, just wait.”

  I watched her stumble into her clothes before she grabbed her flip-flops. Just as I got up to put my clothes on, she was already stumbling for my house. I jumped into my shorts before I grabbed the towel and my shirt. Then, I raced after her to try and catch her before she left. I knew Olivia well enough to know something had spooked her, and I wanted to sit down and figure out what it was.

  I wasn’t ready to let her go yet. Not like this.

  But, by the time I got to the house, I was watching her headlights pull out of my driveway. I tried flagging her down, jogging after her car before I found myself in the middle of the road. Olivia sped down my street and made a sharp left turn, ignoring the stop sign as I watched her drive out of sight.

  What the fuck just happened?

  Chapter 18

  Olivia

  I had dodged most of Wesley’s calls and texts messages since our encounter on the beach. I began searching for him, using the information he gave me, and I found a few more aliases and pictures to add to the file. I raked my fingertips through my hair, feeling tears burn behind the backs of my eyes.

  Why had he been doing this? How had he turned into this man?

  Washington State. Alabama. Texas. Each time, with different features and a different persona. But each time, the smile was the same. The twinkle in his eye was the same.

  The slightly wounded look I found in his features was the same.

  The fake documents taunted me for the next couple of days. I knew I had to deliver them to him, and I figured doing it on Friday would give me the weekend to get the last of my things in order. I had to stay away from him, that much was for sure. So, I called the cabana and asked if he was working Friday night. Some guy with a jovial attitude on the other end told me he was, so that was how I would do this.

  If we were in public, I didn’t run any risk of falling out of my clothes and hopping on his cock.

  I printed out the last of the pictures and phone records before I shoved them in the manila envelope. I tracked down the names of the women he was in the pictures with, but still found no one who had filed a police report. It would take me at least through the weekend to call up the PIs in these cities as well, so the moment I grabbed the fake documents and headed for the cabana, I felt good. I had a purpose and a mission, and delivering these on Friday would buy me the time I needed to complete it.

  After all, Destiny deserved to have closure.

  The moment I walked into the bar, Wesley spotted me. He smiled broadly and flagged me down, and I held up the papers and waved them to him. I walked up to the bar as he leaned on the edge of it, and then I slid the documents his way for him to look at.

  “Ah, so this is why you ditched me Wednesday night,” he said, grinning. “I was beginning to think I was losing my touch.”

  “Not in the slightest,” I said. “It just hit me like a ton of bricks, I guess. I get my mind wrapped up into work, and I can’t let it go until I finish something.”

  “Well, I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “I was beginning to think you’d taken off with my property and was never coming back.”

  “I can’t just take off with a piece of ground, Wes,” I said, giggling. “That’s not how that works.”

  “I don’t know. You seem to have a way with things. I’m sure you could’ve flashed it a peek of your legs, and it would’ve pried itself up and gone anywhere with you.”

  I couldn’t stop giggling at him as he checked out the documents. His sense of humor brought back more memories from high school. It was one of the things that had drawn me to him in the first place. He always had a way of infusing humor into tense situations and diffusing them before they got out of control.

  That was one reason I’d had to leave so hastily Wednesday night. If I gave him a chance to speak, I never would’ve left. Hell, I probably would’ve woken up with him, tangled up in his sheets and limbs before fucking him senseless the next morning.

  I felt a heat grow between my legs as I cleared my throat.

  “If you wanna go over the contract now, I can take my first break, and we can venture into the back room or something,” he said.

  “There’s a back room for a cabana on the beach?” I asked.

  “Of course,” he said. “There’s a couple chairs and a small desk. I mean, it’s also where we store our overflow cleaning products, but it’ll give us some privacy to conduct business the right way.”

  Everything in me was screaming not to do it. A table in the corner would do. A walk on the beach would do. Hell, another appointment where we met up in a restaurant would do. But he was obviously trying to get me alone. He was trying to pull me away from the crowd. I knew the moment I stepped away from these people, I would be weak to him.

  And I found myself nodding anyway.

  “Hey, Chad! I’m taking my break. Finalizing real estate stuff. We’ll be in the back room.”

  “Got it,” he said. “Twenty minutes.”

  “Follow me,” Wesley said, grinning.

  With every step, I found it harder and harder to keep up my ruse. As we made our way into the back room, I couldn’t help but want to tell him the truth. I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to b
e close to him. I wanted to ignore all the things he’d done in the past and try to get to know the man who was standing before me. The echoes of Destiny’s voice soon faded to the background when Wesley shut the door behind me, and as the two of us sat down, he put his hand on my knee.

  “Are you all right from Wednesday?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’m glad I was able to get the paperwork done on time,” I said.

  “I was worried about you,” he said, his face troubled.

  “You were?”

  “Yes, I thought I’d done something to make you uncomfortable,” he said.

  “Besides the sand I got in my vagina?” I asked.

  “I didn’t feel any sand in your vagina,” he said, grinning.

  His hand was massaging my knee, and my entire body began warming up. My defenses began to drop, and my head whirled with the story I had to keep intact. I settled back into my chair while Wesley’s eyes ran along the lines of the paper, but I couldn’t help but feel jealous of the attention he was giving those documents.

  I wanted his attention.

  “Wesley, I need to tell you—”

  “This lawyer real? Nelson Wainwright?”

  My body locked up as Wesley’s eyes slowly panned over to me. The stern look behind his eyes snapped me back from any warmth I felt underneath the massaging of his hands. My palms began to sweat, and I could feel my neck heating up. I tried to keep my breathing steady, drawing in a long breath through my nose before I furrowed my brow lightly.