Deliciously Thick (Naked Brews Book 2)

by KB Jacobs

  I refocused on him. “What are you talking about?”

  He tilted his beer toward Melissa. “Her and the fact you can’t keep your eyes off her. Your mom saw that one coming.”

  “Really?” I took a long draw on my beer. Surprisingly, I kind of liked the thought. If someone had asked me six months—heck, six days—ago if I might be ready to settle down, I would have said “no way,” but then Melissa’s arrival in my life changed things.

  But Melissa had said—we had agreed—this was sex only. I needed to remember that. Eventually, my career would be back on track and so would the parties. This was just a temporary arrangement...for both of us.

  ***

  We were almost done with dinner, although I had no idea if I’d eaten or not. In fact, I had no idea what had happened the last thirty minutes. My focus had stayed wholly in one single place.

  Melissa licked the barbeque sauce off her long fingers, and I could barely hold in the groan. Dang, she was so completely and utterly sexy without even trying. My cock throbbed in my jeans. I needed some relief.

  Instead of reaching to rearrange my jeans one more time, I reached for Melissa under the table where my mom and dad wouldn’t see. I placed my hand high on her thigh.

  She stiffened momentarily, but when I didn’t move, she relaxed.

  I slowly inched up her short skirt. My breath caught when I slid past her tights and found bare skin above... Was that... My fingers trailed across the tops of her tights. Oh, god, I was going to die of blue balls right here and now. A garter held up her tights. My hands flexed with the need to explore higher.

  Melissa shot out of her chair as my mom began clearing the table. “Let me help you,” Melissa said.

  “Nonsense.” My mom waved Melissa off. “Guests don’t do dishes. Give me ten minutes and it will all be finished. Why don’t you have Anthony show you the rest of the house?”

  Ten minutes? That was all I’d need. I jumped up. “Great idea, Mom. Come on, Melissa.” I dragged her into the house without giving her a chance to argue.

  I’d been watching her all night, and that low thrum of arousal gave me very wicked, scintillating ideas. Finding those sexy garters had just pushed me over the edge.

  She liked a little bit of kink and a dirty edge to her sex life. Did I dare push her here? Did I dare risk doing something in my parents’ house?

  It was probably stupid and risky, but I’d made my career from doing things others considered stupid and risky. And I had the feeling that the payoff for this risk would be more than worth it. Just last night, I’d told Melissa I’d show her how to play dirty. Time to see how far she would push the limits.

  Melissa had no idea what I had in mind as I rushed her up the stairs.

  “I like this townhouse,” she said. “It’s a really different layout from Lake’s place. It’s so modern, but it still keeps that rustic mountain vibe.”

  “Hmm-mmm,” I agreed. Was she really talking about decorating? Right now, when I was so turned on?

  I had one destination in mind. “Let me show you the bathroom they remodeled just a couple of years ago.” I dragged her into the bathroom, shutting the door and quietly locking it behind me.

  Her eyes dropped to my very obvious erection. Finally, she was getting the idea that I might have something more in mind besides a tour of the house. “Um, Anth—”

  “Nope.” I placed my fingers over her mouth. “You knew how much those garters would drive me crazy, didn’t you? You’re a very naughty girl, and I think you need to be punished.”

  Her pupils blew wide with surprise and arousal. She licked her lips. Yeah, there was my dirty girl.

  “Look in the mirror,” I commanded. My voice was tight and hard as I turned her around so her stomach pressed into the vanity. I lifted her hair and watched her in the mirror as I kissed the back of her neck. If she’d given me the slightest hint that she didn’t want this, I would have stopped, but her eyes closed and her breath hitched at the touch of my lips.

  “See how sexy you are like this. How sexy you are as I make love to you.”

  Her eyes flew open. “But your parents—”

  “Are downstairs and that’s why you’re not going to make a single sound.” I hardened my voice. “Do you understand me?”

  She nodded mutely as I flipped her skirt up on a groan. Yeah, those garters were hella sexy, especially the way the lines of the straps ran up her tight, high ass.

  I dipped my fingers under the edge of her panties to find her folds soaking wet. “Aww, Juliet, I am one lucky man.” We didn’t have time for much in the way of foreplay, so to find her so aroused was good. But that didn’t mean I could ignore her needs.

  I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock on a sigh of relief. Blessed space. Pulling out my wallet, I removed a condom and slid it on as I dropped to the floor behind her, spreading her legs with my hands.

  “Now this is a view I could get used to,” I said in a hushed reverent voice as I gazed up. The glistening pink lips of her entrance, the pale mounds of her ass, the long lines of the muscles of her thighs tensed in preparation for me. All of it was so, so good.

  Her clit was swollen and hot. I ran my finger over it.

  Melissa hissed in a breath at the touch. Her legs trembled. I kissed her right under the curve of her ass where it met the top of her thigh, as I ran my finger over that tiny bud a few times. Her legs tensed. She was already on the edge.

  I stood, ran the tip of my dick along her wet folds, and then plunged into her in one single move. Her core clamped around me. I stilled, letting her adjust. Goddamn, there was no place in this world that felt better than my dick in her tight pussy.

  This wasn’t going to last long at all. Already, her muscles quivered as they tightened on my hard length. I hadn’t even moved yet, and she was on the precipice. But then again, so was I.

  I looked at her in the mirror as I began to thrust. Her eyes were shut tight, her cheeks flushed, as she bit her lip. I reached up and ran my finger over that abused, tender flesh.

  Her eyes flashed open and met mine in the mirror.

  “You’re doing so good, but don’t hurt yourself. I have plans for that lip later.”

  Her internal muscles rippled, and I groaned and surged deeper. She gasped, arching her hips against me, driving me even farther inside her. Nope, not going to take long at all.

  “Anthony!” she whined, the whisper of sound wrenching out of her as her orgasm took her. Her eyes closed, and she flung her head back in muted ecstasy.

  Watching her come like this swept me up in her wake. My hard shaft pulsed and jerked inside her as she continued to clench around me.

  Every time with her was better than the first.

  My breath heaved, and I dropped my head to her shoulder, thankful my parents had gone with a sturdy vanity in here since it was now holding us both up. My legs sure weren’t doing the job anymore.

  I slowly slid out of her, holding tight to the base of the condom. I wrapped it in tissue and buried it in the bottom of the trashcan. Then I cleaned up Melissa, adjusting her panties and dropping her skirt back into place.

  She turned around and did the same for me, tucking me back into my underwear and jeans, not quite meeting my eyes. Then her head thunked into my chest. “I can’t believe we just had sex in your parents’ house, in their bathroom, while they’re downstairs.” Her voice dropped an octave as she whispered, “And I liked it.”

  I chuckled low. The many sides to Melissa never ceased to amaze me. “Me, too, dirty girl. Me, too.”

  Chapter 24

  Melissa

  I pulled my coat tighter around my body and wished for the umpteenth time this morning that I had a big thick scarf. According to Anthony’s manager, being able to show off my innocent-looking face to the cameras was more important than avoiding frostbite.

  Glancing over at Anthony goofing around with a group of guys, warmth spread through my chest that helped beat back the cold. He was different. A we
ek ago, I could have given a detailed list of all the reasons I wanted nothing to do with Triple B. But this past week had changed things. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who was different.

  I thought back to last night, and even more heat flooded my face. Anthony had tied my hands to the pool table, and I had orgasmed before his hands even touched me. The combination of lack of movement paired with the sweet sting of the supple cat-of-nine-tails he introduced had pushed me over the edge. After three more orgasms, we’d both fallen asleep on a pile of pillows in the middle of the game room.

  Old Anthony could never have done that. Not with the constant stream of people going in and out of his place. And old Melissa could never have let herself go or and would never have admitted to wanting to try a whip.

  That first time together, I had made sure he’d understood there could never be anything more between us than this fake relationship and mind-blowing sex. But I had broken the rules. Against my better judgment, I was falling for this new Anthony in the most unexpected ways.

  I checked my phone to see how much longer we had before the competition started. I was already counting the minutes until we could get home and strip out of all this snow gear. There was an unread text from a number I didn’t recognize. Not Brad. I’d already blocked him.

  I don’t care what the papers say. You will always be mine.

  My fingers flew over the screen to delete the message. Had Brad managed to get another phone number? I glanced around, searching the crowd as if he might be here, watching me. Almost everyone was a stranger. I saw Miller, Anthony’s physical therapist, with his brother, Warner, from the brewery. It was always a shock to see them together since they didn’t look anything alike. I waved to them, and their friendly smiles helped to calm my nerves.

  Brad might be a digital pain in my ass, but he wasn’t here. I made a mental note to block his new number.

  “Hi, Triple B.” A gaggle of blonde, big-boobed ski bunnies sauntered by the judges’ area. A velvet rope, like the ones they had at fancy nightclubs, separated us from the rest of the slopes. But that didn’t stop them from leaning over to wave at Anthony and show off their...assets.

  I glanced down at my own chest, hidden underneath layers of sweaters and a heavy coat. Not that there was much to see even without all the layers. Compared to the girls Anthony was used to dating, I looked more like a prepubescent girl with her first training bra.

  Anthony waved back, flashing his brilliant white teeth and tossing dyed dreads over his shoulder. One of the girls handed him a scrap of fabric that looked suspiciously like lace underwear. Anthony laughed and tucked them into his ski jacket. What the hell was that?

  Drake cleared his throat, pulling Anthony’s attention away from the enthusiastic female fans. Drake tilted his head toward the bank of cameras all pointing in our general direction, and Anthony nodded.

  “Melissa, come over here, and I’ll introduce you to some of the other guys.” Anthony wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and I reminded myself that this was all part of the deal.

  Help Anthony around the house. Pretend to be the stable, calming, and innocent girlfriend. Avoid sleeping on Lake’s couch and getting a front row seat to her hyperactive sex life.

  My core clenched, reminding me of my sex life and the last time Anthony was inside me. Hanging on to the pool table for dear life and screaming his name over and over. If I let myself believe our time together was turning into something more, I was an idiot. I’d made it clear it was just sex, and obviously, as long as he accepted panties from other women, Anthony took me at my word.

  A part of me longed to pull him closer, to trace my hands across his broad chest. I wanted him to plant scorching kisses along my jaw and whisper “Juliet” in my ear. But maybe some distance between us would be better. A nice reminder that this was all just a make-believe story like the ones in my novels. One day, I’d reach the end, close the cover, and leave Juliet behind.

  “This is Red Sanderson,” Anthony said, pointing to the kid who looked younger than my twin brothers standing with three other guys who were joking around and laughing. “He was last year’s Junior Snowboarding Champion. Now he plays with the big boys.”

  “Trying to.” Red stepped out of the group, reached out, and shook my hand. “The only reason I even stand a chance at the title this year is because Triple B is out of the competition. Next year, I’ll go back to being a nobody.”

  “The way I hear it, you’ve earned your spot the good old-fashioned way, dominating the pipe run after run.” Anthony gave Red an elaborate fist bump. “Once I’m cleared to get back on the board, I’ll have to work double time to make sure I kick your butt next year.”

  “Only if you can pull yourself away from this beautiful lady.” Another guy closer to Anthony’s age joined the group and clapped a strong hand on Anthony’s shoulder. “Are you going to introduce us?”

  “Don’t play dumb, Simon. You know good and well this is Melissa.” Anthony feigned a sucker punch right at Simon’s gut. “Melissa, this is Simon Dorsey. Five years ago, he was the competitor about to take Triple B off his throne.”

  Simon held out his gloved hand. “One shattered kneecap and five surgeries later, now I’m the one responsible for making sure Triple B maintains the muscle tone needed for staying on top.”

  All that muscle had been on top of me for hours last night. But that probably wasn’t the kind of workout Simon had in mind. Still, picturing those muscles looming over me as he drove his thick cock into my pussy sent a chill of warmth up my back.

  Another guy walked up and joined our conversation. “And all those muscles don’t hurt when it comes to getting the ladies to drop their panties.”

  The chill turned ice cold.

  Anthony laughed and high-fived the newcomer. I ignored the way my insides cooled as if I’d swallowed a snowball. Anthony’s previous escapades with the finer sex were well known. Even with me standing right here, women seemed to materialize right out of the snow banks to suggest all the ways Anthony could warm them up.

  Drake walked up beside me and leaned down. “Smile,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “The cameras are always watching.” He straightened up and spread his arms wide to wrap around both Anthony and me. “Sorry to break up the little reunion, guys, but I’ve got a few reporters looking for a quick interview before the competition gets started.”

  He guided us under the velvet rope and toward a throng of cameras and reporters all looking to get a piece of Triple B. The minute the reporters saw us heading their way, they all sprang to life, hoisting cameras onto their shoulders and completing last-minute mic checks.

  “Triple B, over here,” a reporter I recognized from the press conference called out to us. “Is this the same girl from the fire?”

  Another reporter called out over the voices, “Are the rumors true that you two are dating now?”

  Anthony draped his arm over my shoulders though he never took his eyes off the reporters. “Good eye, Cindy. This is the lovely Melissa who I rescued from the burning brewery. And yes, the rumors are true. I may have saved her life, but she seems to have stolen my heart.”

  His words would have sent my own heart racing if I hadn’t heard Drake feed him the line earlier this morning.

  “Is this the end to the Bad Boy of Boarding?” another reporter yelled out.

  Anthony laughed, but it sounded forced. A show for the cameras, just like all the rest of it. “That makes it sound like I died. I like to think of it as Triple B, version 2.0. Eventually, every little boy has to grow up.”

  The reporters fired questions one after the other, asking about his physical therapy regiment, his thoughts about the ongoing competition, and his predictions for when he would be back on the snow. The whole time I stood there silent, like a prop. Anthony was always touching me, an arm around my shoulder or his fingers laced with mine, but there wasn’t any warmth in it. He might as well have been my brother.

  Finally, Drake put a halt to the ques
tions and steered us back toward the roped-off judges’ area for the start of the competition. “That went perfect,” Drake said. “A few more appearances like that, and we’ll have Adrenaline begging you to sign a multiyear deal. The hard part is over. Now you can go enjoy the competition.”

  Anthony watched Drake head off into the crowd before pulling me in close enough to feel the thick erection struggling against the confines of his jeans. “I think the hard part is just getting started.” He leaned down and claimed my mouth with his lips.

  A tingling sensation shot down the back of my neck, and my fingers itched to grab his waist and pull him closer to me. A cheer went up from the crowd behind us, and Anthony broke away from our kiss to give them a big thumbs up.

  Nausea churned low in my belly. It was all so fake. A dirty, oily sensation swept over me. Was anything that had happened between us real? Or had he been playing me all along, just like he played to his fans’ and sponsors’ expectations?

  “One hour, two max,” Anthony growled in my ear. “Then I’m going to take you home and show you a gold medal worthy performance.”

  I pulled back and glanced over at the line of snow bunnies still waving at us, trying to get Anthony’s attention. “Some of us have work to do.” I tilted my head toward the line of girls. “I’m sure any of them would be happy to receive a private show from Triple B.”

  Without waiting for Anthony, I marched back to the judges’ area and ducked under the rope, counting the minutes until the farce would be over.

  Chapter 25

  Anthony

  “I don’t get women.” The next afternoon, I shuffled the tiny tapas plates around on the table, putting all the seafood-based ones in front of Simon and all the bread-based ones in front of me. I’d just have to put in extra time later to burn off all those extra carbs.

  “The phrase uttered by every man around the world.” Simon laughed as he picked up Dragon Tongue Tapa, some sort of weird asparagus and salmon concoction that turned my stomach. “Okay, so spill. What’s wrong with the fair Melissa? She looked good yesterday at the competition.”