You Complete Me: A BWWM Single Parent Older Couple Romance (Brothers From Money Book 1)

by Shanade White

  Michelle just stood in the center of the room, breathing hard, trying to come up with something to say. Finally, she turned on her heels and left the room. There was silence for a while.

  Then Garrett said. “Dang, Daphne’s going to be sorry she missed that.” Then laughed, which instantly dispelled the negativity in the air.

  Marie had watched the whole thing from behind Sabrina’s legs, she finally came out from behind her and stood in front of Garrett. “I hope you don’t ever get that mad at me, Garrett.” She said.

  He scooped her up in his arms, “I won’t ever get that mad at you as long as you stay the sweet girl that you are.” He said.

  “Promise.” She said

  “Promise.” He said. “Now let’s go see how Scott is doing. That wasn’t like him at all. He never yells.”

  They found Scott in his room, he had been crying, but was now sitting on his bed listening to music. He took his headphones off, when they came in, prepared to be yelled at for his behavior.

  “Son, I’m sorry about that.”

  “It’s okay, I know she doesn’t want me. I’m sorry I yelled at her though.”

  “I asked her to leave, but I can have her stay if you want.”

  “No, I don’t want her here. Why did she come anyway?” He looked so sad, Sabrina’s heart was breaking.

  “I really do think she wanted to see you, but once she got here, it wasn’t what she expected.”

  “You mean because of you and Sabrina?”

  “That and other things.” Garrett said, not wanting to share the real reason for her visit.

  “Dad, I think she was talking to her boyfriend on the phone. She didn’t think I was listening but I’m sure she was making plans to meet him later.”

  Garrett turned a scary shade of red, but contained himself. “Well, she’s gone now. We’ll be okay. We always have been.”

  “I know and now we have Sabrina and Marie.” He said, noticing Marie who had climbed up next to him on the bed.

  “You better get some sleep, it’s been a difficult day.”

  “Would you like some coco, before you go to sleep?” Sabrina asked, knowing as a kid hot coco had always made her feel better.

  “Yes please.” Marie piped up.

  “Yeah, okay.” Scott said, a smile actually appearing on his face.

  Sabrina went to the kitchen and made hot chocolate for all of them and was surprised to find Garrett reading to the kids when she got back. Scott looked much more composed and accepted the coco with a quiet thanks.

  Marie had snugged up to him and he seemed to be enjoying it for the time being. She imagined he would reassert himself once he felt better, but for now, he was enjoying all the attention. Michelle had left a mess to be cleaned up, but Garrett would be able to help him work through it. They had a strong bond, as well as lots of family to take her place.

  When the story was finished, both of the kid’s eyes were drooping and Garrett declared it was time for bed. Marie begged to sleep in Scott’s room and he reluctantly agreed, although Sabrina could see he was actually happy to have her there.

  “Only if she sleeps in the other bed, I’m not sharing my bed.” He said, pointing to the other twin bed in the room.

  Marie scrambled down off his bed and was under the covers of the other one, in seconds. They left the two, quietly talking about what horse Marie could have as her own. Garrett pulled Sabrina down the hall away from Scott’s room so the kids wouldn’t hear them.

  “Come to my room, there’s no reason for us to sleep alone tonight.” He said, pulling her to him.

  She hesitated for only a second, before planting a kiss on his lips. “Just let me go to my room and put on something to sleep in.”

  He started to tell her that she wouldn’t be sleeping, but the thought of one of her creamy, silky nighties stopped him. “Hurry.” He said.

  Sabrina hurried to her room, wondering if Michelle had already left, but realizing that she didn’t care. She quickly changed into her lace nightie and put her robe on, brushed her hair, splashed on a little perfume and was out the door in five minutes.

  She didn’t even knock, just slipped in the door and shut it quietly behind her. She turned her back to the door and leaned against it, searching the room for Garrett. Her eyes met his and what she saw in them, made her breath catch in her throat. He was off the bed in seconds, his mouth possessing hers in a demanding kiss.

  She was momentarily shocked at the power of that kiss, but her body responded immediately, desire flooding her senses. Garrett was instantly hard, she could feel his erection pressing against her belly through their clothes. He stripped off his pajama pants in one swift move, and had her nightie around her waist.

  He was still kissing her, ravishing her mouth with his, almost desperate to possess her. He lifted her and drove himself into her, filling her completely, almost violently. The world ceased to exist as Garrett satisfied his need, slamming her against the wall as he thrust himself into her over and over again.

  Her entire body was one giant nerve ending, a battle between the exquisite pleasure and pain, as her head banged against the wall. Garrett ground himself into her, crying her name into her hair, dragging them both over the crest. He suddenly seemed to come back to reality, realized where they were and what had just happened.

  “Oh, Sabrina. I’m sorry.” He said, scooping her up and putting her on the bed. “I don’t know what came over me.”

  “I love you, Garrett. Don’t ever forget that.” She said, pulling him down to kiss him.

  “Roll over.” He said, helping her to roll onto her stomach.

  He straddled her hips and began to rub her back, she purred like a cat, as his hands rubbed her sore muscles. He worked his hands lower, soothing but also making her body begin to hum. When he reached her butt, he massaged each cheek, planting a kiss on each, making her squirm.

  Sabrina could feel the desire building, as his hands continued to roam lower, his erection rubbing against her legs as he slid down her body. He rubbed her legs, his hand getting closer and closer to her folds, anticipation making her want to spread her legs. But when she tried he firmly held them shut, then slid his hand closer, dipping his fingers into her folds but not touching her.

  She lifted her hips, desperate for him to touch her, penetrate her. When he finally brought his finger up between her lips and across her clit, her hips came up off the bed farther. She wanted him to stroke her with his finger but instead he slid up her body until the tip of his penis was just outside her throbbing passageway.

  He grabbed her hips and slid into her slowly, until he was buried inside her, his testicles resting against her hard nib. He began to thrust slowly into and out of her, teasing her when she craved more. His testicles were teasing her clit, making every nerve ending come alive, she had her face buried in the pillow to cover the sound she was making.

  Just as she was about to cum, Garrett pulled out of her, making her whimper, pulled her leg onto his shoulder and rolled her onto her side. In this position, she was wide open and he didn’t hesitate before plunging into her, then taking each one of her breasts in his hands, he filled her over and over again.

  Sabrina was riding on wave after wave of sensation as his hands teased her nipples and his hard cock filled her, pulsing with a life of its own. Sabrina reached up and grabbed Garrett’s arm, needing to feel more of him. He grabbed her hand and put her fingers in his mouth and sucked, the feeling of his mouth causing an even bigger storm of pleasure to wash through her.

  With her fingers in his mouth, he found her hard clit with his fingers and began to stroke her. Sabrina’s body convulsed with the power of her orgasm, Garrett still slamming into her, prolonging the pleasure beyond anything she had ever felt. With a cry, Garrett spilled himself into her, his whole body convulsing with the pleasure.

  For a few seconds, her world was comprised only of the heavy feeling of Garrett laying on top of her, her body almost numb with the pleasure that was s
till coursing through her body. Garrett, had gone completely still, but she could feel his penis still twitching inside her.

  As she began to feel her body coming back to reality again, Garrett rolled off her, and laid down with his head on her stomach. “I think I might have hurt you again.” He said. “I just can’t seem to help myself, I lose all control when I’m with you.”

  “I don’t know why you think you’re going to break me. I’m a lot tougher than that, in case you’ve forgotten.” She said, running her fingers though his hair.

  “It’s a good thing, because you turn me into a wild man.” He said, looking at her with those blue eyes she loved so much.

  “Garrett, I’ve been thinking.” She said.

  “That can’t be good.” He said.

  “I think you should just give Michelle that money she wants. Thanks for telling me you were a billionaire, by the way.”

  He looked up at her, “You didn’t know?”

  “How would I? I’m not from here. I thought it was just the ranch, I didn’t know about the rest.”

  He laughed. “Well, that’s a new one on me. I thought about just giving her the money, but then she’ll just be back for more.”

  “Yeah, but by the time she needs more money, Scott will be grown and you can send her packing empty handed. Just think of it as buying Scott some time to grow up and learn how to handle her.”

  She’d no more finished her sentence, when they heard a knock at the door, they knew that the kids were fast asleep, Sabrina had checked on her way to Garrett’s room. Garrett got out of bed, wrapped a sheet around his waist and answered the door, opening it only a crack.

  She could see Michelle standing in the hallway, trying to see into the room. Garrett stepped outside and shut the door. She could her Michelle’s voice, sweet and whiny as she once again asked for money. She couldn’t hear his answer, but she could hear Michelle retreating down the hall.

  Just as Garrett opened the door, she called down the hallway. “I’ll need someone to carry my bags to the car.”

  Garrett just shut the door, and got back into bed. “I told her I would wire the money into her account tomorrow as long as she was gone when we get up in the morning. I wonder how long she’ll wait before she carries them out herself.”

  “Good, I just want her gone.”

  “Jealous?”

  “Well, maybe a little.” She admitted. “But mostly I don’t want her around when Marie and I move into the cabin.”

  Garrett sat up in bed. “So you’ll take the job? Move up here?” He said, his eyes glowing with pleasure.

  “I sent the school an email earlier tonight, resigning my position immediately. Mr. Terrell you’re now officially stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me.”

  “I think that just might be forever, Ms. Burke.” He said, kissing her until she no longer had any thought in her head about anything but him.

  “Good Mr. Terrell, it’s nice to know that no matter how stormy the skies become, I’ll have you with me.”

  The End.

  My Russian Lover

  Do Russian Men Really Love Better?!

  Curvy African American woman Sophie has met and married Tony, the man of her dreams. Never in a million years did she think she'd end up with a Russian man, let alone one that's a billionaire; yet it's happened. What's more, she couldn't be happier!

  But not everything's sunshine and rose petals. Tony's father has become more than a thorn in their side, lying and involving himself in their lives in less than pleasant ways. But what are the real reasons behind his actions? And will the interracial couple be able to stay together through all the added drama?

  Find out in this hot new BWWM billionaire romance by Cher Etan. Suitable for over 18s only due to scenes with a Russian billionaire thoroughly pleasuring a BBW of African American descent. Contains romance and scandalous elements.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 1

  Sophie dangled her legs in the water, enjoying the warmth suffusing her legs. They were in LA on the third leg of their honeymoon and she was enjoying the fact that it was March and she was warm. The weather in Boston, where she lived, had been extra cold when they’d left, and New York hadn’t been much warmer. But LA was sunny and the sheer pleasure of wallowing in warm water was the height of luxury to Sophie right now. She looked up to see Tony coming towards her, taking pleasure in watching him walk. His long loping gait was eating up the beach and she could see the smile on his face even from this distance. Tony had not been a man who smiled a lot when they’d met in her office, where he’d come seeking an accountant; or so he said. But these days his smile was almost a permanent feature. It lit up his ice blue eyes and softened the harshness of his face.

  “Hey,” he said as he reached her.

  “Hey yourself,” Sophie replied smiling back at him.

  “It’s been over two hours since we kissed. What happened, don’t you love me anymore?” Tony asked leaning down to plant one on her smiling mouth.

  “Oh, I married you for your money you fool,” Sophie murmured against his lips as she reached up to pull him closer. He opened his mouth to claim hers. She felt herself simultaneously melting and heating up and wondered at it. Every single time he touched her, without fail, her body reacted. It was too good to last she imagined. Who felt like this forever? They had barely known each other a month before getting married but it sometimes felt like she had known him forever. He had told her that he caught sight of her behind as she slipped on the side walk one day and had followed her to her office. As luck would have it, he also needed an accountant because he suspected that someone was stealing from him. Her friend and colleague, Curtis Jackson, had set them up at Tony’s request. She’d agreed to go because her life was empty and filled with grief for her lost brother and home. They had both disappeared with Hurricane Katrina and it had just been herself, and her grandfather Elijah left. They had moved to Boston to start over, and now they were three. Tony also had some family drama, he was alienated from his father, Roman Petrov, and having immigrated from Russia ten years before, he had no family in America apart from his Uncle Mikhail and Aunt Cara. It had created a bond between Tony and Sophie, since they had both suffered tragic loss. A month after their first date, they were married in a small ceremony which took place at Tony’s restaurant, the April Shower. Although Tony’s dad was in town, he did not attend as he was currently suspected of being behind the theft at Tony’s establishments. He was also not very enamored of the bride being of African-American descent and that had rather displeased the groom.

  “I’m a fool for love,” Tony half-sung with a huge grin on his face as he settled down next to her on the beach towel. He leaned forward, nuzzling her neck. The private beach had no other inhabitants so Sophie let him have his way with her neck.

  “Where to from here?” she asked as he nibbled his way down to her breast.

  “Well we’ve visited every single one of my five establishments, the staff have met you, they know you’re the new boss; is there anywhere you’d like to go maybe? New Orleans?” Tony murmured against her skin.

  “New Orleans? Why would I want to go there?” Sophie replied pulling back to look into his eyes in puzzlement.

  Tony shrugged avoiding her eyes. “Its home isn’t it? Don’t you want to visit, see how it’s doing? Brad Pitt is building new housing…”

  “That’s nice for him I’m sure but I liked my old house and it’s not there anymore. Neither is my brother, or my grandmother,” Sophie replied a bit curtly.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “No, I’m sorry. Perhaps I’m oversensitive about my former home town. I just don’t like to think about Solomon and what could have possibly happen to him.”

  Tony was watching her with empathy in
his eyes. He had lost a brother too, and he knew the hurt and pain behind her simple words. It was worse for her too, because at least he knew where his brother was buried. His uncle, Mikhail, who had raised him after his father sent him to America, was an expert at ‘losing’ people; making them disappear into the system so that immigration couldn’t catch them. Tony had asked him if he could find someone instead, who had been lost in the system – Solomon Devereux. His uncle had informed him at the wedding that he had a lead, in a psychiatric facility in New Orleans; there was a John Doe who fit the description of Solomon Devereux. But the only way to know for sure was if Sophie or her grandfather went there and identified him. He was in the facility because he had no memory of who he was, but he was known to be fond of drawing; graffiti specifically. Sophie had told Tony that Solomon was a graffiti artist so he was hoping for a match. But he didn’t want to get Sophie’s hopes up in case it proved to be a dead end. Still, he needed to come up with a pretext as to why they needed to go to New Orleans.

  “You know, I was thinking of opening my sixth restaurant in New Orleans,” he ventured.

  “Oh?” was her extremely short, repressive reply.

  “And I thought…what with Boston being so cold at this time of year, and New Orleans not being cold…that we could like, maybe, check it out.”

  “You know I still have a job right?” was Sophie’s rejoinder.

  “About that…how about you work for me? I’ve recently found myself with a vacancy in the accounting department. What with the old one colluding with my father to skim money off of me and all…”

  “That’s a really great offer Tony, I mean apart from the whole ‘husbands and wives shouldn’t work together thing’ and the fact that I haven’t done my qualifying exams…”

  “Details,” Tony said airily with a dismissive wave of the hand.

  Sophie laughed up at him and pinched his cheek, “You’re so goofy sometimes.” She said, “Who’d a thunk it?”