Let Me Show You (McClain Brothers Book 3)

by Alexandria House

  “Thanks, man. I’m glad to be working with you,” Nyles replied.

  “Hey, did your son come to LA with you?” Nolan asked. “I hope this film isn’t keeping y’all away from him.”

  “Naw, not at all. We don’t ever leave our little man behind. Matter of fact, he’s here in Montana. He and the nanny got their own tent,” Nyles said.

  “You paid for it? I would’ve comped it for you.”

  “Naw, I got it. Y’all wanna meet him?”

  Nolan and I both nodded. I think we were both missing little Lena, because he’d been popping up at South’s and Jo’s house as much as I had since she cockblocked her way into this world.

  Nyles’ wife, Trevia, hopped up from the table. “I’ll go get him.”

  While she was gone, Nyles lifted his chin, giving us a little reverse nod. “So…y’all two?”

  My eyes widened and shot over to Nolan. If I knew anything, I knew not to define a relationship before the man did. Yeah, I’d laid it on in front of Neil because that was what that situation warranted. This was different, and the way I was feeling Nolan, I couldn’t have stomached the embarrassment of him correcting my assumptions about us.

  So when he said, “I’m hoping it’ll be an ‘us two’ soon. I’m definitely working toward it,” my heart started hopscotching in my chest.

  You are already there, baby, I thought.

  “Y’all are a good look for each other. Nothing wrong with falling in love and shit, you know?” Nyles said. He had to be the most thuggish poet I’d ever seen. And the finest. Damn!

  Yeah, I was all into Nolan, but my ass wasn’t blind.

  “Yeah, I know,” Nolan agreed.

  And then time stopped, the stars aligned, and the sun stood still as Trevia Adams made it back to the table holding the hand of the cutest little boy I had ever laid eyes on. Okay, he was in a tie with little Leland, but still, he was an adorable little chocolate kiss with thick hair and long, curly eyelashes, wearing a tiny red Adidas track suit and matching sneakers. He was just beautiful!

  I stood, walked over to him, and squatted in front of him in my loose gray jumpsuit and white canvas sneakers. “Hey, there, what’s your name?”

  “Dallas Trayvon Adams,” he said too clearly for a boy his age. Then he held up three little fingers and informed me, “I’m three and I’m tall for my age.”

  I couldn’t help but to chuckle. “And you’re very smart and handsome.”

  He nodded. “Like my daddy.”

  “Is that right?” I asked, winking up at his mother who was beaming proudly down at him.

  “Uh-huh. He’s making a moobie.” There it was, the only indication he’d given me that he was not, in fact, a grown man in a tiny body.

  “Really?! So am I!” I gushed.

  “You pretty,” he said, then reached out and touched my cheek. This little guy had me grinning so hard my cheeks were stinging.

  “Thank you!” I gushed.

  “What I tell you about that flirting, lil’ man?” Nyles asked, as he left the table and scooped his son up. “Lil’ mannish self.”

  I had to laugh at that. I hadn’t heard anyone use the word “mannish” since I was a little girl.

  “Well,” Nyles began, as he kissed Dallas’ cheek, making him giggle, “me and the wife gonna get some time in with this dude before he goes down. It was dope having dinner with y’all. We gotta do this again so y’all can tell us how you two got together.”

  We all agreed that we’d had a good time and would definitely have to do it again, and then we parted ways.

  Nolan and I took that walk he’d mentioned, both of us quiet as we absorbed the sights, sounds, and scents of our surroundings. The grounds were stunning, with gravel trails snaking through lush grass and wooden bridges straddling the lakes. Trees and blue skies hovered overhead, and the air was almost cleansing in its purity. I’d never experienced anything like this. Well, not since I was a little girl in Reola. It was pretty rural and untouched there. I spent plenty of time playing in the woods before my innocence was stolen from me.

  “I guess we should be heading to our tents now. Gotta get those last shots in the morning if I’m gonna get the natural lighting I want,” Nolan said, breaking the serenity enveloping us.

  “But I get to sleep in,” I responded, with a wink.

  “Yeah, you do, don’t you?”

  “Mm-hmm. I almost feel guilty for getting this free trip and my own tent for just one scene’s work.”

  He took my hand, clasping it in his. “Don’t. I would’ve wanted you here even if you didn’t have a scene.”

  All I could do was smile.

  About ten minutes later, we were at the entrance to my tent, face to face, staring at each other. I liked looking at him, but felt more than a little awkward, and he’d said he needed to turn in early. So I uttered through a sigh, “I enjoyed dinner and our walk.”

  “Me, too. I hate this night has to end.”

  “So do I.”

  He stood there with his eyes on me for a few seconds, then leaned in, kissing me softly and quickly on the lips. I swear electricity—or maybe lack-of-sextricity, because it had been a long while since I’d experienced an orgasm induced by someone other than me—shot down my spine and settled in my core. A simple kiss had never caused that reaction before. It was such an unfamiliar and odd feeling that I had to shut my eyes for a moment to get my bearings. And while they were closed, his lips met mine again, his tongue darting out and swiping my lips. Opening my mouth for him, I slid my arms around his waist, feeling the hardness of his body as he returned my embrace, pulling me close to him. Then his hand was on the back of my head, the other sliding down to my ass. I pressed myself against him, felt the bulge between his legs, and my heart slammed into my rib cage, because...Got. Damn.

  He was blessed.

  He broke away from me abruptly, and I opened my eyes to see the desire in his. I pulled him back to me through no volition of my own, our mouths melding into one as our tongues collided and moans filled the air around us. We kissed for so long that time that when we broke apart, we were both breathing heavily.

  “I want you so bad,” he practically moaned into my ear as his hand rested on the front of my neck.

  “Then take me, baby.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t wanna move too fast. I don’t wanna take a chance on ruining this.”

  “Nolan, I’m thirty, I lost my virginity a long time ago, and I want you. Right now. You’re not going to ruin anything, and I want you to move fast because it’s been a long time, I’m horny as hell, and I’m on fire for you. I’m so damn wet, you could drown in me.”

  “Got-damn. You are?”

  “Yes, I am. Do you know that sometimes when we’re on the phone together, I touch myself because the sound of your voice drives me crazy? You want me? Take me, because I’m here for the taking.”

  “Shit, baby…uh, Bridgette?”

  I leaned in and gently kissed his neck. “Mm-hmm?”

  “There’s something I need to tell you about me, about—something you need to know before we do this.”

  I frowned slightly as he dropped his eyes. “Uh, okay?”

  He backed away from me a bit, cutting all physical contact between us, and rubbed the back of his head. “I-um-I have this problem. A dysfunction.”

  Aw, shit. Is he a minute man? It can’t be that he has a micro dick because unless he has some damn PVC pipe in his pants, he’s packing like a motherfucker. Damn, does he have AIDS? “A dysfunction?”

  He nodded and finally lifted his eyes to my face. “An erectile dysfunction.”

  I dropped my eyes to his crotch. “Um, Nolan? Your dick is hard right now.”

  “Not that kind of erectile dysfunction.”

  “What other kind is there?”

  “The kind where it takes me longer than normal to ejaculate.”

  “Oooooh! Well, how long are we talking?”

  “I haven’t gone less than thirty min
utes since I was in high school. My usual is forty-five minutes.”

  Shit! “For real?”

  “Yeah, my doctor says it probably has to do with me being a serial masturbator when I was young. It takes a lot of pressure for me to ejaculate any sooner than that, like the kind of pressure sex can’t provide.”

  I stared at him for a moment and then burst into laughter. I mean, I was doubled over, clutching my stomach with tears in my eyes.

  “Damn, that’s funny to you?” he asked, sounding more than a little hurt.

  “No, no, no! It’s just that…” I cleared my throat and wiped my eyes before standing to face him again. “Nolan, I take Prozac, have for years because my childhood was fifty shades of fucked up.”

  “Uh, thanks for telling me, but what does that have to do with your fucked-up reaction to what I just told you?”

  “One of the side-effects of Prozac is delayed orgasm. It takes forever for me to climax, if I climax at all, and most men find it very frustrating. Shit, thirty minutes is child’s play to me.”

  He stared at me for a minute or two before leaning in for another kiss, a long, hot, steamy kiss, and when he came up for air, he growled, “Bridgette?”

  “Uh-huh?”

  “Can we go inside the tent? Right now?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  We stumbled inside my tent, somehow making our way across the wood floor without running into any of the rustic furniture crowding the space to my bed where I lay on my back with Nolan spreading his body over mine, kissing me as his hand palmed my yoni through my clothes, making the moisture already collecting there morph from a river to a waterfall.

  He fumbled with my jumpsuit’s drawstring, trying to untie it, until I tore my mouth from his, and mumbled, “It’s a one-piece.”

  “What?” he groaned, as he buried his face in my neck.

  “It’s a one-piece, baby, a jumpsuit.”

  “Take it off.”

  My pussy jumped at the gruffness behind that demand. I watched as he stood from the bed and started shedding his clothes, mesmerized by the body that was slowly revealed as layer after layer fell to the floor. This motherfucker was so damn fine, I forgot I was still dressed, but quickly remembered as he stood over me in his black boxer briefs with an erection that made my mind spin with wild, nasty thoughts. Lifting from the bed, I quickly stripped down to my panties. There was no bra to remove because I wasn’t wearing one.

  He kissed me again, easing me onto my back on the bed and sliding down my body, licking the seat of my panties and making me lift my ass from the bed and release a low moan. Then he slipped my panties to the side, and I felt the warmth of his tongue as it slid against my clit over and over again. It felt so good that I forgot to worry about how long I knew it would take me to hit my peak. I just let myself relax, my legs flopping to the side, my hand meeting the back of his head as he ate me like my yoni was a porterhouse steak covered in A.1.

  Sliding a finger inside me, then two, he continued flicking his tongue against my clit.

  “Ooooo, shhhhhhit!” I groaned, as I rocked my hips while holding his head in place.

  “Mmmm,” he hummed, never taking his mouth off my pussy, his fingers sliding in and out of the slippery mess he’d made.

  With my eyes tightly shut, I felt the swelling, swarming, building sensations of an orgasm and began to rock my hips faster to catch it. When the fullness of it hit me, my back left the bed and my head snapped back as I let out a roar like a damn wild animal, followed by, “Damn, Nolan!”

  In seconds, his face was hovering over mine, his lips wet with me as he devoured my mouth while rubbing my pulsating yoni with his hand. “See how good you taste?” he asked.

  “I can’t feel my damn legs,” I whined.

  “You can’t? Wanna stop?” he asked, a deep frown on his face.

  “Hell, no!”

  He chuckled as he stood from the bed and sheathed himself with a condom I didn’t know he had. Shit, I had no idea where it even came from. I just knew I wanted him to hurry up and put it on.

  When he entered me, I gasped, grabbed his shoulders, and released a hissing sound. “Shit!” I screamed, despite the fact that there was only a canvas flap that served as a door and no real roof. Just the canvas shell, but hell, I couldn’t help it.

  “Got damn, Bridgette!” he groaned, as he slid in and out of me, grabbing one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he leaned in and kissed me while twisting one of my nipples hard, like he was trying to twist the motherfucker off…and it hurt so damn good. The things he was doing to me…it was all too much, but at the same time, I wanted more of it. I wanted all of it. Whatever he had to give, I was willing to accept, because it felt like pure bliss to me.

  “Baby, shit! Damn-it! Fuck!” Nolan grunted. “Motherfucking shit, Bridgette!”

  “No, no, no, no—”

  He stopped moving, and I opened my tightly shut eyes. “Why’d you stop? Shit, why’d you stop?”

  “You said no.”

  “I was tryna say your name.”

  “So you don’t want me to stop?”

  “No! Shit, please don’t stop!”

  “Okay, baby.”

  He eased out of me, then back in, smacked my thigh, and we resumed our little cursing match:

  “Got dammit, Nolan!”

  “Fuck, Bridgette! Shit, baby!”

  “This motherfucking dick is so good!”

  “Ohhhhh, fuck!”

  His dick was so good, it had me thinking strictly in Maya Angelou quotes. I mean, my brain was spewing stuff like:

  “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

  And he was making me feel reeeeal good!

  Or: “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”

  He was showing me he had some good, long-winded dick!

  And: “I got my own back.”

  But he had this pussy!

  I reached up, kissed him as he glided in and out of my saturated yoni, and yelled, “You good-dicked sonovabitch!”

  “This pussy…shit!” was his response.

  “You know this is your pussy now, don’t you? It’s yours. Only yours. Can’t nobody else have it. Do you understand me?!”

  “Oh, damn! You feel good as hell!”

  After I was blessed with another orgasm, was bathed in Nolan’s sweat, and became damn near paralyzed from the hips down, he let out a grunt, losing his rhythm as he hit his peak before collapsing onto me, and murmuring, “Shit, baby.”

  17

  Her skin was so smooth, so soft. The only blemish I could find on her silky brown skin was a scar to the left of her navel. I traced it with my fingertip then dragged my hand down to her thigh, letting it rest there.

  “Nolan?” she said softly.

  “Yeah?” I answered.

  “Are you seeing anyone besides me?”

  “No. Don’t wanna see anyone else. Are you?”

  “No. Nolan?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Don’t start seeing anyone else.”

  “Like I said, I don’t want anyone else. Especially not now.”

  “Good.”

  “Bridgette?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Did you mean what you said about your pussy being mine, or was that just some heat of the moment talk?”

  “How would you feel if I said I meant it?”

  “I damn sure wouldn’t be mad about it. I’d be elated.”

  “Then I meant it.”

  “Good. Hey, I got another question for you.”

  “Okay. What?”

  “Did you bring any stilettos with you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Put ‘em on, baby.”

  “Now?”

  “Yeah. Now.”

  “Well, since you said it like that…”

  She pulled my face to hers, kissed me, and lef
t the bed, digging in her luggage, unearthing a black pair of shoes with a shiny silver heel, sliding them on, and then standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but them.

  “Come here.”

  Her eyes widened as she stepped closer to me with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her down to straddle my lap, taking my finger and dragging it from the hollow of her neck between her breasts and then reaching around and smacking both her ass cheeks at the same time, making her jump. “Do you have any damn clue how much you turn me on, how much you’ve always turned me on since the moment I first laid eyes on you?”

  “Why didn’t you say something to me?”

  “To be honest, you intimidated the shit out of me, and from the time I first met you that Thanksgiving, you were already with Tommy.”

  “Not really. I mean, we were just getting to know each other back then. And weren’t you there with someone?”

  “Yeah. Like I said, I don’t like being alone.”

  She smiled and spread her arms wide. “And now you got all this.”

  After I’d leaned in and dragged my tongue from her neck to her right breast, I said, “Speaking of all this…lift up, baby.”

  Her eyes flashed as she rose from my lap.

  As I lined my dick up with her sex, I said, “You like it when I tell you what to do, Bridgette?”

  Closing her eyes, she replied, “Mmmm, yeah. There’s something about your voice when you get all directorish. But don’t tell me to do no crazy shit.”

  “I was just gonna tell you to ride this dick. Is that crazy?”

  As she eased down on me, she whined, “No…it’s…noooot!”

  I flicked my tongue against her nipple before taking it in my mouth and nibbling on it as she bounced in my lap until we were both sweaty, exhausted, and thoroughly satisfied.

  *****

  “Aye, how’s the Montana filming going? You getting all them Iñárritu shots you wanted to get done?” Everett asked.

  I halted my steps on the pier. “You know who that is?”