Baby Bargain (Winston Brothers Book 3)

by Stacey Lewis

  “Who said anything about love?” I tease, doing my best to sound nonchalant, then realize as I pull up to the next set of stoplights, I still have no clue where the hell I’m going.

  Shifting in my seat, I study the pink flush on Mel’s cheeks. Did my comment embarrass her? Surely not. I change the subject quickly, not wanting to push her away before I have a chance to get to know her.

  “I need your address.”

  She blinks, almost like she’s coming out of a trance. “Oh. Yeah. I live over on Bar Street, across from the bread store.” I nod, taking a right so I can swing back around the block. Putting her address in my GPS, I realize we only live a few blocks apart, storing the information away for later. I already know I’ll need it when we’re done. She won’t invite me back on her own.

  “Maybe you being young isn’t such a bad thing,” she muses quietly. “Do you think you can keep up with me?” Her brows move up and down playfully. I like this side of Mel, the fun, flirty side.

  I catch her nibbling on her bottom lip out of the corner of my eye as I navigate the road, my cock hard as granite in my pants. “Age is nothing but a number baby, but if you’re truly wondering, yes, I can keep it up long enough for you to get off… more than once.”

  “We’ll see about that.” She says it smugly, but I can tell from the seductive sound of her voice she’s as interested as I am. The only problem? I’m positive she’s only looking at me as a one-night stand. Knowing that, I’m not going to push things tonight. A ride home, then making sure she gets inside. That’s all. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

  In a matter of minutes, I’m pulling into her apartment complex. The place is huge, and in a decent part of town but my mama didn’t raise no asshole, so I do the right thing and put the car in park, killing the engine before getting out. Before she can protest, I walk quickly around to the passenger side.

  The look she gives me is full of lust, her eyes seeming to darken in the overhead light as I help her out of the car. I expect her to say something, but she basically ignores me, dropping my hand the second she’s standing and walking toward the building entrance.

  “Excuse me, where do you think you’re going?” Slamming her door and beeping the locks, I try to catch up with her before she gets inside the doors. If she gets there before I do, tonight is over before I get to convince her to give me a chance when she’s sober.

  Mel turns around to face me, and her voice is full of sarcasm when she replies. “Umm, up to my apartment. You brought me home. What did you expect me to do, Remy? Stand outside until morning?”

  I have to work to keep my eyes from rolling. “I never said you had to stand outside, but it’s late, and I’m not going to let you walk up to your apartment alone. No. Way. In. Hell.”

  Her mouth pops open with a response that’s sure to piss me off, but I give her a look that shuts her down. “Whatever,” she mutters under her breath petulantly as she stomps inside; her attitude making me smile. Her heels click against the flooring, and I take in the building’s entrance. It’s not anything special, but at least it’s clean.

  Mel leads us to an elevator, pressing the button to bring it down while studiously ignoring the fact that I’m standing beside her. Mutual attraction sparks between us, and when the door finally opens and we both walk in at the same time our arms touch fleetingly.

  Just that small touch has my body growing hot while the air thickens between us. Not even a second later Mel pushes me against the elevator wall. Her movements are slow, but I love the determination in her eyes.

  She looks like a fucking Queen. A woman in control of her life.

  “If we do this, there are no strings. I don’t have time for anything else in my life.”

  I swallow and nod, knowing one night won’t be enough but I’ll take whatever I can get right now. This time it’s my turn to take charge, and I do, like the alpha male she wants me to be. I move my hands down her sides and to her ass, lifting her, and pulling her body against mine all in one swift movement.

  She moans into my mouth, her lips devouring mine. I’ve kissed women before, loads of them, but none of them, and I mean none, have ever taken my breath away like this woman does. My heart beats furiously inside my chest as she wraps her legs around me. I can feel every single soft curve on her body as she molds into all my hard places.

  With her legs wrapped firmly around me, I cup her by the cheeks. She weighs almost nothing in my arms, and I feel this compelling need to meet her gaze. Pulling away ever so slightly we peer into each other's eyes. Unknown emotions swirl in her blue depths, and I know she wants to say something but can’t muster up the words to do so.

  “I’m going to make you mine, Melody. You can fight me on it all you want, but one kiss or touch isn’t going to be enough for me.”

  She licks her lips, and I swoop back in, feeling like I’m a king now that I’ve told her what my intentions are. She can run from whatever else she wants in her life, but she can’t run from me. When our lips touch once more the kiss is rougher, with an edge to it, and I sink into her.

  Sparks fly, and within seconds she’s pulling at my tie, and finding the button on my slacks. I know we shouldn’t be doing this in an elevator but can’t find the will to fucking care.

  Mel slips her hand into my slacks and wraps her tiny hand around my cock while I push the strap of fabric off her shoulder, and suck on the lavender scented flesh of her throat and shoulder. She tastes wild, and I can’t wait to rip this fucking dress off her and see how dripping wet with need she is for me.

  The elevator comes to a stop right then, the door chiming, opening before either of us can fix ourselves. I release Mel and settle her back onto the floor so that she can walk out of the elevator. My cock’s rock hard, and begging to sink deep inside her, so well I want to hold onto her and fuck her into next week I do the right thing and let her go, because even I don’t want the first time we come together to be in the elevator of her apartment complex.

  I smirk, watching her as she walks. Her ass is plump, legs long and tan. They would look one-hundred percent hotter wrapped around my waist while I fuck her. Following behind her, I stop when she does, in front of a white door with the number six hanging on it.

  “This is me.” She whispers, gazing up at me.

  “Alright then. I guess this is where we say goodbye.” I smile, and know as soon as I get home, I’m going to have to take care of myself. There’s something about Mel that begs me to be a better man than the rest of the jackasses she’s known. She’s sad, but she’s also begging for someone to take care of her, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to be that man.

  “You…” Her lip trembles slightly, and I know she’s having a hard time getting the words out. “You can come in if you want… since, you know, you have something to prove.” She teases me, and the shyness seeps right out of her.

  My jaw aches from the grin that pulls at my lips. This woman. I’ve never smiled so much in such a short time or wanted to kiss someone as much as I do her.

  It’s like… it’s like fate sent her to me for this moment, which is a crazy thought to have.

  “Fuck yes, I have something to prove. But if you don’t want this, like really want this then you need to tell me to leave, because I don’t want this to be some drunken hook up.” I grip her by the chin, our eyes holding each other’s. I can visibly see her swallow and wonder if she’s going to take her words back now.

  “I want this, Remy. I really do.” She whispers, and those words seal our fates together. I don’t know if she realizes what she just signed herself up for, but she can figure that out later. We can figure that out later.

  Right now, I have a pussy to feast on.

  Chapter Three

  Mel

  I’m not sure if I should slap myself in the face now, or in the morning. I can see the wheels in Remy’s head turning. Why did I say yes again? Oh, I know...because I really do want him… to kiss me, and fuck me, and prove to me he’s bet
ter than all the other men I’ve ever been with before him.

  I want him to ruin me for all men, but at the same time I want to push him away and tell him to fuck off. How is it possible to feel that way all at once?

  My apartment is small, but it does the job. I use every penny I make from the bar, and the freelance work I do for the Chicago Tribune, to help pay for my sister’s medical bills. Whatever I have left goes to paying rent, and the tiny bit of bills I have. I flick on the light, and start stripping as he closes the door behind us.

  What’s the point in keeping my clothes on when everything I want to do with this man involves being naked?

  I shimmy out of my dress, and kick off my heels, gazing at Remy over my shoulder as I do so. He’s watching me like a lion on the hunt, ready to pounce at any given second. I lick my lips and envision him doing all the things he said he could do to me.

  Half me hope he will pull through; while the other half hopes he’s all talk and I’ll never have to see him again after tonight.

  As if reading my mind, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, each button coming undone has my mouth watering as it reveals a piece of toned skin beneath the fabric. By the time he’s got his shirt off, I’m ready to jump his bones.

  He smirks, as if he already knows his body looks like a work of art that’s been chiseled from stone. There are eight individual indentations on his abdomen proving that he clearly works out. “You see something you like?” His voice drips sex appeal.

  “Maybe.” I twirl a piece of my dark hair around my finger as I eye fuck him. He flicks the button on his dress slacks, revealing a pair of tight boxers with a very large cock trying to break free. I gulp before leading him down the small hall to my bedroom.

  For some strange reason this feels like a cat and mouse game. Like one of us is really going to lose badly.

  “You better be ready for me when I get there, Melody.” His voice booms behind me as I walk backwards to my bed, eyes never leaving the doorway. My heart is racing in both trepidation and excitement

  Remy enters my bedroom, his eyes moving over the small number of belongings on my dresser before resting on me.

  There’s a sadness that flickers in his hazel eyes, and I wish like hell I could unsee it. We can’t... I can’t let emotions get involved here. To bring us back to where we’re supposed to be, I crawl up on the bed and lie down in the middle, eyes on his as I cup my bare breasts.

  “Fuck me.” I order, then grip the sides of my panties and lift my ass, almost daring him when I drag them down my thighs to my feet, kicking them off as I watch him. I shock the lace to the floor, and snicker when I see Remy’s eyes on my body. He starts at my toes, traveling up to stop and stare at the pussy I’m sure he can see is almost dripping for him. I can practically feel his touch on my breasts when he continues, and when his eyes finally land on mine, I feel like I’m about to combust.

  Remy exhales, his fists are clenched at his sides and he looks like he’s about to lose it. He’s so fucking handsome it should be illegal, like a Ken doll with abs, and a penis size that he wasn’t lying about. I almost stop to ask him if he’s okay when he crosses the small space separating us and sinks to the floor on his knees. His hands reach out, grabbing me by my ankles and pulling me forward until my ass rests at the very edge of the bed. His touch is warm and brings me comfort like I never expected while turning me on beyond belief at the same time.

  “I’ll fuck you, but first I’m going to make you come all over my tongue. I’ve got to know if you taste as sweet as you look.”

  I nibble on my bottom lip, watching him through hooded eyes as he spreads my legs. His fingers run up and down my thighs as his heated gaze meets my pussy. He leans in, and I can feel his hot breath against my lips, the sensation causing me to shiver. Jesus. I’ve never experienced these sensations with a man before.

  “Fuck me, Melody, your pussy is gorgeous.” His words almost make me laugh, but said laugh gets lodged in my throat when I feel his tongue flick against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Something short-circuits inside my head, and I find myself weaving my fingers into his hair, encouraging him to lick me until I’m a boneless wreck.

  And he does. Remy devours my pussy, alternating between licking and sucking on my clit, the sensations make it hard to do anything but breathe. For the first time in forever I feel the build of a release. Each nibble and flick of his tongue pushes me closer to the edge of no return. It’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm given to me by something other than my own fingers or vibrator that I nosedive off the cliff, falling apart and coming within seconds. My body shakes and my thighs clench around his head as blissful nothingness fills me to the brim.

  But he doesn’t let up. Nope, not Remington Winston. He continues to lick me, and I almost come again when I feel two of his thick fingers slide knuckle deep inside me.

  I whimper when he pulls his mouth from my clit, a devilish smirk pulling at one side of his lips. “Told you I’d make you come, and I’m going to do it again…” He pauses, upping his pace, his fingers thrusting deep inside me while he blows gently against my clit.

  It’s just enough to keep me going, but not push me over the edge like I want. “Make me come again.” I plead, gazing up at the man that will own my pleasure for tonight. His eyes darken, the hazel color turning deep brown. I can see the lust, desire, and need pooling in the depths, and I know he wants this just as much as I do. Maybe even more.

  With a growl, he ups his pace, driving his fingers into me fast. They slip inside me with ease, curling forward to stroke my g-spot. My pussy contracts as he strums me like a guitar, playing me to his own tune. The orgasm is building deep inside me. My heart flutters in my chest, my skin heats, and small droplets of sweat form against my brow.

  “Fall apart baby… you’ll be surprised to see who is there to catch you when you do.” And on his command, I do just that. My body shakes, and in seconds I’m falling, my toes curling into the comforter. Remy doesn’t care that I’ve just come, he sucks my overly sensitive clit into his mouth and laps up every single sweet drop of my release. The moans of pleasure he exudes against my pussy tells me the man likes pleasing a woman and that makes me smile even in my buzzed state.

  Before I can get my wits together, he’s pulling away, leaving me cold. I shiver, slowly coming down from my high. I gaze up at him, feeling as if I’ve been laid bare, as if I’ve laid all my sins before him. I worry he can see right through me, into my perfectly broken heart, and that terrifies me.

  Yet, before I can make a move to cover myself or end what’s happening, he flips me onto my stomach. I feel one of his long fingers trail up and down my spine, and it makes me shiver, and not for the same reasons as before.

  “You might not be mine yet, but I can read you like you are. I don’t want to see you get lost inside your head when I’m with you.” His hot breath fans against my ear, and I nod, feeling his thick cock probe against my ass.

  I’ve never been so hungry for a man a day in my life before. “Remy,” I moan as he lifts me by the hips, making it so my ass is higher than my head. This way he’ll be deeper, giving me the chance to feel every single inch of him. I peek over my shoulder at him, becoming mesmerized as he strokes his cock.

  “Let me fuck you, Melody. Let me own you, and tomorrow you can decide what happens next. Tonight, you’re mine.” And I know he’s speaking the truth. I know it before he even slips inside me, his cock claiming my pussy as if it’s always been his.

  I suck air into my lungs as he fills me to the hilt. He’s so deep inside me it almost hurts, that is until he swivels his hips, causing the head of his penis to rub against that sweet spot inside me.

  “We fit like a glove baby. Your tight pussy is squeezing the ever-loving fuck out of me.”

  My mind and body drift apart as he moves in and out of me, making anything but breathing impossible to do. I whimper and moan as he owns me with every single inch of his flesh inside me. He pounds into me until I come, my
pussy strangling his cock as I fall apart again and again. He doesn’t let up either, as he holds off his own release, pushing me over the edge again and again.

  “Remy… Oh god… Oh god…” I cry out, as he finds my clit and pinches the bud between two fingers, setting me off once more. It’s then that I feel him coming. His movements become jerky, his breaths turn into pants, and the warmth of his release fills my channel to the brim, leaving me sedated, and content.

  It doesn’t even hit me until he pulls out of me that we didn’t use a condom, and as sated as I am right now, I can’t bring myself to care. I let him pull me into his arms and blanket me in his warmth.

  Tonight, I get to be selfish.

  Tomorrow I can be normal Mel.

  The woman who will never find love or give herself over to a man.

  Chapter Four

  Remy

  I startle awake, and for a second forget where I am. Then the memories of the night before filter into my brain and I relax against the sheets. Melody and I had sex. Not once, but twice, and we didn’t use a condom. Sitting up, I rub the kink out of the back of my neck, my gaze sweeping over to the right side of the bed that’s empty.

  Where the hell is she?

  A soft humming filters down the hall along with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. My stomach grumbles and I get out of her warm bed, my muscles protesting as I do.

  It’s been a long ass time since I fucked a woman like I did Melody last night, and I’ve never fucked a woman without protection. With her, I didn’t even think about it. I pull on my underwear and dress slacks, then make my way into the kitchen, my eyes settling on Mel. I’m a bit taken back to find her dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, hair in a braid and her makeup done. My facial expression must show my surprise because before I even say a word, she’s rolling her eyes.