SWEAT

by Deborah Bladon

  "Let's take a shower," I suggest because I need it, preferably on the cold side so my dick can take a step back and calm down before I embarrass myself.

  "You go first," she says in that sweet voice of hers.

  Her voice is even getting to me right now. I feel like a teenage kid who just got his first flash of a naked tit. She's still fully clothed, so God help me when I finally see what's under that yellow dress she's wearing.

  "Together," I counter. "You and me in the shower now, Petal."

  Her hands jump to her stomach. "That seems like a bad idea to me."

  "I promise to close my eyes." I give her a wink. "For the first ten seconds."

  She tosses me a look that either says fuck off or fuck me. I'm going with the latter because it's all I want right now. The throbbing in my dick has now trailed down my thighs. I think this woman is literally going to bring me to my knees in the next twenty seconds if I don't see her bare flesh.

  Her hand brushes over her face, pushing a strand of her hair back. "I'm nervous. I haven't been naked in front of a lot of men."

  One is too many for me to comprehend right now. I want this all to myself. I want her to be mine; tonight, tomorrow and for every damn day I draw a breath.

  "I'll hit the shower first," I offer with a kiss to her hand. "You come in when you're ready. If you want to go after I'm done, I'm good with that too. No pressure."

  She nods, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth.

  Shit. I think I might come from the sight of that.

  "Make yourself at home." I motion with my chin toward the kitchen. "Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge if you get thirsty."

  She doesn't say anything as I walk backward down the hallway that leads to my bathroom, my eyes still glued to her. "I'm glad you're here."

  "I am too," she calls after me just as I drop my shirt on the floor and head to the shower.

  ***

  I scrub my hands over my face one last time. I have no idea how long I've been in here, but time is running out. If Petal was going to make an appearance, I think that would have happened by now.

  I should shut off the water, towel-dry and hunt her down. I want to but I'm scared shitless that when I step back into the other room, that she'll be gone. A lot has gone down tonight and I wouldn't blame her if she needed a day or two to take it all in.

  I push my head back under the spray, the sound of the water drowning out everything else.

  Then I feel it.

  It's faint at first and I can't tell if it's my motherfucking mind playing tempting tricks on me or not. I want it to be her. I want to spin around and see a wet, naked and willing Brynn Bishop staring back at me.

  "Don't turn around," she whispers in my ear. "Not yet."

  I nod as I reach down to grab hold of her hand and press it against my rock hard abs. I know how much she's wanted to touch me. I've watched her watching me in the gym.

  "I like my body."

  "You should," I say as I bend my neck back. "It's the most beautiful body I've ever seen."

  "You haven't seen it yet, Smith."

  I pull her hand up with mine and kiss her palm; softly, sweetly and exactly the way I'm going to kiss the inside of her thigh before I devour her pussy within the next ten minutes.

  "I see it in my dreams every night, Petal."

  She sighs and then chuckles. "You don't have to use those lines on me, Smith. I don't want you to."

  I pivot so quickly that she doesn't realize what's happening until I'm staring at her beautiful, flawless face. I don’t drop my eyes because I'm going to wait until she's ready for me to soak in her perfection. "I'll never bullshit you. Never. I dream about you. I have almost every night since I saw you at the gym."

  Her lips twist together in a way that I wish my dick was a part of, but it's not. It's bouncing against my stomach, hard and aching for me to acknowledge that it still exists.

  "Are you being real right now?"

  I cup her face in my hands as the water beats a warm path over my back. "I have wanted you for a long time. I wanted you that night when you were seventeen, Brynn, but I didn't take the chance. I was too chicken shit to do it and that haunted me for a long time."

  Her gaze drops. I know she's taking in my body. "I've never been with a man like you before."

  "Like me?" I question because this is a one shot deal. I get to hear her first impression of my body this one time and I want to remember every single word of it since I have no intention of ever showing this to another woman again.

  "Every part of you is so hard and strong." Her hands run over my chest. "It's not just your chest or your abs or every other part. It's all of it. Even your heart is strong."

  "Can I look at you now?"

  Her head pops back up. "You haven't looked yet?"

  I see a flash of panic over her expression. I don't know why she's worried. I already know that I'm in the presence of something I've never experienced before. I haven't felt anything even close to this with another woman.

  I let my eyes slide down her face to her neck before I take in her breasts. They're plump and round, her nipples a pale shade of pink. The rest of her is just as magnificent. Smooth skin and a small strip of trimmed dark hair that leads to what I'm craving right now more than anything.

  "Can I touch you?" I whisper into the air between us. "I want to feel you come on my fingers."

  Her cheeks are pink but I can't tell if she's blushing or if it's from the warmth of the water. "Please."

  That's all I need. I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her close to me and kiss her mouth exactly the way I want to kiss the rest of her.

  Chapter 19

  Brynn

  I think I came apart in less than a minute. Smith touched me in a way I've never been touched before, even by myself. I didn't stop him when his hand slid down my belly and he tapped me on each thigh. He wanted me to part my legs for him, so I did. I leaned back on the shower wall, grabbed hold of his shoulders and let him use his fingers to bring me to an orgasm.

  Although, for the record, there should be a word that describes an orgasm that is better than the best.

  A moregasm is what I'm going to call it and Smith Booth is the man who invented it.

  "You're beautiful when you come, Brynn." He pulls me closer to him. We're in his bed now. He took me by the hand and brought me here after I came in the shower. I didn't think my legs would hold me up but they did.

  I like that he thinks so. I have no idea what my face looks like when it happens. All I know is that if he hadn't been there to hold me up, I would have crashed to the shower floor in a puddle of pure mush.

  I reach down to touch the tip of his cock. It's still hard. It's still just as large as it was when I first saw it in the shower. It has to be at least nine inches, thick and heavily veined. "Can I taste it?"

  He pushes the sheet that's covering us both down revealing his erection. "I can't promise that I won't come as soon as your lips touch me, but I'm willing to risk it."

  I haven't given more than a half dozen blowjobs total in my life. It's intimate. In many ways, to me, it feels more intimate than actual fucking. I want it though. I've been daydreaming about wrapping my lips around it since I saw it in the shower.

  I scoot down the bed and press a soft kiss to his stomach before I wrap my hand around him. My fingers don't quite touch my thumb. Seeing that sends a jolt of heat to my core. I know it's going to burn when he's inside me. "I like it."

  "You like it?" He chuckles. "Thank fuck because it's all I have to work with."

  I look up at his face. He's so handsome, much more handsome than he was eight years ago. He's grown into himself. He's comfortable and content, and right now, he's all mine.

  I lick the tip of his cock gently, savoring the salty taste of his flesh. It rocks in my hand, an angry signal that he's beyond the point of arousal. He's primed for a fuck. I am too, but I want this to last. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow and if this is my
only taste of him, I want to enjoy every second of this.

  "Suck it, Petal. I need it."

  I moan softly as I close my mouth over it and slide my lips down. I push back my body's urge to stop. I go past that. I feel him harden even more when the tip barely brushes the back of my throat.

  "Goddammit," he grits out in a low, rough and sexy-as-sin tone. "If I blow this down your pretty little throat, forgive me, but it's too good. It's just too fucking good."

  I suck harder, my head moving up and down with his hands tangled in my hair to guide me. His hips rock, my hands glide; the pace frantic and then relaxed and I when I hear the low growl from deep inside of him and sense his balls tighten, I firm my grip.

  "This. Is. It." He tugs on my hair to pull me up, but I shake it off.

  I won't move. I need this. I have to have it.

  "Dammit, Brynn. For fuck's sake," he groans as he shoots his release and I take it all.

  ***

  "You didn't think you would make it out of here without feeling my cock inside that tight pussy, did you?"

  If this is a dream, please never let me wake up.

  My eyes pop open and adjust to the minimal light in the room. I fell asleep after I blew him. I fucking fell asleep. Isn't the man the one who is supposed to lull himself into dreamland after he comes?

  I roll over quickly until I'm facing him. His hair is mussed, the brush of whiskers covering his jaw are thicker than they were earlier and he's staring at me like he's going to eat me alive.

  Not that I would complain about that. I've imagined his tongue on my pussy for years. I have no doubt that reality is going to trump every single one of those daydreams.

  "You have to get up soon." I motion past his shoulder to the digital clock blinking a blue display of the time. It's after midnight now.

  I didn't just take a nap. I fucking hibernated in his bed.

  "I have to fuck you soon." He rips open a condom package that he pulled out of thin air.

  I watch closely as he rolls onto his back and sheaths his thick cock. It's hard again. This man is a beast.

  He taps my thigh with his fingers. "I want a taste. Get over here."

  I've only ever been on my back when a man has eaten me out. I've never been on top.

  "Please, Petal." He slicks his bottom lip with his tongue. "I'm dying here."

  I scoot up until I'm straddling his stomach, his cock bouncing against my ass cheek. "You want to taste me?"

  He runs his large hands over my thighs. "That's what I said."

  I'm not going to argue with the man. Instead, I slide up his body until I'm hovering over his mouth. He yanks me down and grazes his tongue along the seam of my pussy.

  I moan because it's just too fucking good to keep everything inside when it feels like this.

  When he sucks on my clit, I bow my back and tense my thighs. He breathes against my flesh, the sensation pulling even more to the surface. He groans and moans in concert with the noises issuing from my own body. I can't control the sounds I'm making because it feels too damn good to stop any of it.

  It doesn't take long for me to feel that shiver race over my spine. It's the same sensation I felt earlier when his fingers were inside me.

  I clench around his tongue as I feel the wave hit me with the force of a hurricane. I grab hold of the headboard, grinding down and onto his tongue, taking, using and making sure that he never forgets my taste.

  He has me on my back before I can wrap my brain around what's happening. My legs move involuntarily as I ride out the crest of pleasure. He urges them apart with his own and before my climax has quieted, he pushes me into another with his cock as he buries himself inside of me in one single solid thrust.

  I open my mouth to scream but there's nothing there. It's just air and then the scent of his skin surrounds me and I hear it. It's the sound of the hiss of my name as it comes off his lips.

  "I'm going to…oh God, I'm going to…" my voice trails as I spit out the words, breathlessly, like a chant.

  "Do it," his voice is a delicious combination of dark and rough. "Come again so I can fuck you the way I really want."

  The promise of that sends me straight into an orgasm more intense than the two – or is it three- that I've already had tonight. I beat his shoulders with my fists, angry at him for making me feel this good and pissed as hell that he can take me to this place so fast that it doesn't last forever.

  He slides his hand under my ass, dragging his palm along my skin until he raises my leg so my ankle rests on his shoulder. "I can't promise this won't hurt, Petal, but I need to be deeper. I want you to feel me for the next week."

  "I'll feel you forever," I say softly as I tug him closer so I can kiss his mouth. "Use me, Smith. Make me feel it all."

  He does. He fucks me hard, not once, but twice before I fall fast asleep again.

  Chapter 20

  Smith

  I left her in my bed. It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, but I need this job. I love this job, and I know when I'm on air today, I'm going to have the biggest fucking grin on my face, even when I'm interviewing the sorry shit who just wrote a tell-all about his time with one of the most influential women in Hollywood.

  You never sell out a woman you've fucked, dude. That's going to be my off the record advice for the douche.

  I even gave Arthur a pat on the shoulder today when he opened the car door and handed me a steaming hot cup of Roasting Point's premium blend. The look of confusion on his face said it all. I'm not the nicest guy first thing in the morning. We both know it.

  I plug my phone into my laptop as I settle in. The battery died sometime between my impromptu visit with Gramps and this morning. Normally, I'd be in full panic mode about the calls, emails and text messages I missed, but not today. Nothing on earth could have taken me away from Brynn last night.

  My phone lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree. I scroll through the text messages, all from the same person. Julian.

  Where the hell are you?

  You can't just drop a bombshell like that on me and then vanish.

  She's my sister, you asshole.

  Is she all right? Tell me she's all right.

  I type out a quick text in response even though I know he's fast asleep. The last text message he sent me is time stamped three hours ago.

  She's fine, Julian. I've got her.

  I drop my phone in my lap and take a long sip of coffee. I haven't felt this good in years, maybe ever.

  I jump when I hear the chime of my phone. I drop my gaze.

  You're in love with her, aren't you?

  Surprise, surprise. Brynn's brother is wide awake.

  I text back a response. It's short, sweet and sums everything in one word.

  Yes.

  Those three little dots jump on the screen as he types back a response. I don't give a shit if he has a problem with this or not. Brynn is all grown-up and what happened last night is just the beginning.

  It's about time you realized it.

  I laugh so hard that Arthur tips back his chin to look at me in the rear view mirror.

  What the fuck does that mean? I press send.

  "Is everything all right, sir?" Arthur asks, his eyes darting between the mirror and the road.

  "Couldn't be better." I toss him a wink.

  I was in the doorway of the kitchen that night. I saw her try to kiss you. I know it killed you inside not to.

  Who the fuck knew Julian was so stealthy? I don't think twice before I thumb out a response.

  I couldn't touch her back then. She was young and I didn't want you to beat the shit out of me.

  At least two minutes pass before my phone chimes again.

  She's an adult now but rest assured, if you hurt her, I'll beat the shit out of you now.

  I laugh again. I wasn't worried either way if Julian was good with this or not, but knowing he is, does bring a sigh of relief from within.

  I love you too.

  I
press send, slide my phone aside and open my email app on my laptop to read the notes Resa sent me thirty minutes ago. My day is about to begin and knowing that Brynn is tucked in my bed dreaming about everything we did last night makes me the happiest man on earth.

  ***

  "You met Mavis?" I reach across the table to scoop Brynn's hand into mine. "When did that happen?"

  She looks around the crowded café. It was her idea to meet here. I wanted to take her back to my bed, but she's got a meeting with a big shot developer and a contractor in an hour so I need to squeeze every second I can out of this coffee date.

  "I was leaving your place. She said hi in the corridor." She tugs her hand away and pats her purse. "Thank you for leaving me a key so I could lock up. I'll give it back to you now."

  I did leave her a key. I needed her to secure the deadbolt of my apartment door when she left. It's not that I don't trust every single soul who lives in my building. I do. I don't trust the people who wander in from the street.

  "I'd like you to keep it."

  Her hands stop just as she's pulling on the silver chain that the key to the rooftop deck is attached to. "You want me to keep it?"

  My eyes follow her movements as she tugs the remainder of the chain free. I see two keys now. One has to be my apartment key. I want it to stay there. I know it's early for that, but my heart is telling me this is it for me, so fuck conventional wisdom that says you don't give a key to a woman until you've dated for a few months.

  "Yes," I say quietly. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

  She exhales softly. "Is it too soon for that? I can't give you a key to my apartment because I have a roommate and most of the time she doesn’t have clothes on."

  I don't give a shit about that. There's only one woman I want to see naked and she's looking right at me. "We can hang out at my place and if you have a key it makes it easier. I leave for work in the middle of the night, Brynn. You can sleep in when you stay over and lock up like you did today.