“Who?” Starting his car, Sloan reached over and started the GPS designed to only take him to his parking garage.
“The girls.” Briar watched his screen bleep. “Taking me to a secret location?”
Sloan laughed. “Something like that.”
“What we’re doing is legal right?”
“Very as long as you’re not under age.” He put her odd question to the back of his mind. His place housed nothing but unopened boxes. The only thing he had out was his king size sleigh bed. “What do you do for a living?”
“I own an art gallery. Local talents show their pieces, I sell them or auction them.” Briar folded her hands in her lap and closed her eyes.
“I don’t know much about art but sounds like you have your dream job. Nothing can beat loving what you do for a living.” His attraction to her rose to staggering proportion in such a short time span.
For years his preference for mocha skin, beat out all other shades, he loved the way African American women tasted, smelled, looked. From hazel to dark brown eyes and flared hips, he couldn’t get enough. Big breasts or small enough to fit in his hands, made no difference, but he bet this beauty would fit him well. Nice rounded hips, natural hair or extensions didn’t matter, he enjoyed the total package. He felt like a school boy virgin waiting for his first good fuck.
He appreciated the silence, and her closed eyes gave him the opportunity to sneak glances while she relaxed. He paid particular attention to her full lush lips, parted in slumber, how she tasted of ripe berries. Sloan held the wheel with one hand and adjusted himself to ease the constricting fabric cutting off his circulation. Picturing how her hips swayed when she walked away from him in the pub didn’t help his situation.
The parking garage came into view. He checked for other traffic, then swung his car into the entrance, heading up the ramp. Once he found his spot, he turned off the ignition and unbuckled his seatbelt. Briar was still sleeping. Smiling, he leaned over pressing a soft kiss to her parted lips. “Wake up, sleeping beauty,” he spoke into her ear.
“Hmm?” Her eyelids fluttered open.
He watched her focus on him. A look of vulnerability passed through so fleeting, he would’ve missed it had he not been so close. Had he misread skittish for a deeper emotion? Whatever had happened wasn’t his business unless she let him in. Tonight he’d show her a good time, put her at ease and take the vulnerability away. He opened his door, exited and walked with purpose to the passenger side. Using the manners drilled into him, he unlocked her door. “Need help?” He offered his hand.
Briar unbuckled her belt and put her soft hand in his. He could only imagine the rest of her body was just as soft.
“So, this is the secret entrance to the lair?” She climbed out and stretched, taking notice of her surroundings.
“You’re about to see for yourself.” Sloan winked at her.
“Smug are we?”
Hell yeah, I’m smug who wouldn’t be with a gem like her on his arm. Damn, she’s too cute teasing me.
“Scared?”
“No. Just nervous.”
He guided her to the elevator with a hand on her elbow, then drew her into his side. “No reason to be.” He slid his key in the secured slot and flipped it sideways. The doors opened. Sloan ushered her inside the tiny box, using the chance to touch her back as an advantage to skate his hand over the small of her back.
“What floor?” Briar asked.
“Penthouse.” Sloan molded his palm over the globes of her ass. He heard her moan and suppressed a smile, glad to know her nervousness hadn’t killed the attraction.
“Very nice. Do you always pick up women you don’t know?” She pressed her ass into his grip, playing into his hands, sliding her body against him for more physical contact.
Sloan appreciated how easily she responded to his touch. He stopped caressing her ass, a low chuckle leaving his lips. “If I said yes, I’d be a dick. If I said no…you’d call me a liar, so let’s go with somewhere in between. I value my privacy. I enjoy women, and right now, I plan to taste every inch of your body.”
“Right now?” She squeaked, looking up. He kissed the nape of her neck. The camera bolted to the ceiling of the elevator blipped as it pointed at them. “You value privacy, remember?”
The elevator bay doors opened up and his living room came into view. “Welcome to my home.” He clasped his hand with hers, linking their fingers together to give her the grand tour in record time.
“Your home is bigger than my gallery.” Her laughter held a hint of nerves making the lilt change. “Why is everything still in boxes?”
“I just transferred—flew in today. Now…there’s the dining room, the unstocked wet bar, kitchen.” He walked her around stacked boxes drawing her down the hallway. He pushed his bedroom door open.
“I’m impressed, but I’d be just as impressed if you had a hovel.” She let go of his hand when they entered his room. “Your décor is very masculine.”
“Did you expect feminine?” Sloan tapped her on the ass, copping a feel of her little jiggle as he stepped in after her, kicking the door shut behind him. He gave her a wolfish grin and began unbuttoning his shirt with slow, deft movements. Once unbuttoned, the shirt open, he studied her with the intensity of a hawk studying its’ prey. Her eyes drank in his physique. “Why don’t we make you more comfortable?”
“Do you want me to strip for you?” Briar bit her bottom lip and jostled from foot to foot.
“Baby, I plan on peeling your clothes off layer by layer.” He honed in on the sudden intake of her breath and pressed the subject. “Tell me, do you like what you see?” Years of working hard on and off the field gave him a sculpted body he wasn’t ashamed of.
“Yes.” Briar swallowed hard. He took in the trembling of her fingers pressed to her lips.
“What about me do you like?” He advanced on her.
“Your arms are huge, abs are lickable, pecs are bunched.” Eyes widened, she gravitated forward as if to touch him, but stopped just shy, a low soft moan left her lips.
Sloan slid his hand up her silk shirt and removed the suspenders that rested on either side of her bountiful globes. Button by button, the fabric slipped aside to reveal the sexiest lavender and black lace bra known to man. Her breasts were pushed up, precariously close to spilling out. He cupped his hands around each one and groaned. “God, you’re beautiful.” His cock throbbed hot, expanded, pulsated behind his button-fly jeans. Her nipples hardened under his palm. “They fit perfectly in my hands.” He bent his head and flicked his tongue over her skin along the edge of the material, then pursed his lips and blew a stream of air.
“Don’t stop.”
“Oh, I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.” He dipped a hand into her trousers. The button gave quickly, the soft fabric teased his fingertips, sliding down her legs. He moved his attention from her breasts to lift her long legs, admiring her shoes. “Damn, perfect hips. I’m a hip and ass man.” He chuckled, letting his palms roam over her ass, marveling how perfectly the halves filled them. His mind boggled as his gaze fell on her lavender thong. Just one rip and he’d have her bare skin.
Briar sighed. “Ass and hips? I thought you were a breast man.”
“Hmm, definitely ass and hips.” He picked her up. “Wrap those long legs around me.”
“Where are you takin’ me?”
“On a hard, fast trip,” he said with a growl in her ear.
“Fast? Not too fast, I hope.” Briar sighed again when he lowered her onto his large bed.
“I’m a heavy hitter, not a minute man…” He reached over to his nightstand and took out a foil package. “Hungry?” He took his sweet time to disrobe while watching her expression change from curiosity to ravenous. He unfastened each button, no boxer briefs lay beneath his jeans, just sprigs of coarse hair and his rock hard cock.
“Starved,” she replied in earnest.
Sloan adjusted his cock before kicking off his jeans. He tossed his
shirt onto the chair next to his bed and moved between her legs. “So much bounty here.” He ran his hands up her legs, reveling in the thickness of her thighs. “I bet your pussy lips are a sexy dark pink.” He nipped his way up her thigh, pausing at the apex of her pussy to press a long slow lick. Wet heat met his tongue. Groaning, he fingered the seam of her thong, and slid inside, ripping the thin barrier apart, bearing her wet core. Fat pussy lips lay beneath with an engorged clit peeking out from her plump folds. He parted her with his tongue and speared her sex.
“Sloan!” Briar slammed her sex into his face.
“Eager, are we?” He locked his biceps around her thighs and dug in. The sweet scent of her cream covered his face. Like a starved man, he teased and sucked on her clit. Her core contracted around his tongue, legs tensed. He sucked every drop as she screamed. Her tight pussy tasted good as his tongue continued to lick her pulsating sheath. He moved his arms from her thighs, slapped her clit, and watched pleasure spike across her body. “Come for me, again.” He wasn’t even buried in her yet, and she writhed for him.
“I can’t,” Briar mumbled, yet her hands gripped his sheets as her hips rolled to press her sex closer to his mouth.
“That’s a good girl,” he coaxed giving her what she needed. He stuffed his fingers in her, pounding her pussy while licking her cream. He waited to feel her climax roll through her and across his tongue.
“Ohh,” Bri keened.
Sloan felt her tense under his assault as if to staunch off her climax before she gave in.
“Let it flow, Briar.” Devouring every drop like a mad man, he then rose up on his knees. Never before had he seen such a beautiful expression. Damn. He stroked his hard cock, lubing the throbbing muscle with his pre-cum. He put a foil package between his teeth and ripped the corner. The condom fell into his hand. As she came down from her climax, he rolled the latex on, and ensured it didn’t pinch.
“It’s been awhile.” She sat up, reaching for his turgid length.
“Not a problem.” Sloan appreciated that she hadn’t had a lover in a long time, spoke spades about her character. No matter her reasons for being at the pub, his pride swelled in being the one to bring her out of her lonesomeness. Mushy emotions aside, he leaned over and captured her lips. He demanded entrance with his tongue. Not to be denied, he sucked in her sweet moans, swallowing her heady scent. With her legs spread, he pressed her into the bedding. His cock poised at the juncture of her thighs rested on her labia. Even through the thin latex barrier, the heat of her sex scorched him.
“Now!” Briar reached her hand between them and grasped his girth, bringing his tip at her entrance. She lifted her hips.
Sloan tangled his hand in her hair and garnered her attention by dragging his teeth against her bottom lip. When she looked up at him, he slid into her tight channel. Home greeted him—drawing him into an abyss of endless pleasure. He stroked sure and slow. Buried deep within her was the closest to heaven that he’d ever come. Pain seized him when she dug her manicured nails into his back, raking them across his skin. His breath came out in swishes of air while sensation rocked through him. The welcoming sting enticed him to change his pattern as he nipped her neck in retaliation. Tenderness departed and the need to mark, possess took its place.
When she screamed and clung to him, he hastened. The slap of skin striking skin filled his ears, melted away when her sweet sobs of satisfaction took its place. Guttural sounds erupted from his throat. Sloan paid homage to her breasts, tweaking, teasing her nipples, his cock still stroking her drenched channel.
“I can feel you’re close, again.” He slapped her nipple and wished he had clamps to put on them. Her juices encased him and ran down his balls, eliciting a groan from him. His own pleasure increased. Driven to give her the utmost enjoyment, he pushed his need to explode back and tuned into her body’s demands.
His lust for Briar turned into a need to give her more than any lover she’d had before. He wanted to be the one who pleased her on more than the physical side. Drenched with sweat, he kept giving, stroking, surging within her to the point his vision blurred. She felt so good wrapped around him.
His biceps strained and he forced himself to concentrate on anything besides the mewls of pleasure escaping her luscious mouth. “Now!” he commanded and locked his gaze on her.
“Fuck me, I’m coming!” Briar screamed and jerked beneath him, flooding him with her thick cream.
The feel of her pussy contracting around his cock stole his restraint. He pummeled her hard, drawing out her last moments of release, his own milked into the reservoir. Tension riddled him. He froze above her. The sight that greeted him melted his hard-won discipline to avoid attachments. Tears fell from her eyes. Confused, he swiped them away thinking he’d hurt her. “Briar?” He braced himself up without placing his full weight on her and wiped the salty tears from her face with his thumb. He trailed a finger tenderly down the side of her face.
“I’m sorry. I—this crying isn’t normal for me.”
He eased out of her, realizing he’d have loved staying within her for hours more. “How do you feel?” He plucked the condom off and tossed it into the trashcan by the bed. Worried, he lay down next to her, a protective air engulfed him. Pulling her half over his chest, he rubbed her back in a soothing manner.
“I haven’t felt this good in a long time. I’ve had cobwebs in my vagina for months. I don’t know why the water works came, must’ve had a lot of pent up passion to release.” She blew out a steadying breath.
“As long as I didn’t hurt you.” He toyed with her hair, tenderly rubbing her scalp as if he’d made the gesture a thousand times. Like comforting her was the most natural thing to do following the best sex he’d ever had.
When her body stopped trembling, he realized her slight hitch of breath evened out to a light rhythm. He rolled her to the side long enough to pull his coverlet up. Time stood still while he studied her sleeping form. Finally looking at the clock, it showed the early hours of the morning. Only when he relaxed and found himself unable prevent the yawn coming from his mouth, did he give into the need to sleep. Wanting to take care of her for the night, he pulled her back against his chest and tucked the cover around them.
Chapter Four
Briar woke up and extricated herself from under Sloan’s body. Damn, the man had the goods all right. She slipped off the bed quiet as a mouse and grabbed her purse. On tiptoes she went in search of his facilities. Inside the bathroom, she closed the door softly behind her. After she finished relieving her demanding bladder, she retrieved her phone from her bag. “Call Suzanne.” She gave the voice command a second time when her phone didn’t respond.
“Calling Suzanne.” An automated voice obeyed. On the third ring her friend picked up.
“Suz.”
“Hey, we’ve been waiting for you to call!” Suzanne piped over the phone. “Where are you?”
“I was occupied,” Briar whispered into the phone. “He has me in some bat cave, lair thingy. I’m such a slut, Suz. He did things to me Westly never did. Makes me wonder how I sold myself so short. I thought he was an escort at first. That ya’ll bought him for me. He’s so freaking gorgeous and all. Suz, the things he did to my body have to be outlawed in fifty of the fifty-two states.”
“What? That’s so funny. We hadn’t even thought to do that. Can’t wait to hear the dish on this. Good for you for having a good time.”
“How do we get me out of here?” Briar asked. “I broke down and cried afterwards, it was so damn embarrassing,” she admitted.
“Damn! You cried?” Suzanne sounded astonished.
“Yeah, let’s not broadcast my psychotic breakdown after mind blowing sex.” Briar hushed her tone upon hearing movement. A knock on the bathroom door interrupted her next thought.
“You okay in there?” Sloan asked with an edge of sleep in his tone. She liked the tenor of his morning voice. Sexy.
“Fine, using the facilities…so to speak.” She paused,
then put the phone to her ear. “Suz, how do I get home?”
“You need to have some morning nookie first, and then have lover boy drop you off.”
Suzanne hung up with Briar still huddled over the toilet. After picking up her jaw, she righted herself and turned on the faucet to wash her hands and face. The easy, no care in the world woman was gone. When she emerged from the bathroom, she tried to avoid meeting Sloan’s gaze. God, he was sexy. “I have to work in a bit.” She bit her lip, questioning why he didn’t feel as awkward as she did.
Sloan slid his arms around Briar and kissed her neck. “Let me toss on some sweats and then I’ll run you home.”
“Sounds good.” She ducked any more physical contact and picked up her articles of clothing. Lost in her own thoughts, she dressed in under two minutes. Her hair couldn’t be helped, she smoothed down the tangled mess and dug into her handbag for a clip. Finding one proved tedious. “Ahh.” She closed her fingers around a rubber band, pulled it out and worked the thick mess into a halfway passable ponytail.
Sloan approached with a T-shirt and sweats on. He wore basic clothing well, sexy and lethal with an animal like prowl. God she’d read too many books.
Did he know his appeal? How hot he turned her on in mere seconds? She tamped down her physical yearn and smiled. “I’m ready.”
“I have a conference in two hours. Why don’t I call you when I’m done to take you for a late lunch?”
He walked with her into the elevator and pressed the garage button.
“Okay, but only if you’re sure. I don’t want you to feel obligated to take me out or anything.”
“Care to explain that, Briar?” Sloan hit the stop elevator button.
The jolt of the brakes slowing them to a stop threw Briar off balance so hard she fell right into his arms. “I—ahh we had fun last night let’s…leave things without complications.” She pressed the garage button to get the box moving again.
“Think about lunch at least. Last night was amazing so nothing says we can’t continue.”
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