“You gonna leave me all worked up like this baby?” Sloan enjoyed the way her eyes dilated when she was aroused. Yeah, she felt the rock hard part of him against her belly.
“Let’s tackle Sam and then…I’ll take care of you…Real good care.” With the final breathy order, she grabbed his cock and palmed the length through his jeans. His dick jerked in response.
“Sex first?”
“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, thrice and more shame on me. Every time I bring up Sam you distract me with sex. You’ll not be making first or second base this time.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “But you can have a homerun if you cooperate.” She gave one long slow stroke to his dick and dropped her hand.
He let out a hiss to gain control of his body and stepped toward his room. Briar linked her hand in his and padded down the hallway by his side.
He led her into his master bedroom and dropped her hand. Briar sat on the edge of the bed as he went to retrieve Sam’s box. “You are good at blackmailing.”
“Women’s prerogative.”
Sloan ignored the pang of grief within his chest and fought the overwhelming guilt that came with outliving a sibling who never had a chance to have a family or a future. He understood Briar’s need for him to move forward. However, telling her his most personal hell didn’t mean she got to take charge and fix him. A man was entitled to his own grief.
“I love you Sloan Guiterrez. I fell in love with you the moment our eyes connected. We can hardly name our son or daughter after their heroic uncle if you can’t see past your hurt and guilt to tell our namesake why your brother was so special.” Strong with a hint of vulnerable, she put him on notice and shocked the shit out of him.
“You’re, we’re, having a baby?”
“Yes. Didn’t I just say so?” He caught the twinkle in her eye as she slid off the bed to meet him, the box resting between them.
“This is why you’ve pushed this so hard.” As he spoke the words, she nodded in confirmation.
“Now that I have your total attention…” She pointed to the box. “This isn’t going to unpack itself and I promised you a homer.”
“I want more than one. I want a lifetime of them with the woman I’ve loved since first glance.” Raw emotion constricted his vocal cords. Instead of answering right off, she bent down, he followed suit and helped her move Sam’s memories to the living room where empty shelves lining the walls waited for them.
His eyes fell on familiar objects as he opened the lid. The encased in glass baseball with his signature, a gift to his brother when Sloan had made his first Major League Baseball team. Pictures of them with their father in their seats, Sam’s Shadow Box. Briar leaned forward and kissed his lips. She lifted the flag from his hands and carried it to the wall to hang in remembrance. He hung the family pictures on the rungs like she’d shown him at her place. When he was finished, he placed the glass encased baseball on the mantle. Pictures of him smiling with his brother still hurt to see.
“One day this won’t hurt so badly. I promise you.” Briar locked gaze with him from across the room. He hadn’t said a word out loud. How was it that she read him so well in a short period of time? As he carried the empty carton to the trash compactor, he thanked God he wasn’t alone for this.
The transformation of the room surprised him. In the few minutes he’d left, Briar added a few finishing touches. He leaned back against the door frame with his arms crossed, still processing becoming a father. The thought of new life promised a balm for the constant sting of the one taken before his time.
“Why?”
“You know what they say about laughter soothing the soul. You are a strong man who keeps a constant game face on. You let that face falter once and let me in to see all of you, for a fraction of a second during our walk after seeing the Kansas City Ballet. I fell for you harder then. The room is complete now. I’m so proud of you Mr. Guiterrez.” Briar licked her bottom lip and whipped her shirt over her head. Sloan groaned low watching her sexy striptease. Her flirty skirt came next, landing in a pool on the floor. Breasts he ached to lick played peek-a-boo behind the lacy bra barely covering them. “You gonna stand there and stare big boy?”
Sloan pushed off the wall and countered her every step.
“Teasing me woman?”
“A little tease never hurt no one?”
“Such a smart mouth, what am I going to do with you?” They found each other on opposite sides of the couch. “Come here.” He unbuckled his jeans and sat on the middle cushion. Briar complied, straddling his hips, her heat searing his dick through the fabric. She elicited a moan as his cock jerked in response. Sloan flicked the hooks of her bra with one hand and buried his face between her firm globes. Her skin scented with the intoxicating perfume she wore.
“I need you in me now.” Deft hands freed his dick from the confines of his pants.
Sloan gripped the side of her lace panties and ripped the seam in half. She let out a shocked gasp, causing him to chuckle. When she impaled herself on him, the same chuckle became a hiss as wet heat encased him. Sloan flicked his tongue over her distended nipples, giving each equal attention. One hand rose and fell with her slow ride. Vaginal muscles clenched around him, retreated and grasped him once more.
“Cariña.” She’d be the death of him, torturing him as she was. He traced her skin with kisses, beginning with the valley between her breasts, his fingers grazing her sides as she rode him hard but slow. His dick threatening to blow, but he staved off the inevitable, concentrating on tracing a path down between their bodies. Briar placed her hands on his thighs and leaned back. He pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed the bundle of nerves, his gaze never straying from her expressive face as she neared climax.
“Sloan.” The sweet husk of his name fell from her lips seconds before tremors rippled her channel walls. He pinched and rolled her clit between his thumb and finger and felt her pussy quicken against him. Briar’s once smooth gyrations turned jerky, as if she backed off from the over stimulation.
“Come back here baby.” Sloan licked his thumb and took Briar’s hand pulling her forward. He pressed his fingers drenched in her juices to her mouth, a short growl leaving his lips as her soft lips enclosed around his digits sucking them clean. Hell, I can’t take much more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his, waging a war of control. Sloan thrust his tongue into her sweet orifice and grasped the globes of her ass, bringing her on and off his cock, giving her a reminder of who she was dealing with. She acquiesced holding tight, hitched breathing escaping her when their kisses broke off.
“That’s it cariña, let go, come for me.” The dam broke, flooding him with her essence. Convulsing muscles held him in a gridlock grip continually squeezing. He plunged and withdrew fighting the constriction seizing his dick. “Ride me now. Hard and fast.” Slapping her ass spurred her to move, his hands guiding her pace, bringing her off his dick and over the crown of his cock and down the shaft. Her quickened shallow thrusts brought him to the edge. He bit down on the cord of her neck and slammed up, ropes of his seed shooting into her womb.
“Have I told you how much I enjoy your homeruns?” Briar rose off his cock and sucked him down her throat. His cock jerked. He held her hair guiding her mouth over him, eyes closed enjoying the sensation.
Briar worked him to full arousal with her talented mouth, swallowing him whole. Moans vibrated against his shaft as she breathed. Fuck, I’m about to blow. She knew it, preyed on his lack of control when she was at the helm. He fisted her hair tighter, fucking her pretty mouth hard and fast. His balls drew tight as she toyed with them in her hands, rolling them, her fingers tight at the base of his dick. Sloan came in blinding intensity. He released the hold on her head and moved to push her away. Briar halted him, pulling off only after she’d ingested every seed spilled from his dick.
“We have now blessed every room in this penthouse.” She rose from her knees and slid up his body. He caressed her ski
n. “Already? We need a new place. A vacation house for the family.”
“I love the way you think.” Briar rubbed her cheek against his. “A large one with a lot of room, in case we have more children. Maybe a carriage house or small cabin for extra make out spots.”
“Sounds good, we’ll need space as we grow old together.” Sloan wrapped his arms around her. Their paths crossed in an unlikely place for people to meet and they managed to have a healthy relationship. He thanked God for the night he entered the pub and found woman of his dreams.
*THE END*
About The Author
Being smart and sassy with a great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid reader of books, she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into the worlds authors created. One day she vowed to herself she'd be one of them. Then family life came, and college right after. Swayed from her childhood course of action, it took many years for her to get back to that place she held dear as a child. Now she is running full steam ahead to keep up with the many ideas flowing freely. She plans on taking her work to higher levels and expanding her genres. Her main focus is giving her readers variety. Her works in progress include paranormal, fantasy and mainstream romance. Taking characters and watching them grow past what she’s imagined is her true passion.
www.mahalialevey.com
Other Books Available at SCP
Cherry Flavored Sex
Inscribed Love
Soulbound
Rhapsody (Hot Flash)
All Bets Are Off
Shut Up and Kiss Me
Secret Cravings Publishing
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