Finally, we reach the bed, Fletcher cradling me as we fall, and then adjusting his weight so he doesn’t crush me. I writhe under him as we make out, each kiss exploring deeper regions of the other’s mouth.
I feel him through his jeans and am again stunned at how huge his penis actually is. Biggest I’ve ever seen in my life … and I’ve been places. Fletcher Nash has a giant cock, no bones about it.
God, it’s been months. Too many long months with nothing but my romance novels and vibrator. Even before we broke up, Yanis and I hadn’t been having regular sex. I should have known something was off, a Greek god like that brushing me off when I tried to fuck him.
How long had it been, exactly? Six months maybe? Eight? Shit, I was in even more of a dry spell than I’d thought.
It wasn’t in my plans to come on to Fletcher tonight. But he cooked this delicious meal, and the music, and he bought me flowers … and it was the third date.
Shit, I was such a girl. Falling for the easiest tricks in the book. But goddammit, I was too horny to care. And … I really wanted to know how he’d feel inside me.
“Ryan, wait, let’s slow down …” Even though he says it, Fletcher is still grinding his massive dick against my palm.
I ignore him, trying to free my hands where he’s attempting to pin them back against the bed.
“We don’t have to—”
“I’m a grown woman, Fletch. It’s been months since a man has given me a proper orgasm. I want one. From you. You haven’t had sex in five years. Are you really going to stop this?”
His eyes melt into molten blue pools. “That’s the second time you’ve snapped at me while we’re pressed together, and I have to say … it’s a big fucking turn on.”
“Great. Now put that to good use and screw me sideways,” I demand, so amped up on pheromones that I can’t see straight.
24
Ryan
Fletcher all but shreds the clothes from my body.
In fact, he might actually pop a button or two off the sundress I’m wearing. I borrowed it from Presley, but I’d pay her three times what it cost right now in exchange for Fletcher inside me. I think she’d understand.
“I didn’t get to look long enough, last time. My God, you’re fucking …” He trails off, biting down on the fist he shoves into his mouth.
Propping myself up on my elbows and bending a knee, I give him a sexier pose than me just sprawled on the comforter. I know I have a great body, one I work hard for and treat well. I’ve never been particularly self-conscious, and the fact that Fletcher wants to admire my naked curves … it turns me on more than it makes me want to hide.
“Well, this isn’t fair. Now you’ve seen me naked twice, and I haven’t ever gotten to glimpse that body.” I run a finger in the air and then let it drop to my stomach, where I trail it down to the top of my pelvis. It’s meant to tease him, but it’s also making heat lick up the backs of my thighs in anticipation.
Slowly, he pulls the T-shirt he’s wearing over his head, and I’m treated to a full view of the toned stomach I saw during his run. Not quite weightlifter ripped, Fletcher is fit in a normal way. He’s toned, with larger muscles in his lean arms from all the woodworking. The summer months have tanned his skin to a cognac gleam, and that trail of hair I know leads to a sizable cock has me wishing for friction between my legs.
His blue eyes never leave mine as he kicks his shoes off at the same time he unbuckles his belt. All the while I have to keep from putting my hand between my thighs and rubbing. I want him to do that, I’ve waited so long for him to do that.
With one seamless motion, Fletcher bends down, obscuring himself from view as I try to lift my head higher to see over the edge of his king bed. And then he’s back, his long, agile body completely bared to me.
He’s gorgeous, all tan skin and dark hair, with the lengthy build of a swimmer. Broad shoulders lead to his trim torso and to narrowed hips. His cock displays itself prominently, not even bobbing in the air, that’s how rigid with arousal it is.
I’m about to scoot off the bed and onto my knees, because lord was it an ego boost sucking him off, but Fletcher is too quick for me. In seconds, he’s pinning me beneath him, all over our parts lining up in delicious synchronicity.
“I’ve wanted you like this for a very long time,” he whispers, his eyes vulnerable.
I nod. “I’ve fantasized about you.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “I’d like to hear all of those, in vivid detail. But for now, I want to live up to them.”
His lips take mine in a haunting, slow perusal. The kiss is gentle but searing, heartfelt but dirty. I have a feeling that everything I assumed about Fletcher Nash in the bedroom is going to be severely shattered in the coming hours.
A callused palm brushes my right nipple, and I gasp into his mouth. He swallows it, never letting up on the kiss as his fingers trace the outline of my breast. Languid digits explore my breasts, hitting all the sensitive spots that make my nerve endings come alive. By the time Fletcher pulls away from my mouth, I’m practically suffocating on my need to come.
With just kisses, he’s done that.
His head dips to my left breast, and he plucks my nipple with his teeth. I can’t stop watching him as he explores my body; it’s like I’m participating, but I’m not. I’m a voyeur, getting turned on simply from the act of watching him turn me on.
After a few minutes, he picks his head up and looks me in the eyes.
“I’m not sure how long I’ll last. So, I’m going to make you come with my mouth first. Your taste on my tongue, that’s what I want to remember far after this is over.”
Those words alone have me dripping wet arousal onto the sheets.
With that, Fletcher’s face disappears between my legs, and in another instant, I’m throwing my head back into the mattress.
“Oh, fuck, yes …” I moan loudly, because it’s been too long since a man’s mouth was where I desperately need it to be.
I’ve always loved sex. Everything about it, from the dirty to the intimate. It’s natural for me to crave foreplay and intercourse all hours of the day. The fact that I wasn’t feeding that need, especially with Fletcher, is a damn shame. One we’ll have to make up for over and over again tonight.
Especially, since this man knows what he’s doing with this mouth. He licks up my center, his tongue flat and wide, until I’m oversensitive and writhing. My fists dig into the sheets, and I want to grip his hair and grind down onto his face, but I can’t seem to move my rubbery muscles. That’s when Fletcher blows lightly on my clit, and I nearly catapult to the ceiling. But he doesn’t let up, following that up with a nip of his teeth on the bundle of nerves, and immediately inserting one digit between my swollen lips.
“Gahhh …” The sounds I’m making aren’t even intelligible.
Fletcher pumps me, adding another finger as I begin to almost yell. I can feel it building, the orgasm swirling like a devastating tornado low inside my core. And when he scrapes his teeth against my clit once more, I’m swept up, flying through the air with no care as to how I land.
I’m coming in breathy shudders and am acutely aware that Fletcher sits back on his haunches to watch me unravel. His eyes could make me come again, that’s how predatory they are.
“I want you inside me.” The whisper comes out as the wracks from my orgasm begin to leave my body.
“Let me get a condom.” He’s about to hop out of the bed when I put a hand on his arm.
“You don’t need one.” The imperceptible shake of my head has his eyes going wide.
My statement says that I trust him. That I know he’s safe, and so am I.
With the hand on his arm, I pull him toward me, until we’re lined up exactly how we were made to be. He fits me, and I fit him.
“I haven’t done this in a long time …” Those blue eyes are already trying to apologize, and he isn’t even in me.
“I want to watch you come,” I say, giving him full consent
to focus only on himself when his cock enters me.
Fletcher took care of me. Now, I want to take care of him.
Slowly, he pushes inside. His cock is so big, it takes three tries of pulling out and rubbing the wetness around my lips to get enough lubrication for him to slide in. When he does, I have to suck in, because it’s a been a while and he’s the largest man I’ve ever slept with.
“Am I hurting you?” His eyebrows are pinched together in harsh concentration, and I can see the veins popping out on his neck.
He’s trying so hard to stay in control, so hard to not let his climax take over.
“In the best way possible.” I let out a breathy laugh as I wiggle my hips, adjusting until I’m comfortable.
Once he’s seated all the way to his balls, I pull his hips into me, showing him it’s okay.
“Fuck.” Fletcher drops his forehead to mine, scrunching his eyes closed. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
Nipping at his earlobe, I whisper into it. “Let go.”
And he does. In three long, hard, powerful strokes, Fletcher is growling and cursing the heavens as I feel him release inside me. His face is wild, pained, relieved … but most of all, free.
It’s a beautiful thing to watch, seeing someone with his control and restrictions be completely unconfined.
Fletcher collapses onto me, stroking my hair while he’s still lodged firmly inside me.
“Thank you,” he says, and I know it’s not in a cheesy way.
He means it. I helped him move past something that has been holding him back. And in a way, he has done the same for me.
Suddenly, I’m so tired, I can’t even stand. I must begin to doze, because I’m aware of Fletcher pulling the sheets over us.
Before I nod off, I wonder if it wouldn’t be so crazy if we decided to take care of each other, permanently.
25
Fletcher
“Get ready to give us your money, boys.”
Penelope rattles the chips in her hand, and Forrest rolls his eyes.
“You don’t even know how to play poker. I heard you asking Travis to help you google the rules before.” My brother can’t help but get competitive with his wife.
“It’s okay, I’m going to lose anyway. I have no idea how to play this.” Lily giggles. “I just came for the night off and the free lemonade.”
As usual, our poker night was alcohol-free. But something it included tonight that it didn’t normally? The Nash women.
And Ryan, of course. The two of us can’t stop eyeing each other across the table in Keaton’s basement.
“Don’t worry, Lil. I’m not that good, either.” Ryan pops a pretzel in her mouth, and I think about what she looks like when she comes.
It’s been two days since she left my apartment the morning after I cooked her dinner, and I can think of little else than my reintroduction to sex. Or, more accurately, who introduced me. If I had known Ryan Shea was going to be so downright fucking sexy in bed, I would have given up the whole celibacy schtick years ago.
Maybe I had known, and that’s why I avoided her for so long. Either way, I could barely contain myself from dragging her out of here over my shoulder to go another three rounds.
When Presley insisted on an all-family poker night, we guys had groaned about it. This was our thing, our time as brothers. We talked shit, didn’t have women nagging us, and could burp as much as we wanted.
But now that all four women were present, I was happy as a pig in shit. It gave me ample opportunity to make flirty eyes at Ryan.
I’ve never slept with another person in my bed while I was sober. In my heyday of drunkenness, I’d wake up on coffee tables, crammed into couches, in the back of a pickup truck that wasn’t mine. Sometimes there would be a girl under my arm, sometimes there would be a whole slew of people next to me. I’d never know what had happened the night before.
But when I woke up to Ryan in my bed, her warm, naked body there for me to wrap my arms around and pull in … it was one of the most indescribable feelings in the world. It hit me; maybe this is why my brothers are so gaga over their women. Because they get this every day. Just holding her was incredible enough, but then she’d stirred from her sleep and drowsily laid her lips on mine before straddling my hardening cock and riding me in a daze of dreams and sunrise.
Christ … I was getting a boner just thinking about it.
I cover my lap as Bowen and Presley finally take their seats around the table, snacks in hand.
“All right, we’re playing stud poker, which means everyone is dealt five cards, and will try to work out the best hand they can from those. We’ll go around, placing bets, until someone folds because they’re a little bitch who can’t stand the heat.” Forrest describes the game in a crude manner, and Bowen rolls his eyes.
“Or because they can’t count, like me.” I lighten the mood with a little self-deprecation, if nothing else than to make the women feel better.
“If you have a question, don’t ask it. Loser has to jump in the lake in Bloomfield Park, naked.” Forrest finishes his lightning round of rules with a hand wave and then begins to deal.
“No, they don’t!” Lily protests, looking to Bowen for backup.
“I’ll take your loss if you lose.” Ryan leans over and rubs a hand over Lily’s arms. “I could use the dip anyway. It’s humid as hell here.”
And now I was definitely going to lose the poker game because I couldn’t stop picturing Ryan’s perfect tits and round, smooth ass dripping with lake water.
Everyone gets their cards, and the looks being exchanged around the table are comical. My brothers are eyeing their wives up, and the girls are trying to throw these tough expressions out there like that will help them win the game.
“Gah, I fold.” Lily immediately puts her cards down. “Y’all know I’m not a good liar.”
“Babe! You didn’t even let me see your hand to know if you had a good one!” Bowen laughs but then gives his wife a kiss on the forehead.
“So, who is going to quit while they’re ahead? Or, just give me all your money. You know you want to,” Forrest taunts.
Keaton throws in a one-dollar chip, while Forrest and Bowen throw in fivers, and Presley and Penelope match them. I put in a twenty-five-dollar chip, feeling pretty confident about my full house, and when it comes around to Ryan, she throws in a black hundred-dollar coin.
We’re not really playing for that much money, but we use the chips that came with the poker set Keaton bought. The highest we’ll go is a ten-dollar bet, which is what she just threw in.
Bowen snickers. “You sure about that?”
Ryan shrugs. “I just like the color black.”
We go around again, placing bets and trying to pull off our best poker faces. At the end of the first hand, it’s down to Ryan, Forrest, and me, with a sizable pot in the middle of the table.
“Lay down your guns, Ry. You don’t want this to get ugly,” Forrest tells her.
She’s either got a hell of a hand or has no idea what she’s doing. Either way, if my twin is throwing out black chips the way he is, he must have some good cards.
“I’m out.” I fold my cards and throw them down, not really caring that I just lost my “money.”
“All right, I’m all in.” Forrest winks a cocky eye at Ryan.
Her jet-black hair moves slightly around her shoulders as she cocks her head to the side. It catches the light and shines like a dark diamond in my direction, and I’m momentarily distracted.
“I’ll go all in, too.” She nods, and I can’t tell if she’s playing right into his hands or playing him.
Forrest looks like someone peed in his Cheerios but flourishes his cards on the table. “Four of a kind. Now give me my money.”
He begins to reach toward the middle of the table, but a tsk of Ryan’s tongue has him pausing, and all of us looking toward her.
“Straight flush. I think I won, didn’t I?”
The words come out
of her mouth like she knew what she was doing this whole time and was playing us all with her dumb girl routine.
“She’s a goddamn hustler!” Forrest cries as Ryan rakes everyone’s chips across the table, smiling a devilish little grin.
Presley snickers. “Did I forget to mention that Ryan played in some pretty prominent amateur poker tournaments?”
Keaton raises an eyebrow at his wife. “Why yes, you did conveniently forget to mention that.”
“You’re a dirty little cheat.” The smile I give Ryan is so wide, I think I’m about to start cackling.
This woman continues to surprise me, in the best ways possible. Smart as a whip, sexy as hell, a knockout in bed, and she knows how to run a poker table? Should I just get down on one knee now?
“The biggest mistake is underestimating one’s opponent on the table. If you don’t know what they’re capable of, how can you ever see them coming?” She winks at me, and I want to pin her hands above her head and torture her slowly with my mouth.
“So, who has to skinny dip in the lake now that Ms. Poker over here has shown her true ability?” Presley folds her arms across her chest, eyeing Keaton up like he’s her next meal.
He holds his hands up. “You know I only get undressed for you, babe.”
We all crack up, because it’s so unlike my big brother to say something like that.
She’s right, though. In the sense that, if you didn’t know what a person was capable of, you’d never see them coming until they hit you full force. Kind of like she had with me. I hadn’t bothered to know Ryan Shea, because I was too damned scared and selfish focusing on my own struggle.
But the minute I opened myself up to the idea of her, she slammed into me like a freight train. And now I couldn’t escape the way everything about her was slowly taking over my brain.
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