The Crow Brothers: JET - TULSA - RIVERS - RIDGE

by Scott, S. L.

  “I do now.” I kiss her quickly this time. When our lips part, she takes my hand and leads me to her room. Despite the building anticipation, I feel I should let her in on the facts because this is not just one night of fun anymore. This is me purposely defying what I was warned not to do. “Laird will try to kick my ass.”

  She nods, glancing at our joined hands, and backs up. “He will.”

  Though I chuckle, I’ve never backed down from a fight. “I’ll have to kick his for trying.”

  She laughs. “You might be surprised. He’s got some fight in him.”

  I’m not worried about her brother, or her cousin, but I don’t like pissing off my brothers. “Jet will lecture me.”

  Releasing a deep exhale, she nods. “Johnny and Tommy probably won’t approve.”

  “Neither will Dex.”

  “What about Rivers?” I can tell she’s teasing by her raised eyebrow and tilted up lips.

  “I think he and Shane know more than they’re letting on. And Dave will just want the details.”

  “Whatever shall we do?”

  She couldn’t be cuter or sexier when she taps her lips with her fingertip like that. She’s going to be the death of me, and I’m willingly sacrificing myself at her altar. Playing along, I lift my shoulders and ask, “Fuck it all?”

  “Not giving a damn sounds like the only choice we have left. Want to not give a damn together?”

  “Thought you’d never ask.”

  As soon as we enter the room, she toes off her kicks and strips off tiny socks. Jumping onto the bed, she sprawls out before popping up to rest on her elbows. “Don’t get shy on me now, Crow. Come closer.”

  “Bossy pants.” I like the way her jeans hug her hips and that the short shirt she’s wearing is snagged on the edge of her bra, giving me a partial view of what’s under it.

  “You know it.” Scooting to the bottom of the mattress where I stand, she reaches for the button of my jeans. And I’m hard. Just like that—her words from earlier come to mind.

  The zipper slides down, and I’m freed from the confines of the jeans, which are promptly dragged to my thighs. “In a hurry?”

  “Actually, I am.” I love watching her enjoy herself. She’s not inhibited or uptight. She laughs freely and takes what she wants. “Why are you so hot?”

  I’m not sure how to answer her. My usual response is a joke about my parents and how the Crow bros are God’s gift, but I don’t want to use canned responses with her. I don’t want to use lines or hide behind a joke to protect myself from judgment. I’ll take a risk with her because with Nikki, I want to be me.

  Weaving my fingers into her hair, I lean down and kiss her on the mouth, simply because I can. I’m not wasting opportunities when it comes to her.

  When I release her, she moves lower again, and her hands slip under my shirt, lifting and kissing my stomach. She’s so close. So fucking close.

  “Hey?”

  She looks up with a sly smile in place. “Yes?”

  Not yeah. Yes. Fuck me, she’s going to do me in. “I know you hear it all the time, but I wanted to tell you I think you’re beautiful.”

  “It means more coming from you.” The smile changes, and a light pink colors her cheeks. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” I like this. I’m not itchy, and my chest isn’t tight. I’m at ease with her like we’re friends leaning into more—

  “Will you take off your shirt already?”

  Bossy. I laugh when the snaps are ripped apart, and the shirt is on the floor before she finishes asking. Reaching around me, she squeezes my ass for no other reason than because she wants to. The feel of the soft skin of her cheek is nice, and when I see her eyes on me, I tell her, “It turns me on when you take what you want.”

  “I want you, Tulsa. I do.” Her words are rushed, her fingers flexing on my stomach. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  “Good, because I want you so much. I want to see your body naked. Will you undress for me?”

  There’s that smile again. “For you, I’d do just about anything.”

  “Dangerous words.”

  “I’m willing to take the risk.” Her words mimic the ones I never said aloud. Fuck me. When she stands and takes off her clothes, slowly, teasingly, as if she’s the present I blew out my birthday candles wanting, wished on shooting stars for, and hoped to receive on endless 11:11s, I’m a goner. She’s taking a risk. On me. She thinks I’m worth it. And that does something I wasn’t expecting; it makes me want to be better. Be the kind of man she deserves. Someone she can’t live without.

  And then she puts her hand on my bare chest, right over my heart, and I know it’s no longer mine, but hers.

  16

  Tulsa

  “You’re a lot sweeter than you pretend to be, Tulsa Crow.”

  “How do I pretend to be, Nikki Faris?”

  “Easy.”

  “I think I’m pretty easy,” I say, gesturing to my naked body.

  Pressing her warm body against mine, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my chest. “You’re easygoing, but I don’t think you’re the man-whore you claim to be.”

  “There’s no mistaking it. I am. I’ll confess right now. I love women. I love their bodies, their faces, their soft places.” Wrapping one arm around her waist, I tuck her hair behind her ear with my hand. “But you’re making me think twice about my past.”

  “That doesn’t sound like someone who takes everything with a grain of salt.”

  I start to sway, wanting to do a little two-step with her. “No, I guess not.” Resting my head against hers, I add, “I love that you don’t even try to hide. Not your opinions, your body, and certainly not your needs. That’s what not only makes you beautiful but turns me on.”

  “So I feel.” She takes a hold of my erection and then uses my words against me. “Do you want to stand or lie on the bed?”

  I take a fine second to decide because there are pros to both options. “I’ll lie down.” Moving around her, I sit on the bed and then slide up. Two pillows prop me up, and I rest my hands behind my head. This is going to be one helluva view.

  Nikki’s body is killer. She has good reason to want to show it off. From her perfect tits to that . . . I tilt to the side to get a good look at her firm, round ass.

  Standing before me, she runs one of her hands from her stomach, between her tits, and back down. She doesn’t even notice I wish I was that hand. I fucking notice. So does my cock. “C’mere, darlin’.”

  With her hands on her hips, she says, “You’re not going to let me do this, are you?”

  “I’m lying here hard as a fucking rock, wanting to be inside you when you just want to tease me.”

  “I’m not teasing you, Tulsa.” She smirks, and it’s damn sexy on her. “I’m taking my time.”

  Laughing feels so good. This is what sex is to me, how it should be. Fun. Laughter. Pleasure for her, good for me. Enjoyment of each other.

  But here’s the bottom line: I want this woman. I want her sexy smirks and her smart aleck mouth. I want her short skirts and long legs. I want her red lips and blue eyes that remind me of summer skies. I want her.

  When she climbs onto the bed and sits right on my fucking cock—the tease—she laughs and wiggles. I’m pretty sure it’s just to torture me some more. I take one of her hands and kiss the five tips of her fingers. “You don’t have to do anything. Like I said, this isn’t a debt repayment situation. We can just lie here together and watch a movie, or listen to music, or order room service and get stuffed on burgers.”

  “I’m sitting on top of you while both of us are naked and you want to watch TV?”

  “No.” I give her wrist a little tug so her chest is against mine. The sound of her happiness fills the room. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her to me, feeling her smile against my chest. “But I wouldn’t mind holding you like this for a while.”

  Her legs straighten, and her body aligns with mine. The full
weight of her is resting on me, and I kiss her head. When we’re still, really still, I can feel her heartbeat on my stomach. I hold my breath just to concentrate on each comforting pulse while her nail doodles on my bicep. “If this is foreplay, I might fall asleep.”

  My arms tighten a bit more because she’s entrusting me to care for her. She just doesn’t realize how much I already do. And even if my erection is squeezed between us, I wouldn’t trade holding her just to get off.

  She lifts up after kissing me on the shoulder. Resting her chin on me, she says, “I’m not sure if you noticed, but there’s a situation.”

  “What?”

  “Something’s come between us.”

  “I think you mean something between us wants to come.”

  She pops me on the arm. “Tulsa Crow, do not ruin the moment with your lewd comments.”

  When I finish chuckling, I reply, “Sorry. Sorry. What situation were you talking about?”

  Pushing off me, she sits back up, straddling me again with her hot little pussy embracing my dick. “Fine. Whatever. I was talking about your cock, but you stole my joke.”

  Grinning like a crazy person, I sit up, get a good grip on her ass, and wiggle her just enough for both us to benefit. “Oh, baby, I do love when you talk about my cock. You know what I love more?”

  She rubs her temple against mine and then leans back enough to look me in the eyes. “What?”

  “This. Time with you. Seeing you smile. Hearing you laugh like you mean it.” When her eyes widen in surprise, I laugh. “Yeah. Yeah. I know. You expected me to say sex or something.”

  “But you didn’t. Instead, you said something sweet.” She pokes me in the side. “I think you just got us one step closer to that baby in the baby carriage.”

  “No baby talk.”

  She laughs again. “Back to your cock . . . lie back.”

  “Only because you asked so nicely.”

  “I didn’t ask.”

  “I know.” I lie back and watch as she slides down my legs, taking my blue underwear with her. Like a cat, her body stretches with her ass in the air. It’s a position I intend to fuck her in one day. Hopefully soon.

  Man, my dick needs some relief.

  She touches me there, and like a good cock, it reacts and twitches, basically peacocking for her. The show-off. I swear my dick is gravitating toward her mouth on its own.

  First, she dips her tongue out and then takes me between those pretty lips.

  When she slowly slides over my shaft, my eyes close, and I savor the sensation of her warm, wet mouth embracing me. Kissing the tip, she stays there. “Does that feel good?” The question is genuine, as if this stunningly beautiful woman could feel anything less than incredible.

  I slip my hand into her wavy hair, noticing she looks every bit the California dream girl. So gorgeous. “Everything about you feels good. Time with you, your body, your mouth on me.” Raising an eyebrow and the right side of my mouth along with it, I add, “Listening to you outplay everybody on that guitar and hearing you sing. Watching you smile and getting the honor of making you laugh. You are everything I want, baby. You feel good to me.”

  “You’re not supposed to be charming and sweet when I’m giving you a blowjob. That’s not how this works.”

  “Did I ruin the get down and dirty part of the night with my sweet intentions?”

  “Ruin? No. You can’t ruin this for me. I’m not simply attracted to your body, though I’ll give credit where it’s due; you have an incredible body.” Lying here, I happily let her appreciate me because if I turn her on, it’s a big turn-on for me. She runs her hands up my chest and down my abs before she takes me into her mouth again, this time unrelenting in her pursuit to make me come.

  I’m not going to last long. Just seeing her take me deep gets me to the finish line. When I hit the back of her throat twice, I cross over and let go.

  My girl doesn’t give up. She makes sure she’s gotten all of it before slowly releasing me and licking her lips. Fuck me. She makes me want to do things to her that are definitely not sweet or charming.

  And I can’t resist that. Despite her initial protests, I throw her onto her back and get my head between those sweet legs of hers and lick, suck, bite, and soothe until she’s a writhing mess on the bed, calling out my name, barely breathing in her orgasm. God, I want to see that every day. I’m hard again, but she’s spent. And the smile on her face? It’s peaceful. Sated. I did that to her. To my girl. She shakes her head and strokes my cheek with her hand. So soft. She’s so precious to me. How is that possible so quickly?

  Without talking—I think because we’re both so stunned—we clean up, then I bounce back into bed while she leans against the wall near the bathroom and pulls the toothbrush from her mouth. “I was wondering if you’d like to stay?”

  With her standing in tiny panties, I don’t fully hear what she says at first. Her bare breasts are very distracting too, but I realize what she’s asking when she adds, “If you want.”

  “Oh, I’m staying. I’m already comfortable.”

  She looks pleased as she resumes brushing her teeth and disappears into the bathroom again. After a few minutes, she comes out with her hair wound into a ball the size of a grapefruit on top of her head. It’s not her hair that holds my attention. It’s not even her fantastic tits. It’s her face.

  There’s not a bit of makeup on her. Thrown off guard, I speak without thinking. “I haven’t seen you without makeup before.”

  Her hands fly to her cheeks. “Do I look okay?” Okay? She must look in the mirror every day, so how can she even ask me that?

  “Okay? You look incredible. I thought you looked amazing before, but seeing you like this . . .” That damn tightening in my chest happens again. “I feel lucky to be here.”

  She sits on the bed next to me, sliding under the white sheet. “Why are you lucky, Tulsa?”

  I wrap my arm around her and hold her against me. Because you are bare with me. No pretenses. I’m the lucky bastard who gets to see the real Nikki. Fuck. Yes. I kiss her forehead and then say, “Because you chose me.”

  There’s no point in making a big deal out of it. I can see she’s embarrassed, and it’s late. So, I turn out the light and settle in for sleep. Her body against mine makes me wonder if we’ll get any sleep at all.

  The curtains are open just enough to spill some light across the bed. She finds my tattoos and runs her fingertips over them. “Three crows for three brothers.” I nod even though she can’t see me. Kissing my chest, she whispers, “Good night.”

  “Good night.” I want to say more, but I lock those words away with the emotions that want to surface with them.

  17

  Nikki

  Bang . . . bang . . . bang

  Not that kind.

  On the door.

  Startled from sleep, I jump before my mind catches up to what’s happening, landing on the floor when the banging begins again. I hear, “Nikki,” shouted from the other side of the wooden door. “Are you in there?”

  The room is pitch black, but I can hear Tulsa swearing on the bed above me. His feet hit my leg, and when he realizes he’s about to step on me, he swings at the last second, causing him to land beside me. “Fuck. Are you okay?” he asks, his hands roaming my body and then finding my breasts.

  Grabbing hold of his wandering hands, I whisper, “I’m okay, and so are my boobs. Now shh.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “My brother.”

  “Fuck.”

  “I have to answer.” I lift up to see the time on the alarm clock, 2:19 a.m. “I didn’t answer my phone last night.”

  “Because you were with me.”

  It’s coming together for him. I push off the carpet just as Laird knocks again. “Nikki!”

  Tulsa says, “He’s so fucking loud. Someone’s going to call security on him.”

  “I know.” Turning toward the door, I say, “Coming.” I grab the robe from the wardrobe and sw
ing it around me. “That’s why I need to answer. Security might find you. Hide on the other side of the bed.”

  “What? Fuck him. No way.”

  “Please,” I beg, picking up his clothes and shoes and tossing them so they’re hidden from view.

  “Nikki.” Tulsa’s tone is cautionary. “This is bullshit. You’re not a kid.”

  My brother calls my name again. I’m torn. I feel terrible for making Tulsa hide, but I don’t want to fight at this hour, and if Laird finds him here, there will most definitely be a fight. “Please.”

  “Fine. This one time.”

  While Tulsa hides between the bed and the window, I turn on a lamp, then dig out my weapon of choice and toss it on the bed before opening the door. “Laird, what are you doing here? I was sleeping.”

  Damn it. He’s drunk. The smile comes first, and then he takes me by the shoulders. “I was worried about you. You haven’t answered any of my texts.”

  “You don’t have to worry so damn much. It’s past two in the morning.”

  “We’re just getting back.”

  “From where?”

  He scopes out the room and then says, “A club. A party at some hotel nearby.”

  “I don’t need to hear more.” He reeks of alcohol and cheap perfume. “Did Shane make it back okay?”

  “Yeah, he went to bed.”

  “You should have done the same.”

  “I wanted to make sure you were safe.” He moves around me and opens the mini-fridge. “Do you have water? I need water.”

  “You need to go to your room and go to bed.”

  Stealing a bottle of water from me, he twists the cap and gulps most of it down before looking around the room. His gaze lands on the bed Tulsa and I were just in before I can shove him out the door. He walks to the other bed and falls face first onto the mattress. His head turns, his eyes barely open. The bottle tips over as he says, “I’m just gonna rest here a few minutes.”