Skirt Steak: Grade-A Beefcakes Series - Book 5

by Vanessa Vale

  I’d make her forget about him, make her forget her own fucking name. I had the rest of my life to show Julia Duke just how perfect she was. She was hot, responsive and my dick would never get enough of her.

  I’d show her, starting right now. I carried her through Bennett’s house and to his bedroom. Dropped her onto the unmade bed. The sheets were twisted, in disarray, and I had to wonder what Bennett had done with her while I’d had my head up my ass.

  Sprawled on the bed, hair a wild tangle, her cheeks flushed and her teeth biting into that plump lower lip made my dick throb.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bennett lean against the wall, content to watch. At least, for now. Grabbing an ankle, I took off one shoe, let it fall to the floor, then the other. Her socks went next. God bless yoga pants, because I tucked my fingers into the waistband and tugged them down—along with her panties—and off her gorgeous legs in two seconds.

  She gasped when I pulled her to the edge of the bed, dropped to the floor and put her legs over my shoulders.

  She looked down her body at me as I brushed a finger over her pink center, over the little bare spot where I’d written my name. While the black letters were a little faded, they were very clear. This pussy was mine and I’d never forget it again.

  “Groveling is best done on my knees.”

  Heat flared in her eyes and she dropped her head back onto the bed, closed her eyes. “Oh no, baby. Up on your elbows. You need to watch me grovel.”

  When she didn’t do as I wanted, I moved my hand away.

  Only then did her head pop up and she pushed up to practically growl at me. “Cash.”

  I grinned, then lowered my head. “Watch.”

  Then I feasted on her, licked her from her entrance up to her clit and back. Her thighs tightened about my head and I did it again. And again, watching her as she gave over to the pleasure. I felt wicked pride that I could do this to her, get her to cream all over my lips, coat my beard. To get her to pant and writhe, moan. I slid one finger into her tight sheath, found the spot that had her hips bucking, then made her scream.

  Only then did she flop back onto the bed. I stood, shucked my clothes, then sat down on the bed beside her. Easily, I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her. There was no question she tasted her sweetness, could feel how she’d all but soaked my beard with her juices.

  “More,” she breathed, working her shirt up and over her head. She wanted to get naked, I wasn’t going to stop her.

  Bennett had been passive, until now. I had no idea when he’d taken off his clothes, but his dick bobbed toward our girl as he undid the back hook of her bra.

  I spun her about, faced her away from me and spread my knees wide. Since she was straddling me, her legs parted as well. While I wanted to watch her tits bounce as she used me to fuck herself, it was time she took both of us at the same time. Bennett’s dick was right there for her to suck. All he had to do was step forward.

  She glanced over her shoulder at me, shifting her hips to try to back up and climb onto my dick.

  “Condom first, baby.”

  “Angel, do you want Cash to fuck you bare, too?”

  I stilled and looked up at Bennett. Bare?

  “You fucked her bare?” Pre-cum seeped from my dick and it smeared across her lower back.

  She was still looking at me with those green eyes. Desire and something I didn’t deserve—love—was aimed right at me. “Please, Cash.”

  “I need to tell you things first.”

  “Now?” she asked, putting her hands on my knees for balance, then shifted, taking me in part way. “Fuck first, talk later.”

  “Shit,” I growled, then put my hands on her hips and helped her get positioned over me right to take me all the way. I wanted to tell her everything, to not have anything between us, but there was no fucking way I’d lift her off me now.

  When she sat on my thighs once again, this time my dick filling her up all the way, she moaned. I groaned and my balls drew up tight. I wasn’t going to last.

  I’d never fucked anyone raw before. Never gone without a condom. Until now. She was hot, tight and wet, the feel so much more intense. I’d probably cry if I had to put latex on ever again.

  Bennett stepped close, stroked her hair. She looked up at him, then at his dick. With one hand, she gripped his hip, all but pulling him in so she could lick his crown like a fucking ice cream cone.

  My hips bucked just watching. She gasped and Bennett took the opportunity to slide a little deeper into her mouth. He groaned, tangled his fingers in her hair.

  Lifting and lowering her carefully, I fucked her as she sucked Bennett off. She had to come again. Once wasn’t enough. I easily found her clit, carefully worked it until she creamed all over me. Milked my dick of my cum.

  Bennett stepped back as she cried out her pleasure, probably not wanting to either choke her as she came or get his dick bit.

  When her peak eased, she grasped him again, took him almost voraciously. It was too much. She was too much.

  No man could hold back from that kind of pleasurable torture. I came hard, filling her, marking her as mine. I gripped her hips and never wanted to let go, never wanted to come out of her.

  I could live inside her pussy for the rest of my life.

  BENNETT

  * * *

  I’d thought Cash had told her everything while I’d been in my meeting. But when he’d said, mid-fuck, that he had to tell Julia some things, I knew instantly he hadn’t. Yet. I couldn’t blame him for forgetting about it. He’d had a hot, naked, eager woman on his lap. Not just any woman, our woman.

  While Cash doubted Julia’s ability to get past his arrest for rape, I believed in her. Knew she’d see it for what it was: a scorned, crazy woman wanting revenge. Hell, I’d believed in Cash from the very beginning of the fucked up mess Kelly had shoveled onto him. He’d done nothing wrong, but it had taken time and annoyance for the charges to be dropped. But the taint of the accusations lingered among friends and colleagues. His repair work had tapered off and he’d been left reeling. Pissed. Doubtful.

  He was innocent. Julia would see that. She trusted him—she was filled with his bare dick—and she’d trust him in this, too.

  But the fucker Frank Marsden might have put me and Cash behind bars for murder. My client turned out to be the guy who had hurt Julia. Not physically. He might be a total dick, but it quickly became obvious he was the type to verbally harm a woman to feel better about himself.

  A guy who couldn’t get Julia hot? The woman who had just swallowed my cum and then licked her lips? Whose pussy was full of my best friend’s dick? Who had the pink glow of a well-fucked, well-pleasured woman?

  Yeah, Marsden must have a little dick like Julia had said.

  That didn’t excuse him for being an asshole, for making Julia have one second of self-doubt. She was sexy, passionate and as fiery as her red hair. We’d never let her doubt that. Ever.

  That was why I’d helped her up off of Cash’s lap, carried her to the shower. Washed her body myself, watched her nipples harden as I soaped them up with my palms. And lower, I got hard again washing Cash’s cum as it slipped from her. Knowing mine was in her belly…

  Fuck, I needed to come again.

  When Cash opened the shower door, I thought he was going to join us, perhaps do a little more ass play because the shower was a great place for it, but he had on his jeans and held up her cell.

  “Baby, your phone’s been ringing and pinging from texts.”

  She frowned, then since she was wet, told him the four-digit password.

  He swiped over the screen. “It says a voicemail from your mom.” Another swipe. “A text from Tucker, another from Kaitlyn. They’re wondering where you are. If you’d forgotten about brunch.”

  Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she grabbed my hand in a death grip. “Oh my god, what time is it?”

  He glanced again at her cell. “Ten after eleven.”

  She pushed
Cash out of the way, grabbed a towel and dried off with military efficiency. “I’m hosting brunch! Usually it’s dinner on Friday, but with the party, we moved it to this morning. Now. Everyone’s at my house and I completely forgot. And I don’t have my truck!”

  As I shut off the water and grabbed a towel of my own, I felt smug for the reason we’d made her forget she was hosting a family breakfast. “Angel, text Tucker, tell him you’ll be there in twenty minutes. We’ll stop at the bakery on the way and get bagels and danish.”

  While I’d met most of her family already, it wasn’t as her man. Not boyfriend either. That wasn’t the right word to describe what I was to her. I had to wonder if she’d even told any of them about us, about this weekend.

  It seemed we were about to find out.

  12

  JULIA

  * * *

  “I can’t believe I forgot. I’m such an idiot,” I said, rubbing my hands on the tops of my thighs. While my yoga pants and t-shirt were what I’d have put on if I’d remembered the brunch at my house, my hair was wet and tangled.

  Cash and Bennett had kept me busy in bed for too long—not that I was complaining—but we were sooo late and making my way up my own walkway with both of them would make things very obvious.

  “I can’t believe others haven’t been late to one of your get-togethers before,” Cash said, taking one of my hands and kissing the knuckles.

  The gesture was sweet and the look on his face was surprisingly tender. Especially after what we’d just done. God, my pussy still tingled from riding him reverse cowgirl. And Cash’s cum still slipped from me and made my panties damp.

  “Sure, but not to their own house or when they bring two guys for the first time.”

  “You’re worried they’re going to know what we’ve been up to. Why we’re late,” Bennett added.

  I glanced up at him. “You’re not worried? My brothers might kill you. Or worse, you might get the evil eye from my mother.”

  A smile turned up the corner of his mouth, but he kept his eyes on the road. “Has anyone ever gotten the evil eye before?”

  “Marsha Carruthers,” I replied right away. “When Tucker was in eleventh grade, she made it clear she wanted him to deflower her. That didn’t go over well. Last I heard, she was living in Detroit.”

  Cash laughed, deep and throaty. “Deflower? Tucker?”

  I rolled my eyes and smiled thinking of my brawny brother.

  “Being late isn’t going to have your family know what we’ve been up to as much as this.” Cash ran a finger along my neck. I gasped, grabbed the rear view mirror and angled it toward me, not caring if Bennett needed it to drive. I lifted my butt up as far as the seatbelt would allow to look. There wasn’t exactly a hickey, but the delicate skin of my neck was a rosy pink. Whisker burn. When had that happened? In the shower? I looked to Cash and his beard. No way. I glanced at Bennett next, at his pale stubble that caught the morning sunshine.

  “You!” I said, pointing, then poking him in the upper arm.

  “Angel, it was unavoidable and you weren’t complaining at the time,” he replied, sounding not the least bit sorry. “I didn’t get a chance to shave this morning.”

  I pursed my lips as Bennett pulled up in front of my house. I recognized my family’s various trucks and SUVs on the street and in my driveway. My parents and my brothers either had a spare key or knew where one was hidden, so they weren’t sitting around on my porch waiting.

  * * *

  “I doubt you’ll get the evil eye from my mom. She’ll probably be thrilled I’m with you two. As for my brothers… I’m their baby sister and they will think you’ve deflowered me even though I’m twenty-six years old. I hope your life insurance is up to date.”

  Bennett took one hand, Cash the other.

  “They can be pissed all they want. It’s none of their business what we do.”

  I knew he was right, but that didn’t stop my brothers from being overly protective.

  Bennett climbed from the truck, but Cash squeezed my hand and I looked up at him. “I still need to talk with you. Explain.”

  I saw Duke and Tucker come out onto the porch. Duke crossed his arms over his chest and Tucker held a mug of coffee—clearly they’d made themselves home in my kitchen while they’d been waiting—although I knew that wasn’t going to stop him from beating the shit out of someone, if required.

  I tipped my chin toward my house. “It’s going to have to wait. I’m surprised they’re not holding shotguns.”

  I slid out the driver’s side and Bennett took my hand, helped me down, led me up the walk.

  “I’m pretty sure you know Bennett and Cash,” I said to my brothers as way of introduction.

  Duke uncrossed his arms to shake Bennett’s proffered hand.

  “Looks like they gave you more than a ride home,” Tucker said, nodding his head as greeting to Bennett and Cash.

  “Boys, let your sister into her own house,” my mother said, although I couldn’t see her around my hulking brothers.

  They stepped back and I went up to hug her. Her hair, while threaded with gray, had been dark like Duke’s. I looked nothing like her, the only genes we shared were in height. “Gentlemen, it’s good to see you again,” she said with much more enthusiasm than Duke and Tucker.

  Of course, my mother knew them. She knew everyone.

  “Sorry we’re late,” I said as a bland excuse as we walked through my house to the kitchen, the blissful scent of coffee filling the air. I glanced at Cash who carried the big bakery box. “We brought breakfast.”

  Ava and Colton were leaning against the counter drinking coffee, Liam seated at my small kitchen table. Ava waggled her eyebrows and gave me a blatant thumbs up. Clearly, she was thrilled things were working out. I saw my dad in the family room reading the paper and I went over to him, leaned over the back of the couch and gave him a kiss on the top of the head before I went back into the kitchen. He was content reading in peace. Kaitlyn opened the bakery box on the counter, peeked inside.

  “Where’s everyone else?” I asked.

  “Jed had a late night at the bar so he’s sleeping in,” my mother said. “Gus is out of town. Kemp, Poe and Parker should be here soon. Porter and Jill are in Chicago for a college friend’s wedding.”

  “Your truck was supposed to be fixed,” Duke said, coming into the kitchen. The room was small and crowded already.

  I rolled my eyes, “It is.”

  “Then where is it?” he asked.

  I rolled my eyes. “God, someone get him some coffee.”

  “Well?” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Well, what?” I snapped, matching his stance, but it was hard to stand up to him when he was close to fifteen inches taller.

  “Where have you been?”

  I tipped my chin up. “With Bennett and Cash.” I had no intention of lying and Bennett had been right. If Duke had his panties in a bunch over me being with them, it was his problem, not mine.

  “Duke, leave her alone,” Mom quietly scolded.

  “With them?” he asked, ignoring her. His dark gaze roved over my hair and latched onto my neck. His jaw clenched.

  I spun on my heel, refusing to answer that question. “Who wants a danish? We have cherry, nut and lemon. Dad? What kind do you want?”

  “Lemon,” he called from the other room. I grabbed a napkin from the pile someone had set on the counter and placed a lemon pastry on it. Duke was blocking the way to the living room, so I arched my brow, waited.

  “If you’ve got issues with us being with Julia, don’t take it out on her. Let’s go outside and talk about it,” Cash said, settling his hand on my shoulder. I liked the weight of it, knowing he had my back.

  “Says the guy arrested for rape,” Duke replied.

  I sucked in a breath and spun around, stared up at Cash, wide-eyed.

  “You didn’t tell her?” Duke asked. “You bring my sister late to brunch at her own house and you kept that
a secret?”

  “Back off,” Bennett warned.

  Liam stood and Colton took a step toward all of us. I didn’t think there was going to be a brawl in my small kitchen, but Duke often behaved like the bulls he used to ride.

  “This was what you wanted to talk about?” I thought of the times Cash had tried to tell me, but it hadn’t worked out. It all became clear. “This was why you walked out yesterday.”

  He looked to me, his face grim, his dark eyes lacking all of the warmth or heat I was used to. “Yes. You see how your brother is reacting. Others will, too.”

  He’d been arrested for rape. Rape! He hadn’t denied Duke’s words.

  “I’ll go,” he murmured. He flicked his gaze to Duke, then back to me. “It’s clear I’m not welcome.”

  He turned and, with long strides, walked out the front door. I stared after him, stunned.

  “Cash!” I called, but he didn’t turn or stop. All was quiet as I turned back to Duke. “What is your problem?” I yelled. He stepped back. I got in his space again. “He was arrested for rape. Fine. Arrested doesn’t mean convicted, right?”

  Duke held up his hands, but I punched him in the stomach anyway. He was too big for it to do too much damage, but his breath whooshed out, and it felt damned good.

  “I don’t know why Kaitlyn’s marrying you. Seriously, you are an idiot.”

  He angled his head toward my front door. “He left, didn’t he?”

  “Because he’s honorable! He didn’t do it,” I stated plainly. “He didn’t.” I knew it. Felt it deep down. Cash wasn’t like that. He’d never hurt me, even going to the extreme of walking out on me to save me from himself. Not just yesterday in his shop, but now, too. “I love him.”

  His eyes widened at the surprise statement. I hadn’t expected to say it because I hadn’t realized until right then it was true.