Hammered with You: Book 2 (Ross Brother's Trilogy)

by Nikki Mays

  He frowns at me. “I don’t see why. I practically stalked you and inserted myself into your life. Hell, I even moved in without you really noticing. Did you think that I did all of that just for the hell of it?”

  I purse my lips. Well, okay, when he puts it like that, with common sense and shit, sure it makes sense. “Yeah, but…” Is my genius reply.

  “Do I really not show you how I feel about you?” His blue eyes are wide open baring his soul. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way that he is. Like I’m precious and loved.

  I can feel my eyes starting to tear. “I just thought that you were really nice. I don’t know. I just thought it’s how you are with everyone. I’ve never seen you be mean to anyone.” I only slightly hiccup.

  He gives me an incredulous look. “Babe, I’ve taken your tiny ass dog out for a walk wearing a fucking unicorn sweater. I’m nice but I’m not that fucking nice.”

  “You really need to lay off his cute sweaters.” I frown.

  He blinks at me a few times. “Jess, I know that I’m drunk and seeing like one and a half of you right now. But did you really just try to argue about a sweater. I just want to make sure that my hearing is sober right now.”

  “Ah, you know that when you’re drunk, so is your hearing right?” I say slowly.

  He sits up and reclines against the headboard. He rubs his hand down his face and looks at me like I’m insane. “I just told you that I love you and you’re really trying to pick a fight with me about dog sweaters and drunk hearing?”

  I grimace. “Dammit Ben, you know that I’m awkward when it comes to stuff like this. The last time you told me that I looked pretty, I got so weird that I tried to just turn and walk away. Instead I walked smack dab into a wall and had to then fix my makeup.”

  The corner of his lips twitch. “Yeah, that was definitely something that I never thought would happen. I’m just glad that you weren’t near any steps.”

  I give him a scowl. “It’s not my fault. I’m just not used to getting compliments.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll give you enough of them so that it becomes second nature to you.” He shrugs.

  I smile and shake my head ruefully. “What am I going to do with you?”

  The look he gives me could heat lava. “I can think of a few things.” He looks me up and down. “More than a few.”

  A shiver goes through my body at the feral look in his eyes. He looks like he wants to eat me alive and I can’t say that I would try to stop him. He looks good enough to eat himself laying here beside me with his body proudly on display. If I was him I would walk around naked. His abs are the kind that look photoshopped, with messy hair and a beard that is full and thick. I let my eyes travel past his abs and remember that his beard isn’t the only thing that’s thick.

  My eyes widen when I see him getting even harder. I hear a dark chuckle from beside me and look into the fiery blue eyes that are locked onto me. “I told you, everything about you gets to me.”

  I may be bad with words and accepting any good feelings towards me but that doesn’t mean that I can’t show him how much he means to me. I give him a little smirk. “Everything?” I bat my lashes at him and run my index finger down his chest.

  I’m emboldened by his deep inhalation just from a simple touch. “You could literally walk around wearing a muumuu and I would still think that you’re the most beautiful woman in the universe.”

  I lean over and attach my lips to his. Our tongues dual for dominance but this is my show right now. I straddle him while grabbing onto the back of his hair. He has just enough for me to somewhat hang on to.

  I disengage from his mouth and look into eyes that want to devour me. He goes to move but I stop him and shake my head slowly. I lean forward towards his chest and take one of his nipples into my mouth. I roll my tongue around and smile to myself when I hear him groan. Letting go of that one, I lick and kiss a path to the other one to do the same. I release that one and look up into his eyes that are hooded with arousal. His eyes are locked on me and I have never felt sexier or more powerful than I do in this moment. It’s a heady feeling having a man stare at you like he needs you to breathe.

  I kiss my way down his stomach and his very happy trail. I lean back a little and look at his large, thick cock that is jutting out in front of him. As I’m looking, a tiny bead of precum begins to drip down, letting me know exactly how wound up I have him.

  I stick my tongue out and lap up that bead making him hiss above me. “Fuck, do that again.” His words are strained, making me grin.

  I’m happy to oblige though. I drag my tongue around the bulbous head and then up and down the base. I can see his hands fisting the sheets.

  Grasping onto his thighs for leverage, I swirl my tongue around him, again and again. I take the head into my mouth and use my hand to slowly pump his shaft in the spots that I can’t reach. I look up to see Ben’s eyes locked onto mine while his chest heaves with each breath. I can see him slowly move one of his hands towards me. I know what he wants and he’s trying to give me time to tell him no, if I don’t want him to.

  When I don’t make any move away, he grasps my hair and twists it just enough to give be a hint of pain. If I was wearing panties, they would be soaked through. Since I’m not, I can feel how wet I’m getting just from this alone.

  He doesn’t move my head, he just keeps his hand there and goes along with my movements. I take him all the way until he hits the back of my throat.

  “Fuuuuck.” He hisses through gritted teeth.

  I take that as my cue and start to bob my head up and down, adding a little bit more suction each time. I swirl my tongue as I continue to bob my head up and down, making sure that my cheeks are hollowed out. I use one hand to massage his balls, causing him to almost jump out of my mouth.

  “Shit Jess, I’m not going to last much longer. You need to stop baby.” He pants.

  I ignore him and continue my ministrations to get him to fall apart.

  Although he seems to have other plans. He gives a firm tug on my hair and moves his body. His cock releases from my mouth with a pop, making me pout. “I wasn’t finished yet.”

  He flips me onto my back and removes my night shirt in under a second. I blink up at him in shock. “Baby, the only way I’m finishing tonight, is inside of you.”

  He latches his mouth onto the sensitive part of my neck and all I can do is whimper. I drag my nails through his hair and tilt my head to the side giving him more access. I ignore his chuckle since I’m in a generous mood. His cock brushes my clit as he gets in between my legs. The contact causes straight pleasure to jolt through my body. My legs wrap around his waist to keep him right there.

  “I like that.” I rasp out. I continue to rub myself against his shaft, gripping onto the back of his hair. I practically purr at each touch of electricity coming from my clit.

  He begins to rub his hands up and down my chest, palming one and then the other.

  “I love your breasts.” He whispers at the side of my throat.

  He tweaks both of my nipples at the same time, eliciting a whimper of pure need from me. I can feel him at my entrance, nudging his way inside.

  “We should use a condom.” I say breathlessly.

  He leans back and looks at me with raised eyebrows. “Babe, you left your app thing open the other day.”

  “What app thing?” My lust filled head is too foggy right now.

  “The app that said that you haven’t had your period in eleven weeks. I’m pretty sure that we’re past using condoms at this point.” His smirk would be irritating if he wasn’t correct.

  “That doesn’t mean anything.” I counter. “I could just be having a stressful couple of months.”

  His snort is definitely irritating. “Jess, when are you finally going to take a test?”

  “There is no reason to take a test.” I huff, denying the stupid voice in the back of my mind that says I should.

  “No reason huh?” The smug ass say
s. “How about the fact that your breasts are bigger. You turn weepy over everything. You’ve had to walk out of the room when I cook certain things. And you barely took a few sips from your wine tonight.”

  “One of us had to drive home.” I defend pathetically.

  “Right.” He shakes his head ruefully at me. “How long are you going to pretend that you aren’t pregnant babe?”

  “Until I’m giving birth.” I deadpan causing him to laugh.

  He lowers himself onto me once again and says, “Let me know how that goes for you.” Before slowly entering me.

  I pretty much lose all brain function after that. He goes slowly, before he grasps my hips and thrusts hard inside of me. My mouth opens in a silent scream. I can feel my fingernails digging into his back.

  He thrusts back in and I arch into each of his thrusts. I can feel my walls clench around his girth. I can feel my body speeding towards an explosive release. His thrusts become rougher. All you can hear is the sound of our bodies coming together.

  I thread my fingers through his hair with one hand and anchor the other above my head onto the headboard. His pace begins to quicken, causing my body to bounce up each time.

  He lowers his hand to my clit and begins to rub circles with his finger. “Hurry up and come for me Jess. I want to feel you tighten up on my cock before I come.” He orders from above me.

  I don’t know whether it was his tone, his words, his finger or his cock, but the next thing I know, I’m falling over the edge of a beautiful abyss.

  “Ben!” I scream out, tugging on his hair as I pulsate around him.

  Ben grunts out something unintelligible before going solid above me. He lowers his face into that spot on my neck that he knows gets to me. He moans when my body tightens even more from him latching onto my neck.

  After a few minutes or years, he rolls to the side and takes me with him. I giggle a little as I snuggle up onto his chest. The smell of his sandalwood soap combined with the scent of us is making me fully relaxed. I throw my arm over his stomach and nuzzle my head further into his chest.

  He lets out a loud yawn and stretches his arms up. He looks down at me with those vibrant blue eyes and smiles. “Tomorrow we take a test Jess.”

  “Way to be a buzz kill.” I pout even though he’s right, it’s time.

  He pulls the covers over us and turns out the bedside lamp. “I’ll buzz you real good tomorrow, don’t worry.” He mumbles into the top of my head making me smile.

  I close my eyes and listen to his deep breaths.

  Tomorrow it is.

  Chapter 12

  Ben

  My first thought upon waking up is that Marc’s an asshole for bringing that whiskey and convincing us to drink it with him. I’m not going to take responsibility for shit if I can somehow get away with blaming Marc. No one in their right mind would. My second thought is that my mouth tastes like straight up ass and I could chug a gallon of orange juice right now. And third is that Jessie is finally going to take a test to prove to me what I’ve already suspected, hell what we both have suspected and ignored for some time, that she is pregnant. I can’t believe that I’m going to be a father. I don’t know whether I’m excited or if I want to throw up. Although my nausea could be from the whiskey.

  “Don’t ever let me drink whiskey again.” I moan as I roll onto my side to face Jess.

  I hear a non-too-delicate snort from beside me. “I told you to slow down. But noooo. You were feeling no pain last night.”

  I open my eyes and look into the smug face of the woman I love. “I feel like you could’ve done more to stop me.”

  Jessie is laying on her side with her arms underneath her pillow. She rolls her eyes at my comment. “I’m not your momma. As a matter of fact, your momma even told you guys to slow down and all of your dumbasses ignored her. If you’re hurting, you have no one to blame but yourself.”

  I slide myself closer to the heartless and uncaring woman at my side. I nuzzle my head onto her chest until she starts rubbing my head. “Not true. It’s all Marc’s fault.” I mumble as she rubs her nails through my scalp.

  “You guys can’t blame him for everything you know.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

  “Wanna bet?”

  “You ready for today?” She asks in a small voice.

  “Ready for what? To take a test that we already know the results of, or to go Black Friday shopping?” I wrap my arms around her and shove my cold hands under her nice and warm ass.

  She shrieks and uselessly tries to move away. I made sure that I have my arms wrapped all the way around her. “Oh my God, your hands are fucking freezing!”

  “I know. Why do you think that I just put them under you?” I retort.

  She sighs loudly. “Anyway, I was talking about the test since we’re not going out shopping.”

  “We are definitely going out shopping. We’re going to need to get a bunch of stuff for the baby and we might as well do it while a bunch of sales are going on.” I explain. It seems pretty reasonable to me.

  “Are you still drunk?” She huffs.

  “No, why?”

  “Because you must be drunk if you think that we are going anywhere near a store, especially one that specializes in babies on Black Friday.”

  “It won’t be that bad. We’ll get in and out quick.”

  She scoots herself up and rests her back against the headboard. I follow suit since my neck doesn’t like the new angle. “Ben we haven’t even taken a test, so we don’t even know if I’m pregnant.” She holds up her hand when I go to speak. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, we can take the test shortly. But the baby is literally months and months away. Plus, people have baby showers to get all of that weird crap that they need for a baby. And I can guarantee you that it is a horrible idea to go out shopping on Black Friday, especially to a store with nothing but hormonal crazy ass women. I do not plan to die or get into a fight with some bitch who is a hundred months pregnant.”

  “Is this attitude your hormones talking, or…?” I stupidly ask. If my mind wasn’t so fogged down from the copious amount of whiskey that I ingested last night, I can assure you that I would have never been so dumb. As it is, I’m currently being stared at like I’m a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

  “What was that?” Her voice is a robotic calm.

  “I was just wondering if you wanted me to start breakfast or if you wanted me with you when you took the test.” I smile, not at all looking scared in the least.

  Her right eye does a weird twitch that I haven’t seen from her before. “I can pee on a stick by myself, thanks.” She hisses before hopping out of bed and walking into her bathroom.

  “Go let Dragon out! We forgot to last night!” Is muffled from behind the bathroom door.

  I get up quickly and get some clothes on. All the while ignoring the fact that my stomach is protesting the movement. My stomach can kiss rocks right now. I have no intention of pissing her off any more than I accidentally have already.

  After throwing on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, I walk into the living room and see Dragon sitting on the carpet. He is sitting there and I swear to Christ, it looks like the little fucker is judging me. He just has a disapproving air about him.

  I grab his leash and bend down to attach it. “Don’t start with me today. Otherwise I’ll let your momma put you in all those ugly ass sweaters again. I’ll even let her get that stupid raincoat and boots that she wanted to get for you the last time that we were at the pet store.” I grumble like an idiot to the dog.

  I swear that he understands me though. He stops looking at me and just walks calmly to the door. Within five minutes, he’s done doing his business and we’re both walking inside to find Jessie sitting on the couch. Her face doesn’t show any sort of emotion, which if I’m being honest, somewhat scares me. She’s looking me up and down, almost as if she’s dissecting everything about me.

  Like the intelligent man that I am, I unhook Dragon’s leash and sen
d the little furball in first. He never fails to make her smile. Which is exactly what she does the moment he jumps up into her lap. She picks him up and practically squashes him to her chest. Unfortunately, she’s still eyeing me suspiciously over his back.

  “Is that what you wore outside?” Her tone is clipped.

  I look down at my grey sweatpants, sneakers and white t-shirt and shrug. “Yeah, why?” My tone shows absolutely no fear… none whatsoever.

  “Where other people could see you?” She’s actually tapping her fingers across Dragon’s back, not that he seems to give a shit.

  I frown and tilt my head. “I didn’t realize that I needed to wear a three-piece suit to take the dog for a walk.”

  The squinty look in her eyes is only slightly unnerving. “No, but it would be great if you didn’t look like a hooker to every single woman in this complex.” She growls.

  “How the hell can I look like a hooker? First of all,” I hold up my index finger. “I’m a guy.” I ignore her eye roll and just continue on. “Second, I’m wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. It’s not like I walked outside in my damn boxers.”

  “You might as well have.”

  “Are you on drugs?” I ask only half seriously.

  “No, I’m not on drugs!” Her pitch makes Dragon flinch before jumping down and fleeing the room. Lucky little bastard. “I’m pregnant and the father of my unborn child is walking around in the female equivalent of lingerie! Do you have any idea how many of the bitches around here stare at you every single time that we take Dragon for a walk?” She holds her arms out at her sides but doesn’t wait for me to respond. “You basically just gave them a strip show!”

  I just stand here for a minute with my mouth open. She just threw a whole lot of shit at me in a short amount of time. I have a wide range of emotions running through my body right now. I’m fucking ecstatic that I’m going to be a dad! I’m completely confused about how my outfit is giving every woman around here a strip show. And finally, I’m almost as happy about the fact that she gets jealous when someone else looks at me as I am that she’s pregnant. So, yeah, this is taking me a minute.