CHAPTER ELEVEN

VALERIE

Cuddling on the couch, his hard, warm chest behind me, we were sprawled out, and there wasn’t a better seat in the house.

“Have you talked to Vaughn?” he asked before kissing the back of my hair. I stilled.

We hadn’t talked about anything serious after we’d gone into the kitchen. After the French toast he’d whipped up for us, he had ordered me to get ready and we’d gone to the home improvement superstore.

Walking around, hand in hand, taking our time in the tile and paint aisles so that I could get ideas and grab a couple of paint chips. He was probably bored, but he hadn’t complained. Not once.

Afterwards, we went to a nursery, where I picked out a couple of succulents for the front yard, and then we went through a drive-in car wash, where he found a satellite radio station that played nothing but ‘90s pop songs. We sang out loud, off-key, and laughed so hard we both had tears in our eyes by the time the car was done being washed. When I saw him put the car in gear, giving me a smile so bright I swear I thought his eyes actually sparkled, my own smile grew. I quickly realized that every moment spent with Bryan Wright was better than the last. Regardless of where we were or what we were doing.

“No,” I told him, turning to look at him. His hand extended with the remote and he turned the TV off and let the remote fall on the floor.

“I need to find out how much shit he’s gotten into,” I confided. The thought of him somehow owing Lenny churned my stomach. “I was going to try to get a hold of him today, but we went out and…”

“I get it.”

“Is he really in New Mexico?” I asked.

“Yeah.” At least Vaughn hadn’t lied about that.

“That’s good.” I turned so I could face him. Our faces were centimeters away from one another, our bodies perfectly aligned. I suddenly found myself turned on and nervous.

“What is that dirty little mind thinking?” His hand was lazily stroking my hair.

“I should go to bed.”

“We should.”

“Tomorrow’s my last day off.”

“Mine too.” He grinned.

“I have to go to the Laundromat.”

“Laundromat? I’m pretty sure I saw a washer and dryer in the garage, Blondie.

“They don’t work, stopped working about a month ago. I have my eye on a new set. I’ve been working doubles so that—“

“Gotcha.” His face went soft and he leaned in close, kissing my cheek.

“Go with me somewhere tomorrow,” he said, and I laughed.

“I just told you I have laundry—“

“We can take our laundry, do it there.”

“Where?” I frowned, wondering what he was up to.

“Trust me?”

“Yes.” And I wasn’t lying. I did trust him.

“We will get your cute nurse uniforms washed and ready for the week.”

“Cute nurse uniforms?” I asked, thinking about what I wore and how not sexy they were. ”You know I wear scrubs.“

“Shhh…” His smiling lips touched mine, and I opened for him to give me a soft, slow kiss before he slightly pulled away. “Let me have the fantasy, babe.” His breath tickled my lips, and I giggled.

“You’re such a guy,” I mouthed off, because I couldn’t help it.

“You like that, though.” He pulled us up into a sitting position with me on his lap.

“I’m not some doll, you know? You don’t have to move me around. I could have—“

“I like moving you around.” His hand pulled the ponytail holder out of my hair. “I also really fucking like your hair, Blondie.” His hands at my scalp rubbed, which felt like heaven. So much I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped from the back of my throat, and I didn’t try the others than came after. “So fucking soft. Thick.”

“Mmm…” I purred, my eyes shut. I just lent myself over to every sensation he brought out.

“Shit, babe. I think about touching your hair when I’m at work.”

“You do?” I asked him throatily, my eyes still shut, a smile on my face.

“Yeah,” he breathed in a heavy whisper. “Hands ache to touch it.”

“Mmm…” I didn’t even try to stop the way my body seemed to melt into a puddle over his.

“To touch you,” he admitted, and my hands squeezed his shoulders. With a mind of their own, they moved lower until I reached the first button of his shirt.

Opening my eyes, I looked at him. His eyes were on mine, and I knew exactly what I wanted.

“Val.” He swallowed. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down slowly. The air surrounding us warmed up ten degrees, yet my nipples strained further, tight and pebbled. He had my entire body aching. A hollowness rushing through me that needed to be filled. Sated. By him.

“Shh…” Staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes, I unbuttoned his shirt.

Slowly.

Unrushed.

His hands still in my hair, he brought my face close to his, the moment I was done unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it open. His eyes were that more-grey-than-blue again, and I liked that. I liked how he closed them, a look of pleasure descending upon his handsome face the moment I touched his abs, skimming his more than warm skin upwards with my fingernails.

“Val.”

“Can I touch you?” I don’t know why I asked, but I did. And I felt like an idiot.

“Yes,” he grunted, pulling his face away from me, and I looked at my hands on his skin. He was all hot skin over hard muscles.

“Total man candy,” I whispered, and he chuckled. His laugh wasn’t too soft or too boisterous; if anything, it was perfect. Biting my lip, I looked at him. “Can I kiss you?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Lean back a little,” I ordered and was surprised he was letting me explore.

Though the tight grip he had on my hips reminded me of who was really in charge. The back of his head hit the back of the couch, and I followed, my mouth touching the base of his neck. He moved to give me better access.

He tasted delicious, and I wanted so much more.

BRYAN

She was going to fucking ruin him. With a kiss on his fucking neck. That was it. One kiss on his neck, and he was ready to blow his load all over his goddamn pants.

He felt her sexy, curvy body shift, and his dick was pleading with him to let him out to play. To say he was hard was an understatement. He doubted he had ever been this hard in his life.

He realized, not for the first time, she was trouble. Quickly becoming like a drug to him. A damn addiction he was going to have to learn how to live without one day. Especially when she found out the truth about him. An addiction he should start weaning from immediately, but he couldn’t.

He needed her.

Her sexy little mouth moved upwards; her tongue lashed out for a long, slow lick. Then another, and another, creating ripples of pleasure and sexy-as-fuck sensations strike and swim all over his body. Then her teeth skimmed a part of his neck that made him buck up into her. Her moan was muffled, vibrating off his own skin, which made him throb so fucking hard that he shut his eyes trying to soak in the intensity of what she made him feel.

“Blondie,” he hissed, but it only encouraged her.

Her sexy hips swiveled. Slowly, like an erotic dance on his lap.

“Babe…” he warned. He was on edge, close to embarrassing himself if he didn’t get some control of the situation.

“Mmm…” she moaned, pulling her mouth off him as her hands went to her own tee. In a blink of an eye, she was shirtless, leaving her in nothing but a black lacey bra.

“Fuck,” he cursed. Her hands went to move behind her, but he snapped out of his lust-filled haze and moved quickly enough to grab her wrists.

“Oh no, uh uh,” he croaked out and saw the way her eyes burned hotter when she glanced down at him holding her wrists. “Put them behind your back,” he ordered, and she did, her eyes a warmer green and her pupils dilated.

Fuck, she liked him bossy, and just like that, she became even more perfect for him.

He held her wrists together with one hand and looked at her. Generous, creamy-skinned tits almost burst out of the flimsy bra. He could make out her dark pink areolas and the way her beaded nipples strained against the material. His free hand traced the swells of her breasts, watching her skin break out into goose bumps.

“Like when I touch you?” he asked in a hushed tone, wondering if he was pushing his luck.

“Bryan…” she whimpered, and he gave her a cocky grin. She likes it.

“Do you? Fuck, baby. You’re so responsive. You love this, don’t you, Valerie?“ he asked, his lips hovering over her collarbone, her head thrown back, giving him access. Offering herself to him on a silver platter, and fuck, he wanted to take. He wanted to take and claim and do it over and over.

Take her so many damn times that she wouldn’t even remember her own name. Hell, he wanted to do it till he forgot his own.

But he couldn’t. Not yet. She’d been upfront and honest about her own baggage. He had to do the same.

But not right now.

Right now, he was going to watch her. He wasn’t enough of a bastard to take her without laying things out, but he had to watch her.

He had to make her come.

He had to get a taste of what that was like and bring her pleasure so damn great that she would scream his name out loud, because he had to fucking hear her. If he couldn’t literally have her, his senses were sure as fuck going to be filled of everything her.

His free hand moved down. From the lower base of her back, right above the waistband of her jeans, he skimmed her body, hitting a sensitive spot on her back. She jerked toward him, but his hand didn’t hesitate or speed up until he reached his goal. Reaching the back of her bra, one-handed, he unclipped it, while his eyes stayed on her beautiful face.

Bryan was going to prolong the gift of seeing her topless just a little longer. When he let go of her wrists, her hands hung loosely at her side. He lowered the straps from her shoulders, down her arms, the pads of his rough fingers tracing her skin until he discarded the bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Their eyes locked and he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, before he let himself look. “Prettiest thing I have ever seen,” he growled to himself when he finally let his eyes roam lower.

The sight of her immediately seared into his memory. Her breasts were round and perky, the perfect size for the palms of his hands. Half-dollar, dark pink areolas with tight, beaded nipples that were pointed toward him like a target, and he couldn’t control it anymore.

Mine.

Lowering his head, he took a puckered bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. The flavor of her skin burst in his mouth. He groaned. So damn good. Her scent surrounded him. He was so turned on, his own ears buzzed and the only sounds he could make out were her moans. His hand came up to cup and hold her free breast, giving it attention as he suckled and pulled and bit on the other. She started to buck into him, seeking her own release, and he slowed his administrations.

Edging her.

Trading nipples, he moved from one to another. His free hand trailed south. From the center of her chest toward the soft swell of her belly. He didn’t stop until he hit the button of her waistband.

Without having to ask, she pushed her body upward, her own hands unbuttoning her jeans for him as he kept working her nipple. His hand moved into her jeans, his own moan hitting the living room at the wetness he felt at the gusset of her soaked panties.

“Wet. So fucking wet,” he mumbled deeply before biting a little harder on her nipple, her hands on either side of his face pressing him close.

“More, Bryan,” she moaned his name louder, and he liked that.

He was a man and knew how to get her off, but he sure as hell liked a woman letting him know when he was doing a good job.

But this was more.

She was more than just any woman.

She was his, and hearing her pleas and soft sounds made him feel like a motherfucking conqueror. Her moans and gasps and softly panted whimpers were better than anything he had ever heard. They made him want to beat on his chest like an animal. Hell, when it came to Valerie, he seemed to regress into a primal being.

His middle finger skimmed between her lower lips; heat and dewy wetness surrounded the pads of his fingertips. She shifted slightly, pulling her jeans down her luscious ass and beautiful hips. With a pop, he let her nipple go and heard her groan as more of her slippery honey surrounded his fingers.

“Bry…” she started to whisper, then her breath caught in her throat just as he thrust his middle finger into her sweetness, filling her. Her tightness surprised him.

“Never felt anything better.” He had his hand on her ass, the other in her hot, tight pussy, when her mouth hovered over his. “Val… shit, my sexy little goddess.”

“Oh my… yes…”

“Fucking tight, babe.”

“Handsome,” she breathed in, rolling her hips.

“You like that?”

“More, Bry—“ she panted incoherently, her own hands moving to his waistband.

“Ride my fingers,” he demanded, biting down on her lower lip. The lush flesh delicious between his teeth made his dick ache further.

“Not yet,” she argued, and if he hadn’t been so damn turned on he was afraid he’d either go cross-eyed or lose his shit and cum in his pants, he would have laughed at her arguing with him at that moment.

His little blond goddess was a determined little minx. He felt her unbutton and unzip his shorts carefully and heard her gasp at his size. “Wow,” she whispered in awe, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Her hands were so close he could feel their heat.

“Valerie.“

“You’re… like… umm… wow.” Her reaction to his size would have made him blush if he could think about anything else other than her touch. He was like a fucking teenager about to get his dick petted for the first time.

“Baby,” he gritted, wondering how the fuck this had happened. He was supposed to be getting her off. But that thought disappeared a millisecond after he felt her sweet tightness clench around his fingers. She definitely liked what she saw. Her eyes felt like they were burning up his cock. It was a little too much for him. A drop of pre-cum leaked out of his mushroom tip.

“Babe…” he gritted again, biting down on his lip.

“You’re…holy crap. I mean, I knew you were big, I mean, you’re big, like, all over. Height and, like, shoulders and—“

“Val.” His lips twitched, then he clenched his jaw as a bead of sweat formed on his brow.

“But...” He felt her reach into his boxer briefs, her small, soft hand wrapped around his dick, and he was ready to sell his soul just so she never stopped touching him.

“So thick,” she said almost to herself and with so much wonder in her voice.

Raising her body up, he took advantage and slipped another finger into her slippery folds, and he could swear she got even wetter. “Yes!” she hissed, clenching and tightening around him. “I can’t even close my hand around you,” she moaned.

Fuck, if she weren’t holding his dick in her hand, her touch so damn good that he could swear his head was going to explode, he would definitely bust out in laughter at how damn adorable she was.

She started to stroke him, while he was two fingers deep in her and bucked up his own hips into her hand.

“Shit,” he gritted through clenched teeth, his fingers thrusting up into her, sliding out easily with her wetness, his thumb at her clit, and heard her cry.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, and suddenly, just like that, they were completely in sync.

Her hand motions were in tune with his fingers, their faces pressed close to one another. They were breathing each other’s air. The scent of the two of them mixed with her arousal and sex filled his nose, making his mouth water.

Her sweet walls were wet and warm and so damn greedy. He felt her start to tighten even further, if that was even possible.

“I’m going to…” she tried to warn him, and he wanted to watch her. He wanted to get her there.

“Do it,” he urged. “Come for me, Blondie,” he grunted.

“Handsome...” She kept stroking him, and he felt his balls start to tighten, a tingle at his spine warning him like a red flag.

“Come for me, my sweet girl. Come on, baby… give it to me. Give me that beauty,” he coaxed. Her eyes hooded, she licked her lips, and when he curled his fingers into the soft, spongey spot inside of her, her mouth opened.

Giving him a pretty little O. All he could think about was her mouth on him. Sucking him, taking him deep. The idea only made him buck harder, rougher into her hand. A tingle grew at his spine, pulling his balls up tighter, warmth growing in his belly. He angled his finger just right and watched her green eyes look at him. Fuck, he wanted to take a picture of her looking at him just like that.

“You come, don’t stop stroking me. Don’t stop looking at me,” he demanded hoarsely, hardly recognizing his own voice. He was on edge and knew that when he blew, it was going to be like never before.

“Bossy,” she panted, cute little lines forming on her forehead. She was trying to hold her orgasm back.

She surprised him by taking her sweet, warm hand away and spitting on it. Fuck, that was sexy as hell. Her hand returned immediately to his dick, warm and now wet. He felt another drop of pre-cum escape, beading at the tip of his dick, and he knew he was too close to the edge. His eyes threatened to roll to the goddamn back of his head.

Thrusting in and out of her tightness, her hand moving up and down along his shaft, he was there. He was so fucking close. He wanted to shut his eyes and try to hold on, but he didn’t want to lose the sight of her. He didn’t want to miss a moment of her.

“Come,” he whispered deeply, then he felt it. She tightened around him, and his thumb rolled around her clit.

“Bryan!” she moaned.

His girl fluttered around his fingers, and he watched.

Her eyes shut as pleasure washed over her face. Her hand tightened, still stroking him, as she screamed out his name like a fucking chant. His free hand went to her hair and brought her face down to his. Taking her mouth, his tongue dueling with hers as she came down from her high. There was no stopping himself.

His body tightened. Every inch of his skin felt hot, a light sheen of sweat covered his chest, the back of his neck and forehead, and he knew he was at the point of no return. Bringing her lower lip into his mouth, he bit down as his own orgasm hit him. Her name mixed with the sound of his guttural moan was swallowed by her lips. His body rutted into her hand as his own incredible high washed over him.

One, two, three, four long ribbons of release spurted out, but she kept going, only using it to lubricate him as she kept stroking him. When her grip grew lighter, his hand tightened in her hair.

“Val, fuck,” he breathed, licking her lower lip, and felt her smile against his mouth. His fingers were still inside of her. She clenched and whimpered when he pulled his hand out of her pants.

“Hi.” She smiled, her face soft and a little flushed but highly satisfied. His heart warmed over.

He wanted nothing but a lifetime of that look.

What the fuck was it about this sexy little goddess that made him think about hearts and flowers and forevers?