Ollie’s waiting when Brou and I arrive at The Distillery. “Hey. How’d the tour go?”
“We did Forsyth, the squares, a quick visit to city market, and Leopold’s.” Those are most of my favorite things, specifically the ice cream parlor. I especially enjoyed watching Brou lick his cone while telling me he was practicing for tonight. Lucky, lucky ice cream. The look in his eyes… the movement of his tongue… made me quiver and become wet. Just from licking an ice cream. Because I know just how good that tongue is. Shit. Not helping thinking about that in front of my brother.
“That’s good. You got a lot done.”
A waitress places a glass and bottle of beer in front of each of us. “Unpoured, as requested.”
Ollie displays a charming grin for the cute brunette. “Thank you, Casey.”
He pours each of us a sample and then begins the steps of evaluation.
“Gives good head?” I watch Brou for a reaction. A single brow lifts and one side of his mouth pulls upward as he tugs on his beard at the chin. That mouth. That beard. Both were all over me last night. And this morning. I can’t wait until they are again.
“It’s decent at best,” Ollie answers before taking the first drink. “Personal preference, I’m not a fan. What do y’all think?”
I take a drink and wait for the aftertaste. I shake my head briskly when it hits. “Shit, that is hoppy.”
“Don’t care for it,” Brou says.
Ollie grabs the second bottle. “Moving on.”
We go through a dozen craft beers in an hour, which may not be much for them but it’s a lot for me. More than I’m accustomed to drinking. I’m feeling no pain.
I’ve made two bathroom runs by the time Brou finally gives in and makes his first. I’m sort of glad. I want some alone time with Ollie so I can pick his brain. I want to know if he would truly have a problem with me dating his business partner.
“So… Lucas. He’s a pretty nice guy, right?”
He nods and takes another drink of beer before scrunching his nose. “Whew, that’s skunky.” He pushes the glass away. “Yeah. He’s a good friend.”
“We had fun today.”
“I’m glad. I was a little afraid you might be pissed at me for asking you to show him around without talking to you first.”
“That was fine. I didn’t mind at all.”
He looks at me for a moment before saying, “He was behaved, I hope.”
“Yeah. But I guess he would be since you told him I was off limits.” Seems a good time to bring that up.
“I did that to protect you.”
I’m thirty-one years old. I do just fine on my own. “I don’t need my little brother protecting me.”
“Every woman needs protecting from Tap.”
I’m probably going to regret asking this question. “Where did that name come from?”
The corners of Ollie’s mouth curl. “It’s a double meaning. He loves beer on tap. But he loves tapping ass more.” I’m not the least bit surprised. It’s just as I expected.
“Tell me what man doesn’t.” I know my brother is no saint. He need not pretend he is.
“Well, he likes it a little more than most.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Listen, sis. Tap is a great guy but he screws over a lot of women. He has an MO. Fuck a woman and then have nothing more to do with her. Happens all the time but it doesn’t always go over well. I’ve had to handle more than one scorned woman showing up at the brewery.” We’ve fucked and it seems like he wants a lot more to do with me.
I’m seriously about to send my brother into orbit but I need to know if a romance between Brou and me would be a problem in their business relationship. “I like him.”
“Don’t you dare even think about going there, Lawry.” Uh oh. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him that.
“Why not?”
“Because I’d have to kill him if he fucked you over. Which he would. Trust me, Lawry. No woman is safe with him.”
“He wouldn’t mistreat me.” Maybe I shouldn’t have said that either. Makes me sound like an authority on the matter. “Because I wouldn’t let him.”
“I bet the other thousand women he’s fucked and dumped said the same thing.” Okay. Maybe Brou was right about Ollie’s feelings, regarding a relationship between us. It’s probably best to back off before I stir too much of a stink.
“I was just curious to see what you’d say. I’m not going to ask him out or anything.”
“Good. Lucas Broussard’s not for you.” I don’t want Brou to catch hell from Ollie over me so it’s best to keep this secret. I’m not a fan of that but I think it’s best under these conditions. Who knows? This thing may not be going anywhere anyway.
I say nothing more because I see Brou on his way back to the table. “What’d I miss?”
“Horse piss. That’s what you’ve missed.” Ollie pours a sample of an IPA. “Tell me that’s not horrible.”
Brou lifts the glass of amber and gulps it in one drink. “Horse piss is being generous.”
This tasting has been for naught so far. “You’re trying to choose a brew for next winter?”
“Right.”
“People crave heavier, warmer, deeper flavors when it’s cold. Have you considered a chocolate stout or maybe some type of coffee beer?”
Ollie and Brou look at one another and grin. “Damn. That’s not a bad idea, sis.”
Brou punches me in the arm like I’m one of the guys. “Wren may be onto something.”
Ollie’s head spins in Brou’s direction. “Wren? When did you give my sister a nickname?”
“Well, umm,” Brou stutters. He needs saving.
“It’s cute, right? Ava gave it to me. It was easier for her to say than Lawrence.”
Brou looks at me with wide eyes. “Yeah, I guess it stuck in my head.”
“Wren. I like it,” Ollie says.
He drops my nickname and we finish off the last of our sampler. “I’m going to talk this chocolate stout and coffee beer option over with Porter and let him weigh in. If he likes the idea as much as us, we might give it a go.”
I fist my hands and use my thumbs to point to myself. “It was my idea so I think you should name it after me.”
“We’ll see.” That sounds like a no.
We leave The Distillery and stand as a trio on the sidewalk. “I’m about tight so I’m leaving my truck here and getting a ride to Mom and Dad’s.”
I look up at the sky. “It’s a beautiful night. I think I’ll walk home.”
“Only if Tap goes with you. I don’t want you out alone this late.” Silly, Ollie. Brou isn’t leaving my side. He is most definitely walking me home… and more.
“I’m happy to walk her home. It’s the least I can do after the wonderful tour I got today.”
Ollie makes a V with his fingers and points to his eyes before using them to point at Brou. As if I don’t know what that means.
“I know,” Brou whispers.
We wait on the corner for the car Ollie Ubered. “We’re doing Tybee tomorrow?”
“Planning to if you’re up for it.”
“My question would be are Ivy and Kelsey up for it?”
“Kelsey is coming but Ivy has to work.”
“Fuck, that’s too bad. I was hoping to see both of them. It’s been a while.” My brother has always liked both of my friends but I suspect he likes Ivy just a little bit more.
The last time we spoke about dating, he had a potential in mind. “What happened to Madeline, the counselor?”
“Madison.”
“Right. You were waiting for the right time to ask her out on a date.”
“That didn’t go anywhere.”
“Oh. Sorry to hear that.” He acted as though he really liked her.
A small foreign sedan pulls to a stop in front of us. “That’s my ride. See y’all tomorrow.”
Ollie does the my eyes are on you hand signal again before getting into the car.
Brou laughs as the car pulls away. “He’d shit his pants if he knew what we’d done.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean close. “And what we’re about to do again.”
“Shit, Wren. We have at least six blocks to walk and you’re giving me a hard-on.”
I kiss him quickly. “Sorry. I’ll make it up to you when we get in the room.”
We enter the boho hotel lobby and step into the elevator. Dammit. Why’d these people have to get on here with us?
We’re enclosed with another couple in the small space for only a minute or so, but the radiating sexual tension is suffocating. I want him so badly, it hurts. I need to touch him, to feel his skin against mine.
The elevator pings and the doors open for our floor. “It’s too bad we had company on the ride up. I really wanted to be naughty in that elevator.”
Brou grabs me from behind and pushes my hair away from my neck. The touch of his lips against the skin there sends chills down my body where a tingle lands smack between my legs. “We can be naughty in the hallway.”
He passes the keycard to me over my shoulder so he can explore my body with his mouth and hands. I work to slide the card into the door but it’s a difficult task with what Brou is doing to me.
He shimmies my dress up my legs and slides his hand beneath it. He wastes no time pushing my panties aside so his fingers can dive into my slick center. “Fuck, yes. You’re already wet.”
I get the green light on the door but I’m unable to move while he finger-fucks me. “That feels so good.”
“I’ve got something for you that’s gonna feel a lot better.”
“I’m going to come before we get through the door if you don’t stop.”
He takes his fingers out of me and I suppress a whimper. “No. I wanna lick you ’til you come so I can taste your sweet climax.” Yes, please, and thank you.
He leads me to the bed. “Sit.”
I take my messenger bag off my shoulder and toss it in the corner chair before taking the place he has chosen for me.
He drops to his knees and kneels between my legs before dragging my bottom so it hangs over the edge. He removes my flip-flops and places the soles of my feet on his chest. “Lift up.”
He reaches beneath my dress and drags my cotton hipster panties down my legs. He fists the garment and brings it to his nose to inhale deeply. Note to self: buy sexy panties so you’ll be prepared if you ever get to see him again after this visit.
“You smell so fucking good. Now to taste you.” Oh, shit. That’s hot. All of it.
He drops my panties to the floor and grabs my thighs, pushing them back and apart. My upper body is propped on my elbows and I have no intention of changing that. I’m watching this time.
Our eyes—different shades of blue—are locked when he places his tongue against my center and drags it in an upward sweep. Feeling it is one thing but feeling and seeing it happen is a double treat. Lucky, lucky me.
He licks me a second time. Slow. Soft. So good I want to scream. “Like that?”
“Omigod, you have no idea how good you are at that.” Or maybe he does, according to my brother. I don’t care. It’s just him and me right now.
He licks me with his flattened tongue and then changes his method, using the tip to circle the place where all my erotic nerve endings meet. He starts slow and gradually increases the speed of the circular motion. Erotic massage.
He stops to suck my clitoris into his mouth and I nearly die. But then he glides two fingers inside me, palm side up. Oh, shit. He’s rubbing that sensitive area hiding beneath the arch of my pelvic bone. It’s been waiting for a man like Brou.
The clit suck. The G-spot massage. The combination of the two send me into orbit.
My body innately jolts with the first contraction in my pelvis. My legs tense, my toes curl. Tingly warmth floods my face, neck, hands, and feet as I ride out my orgasm to its fullest extent.
Brou takes his fingers and mouth away when my body goes limp. Ultimate sexual gratification has been achieved.
“You taste so good when you come.” He runs his fingertip down my neck and chest. “The orgasmic flush. Always a good sign.”
I fall back on the bed, my legs propped on Brou’s chest. They’re trembling so he places his hands on my knees to steady them. “That good, huh?”
“Unbelievable.”
He has been so generous with his oral gifts. I think I should return the favor.
I rise to a sitting position and go to work on unbuttoning his jeans. “You get your shirt while I work on these.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Shirt gone, jeans and boxer briefs pushed down his legs so he can kick out of them. Time for me to get out of this dress.
I could shove him on the bed and crawl over him to suck him off but I think every guy loves the visual of a girl on her knees. So I’m going to give that to him.
I sink to the floor and look up at him. “I’m not sure you’ve ever been given a proper blow job. I think you need one.”
He laces his hand through the back of my hair. “Yes, ma’am.”
I start by licking his long, thick cock from base to tip. I grasp it in my hand and watch his eyes when I drag my tongue across the tip from side to side. I taste pre-cum.
I lick my lips and swallow before sucking him fully into my mouth, taking him in to the back of my throat.
“Oh, Wren. That feels amazing.”
He holds the back of my head and lightly thrusts each time I bring my mouth down to suck him in again. “I’m not going to last like this.” Good. Because I need him inside me very soon. My skin tingles from the sensation of pleasuring him. Giving head hasn’t always been something I’ve liked doing, but with Brou, with his moans of satisfaction, I’m dripping. Dying to have him inside me.
I grasp his ass and hold him tightly as his hot stream hits the back of my throat. I swallow quickly and lick him one last time before he grabs my hands and helps me stand.
He leans down so we’re almost eye to eye when he grasps my face. “I can’t even tell you how incredible that was. You exceed every expectation I have.” I love hearing his praise, knowing I’m the one who’s pleased him. I want to please him. Me. Not the stick-skinny girl with breast implants wearing black lacy lingerie. And I want to do it more than this sex-filled weekend only.
I don’t normally feel insecure, but despite trying to rein the thoughts in, Ollie’s words have left a slight imprint. I bet the other thousand women he’s fucked and dumped said the same thing. Has he used these same words with other women? Am I simply another way to pass the time for him? Scratch his itch?
“When I came to see you, I didn’t know it was going to be like this.” Did he not have to come to Savannah with Ollie? Was it partially, or completely, his choice so he could see me?
“Like what?” I want, and somehow need to hear him say it.
“So good I never want it to end.”
So good I never want it to end.
I don’t want it to end either.