Joe
I take a sip of my beer while I watch my cousin/best friend, Violet, be danced around the floor by her new husband. Shit, I can’t believe she’s married. Hell, I can’t believe she’s married to someone twelve years older, but he makes her happy and seems like a good guy. As long as she’s happy, I’ll keep my trap shut.
I reach up and loosen up my tie. Violet’s lucky. I love her and said yes when she asked me to be her Man of Honor. I figured she would’ve had one of her sisters or Abby or Carrington, but I’m only days older than her, and growing up, she and I were more like brother and sister than cousins.
I feel someone standing next to me and turn to find my mom as she wraps her arms around my waist, so I wrap my arm around her shoulders.
“You look so handsome in your tux. It was a beautiful ceremony, wasn’t it?”
“Thanks, Mom. Yeah it was, and it was the kind I like—short and sweet.” I bend down to kiss her forehead. My mom is a shorty, and I’m tall like my dad—hell, I’m taller than him now.
“That Chloe sure is a beautiful singer.” Yes, she is, and there’s nothing like fighting a hard on standing up in front of a bunch of people, but shit, I’ve been fighting one since the first time I saw Chloe in a long time. It was after Violet’s grandpa passed away and we were at her parents’ house. I’ve never in my life had that kind of reaction to the opposite sex before. I had a body buzz to end all body buzzes, and I knew she felt it too, but I never got the chance to see if anything could happen. She went back to Atlanta before I could make a move.
Yes, Chloe and I share Violet as a cousin, but we’re not related. Chloe’s my aunt Stacy’s cousin on her dad’s family’s side. I’m related on my dad’s side. Over the years, we’ve seen each other at some of Aunt Stacy and Uncle Dustin’s family parties, but we’ve never really spent any time together.
“Yeah, she’s great.” My eyes scan the room, and I find her. She’s with both of her dads standing by the bar. Her hair is so dark it’s almost black; her skin’s like porcelain, but it’s her eyes that truly suck me in. They’re a cerulean blue and surrounded by dark, thick lashes. I would’ve thought they were contacts, but her younger brother, Carter, has the same eyes. Chloe must feel my stare, because she turns and looks right at me.
It gives me a thrill that even from across the room, I see her cheeks turn a light shade of pink before she walks away from her parents. I don’t know why, but she’s been avoiding me all day. I know I can be a little intimidating. Since joining the police force, I’ve put on quite a bit of muscle and have tattoos on both arms. Add in my height and it makes an intimidating package.
My mom kisses my cheek and then goes to my dad. My feet start carrying me toward Chloe when my nephew Dalton comes running toward me. “Hey, little man.” I pick him up and kiss his chubby cheek.
He starts babbling in his secret toddler language that I don’t understand at all. My eyes find her again, and she’s watching us with a small smile on her lips. We head right to her, and this time she doesn’t run. Of course, she acknowledges little man first. “Hey buddy. Aren’t you just the cutest?”
“Thanks,” I tell her with a smirk.
“Haha. You’re such a funny guy.” Dalton squirms in my arms, so I set him down and he runs right to my mom. I shake my head because my parents spoil Abby’s kids rotten, but I love it—I love how happy my sister is. It’s hard to believe that it was so long ago that we almost lost Abby, but now she’s married with three kids and so incredibly happy. Her husband and I work together on the police force, and he’s become a good friend.
I grab her hand. “Dance with me?”
She wants to say no, I can tell, but I don’t give her the chance. I pull her out to the dance floor and begin swaying to the music. Her body feels so good pressed up against mine. In her heels she comes up to my nose, but without them I know she barely comes to my chin. Her tits are high and firm, and in the dress she’s wearing, I’m getting a prime view of her cleavage. She’s thin but soft, with enough curves highlighted in her silky blue dress to make my dick hard.
She smells like flowers and sunshine, and her skin looks so soft and smooth. “You look beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself. The toast you gave was really sweet.”
“I don’t think anything I’ve ever done has been classified as sweet.” I pull her a little closer, not even caring that she can probably tell my cock’s half hard, but it’s her fault.
“Please, I saw you with your nephews earlier. They use you like their own personal jungle gym. You just smiled and let them do it. Last night during the rehearsal dinner, it wasn’t lost on me that your niece sat with you and you guys were coloring for a while.” Her pearly white smile puts an ache in my chest that is completely unfamiliar to me.
“It’s nice to know that you’ve noticed me.”
***
I strip out of my shirt and throw it on the chair in my hotel room. My brother, Parker, wanted to share a room with me, but in the off chance I brought a woman back to my room, I told him to fuck off and to room with our cousin Luke. Unfortunately, I’m here alone with only the images of Chloe to keep me company. I could’ve gone to a bar to pick up a woman for the night if I wanted to—I’ve never had trouble finding a willing woman—but I just don’t feel like it. Strange.
A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I look through the peephole and find the last person I expected to see on the other side of my door: Chloe. When I open it, she stands there in that fucking dress that turns me on like nothing else.
“Hey.” Fuck, I love her sexy, raspy voice.
“What are you doing here?” I stand back and watch her as she steps inside my room. Her sweet scent follows her in. My eyes drift to the back of her dress, and my dick immediately gets hard. The fabric hugs her heart-shaped ass, and all I want to do is grab it.
She stops in the middle of my room, and I let the door shut with a quiet snick. Silence surrounds us, and I’m wondering what’s happening. When Chloe finally turns around, she stuns me. She slips her dress off, and I watch in utter fascination as it slides down her delicious body. She saunters toward me until we’re almost touching.
My mouth salivates as my eyes rake over her body. It’s even better in just teeny, tiny panties. Her hands slide up my chest until they wind around my neck. “I want you to fuck me.”
“You want me to fuck you?” She doesn’t know how badly I want to.
“Yes. I want you to use,” she palms my hard cock through my dress pants, “this. I want you to make me come.”
I don’t think she knows what she’s asking. I have a tendency to be a little rough, a little intense. I’m not sure if I can rein it in, not with her, and that is what I tell her. “Baby, I don’t think you could handle this ride.”
Her lips quirk, and she trails her hand to the button of my pants. With a quick flick of her fingers, they’re undone and my zipper is down. I should stop her, but I’m dying to know what she is going to do next. Chloe doesn’t disappoint when she reaches inside my pants, wrapping her hand around my cock…or at least trying to. My size can sometimes be a problem.
Chloe’s eyes widen comically before she bites her lip and then licks them. I swear my cock pulses in her hand. A drop of come beads at the tip, and she swipes her thumb across it before bringing it up to her mouth and sucking it in. She does this sexy little moan. “You taste good.” A groan slips past my lips.
I should send her on her way and tell her I’m not interested, but I am. Right now I want her so bad I can taste it. My blood is pumping hard through my veins, my cock is leaking, and my body is strung tight.
***
Chloe
I shouldn’t be here right now—I’m too old for him. Hell, I held him when he was a toddler. I’ve heard stories about him, and I know he’s a ladies man. But to be honest, I need a self-esteem boost. A year ago, I was dating Teddy—a total douche bag, but I looked past that because he was gorgeous and good in bed. That was until I found him out at a club one night, two other women hanging on him, and overheard him talk about how frigid I was in bed. They all laughed at my expense. I didn’t bother confronting him because I was humiliated.
I’d snapped a picture of the three of them, and in the parking lot I texted it to him with a big “Fuck You” attached. Then I went to my brother’s, where I got drunk on Jack Daniel’s and then passed right the fuck out. I haven’t been with a man since then, and I just need to know if it’s true what he said.
I grab his hand and bring it to my mouth, sucking a finger in. He groans, and I feel my panties get damp. His cornflower blue eyes darken. I pull his finger from my mouth, take his hand, and place it between my legs. He sucks in a breath, and I know it’s because he can feel how wet I am through my panties. I press his fingers against my clit and move them slowly, moaning because it feels so exquisite.
He holds my stare as I feel his fingers move under the gusset of my panties, sliding through my wetness. My eyes start to close. “Keep them open,” he growls. They pop back open, and goosebumps break out all over my body. A shiver wracks my body as he pushes one finger inside of me. My head falls back, and I moan loud and long.
Joe finally bends down, and his lips are on mine. I open to him immediately, welcoming his tongue to duel with mine. It’s quite clear that he can kiss. His tongue strokes mine, and between that, his finger in my pussy, and my dry spell, I feel like I’m going to come and soon.
I let go of Joe’s hand as he pulls his finger out of me and then pushes two back inside. A groan slips from my lips right into his mouth. My hands wind around the back of his head, and I sink further into the kiss. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispers. “Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”
My channel spasms around his fingers, and it’s his turn to groan against my lips. He curls his fingers inside of me, and he rubs circles around my clit with his thumb. The orgasm hits me hard. Pulling my mouth from his, I cry out. “That’s it, give it to me.” A squelching sound fills the room, and I know it’s because I get really, really wet when I come.
Joe pulls his fingers from my spasming core and brings them to his lips. His tongue lashes out, licking and sucking the soaked digits. I swear just watching him I have a mini-orgasm. He pulls them from his mouth, and his lips curl up in the corners. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”
It happens so fast. I fly through the air, and my back hits the wall. My legs automatically wrap around his hips. I hear the unmistakable sound of material ripping, and then my panties are gone. His lips are suddenly on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and we’re coming together in a gnashing of teeth and flesh.
One hand disappears, and he presses into me harder against the wall. Then I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and then his hips pull back from me. “Pull me out.” I reach between us and drag his zipper down. I reach inside, freeing him from his pants. After taking the condom from him, I slowly sheath him, wishing I could see it better because I’m sure it’s a thing of beauty.
He lines up his cock with my entrance. “Are you ready for me?” His voice is laced with lust.
“Yes,” I whisper. His lips hit mine again before thrusting inside me deep and hard. I cry out because it’s that fine line between pleasure and pain. He doesn’t move, giving me time to adjust to the intrusion. An ache starts deep inside me, and I need him to move. “Please.”
“Please what?” he whispers against my lips.
“I need you to fuck me.” That’s all he needs to hear before he pulls almost all the way out and then thrusts back inside. “Yes,” I cry out.
His lips move to my neck. “You feel so good, baby. So tight…so wet…warm.” The sounds of slapping flesh fill the room, and my eyes roll as he kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin of my neck.
It doesn’t take long before that feeling below starts to build and I’m close to coming. Joe’s lips move until they’re back on mine. We’re not kissing—our lips are merely touching, our breaths mingling. My head flies back, banging into the wall as I come and harder than before.
I keep coming as we’re moving. My back hits the bed, and he begins thrusting into me at a punishing pace. I cry out with each thrust until finally he plants himself to the root and groans against my lips.
Our panting breaths fan against each other’s cheeks. I let my hands drift lightly up and down his back. He pushes up and looks down at me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shake my head. “No, you didn’t.”
He touches his lips to mine. “Good.” I whimper as he pulls out of me and gets up and disappears into the bathroom.
I ease off the bed, already sore between my legs, but I don’t care. It’ll be nice to have that reminder, and now I have the validation that I’m not cold in bed. I pick up my dress off the floor, but before I can get it on, it’s being yanked out of my hands. Joe turns me around to face him, and I can’t help but check out his amazing body. He’s lean but muscular, his arms are covered in ink, and he’s got that v-cut under his abs that makes women do crazy things. None of it compares to his cock. It’s long and thick, and my mouth waters to taste it.
He raises an eyebrow, and I sink to my knees. I grab his cock in my hand and drag my tongue up the underside of it. It starts getting hard again. Slowly I work him over until he’s completely hard. My tongue swirls around the tip before sucking him deep. My lips are stretched tight around his length. I reach down, grab his balls in my other hand, and massage them.
There is a bite of pain as he spears his fingers through my hair and begins fucking my mouth. His urgent grunts and groans are music to my ears. “I’m gonna come,” he says, warning me, but I continue sucking. The first splash of come on my tongue is warm and salty, and I moan at the taste. He keeps coming until he finally pulls his softening cock from my mouth.
Joe lifts me up to my feet and then kisses my lips, unconcerned about the fact I just had his come in my mouth. His tongue snakes inside, and my arms wind around his neck. I feel us moving until I’m flat on my back and he’s half on me and half on the bed. “Stay with me tonight,” he tells me.
“Okay.” Joe situates us, my back firmly against his front. His arms wrap around me tight, and it doesn’t take long before my eyes drift shut.
***
My eyes flutter open as sunlight peeks through the opening in the curtains. Joe’s arm is still wrapped around me, hugging me close. Carefully, I pull his arm up and slide out of the bed. The bedside clock say it’s seven in the morning, so I’ve had a total of three hours of sleep, and I have to be at the airport in two hours.
The ache between my legs is going to be a reminder of the amazing night I had. Joe woke me up shortly after I’d fallen asleep after his blowjob, and he ate my pussy until I came all over his face. Then he’d fucked me so hard that when I came I almost passed out.
I watch him sleep as I slip my dress and heels back on. Quietly, I move to the door, even though I feel guilty about leaving like this. Of course, knowing his reputation, he’ll probably be grateful that he doesn’t have to kick me out of his bed.
I open the door slowly and quietly back out of his room, letting the door shut as soft as possible. I turn around and let out a scream but quickly cover my mouth.
Fuck…My…Life! I stare at my pops; my brother, Carter; my older cousin Stacy, who I call Tay Tay; her husband, Dustin, who is also Joe’s uncle; and Violet’s parents. I’m a grown woman, but right now I feel like I’m fifteen again and getting caught sneaking out to meet a boy. In my head, I chant over and over: be cool, be cool.
“Good morning! How’re y’all doing? I’m just going to grab a coffee downstairs. Does anyone want one?” Before they can answer, I hustle down the hall to my room and quickly slip my keycard in the door. When it turns green, I open it and escape inside. Carter slips through the door before it closes.
“The walk of shame? Seriously?” He chuckles before he plops down on my bed.
“Oh, shut the hell up.” I sit down next to him and bury my face in my hands. “That was so humiliating. What are you doing up so early?” My brother is one of my best friends, even though he’s three years younger than I am.
“Dad woke me and Pops up, so we left him to snore in peace and we had breakfast.”
I rest my head on Carter’s shoulder. “I’m so stupid. I slept with Joe.”
“Violet’s cousin Joe?” He bumps me with his shoulder. “Get ’em, you cradle robber.”
Around anyone else, my brother doesn’t say much, and right about now I wish it was true with me, too. “Shut your pie hole. It was stupid, I know it, but ugh…I’m not talking to you about this.”
“Good. I don’t want to hear about my sister’s sex life. My stomach is turning just at the thought. You better get ready. We’ll have to get you to the airport in two hours.”
I unfortunately can’t stay. I wasn’t able to get anyone to cover my shift on Monday, and one of my co-workers is always trying to get me fired, so I can’t push it. Who knows what she’d try to do?
For the past six years, I’ve worked at Harmon Jewelry, a family-run business. I started out in retail, and then my boss saw my design book and had me make a couple of pieces; he hired me as a designer right on the spot. Hailey is the other designer, and she’s always been jealous of me. It’s not my fault my sales are better than hers—I’m just always able to capture the look that the client wants.
“I hate that I’m missing brunch and presents. Fucking Hailey!” I climb off the bed, grab my stuff, and head into the bathroom. After a quick shower, I pull the rubber band out of my hair and brush it out before throwing it back up. I skip makeup and just moisturize and brush my teeth.
I throw on jean shorts and a tank top. I slip my feet into my black Adidas and tie my cardigan around my waist. After shoving everything into my bag, I step back into my room and find Carter gone and Joe standing in the middle of the room with two cups of coffee.
He holds one out to me. “Your brother said you’d need this.”
I take it from him. “Thanks. What are you doing here?”
His deep voice rumbles. “I woke up and you were gone. I ran into your dad in the hall, and he said you were getting ready to head to the airport. I’m here to offer my services.” I take a sip from my coffee cup.
“You want to take me to the airport? Why?”
“Why not? Maybe I’m just a nice guy and want to spend a little more time with you before you go.”
Wow, I was not expecting that. “Okay, sure.”
I move through the room and make sure I have everything. Joe doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his eyes on me as I move throughout the suddenly small space. His woodsy scent fills my nose, and pieces of the night before flash through my mind, making my nipples tingle. He’s got the kind of stamina that I thought was only possible in romance novels.
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I pick my coffee up off the table. “I’m ready.”
Joe, being the gentleman, takes my bag from me. He holds the door open for me, so I pass by and step out into the hall. In companionable silence, we walk side by side to the elevator and ride down to the lobby.
My dad is waiting to get on the elevator when the doors open. “Hey, Dad.” He wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight.
“Hey, honey. I can’t believe you can’t stay for the rest of the festivities. Fuck Hailey.” He’s heard me say “fuck Hailey” enough that he and Pops have both said it to me. It’s now a running joke.
With a laugh, I wrap my arms around him. “I know, but it’s okay—I need to get home to Ragnar and Lagertha.” I’m a total Vikings nerd and named my cats after my two favorite people.
“You and those damn furballs. I want you to call us as soon as you’re home. Your dad’s outside having a cigarette. Make sure you give him hell when you say goodbye.” He kisses my forehead. “I love you, munchkin.”
“I love you, Daddy.” I walk toward the doors outside and hear Joe say goodbye to my dad. Sure enough, when I step through the doors, I find my pops smoking a cigarette. Over the years he’s smoked on and off, but it was only after my uncle Gary’s death that he started up again. That’s why Dad never says anything, because Uncle Gary and Pops were really close and it hit him really hard.
“Hey, Papa. I’m getting ready to leave.”
He puts his cigarette out and wraps me in a hug. “I hate that you’re leaving already.” He looks over my shoulder, and I know he’s looking at Joe. Leaning in close to my ear, he whispers, “I believe there’s a story I need to hear there.”
“Hmmm…maybe. I love you. I already promised Dad that I’d call when I get home.”
“Good girl. Be safe, and Joe, I expect you to get my daughter to the airport safely.”
Joe comes up next to me and holds his hand out. “You bet, Mr. Hutchins.”
“Your dads are both great,” Joe says as we pull out of the parking lot. “How old were you when they adopted you?”
“I was almost four, and Carter was almost one.” I lean my head back on my seat because honestly I’m exhausted and I don’t want to talk about a past I vaguely remember. “I still can’t believe Vi is married now. Diego is a good guy, and he can put up with our crazy families.”
“I thought mine was crazy until I met yours.” Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him look at me and smile. God, he’s got a great smile. I can see why he has no problem getting into a woman’s panties, present company included.
“They are pretty crazy, but I love them. Things have slowly started to get back to normal since Uncle Gary died. Fuck, that was hard on everyone. I still can’t believe it. My pops was the baby, and Uncle Gary really took him under his wing when they were growing up.” My nose begins to burn, and my eyes begin to mist over.
Joe surprises me by placing his hand on mine. I continue to stare out the window, but I squeeze his back.
When we reach the airport, I’m slightly disappointed. I wanted more time with him, but why?
Joe pulls the car up to the entrance, grabs my bag out of the back, and comes around to my side. He stops right in front of me, reaching out and stroking my cheek with his thumb. “I had a great time last night. Can I look you up if I’m in Atlanta?”
My belly warms at the thought. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” He leans down, kissing me slowly and thoroughly, but all too soon he pulls back.
“All right, baby, have a safe flight.” I give him a smile before pulling away and heading inside the airport, knowing I’ll probably never see him again unless it’s because our families get together. Oh, well…tomorrow he’ll be on to the next girl and I’ll be forgotten.