Smith

 

 

"You haven't said a damn word." I walk up behind her and rest my hands on her shoulders. She's wearing a royal blue, off –the-shoulder, dress today. Her hair is tied into a high ponytail and her face is freshly washed.

I should know. I blew my load all over her mouth and onto her tongue an hour ago in the shower at my place after we got back from the gym. I returned the favor and licked her to an orgasm before we both got dressed to head here.

"I think this place is magnificent." Her eyes travel over the details on the ceiling. "You can't recreate something like this, Smith. I'm telling you this is a rare jewel."

I'd agree if she were talking about herself. Brynn is my jewel. She's the brightest light I've ever seen. Over the past month, she's worked hard on finishing up the bedroom for the Pentlows and now that they've offered her the rest of the apartment to redesign, she's on cloud nine. She's also putting her all into the show suite at The Beryl. She's not happy with how she landed that gig, but she's determined to prove that she's worthy of it. 

I've listened to her talk non-stop about her plans for this place. It's the brownstone in Brooklyn that I'm fixing up for my sister and her kids.

"Your designer's touch is going to bring this place back to life." I kiss her softly on the back of her neck. "I love the ideas you have for the boys' rooms. They're going to lose it, Petal. Once they walk in and see what you've done, I swear to fuck they're going to lose it."

She spins around and smiles up at me. "I want this to be a home, a real home that they can grow in and build memories in. Just like Simon's family is doing on the Upper East Side."

We've been over to Simon's place twice this past month for dinner. My family loves this woman. They can't get enough of her. I can't blame them for that. I feel the very same way about her.

"It'll be the perfect home for them." I glance over at the red brick fireplace. "I think we should paint the fireplace white, and add a mantel made of reclaimed wood."

Her brows peak. "Oh is that so? You can't call yourself an expert just because video clips of you hammering a nail into a piece of wood have gone viral."

"There are so many dirty things I can say in response to that." I skim a finger over her now-hardened nipple. "I'll refrain until we're back at my place."

"I wish they would have called the segment something other than Smith's Sweat Equity."

That was the brainchild of Resa. She's the one who dubbed my once-a-week segment on Rise and Shine with that name. It's not original, it doesn't slide off the tongue, but it does capture the essence of what I'm doing.

We had no idea how popular those ten-minute segments would become. They've racked up millions of views online in just a few short weeks.

I don't give a shit about any of that. I work here as often as I can, tearing down walls, building new ones and eating dinner with my love on the workbench we've christened our new dining room table.

I'm creating a home for my sister with my own hands. I did the same for my brother. I take care of my own. It's part of the fabric of who I am.

I'm thankful as fuck that part of my deal with taking this on Rise and Shine is that they are footing half the bill for the contractors I've hired. I do as much of the work as I can, but I'm not a professional. I'm just a guy who loves working with his hands so he can give the people he loves a better life.

"What would you have called it?" I ask with a sly grin. "Smith's Hard Body? Smith's Hands Can Handle It? Smith and His Huge Hammer?"

"Save those for our private sex tapes." She runs her hands down the front of my blue button down shirt.

"We're making a sex tape?" I unbuckle my belt. "I think we need to rehearse for that."

"Here?" Her eyes scan the floor and the pile of drop cloths I threw in the corner for when I finally get to the painting stage.

"Let me set the scene." I tug her dress down until her perfectly round tits pop out. "I suck on these beauties first."

I lower my mouth to her left breast and slowly draw her pebbled nipple between my teeth.

She hisses at the sensation. "Go on."

I yank the dress down in one fluid movement until it's puddled around her sandaled feet. "Then I lick a path all the way to the most perfect pussy in the world."

Her hands tangle in my hair as I sweep my tongue over her smooth, soft stomach while I slide her blue lace panties off.

"Get to the part where there's actual fucking."

I smile against her tender flesh. "Your wish is my command, you impatient little Petal."

I stand, lift my chin in silence to motion her to take a step back and then another and as she does, I lose every piece of my clothing until she's on her back on the drop cloths, her legs wrapped around me.

"Don't ask me if this has a happy ending." I slide my dick inside her lush, beautiful body.

"It does." She moans as she claws at my arms. "He loves her and she…"

Fuck my dick. It always interrupts her right when she's about to tell me she loves me. I pump hard, so fucking hard. I want to screw those three words out of her. I want to hear them. I need to.

"He loves her," I say through clenched teeth." And she…"

Her back arches as she chases her first release of the afternoon. "She loves him, oh fuck, does she ever love him."