So fucking hot, my hands undoing her robe. I didn’t stop until I placed my hands on her bare hips. She was completely naked under this thing. Goddamn.
“I heard,” I said, dropping to my knees. I smelled her sex before my kneecaps even hit the floor, her perfect pussy untamed besides a slight shaping to her tiny curls. I wasn’t really big on women doing too much work down there. I liked it all, liked it natural.
I placed a hand between her legs, touching a kiss to her mound which effectively got me a quiver to her honey-toned thighs. This woman did taste like honey everywhere. “God, if I can’t stop tasting you.”
And God, if she didn’t want me anywhere else. Her legs easily parting for my fingers and lips. Her fingers buried into my scalp and the mess of curls I had lazily dragging over my brows. I’d let them get too long over the summer. A nightmare to tame even on the days I had patience for it. I was about ninety percent sure I had a halo of them over my head, but Bri didn’t seem to mind them, and really, I did nearly blow my load when she tugged me back by them to look up at her.
“You’re being bad,” she said, and without warning, threw a thigh over my shoulder. Her clit glistened in front of me, completely drenched, but when I growled in for a taste, she held me away from her. She was teasing me, being bad herself. “I told you. I’m trying to cook for you.”
Yeah, she definitely liked control. But as I was a fan of that too, I eased her leg off my shoulder, spreading her wide. I had all I needed to eat right here.
I fucking showed her, latching onto her like a man deprived. She cursed above me, still fighting me when she added a hand to my scalp. She yanked—hard—at my curls, but my only response was to roar, pining her thighs down and sucking her lower lips into my mouth.
“Fuck, Ramses.”
The sound of her giving in, giving in to me, and what a glorious one it was.
Her nails dug deep into my scalp now, guiding me on to the task as she rocked her hips in the direction of my tongue. This was still her trying to take control, and I gathered the back of her thighs, slowing down her ministrations.
“Slow down, Jersey girl.” She was going to enjoy this, and she was going to let me give it to her. I blew heat over her sex. “Slow, let me have this.”
I didn’t know if she’d listen. So stubborn, so imagine my surprise when the tension left her legs and her back eased against the wall. I stared up, and she had a tit out, perfectly beaded and hanging heavy above me.
I fisted it, guiding her clit into my mouth as I made her ride my face. I grabbed her ass, flesh hot and pinched between the spaces of my fingers.
“Oh, hell,” she gasped. “I’m going to come.”
Hell indeed, and I was going to get her there, Bri on the tips of her perfect little toes. There wasn’t much about this woman that wasn’t.
She gushed into my mouth like a river, crushing through brick walls as she came. I hoovered in every drop, and she let me, to her mouth in the next second when I trapped her against the wall and made her taste herself.
Her moan between my biceps jerked my cock, the girth probing above her tummy. The fact I completely dwarfed this girl turned me the hell on like nothing else, but even cradling her face, I couldn’t deny a buzz sounding from within the room. My phone was ringing.
It probably hadn’t stopped.
I didn’t think Bri noticed since I’d been distracting her. Not on purpose, and honestly, she’d distracted me too. It hadn’t been until I made her come and had her juices in my mouth I’d been pulled back into reality.
Out of the corner of my eye, my phone dimmed, silent, but I clearly knew who it’d been. I also knew I was still technically December’s man of honor and she obviously needed me for something.
“Mmm. Breakfast now?” Bri asked, knotting her arms around my waist. “Or are you still hungry?”
I definitely was, but when the phone buzzed once more, I realized I had to handle some business first.
My knuckles grazed Bri’s cheek. The phone fell into silence for the third or fourth time, who knew, and when she hadn’t noticed, I felt like an ass. She was completely in this moment where I’d allowed my thoughts to run off. But the sooner I handled whatever this call was, I could come right back to her. I could be here with her completely.
I kissed her knuckles. “Mind if I, uh, head to the bathroom first?” I smiled. “That is, if you have one of those.”
I was joking because of the lack of furniture she had in her living room, and she obviously had a bathroom, so what I said didn’t make any sense at all. But I liked that she played along when she shoved me. I liked her playful side completely.
“You really are naughty.” Her head shook, and all those delicious waves of jet black cut across her clean face. Before she left, she captured a hand behind my ass. She was an ass woman, noted. A gentle squeeze before she slapped it. “It’s down the hall. Kitchen the same. Follow the sounds.”
Before I let her leave, I got her mouth, planning to make quick work of whatever this was with Prinze and December so I could get back to her.
Back to this.
Bri
Ramses took a long time. In fact, so long I went down the hall just to check on him. He was obviously fine, but typically men didn’t take as long as women when it came to getting themselves together in the morning. I heard the shower running when I arrived at the door and almost knocked to ask if he needed anything. I’d actually left towels in there for him. Being proactive and all that. I assumed he might want a shower later, and I guess I was being a little bit anal retentive.
I stopped at the sound of voices.
Just his, but he was talking to someone. I heard one name, December, but it’d been enough for me to step back since I recognized it. I read it on menus when I arrived at the reception last night.
His friend.
His friend who’d just gotten married. His friend who he’d admitted being in love with back in high school. His friend who (again, just got married) he secretly spoke to behind my bathroom walls…
With shower on.
All right then.
I didn’t consider myself one of those women who jumped to conclusions. I was reasonable, but that most certainly didn’t make me blind. Especially when it came to some of the conversations we’d had last night. The reason we came together in the first place and fucked basically like animals last night. I’d been hurting, yes.
But he had been too.
He said he was less happy than something else, i.e. hurting.
Gliding away from the door, I left Ramses to it, that conversation and whatever that was not my business. That was his friend, not mine, and I didn’t know the dynamics of their relationship. Him talking to her the day after her wedding might have been perfectly okay. And possibly was on her end.
She wasn’t in love with him.
He said he had loved her. Had.
Easing a breath, I tabled all unreasonable thoughts and returned to the gravy. I had it set to slow burn, the biscuits I’d made to go with it off to the side. I’d had to make do with what I had in the condo today. I didn’t go to the store a lot, usually had someone deliver.
I turned the burner off in thought, then placed my hands on granite counters tops, trying really freaking hard to convince myself the guy who’d gone down on me just this morning (and hell, had he been good at that) wasn’t still in love with his high school crush—a married woman.