“Don’t fucking look at her,” Donovan growls, and I snort another laugh. He’s so angry, but there’s no bite to his bark.
“Don’t look at her?” Tidas laughs along with me. “Do I smell pie?”
“It’s my pie. Stop fucking around.”
“I love pie.” Tidas tries to push his way back into the house, but Donovan makes a grab for him again.
“There is more than enough pie.” I rush over and touch Donovan’s arm before the two of them get into a real fight.
“It’s my pie,” Donovan grumbles as he releases his brother, only to make a grab for me. He pulls me into his giant body, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Wait a second, you deliver the mail,” Tidas says, and his grin widens. “So much shit is adding up now.”
“Watch your mouth in front of her,” Donovan growls again.
“You said ‘fuck’ two seconds ago.” Tidas throws his hands up. “You’ve really gone and lost it now.” He shakes his head, but he’s fighting a smile. “So about that pie?” Donovan lunges for his brother, who jumps backwards out of his grasp before he spins and takes off out the front door.
“I always wanted a sibling,” I admit.
Donovan is still glaring out the door at his brother's back. I think the only reason he didn’t chase after him is because he’s still got his arm wrapped around me. I reach out and push the door closed.
“Siblings aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.” He drops his arm, locking his front door this time.
“He’s a good man, though, right?”
“Why?” He turns, folding his arms over his chest and blocking the front door. No one is getting in or out right now.
“Why?” I repeat. That’s not really an answer to my questions.
“Do you have a thing for my brother?” he blurts out.
“What?! No!” Donovan drops his arms, and the jacket he’s still holding falls to the floor as he shifts on his feet. It suddenly hits me hard what is going on here. “Donovan, I’ve had a crazy crush on you for months.” His eyes widen a fraction. “Why do you think I grabbed you in there and kissed you so suddenly? I’ve been dying to kiss you. This might come as a surprise to you, but I don’t grab men and kiss them.”
“Better not,” he grumbles, and I take a step toward him.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” I admit shyly. If Donovan is going to face some of his insecurities and maybe even fears, I’m going to lay some of my truths out for him too.
“How is that possible?”
“It’s a small town. Who wants to kiss someone everyone else did?” I scrunch my nose. “You haven't kissed someone else from Hollow Oak, have you?” I know I’m only teasing him, but I still have jealousy rush through me at the very thought. Donovan might not know how attractive he is, but the other girls in town will.
“No,” he barks.
“Do you let any of them kiss you?” I press myself against him.
“You’re teasing me.”
“Maybe a little bit.” His hard cock presses into the front of me, and I can feel something wet.
“I need to change.” His cheeks are pink as he looks at the floor.
“Did you cum earlier?” I watch as Donovan’s cheeks flush further, and he nods.
“Been wanting to taste you for a long time, sunshine. My control isn’t great.”
I noticed that. When I’d told him to kiss me back, he snapped. Whatever had been holding him back broke free, and he finally took what he’s been wanting.
“You’re still hard.” I lick my lips.
“I’ll change and we’ll have pie.” I ignore his comment as I go for the buttons of his pants.
He doesn’t stop me as I give his pants a tug and drop to my knees in front of him. This intense need to give this man pleasure and for him to see how badly I want him has me pushing past any shyness. Plus, him cumming on himself while he went down on me is making me feel all kinds of sexy about myself.
“Sunshine,” he warns.
“I love that you call me that.” I want to be his sunshine more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
He groans when I wrap my hand around his cock and start to pump. I knew he’d be big. I’d felt him pressed against me, but damn. I have no idea how it will ever fit inside of me because it’s going to be hard to get my mouth wrapped around him.
A bead of cum leaks from the tip of his cock, and I sweep my tongue across it, getting a taste of what I do to him. Another groan comes from him, and I know I’m going to be addicted to making more of those sounds come from his big body. He leans back against the door, bracing himself, and I open my mouth and take him into me.
“Sunshine,” he moans, reaching down for my braid and wrapping it around his hand. He fists it as I start to bob my head back and forth. “Fuck,” he groans when I take him all the way to the back of my throat.
The sounds he makes as I suck him drive me wild, and without thinking, my free hand finds its way into my jeans. My fingers quickly go to my clit and rub it, searching for relief.
“You’re touching yourself? Fuck me. I’m not going to last.” That makes two of us. I have no idea how I’m about to cum again, but I am. “You’re going to cum with me, aren't you?”
He’s not asking, he’s telling me. I feel a hard tug on my braid, and I moan around his cock, staring up at him.
“Now,” he says through clenched teeth as he thrusts forward, and his cock hits the back of my throat.
It set me off just like when we were in the kitchen. When that switch inside of him flips and he takes over, my body is lost to him. I’m his for the taking.
His release explodes into my mouth, and I hurry to swallow him as my fingers rub out the rest of my orgasm. When he pulls his cock out of my mouth, I start to drop backward, having no strength left in me. Donovan’s strong arms come around to cradle me as he leans down and scoops me into his arms.
I snuggle close as a rush of emotions fill me. When he sits down on the couch and kisses the top of my head, I close my eyes. He’s taking care of me, and I never want him to stop.
Chapter Eight
Donovan
“I need to get up,” Gracie says sleepily against my neck.
“Why?” I hold her tighter, not even close to being ready to let her go.
“I promised I’d help out at the corn maze tonight.”
“What’s that?”
She looks up at me and smiles, cocking her head to the side. “You really aren’t from around here, are you?” I shake my head, and she places a kiss on my cheek. “It’s out on the old Witlock farm. They grow over an acre of corn every year just to make the corn maze. The local farmers come and sell pumpkins and stuff, and there’s hayrides for the kids. It’s pretty cute, and all the money goes to the local food bank. I like to help when I can, and they’re short-staffed tonight.”
“Oh.” I’m already wondering how long she’s going to be there and if I can go with her and just wait.