She looks down. “The second one.”
I tip her chin up so she meets my gaze. “Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to throw me onto my bed, Brendan. I want you to fuck the daylights out of me.”
“Good enough.”
I lift her, sling her over my shoulder, and march into her bedroom.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Ava
“Undress,” Brendan commands, after he throws me onto my bed.
I don’t hesitate to obey. Within a minute, my clothes and shoes are flung onto the floor, and then I watch, mesmerized, as he gets rid of his clothes. Then he hovers over me, naked, his hard cock pressing into me. He kisses me, deeply, and then he breaks it and slides his tongue over my breasts, down my abdomen, until he stops between my legs.
“God, you’re slick and wet and gorgeous.” He cups my pussy. “I’m going to eat you until you can’t take it anymore.”
Though I desperately want him inside me, this sounds good too.
I close my eyes—
“Oh, no,” he says. “You keep those eyes open. You watch me eat this sweet pussy, Ava.”
Then I gasp as he slides his tongue over my wet folds. I want to relax, to close my eyes, but I don’t want to disobey Brendan. Strange, but true, so I watch.
I watch as he slithers his tongue over my slit, down to my perineum, and then back up to my clit. My flesh is on fire, and with the touch of his tongue and of his lips, I grow hotter.
“Mmm, delicious.” He groans as he continues licking me.
“Brendan…” But it comes out more like a soft moan.
He works my pussy, licking, sliding, nipping. My nipples are hard and aching, and without thinking, I cup my breasts, still focused on Brendan.
“Yeah, baby,” he says. “Play with those nipples. Make yourself feel good.”
Careful not to close my eyes, I obey him again. I touch both nipples, squeeze them gently. The sparks travel straight between my legs—where Brendan is feasting.
Each tug on my nipples makes the currents running through my pussy more intense.
And watching Brendan… His handsome face between my legs… His hair unbound and tickling my thighs…
“Oh!”
The climax sneaks up on me and rocks through me like an earthquake. When Brendan shoves two fingers inside me, the rumbling strengthens, and I cry out his name.
“Easy, baby,” he says, his chin glistening. “We’re just getting started.”
“So good…” I sigh, still plucking at my nipples. They’re hard and needy and still aching, and I twist them, loving the sensation.
Brendan removes his fingers and sinks his tongue deep into my pussy. The sensation is less intense, but the velvety softness of his tongue is heaven.
In a flash, though, his lips are around my clit, his fingers tunneling into me once more. I’m on the brink of another orgasm, and I tug at my nipples—
“Yes!” I come with more force this time, arching my hips and grinding against Brendan’s face. His stubble scrapes my sensitive inner thighs, and God, it feels heavenly.
I come again and then again, and when Brendan finally pulls his fingers out of me, I’m a heap of mushy flesh.
Mushy flesh that wants to be fucked. That aches to be fucked.
He crawls toward me, his eyes on fire, but instead of plunging into my pussy, he comes closer, dangles his dick between my lips.
“I need to feel your mouth on me, Ava. Please.”
I open for him, and he slides his cock inside my mouth.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “That lip ring. Nothing like it.”
He fucks my mouth slowly at first, but then he glides in and out faster. Part of me yearns for my pussy to be filled, but another part is loving his groans of pleasure as I suck his big cock.
And it’s a damned big cock.
I don’t want to stop, but he pulls out swiftly. “Fuck. Need to be inside you.”
And then he is…thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…
That ache… That empty ache… It’s filled. Completely filled by Brendan’s magnificent cock.
He slides in and out of me, each time jarring my clit, and each time sending me closer, closer, closer…
Until I shatter once more, clamping around him as he thrusts.
“Yeah, baby.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “So. Fucking. Good.” He pounds into me one last time, releasing.
I’m still on the edge of my own climax, and I feel each contraction as he spurts inside me.
And for a moment…
I forget about my grandmother.
I forget about the tower.
I forget about my family’s secrets and lies.
Only Brendan and I exist.
And I wish it could stay this way forever.
Nothing lasts forever, though. The alarm clock wakes me early, and I rise and pad into the shower. The warm rainfall on my head is both relaxing and exhilarating, and I give myself a good exfoliation with my shower pouf.
Until—
A warm body touches mine.
I turn into Brendan’s arms. “Hey… What are you doing up so early?”
“Showering with the love of my life.”
“You should sleep.”
“Mmm.” He kisses my lips. “Can’t. I’m meeting my father for breakfast, and then we’re going to go see Lauren Wingdam.”
“My aunt.” The words come out of my mouth before I can think about them.
“Yeah. In a technical sense.”
“In a genetic sense,” I say. “I wish I could come along.”
“Can Luke or Maya take care of the bakery this morning?”
“No.” I squeeze some shampoo into my palm. “Maybe. If I get the morning bake started. But I don’t like to be out of the bakery during business hours.”
“I know what you mean.”
I kiss him. “I know. And you’ve been really good about leaving your place of business when I need you.”
“You’re number one with me, Ava. But don’t feel like you have to be there this morning for my sake.”
“You don’t need me?”
“I always need you. But this is more for my dad.”
“All right. But tell me everything.”
“Of course.” He lifts me, sets me onto his hard cock. “But first…”
I sigh. True completion. In the shower, only Brendan and I exist, as if we’re in a secluded pond under a waterfall.
I close my eyes and let myself slide into the fantasy…for as long as I can.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Brendan
Dad and I drive up to a large brick ranch house on the edge of Snow Creek’s sister town, Barrel Oaks, Colorado. Don’t blink or you’ll miss it. Barrel Oaks makes Snow Creek look like a thriving metropolis.
But this house…
It’s sprawling, and the lawn is green—not always the norm in the dry desert climate of Colorado—and well-kept.
The driveway is fine gravel and leads to a detached three-car garage. Instead, we park on the street and take the stone walkway to the front door.