Page 95 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“I’m not sure why you ever try.”
She unbuttoned his jeans and made a lusty noise as she licked the palm of her hand and then stroked his cock. Just touching him made her wet, and he was right there with her, hard and eager, eyes as dark as night, breathing heavily. He captured her mouth in a punishingly intense kiss as he pushed his fingers beneath her shorts and directly into her needy center. She gasped into their kiss as they drove each other wild.
He pulled her to the edge of the counter with his free hand. “I want to fuck you.”
She slid off the counter, mourning the loss of his fingers inside her but knowing it was only momentary, and quickly stepped out of her shorts and panties. She turned, bracing her hands against the counter as he sheathed his cock. “Hurry.”
“Christ, baby, you are stunning. Hurrying is not on my agenda.”
He pushed into her, and they both made greedy sounds as they found their rhythm. She looked over her shoulder, taking in the man who had captured her heart, hoping today went well, and knowing if it didn’t, their love was strong enough to carry them through.
“Kiss me—”
“Always,” he said as his mouth came hungrily down over hers.
His hands pushed beneath her shirt, groping and teasing her nipples and driving her out of her blessed mind. When one hand moved between her legs, a long, surrendering moan left her lips.
“Come with me, baby.” He sealed his teeth over the base of her neck, and she felt his thighs flex.
The doorbell sounded, and they both stilled. No! She didn’t want to stop.
She grabbed the edge of the counter with one hand and reached between her legs, fondling his balls the way she knew would make him come. Knowing her man could live up to any challenge, she said, “Come with me in thirty seconds or less and tonight we’ll try any position you want.”
He rammed into her, their hands and bodies working their delectable magic. They gasped and cried out as their orgasms hit—and the doorbell sounded again. Repeatedly.
“Hang on!” Brett hollered toward the door, staying inside her until the last pulse of her release. They reluctantly separated, and he turned her in his arms and took her in another soulful kiss, then smiled down at her. “You look freshly fucked.”
“Feel better?” she asked cheekily.
“Much. Go get cleaned up. I’ll wash up quickly and let them in.”
He smacked her ass as she picked up her cutoffs and underwear. He uttered a curse when a text sounded on his cell phone, then thumbed a response as she hurried into the bedroom.
After washing up, she went to join them, and the girls intercepted her on her way into the kitchen.
“A little pregame orgasmic action?” Tiffany asked.
Sophie laughed, feeling her cheeks flame, and quickly decided to derail this runaway train before it went too far. “We were making dip. You look adorable in that jersey, and I love your skinny jeans.”
“Nice try.” Tiffany leaned closer and said, “Your man’s in the kitchen with our men making the dip.”
Amanda pointed into the kitchen, where Brett was dancing with Adeline, while Mick and Dylan mixed the dip. Sophie’s heart stumbled. Brett was talking to Adeline, dancing like she was a little lady, and Adeline was gazing adoringly at him. She hoped that one day, if things got better with his father, maybe he’d be open to having a family. Realizing how far ahead of herself she was jumping, she looked away, and found Carson and Tawny in the living room. They were looking at the picture of Sophie and Brett standing beneath the willow tree in her parents’ backyard. The picture had arrived in the mail yesterday with a note from Lindsay that said, Now you can start your own picture wall. The second Brett had seen it, he’d gone searching for his hammer.
“Can’t blame a girl for trying,” Sophie said. “Sorry we made you wait.”
“Hey, we’re fine, and look at our men. Do they look the littlest bit bothered by the delay?” Amanda asked. “I heard Carson telling Mick that Brett handed over the reins on the upcoming concert to one of his managers, and apparently that’s a big thing for him, giving up micromanaging. So you two keep up your lovin’, because Brett’s needed you in his life for a long time.”
