Page 16 of Protecting His Brat
“Nah, man. It’s not bad. I can hear the whole arrangement in my head. Driving beats, shredding guitar, but all taken down a notch. It’ll get the panties wet, that’s for sure.” A naked pair of legs walk into the frame behind him, and I look away before I could see anymore. “Hey man, my guest for the weekend just woke up from the orgasm coma I put her in. Gotta go. Next week, let's get together and start arranging this. Maybe get the guys together and put out a teaser clip online.”
I don’t bother responding. Once a pair of legs are in front of him, Geoff forgets everything else exists.
After hanging up, I keep plucking at the guitar strings, trying to refine the words and notes tumbling around inside my head. It isn’t working. My eyes keep drifting up the clock on the wall. Lacy’s been gone four hours. What in the hell could be taking so long?
Normally, I get lost in the music. I’ve been known to sit in my place and write for days without a break. When I’d been using and drinking, it could be weeks. But now, I want to have Lacy here with me. Write with her face and body and spitfire spirit in close proximity. She’s become my muse over the past month. I have a notebook full of lyrics that can all be traced back to her. Not all of them are love songs. There were some harsh words in there too. But I wouldn’t trade any of it for another woman.
The front door opens, quietly enough that it might just be my ears playing tricks on me. Wishful thinking and all that. Lacy doesn’t do anything quietly. She stomps, slams, and struts her way through life.
Still hoping it will be her, I leave behind my guitar and make my way to the kitchen, where she almost always heads first. She’s there. In front of the open fridge, staring inside like she’s not actually seeing anything. “Hey, Beauty. How’d it go?”
Lacy jumps a little at my voice. Her normally bright, fire-filled eyes look dull. Distracted. “Um, it was okay. They aren’t sure when my accounts will be freed up. It could take a couple days. Maybe a couple weeks. I hope you’re okay with me staying a while longer.”
“Okay? I think it’s great. Stay as long as you need. Stay forever.” The idea of her in my space for all of time just feels right. I rest my hands lightly on her hips and bend to kiss her shoulder. Lacy shivers, but I’m not sure if it’s from the brush of my lips against her skin or the chill coming from the fridge. “You hungry? I can make you something.”
She cranes her head around, staring into my eyes for a long moment. The sadness and pain there drill a hole straight into my heart. “I’m not hungry for food.” A cat on the prowl for fresh cream has nothing on Lacy as she turns in my grasp and starts walking forward, trying to get closer.
I back away. She’s had a tough day. She should rest. We need to talk. I can’t keep taking her to bed with so many half-truths and secrets between us. I need it all out there. “Let’s sit down. I’ll get you some wine. I have the fancy boxed stuff.”
That wrings the tiniest of laughs from her.
“We’ll chill out, order take out. Just veg. Sound good?”
“No. I’ve got a taste for something else. Something better than take out. Something…” She grips my cock through my shorts. And yeah, I’m hard. It’s just the natural state of things when the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen or known is standing in front of me. Touching me. “Something more filling.”
My throat goes dry. There’s no hesitation in her touch. The grip she has on me, not only my dick, but my heart, too, is so strong, my knees go weak for a moment. “That can wait, Lace. I want you to tell me about everything that happened.”
An unfamiliar darkness clouds her eyes. Similar to the times she’d been half awake after the attack in the alley. Someplace between conscious and sleep, still terrified. Only she’s awake now, and the fear coating her features is palpable. She quickly shakes it off, replacing it with that sassy glint in her eye that I love. But a shadow lingers.
She leans in, her lips a hair's breadth away from mine. As she speaks, her mouth brushes against mine, testing every ounce of willpower I have. “Come on. You don’t honestly want to talk when my hand is on your cock…right?” The pink tongue I love to suck on darts out, swiping at my lips. Teasing me into reacting. “We both know you’re only good at one thing. And it doesn’t involve words. You’re good with your hands. Great with your tongue. Fantastic with your cock. Let’s focus on your strengths.”
Yeah, her words piss me off, more because I know she doesn’t mean a goddamn one of them. We’ve had a lot of conversations the past few weeks. Talked about philosophy and art. Fashion. Books. Movies. Not music, though. That’s been off limits.
“Come on. Be a good boy-toy and lick my pussy until I cream on your face. Buy me some presents. That’s how this works, remember?”
My eyes narrow. Somewhere, my brain is telling me she’s trying to push me. Get a reaction. But the rest of me is boiling with resentment and fear. “Make you come and buy shit. That all I’m good for?”
“You know it is. Just like I’m only good for making you come and being a pain in the ass.” She snakes her hand into the elastic of my shorts, her hot palm against my even hotter flesh. Without mercy, she pumps me up and down until I’m damn near out of my mind with lust.
Hands fisted at my sides, I refuse to give in. She needs something from me, but it’s not my cock. I need to give her understanding, a shoulder. The need to comfort rips me from the inside, but I don’t know how to give her those things, which hurts just as badly. “That isn’t all you’re good for, and you know it.”
“Sure, it is. I’ve got a hot body men can’t help but want. And a smart mouth they want to shut up. Preferably with their cock.” She leans in further, bringing her sinful mouth to my ear. “Tell me you haven’t thought that exact thing when I’m giving you shit. That you wanted to shut me up by fucking my face.”
Shame and arousal pound through me in equal measure. I have thought that. Pictured it. But she’s more than that. Her business savvy and mind for public interest are unlike anything I’ve seen. Without a doubt, she could give my entire PR team a run for their money. And when she allows it, she’s sweet. Funny.
Before I can refute her words, Lacy drops to her knees, taking the loose gym shorts I’d been working in with her. My hard cock slaps against my stomach, and a new wave of shame crashes through me that I’m erect while Lacy is obviously hurting.
“You haven’t let me taste it yet. I’ve wanted to, so many times.” Her hands grip my hips, even while I try to back up, she pulls them forward and takes my cock to the back of her throat. Then swallows.
My body bows, shoulders pressed against the wall and hips arching toward her warm wet mouth.
I need to stop her. This isn’t right. But fuck, it feels right, and my brain begins to shut down as my dick takes over. He’s in charge now. Somewhere behind the rush of erotic sensations, I know I’ll regret this later. But fuck if I can stop myself.
Lacy begins bobbing up and down my length. Her fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, those long nails of hers most likely leaving angry red slashes. I don’t care. I’ll take them, because I know they aren’t a fraction of the pain she’s feeling. Taking me deeper and deeper with every pass, her lips are brushing against the course hairs at my base in no time. She’s moaning, her eyes locked on me. The shadows are gone now. Lust is lighting up those pretty brown irises in a way that is completely familiar to me by now.
“This what you need, Beauty? Need me to take everything else away?”
She nods without letting go of my cock.
