Use Me (Caldwell Brothers)

I have no idea how to respond to that. He seems very angry, and I don’t want to provoke him, especially being alone with him. Therefore, I change the subject.

“So, you got in a fight?”

“Making bank in underground MMA. I’m good. The best. Better than Jagger ever was.”

I hear the door shut and feet pounding up the stairs. Then Angelo is standing there with a bottle of wine in his hand, looking at me to gauge my reaction.

I feel a smile spread and turn around so he doesn’t see it. Not because I don’t want him to know I appreciate the gesture, but because I don’t want him to see just how much I appreciate it.

“Where would I find the cork screw?” I ask, still smiling as I open a drawer.

I jump when I hear the sound of the electric screwdriver and look back to see he has a screw shoved into the cork and is using the screw gun to remove it.

He shrugs, Buck laughs, and all I can do is smile.

When we sit down to eat, dinner conversation is all about the gym and what Buck thinks needs changing, starting with the name. He complains that it’s all Jagger’s idea, the Legacy “shit,” and since Angelo owns part of it, he, too, should be represented.

“Nothing wrong with a legacy,” he tells Buck then stares at him in a way that no one says a word.

After we clean up the paper plates and containers, he offers to walk me out, which I suppose means I’m leaving.

At the bottom of the stairs, he stops and looks at me. “Thanks for dinner.”

“Thanks for the wine,” I reply, unable to stop smiling, so I look down.

He takes my hand and walks over to a door that I see is an office when he opens it. He lets go of my hand as he steps behind a desk and grabs something. It’s dark, so only when he walks around the desk do I realize he has flowers. Beautiful flowers.

“For me?” I whisper.

He nods and hands them to me.

“I don’t know what to say. This is a first for me.” I smell them. “My God, they smell amazing.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels as he eyes the bow on my wrap dress. My nipples tighten immediately as his eyes slowly move up my body, considering me for a moment. Then he takes a deep breath.

“You look amazing in that dress.” He reaches for the belt and tugs me closer to him. Then he leans forward and inhales my scent. “Picked those flowers because they smell like you.”

“I smell like lilies?” I whisper.

“Sweet up here.” He pushes my hair behind my ear with one finger. Then he leans in as he tugs on the belt, causing the dress to fall open. Hooking his ankle on the chair behind him, he drags it closer to him, then sits down before reaching out and gripping my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he pulls me closer. He then leans down, resting his nose just below my belly button and inhales deeply. “Sweet and spicy down here.”

“Angelo,” I whimper as he kisses my belly lightly then pulls me forward and groans when I am straddling him. He unties the rest of the belt and lets it dangle beside me.

I am painfully turned on, my nipples knotted so tightly, needing his touch. My pussy grows wetter every second as he grips my hips again and grinds up against me.

“I am hard... Always so fucking hard for you. How does that make you feel?”

I open my mouth to respond, and only a whimper comes out.

He slowly moves his hands up my sides until he cups each breast, running his thumbs up and down my bra. “I get off thinking about these tits, Tatum. How does that make you feel?”

“G-G-Good,” I whimper.

“I have never wanted my cock buried inside of a woman the way I want to bury it inside of you.”

“Please,” I pant as I begin to rock my hips while his reaches inside my bra and pulls my tits out.

He leans in and very slowly runs his hot, wet tongue across one nipple, then the next. “Your skin is like a dessert, Tatum. I crave your taste before I even eat dinner. Fuck, I crave a lick between bites.” He licks me again, circling my nipple as he groans.

I press my breasts against his face shamelessly, needing, wanting, begging for more. And he gives it. He opens his mouth and sucks passionately at my breast while kneading the other, looking up at me, watching my every reaction as I watch his.

I reach behind my back, unclasp my bra, and then pull it off. Now he grips both breasts in his hands and squeezes as he bites and tugs on my nipples, one and then the other repetitively.