My vision tunneled as stars burst behind my eyelids, and the only thing I could do was chant.
“Brian. Brian. Yes. Yes. I’m coming.. It’s coming. Brian.”
His hips pounded into me as my pussy milked his cock. I held him in my vice grip as my body trembled against him. He stilled his movements and sank his dick into me, his hips making shallow thrusts as he felt my pussy cradle him. His lips bit down on my shoulder, his teeth scraping along my skin as a growl emanated from his throat.
Then I felt his cock twitch inside of me before his cum painted the inside of my body.
In a fit of panting and sweat, the two of us collapsed onto the shower floor. He leaned himself against the wa
ll as I knelt on my knees, and soon I was pulled into his lap. He cradled me against his rippling chest, his strong arms holding me close. I tucked my head underneath his chin, quivering from my orgasm as our juices leaked from my body.
I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race.
“A wedding on the mountain?” I asked.
“Figured the pictures would be nice,” he said.
“I think they’ll turn out wonderfully,” I said.
I felt Brian place a kiss on top of my head before he pulled me closer to him.
“Let’s sit here for a second,” he said.
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t moving anyway,” I said.
“Good. Because I’m not ready to leave.”
And his words brought me comfort. Because neither was I.
CHAPTER 18
BRIAN
I woke up to my cell phone ringing on my nightstand. I groaned and reached for it, ready to silence it and roll back over. Amanda was pressed into me, and Lanie was still asleep, and I wanted to treasure this rare kind of morning. If I played my cards right, I could slip myself right in between Amanda’s luscious thighs and wake her up with a mind-blowing orgasm.
But when I saw it was Jack calling, I picked up the call immediately.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“We’ve got a problem,” Jack said.
I slid out of bed, leaving Amanda to sprawl out as I walked into the bathroom.
“One of our warehouses was burned to the ground.”
I splashed some water on my face before I searched for my robe.
“Which one?” I asked.
“The one near you. With all the new fucking materials we’d just bought for our full-time guys. They were being held there until we could get them shipped out.”
“Why didn’t you ship that shit right to L.A.?” I asked.
“We didn’t have the warehouse space cleared out yet. So we used the one near you as a holding tank. You need to get down there, Brian. I’m in fucking L.A.”
“It’s all gone?” I asked.
“From the sounds of it, yes. But I won’t know until you get down there. Look, I know you’re not working right now, but it’ll take me hours to get out there. I just got the call.”