Millionaire Hero (Freeman Brothers 4)

The noise had caught Gabe’s attention, and he came running out of his office into the lobby. I ended the kiss but kept my arm wrapped around her.

“Let’s go. We can put the flowers in water at my place,” I said.

I looked over at Gabe, who had his eyes locked firmly on Justin. Bryn’s ex was still on the ground, grumbling as he started to get to his feet.

“I can handle him,” Gabe said. “You go.”

Keeping myself between Justin and Bryn, I guided her across the lobby toward the door. We hopped in my truck where it was parked right outside and headed back to my place. There was nothing that was going to keep me from Bryn now. I was done playing games. Done pretending I didn’t know what I wanted or that we were just having fun together. She was everything to me. And that everything was so much more than I ever could have imagined existing.

I looked over and saw Bryn sitting in the passenger seat, and I knew I never wanted to be away from her.39BrynMy mouth was on Nick before he even got the door open. As he fumbled with the doorknob, I kissed him with everything in me. The door opened and we tumbled through, our mouths playing across each other hungrily. Our tongues tangled, and his hands roved over my body. I couldn’t touch him in return because of the flowers and donuts still in my hands, but he took care of them as soon as we got inside.

He took the flowers and tossed them to the side table. “We’ll put those in water in a little bit.” He took the donuts from me and tried to put them on the table, but they slid off and landed with the lid partially open. “And that will be a snack later.”

I giggled and threw my arms around his neck for another kiss. We started toward the couch.

I ran my hands down his chest and stopped at his belt. Our lips pressed into one another with the giggling anticipatory rush of adrenaline that only ever happened with him. I was giddy with desire, hopelessly incapable of thinking beyond his body and mine, intertwined right here and right now. There was nothing else that existed. The donuts could wait.

Pulling on the belt, I yanked it to the side to unbuckle it and grasped the leather hard to pull it through the golden loop, releasing it from the hook. Nick’s fingers were pulling my shirt up over my shoulders, and I had to stop momentarily, breaking our embrace, to allow him to pull it all the way off me. As it flew across the room and landed somewhere around the television, I turned my attention back to his pants, pulling at the button and finding the zipper in the crease of my knuckle and thumb. As I pulled down, the promise of his throbbing cock made my core hot and wet, and my lips tingled.

As the pants fell down his legs, pooling at his feet, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight. The thick, round bulge in his boxer-briefs pressed into my stomach, and my mind ran wild with the anticipation of it sliding into me, lighting me up with every inch.

His fingers worked quickly to unhook my bra, and I pulled my shoulders forward to let the straps slip over them. The cool air rushed across my exposed chest as my heavy breasts fell away from the fabric and bounced. I watched his eyes follow the bounce and smiled. I leaned back in his embrace, and he took the invitation to kiss down my neck until his lips reached one nipple, taking it onto his tongue. I gasped as his warm breath closed around the taut, perky, pink nipple, and his tongue swirled around it. Filling his hand with my other breast, he kneaded into me, and his cock twitched at my center.

I reached down and caressed the stiff package with both hands, rubbing along the side as it pressed into my abdomen. The groan that escaped his chest told me he wanted more, and I hooked my fingers into the waistband and began to pull down. Nick released my breast from his lips, and I took the initiative to kneel in front of him. On my knees, I pulled the restrictive boxers down and revealed his cock slowly. When it finally sprung out at me, I smiled up at him as I wrapped one hand around the base.

Opening my lips slowly, I slid my tongue along the head, gathering up the sticky, sweet fluid that gathered there. He shuddered in my grasp and moaned. I loved hearing that sound come from him, knowing that I was the only person who could please him this way. I took him into my lips, my tongue sliding underneath and my hand stroking him until he was brushing against the back of my throat, and he cried out in the agony of pleasure.