Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

I could live inside her pussy for the rest of my life.

BENNETT

* * *

I’d thought Cash had told her everything while I’d been in my meeting. But when he’d said, mid-fuck, that he had to tell Julia some things, I knew instantly he hadn’t. Yet. I couldn’t blame him for forgetting about it. He’d had a hot, naked, eager woman on his lap. Not just any woman, our woman.

While Cash doubted Julia’s ability to get past his arrest for rape, I believed in her. Knew she’d see it for what it was: a scorned, crazy woman wanting revenge. Hell, I’d believed in Cash from the very beginning of the fucked up mess Kelly had shoveled onto him. He’d done nothing wrong, but it had taken time and annoyance for the charges to be dropped. But the taint of the accusations lingered among friends and colleagues. His repair work had tapered off and he’d been left reeling. Pissed. Doubtful.

He was innocent. Julia would see that. She trusted him—she was filled with his bare dick—and she’d trust him in this, too.

But the fucker Frank Marsden might have put me and Cash behind bars for murder. My client turned out to be the guy who had hurt Julia. Not physically. He might be a total dick, but it quickly became obvious he was the type to verbally harm a woman to feel better about himself.

A guy who couldn’t get Julia hot? The woman who had just swallowed my cum and then licked her lips? Whose pussy was full of my best friend’s dick? Who had the pink glow of a well-fucked, well-pleasured woman?

Yeah, Marsden must have a little dick like Julia had said.

That didn’t excuse him for being an asshole, for making Julia have one second of self-doubt. She was sexy, passionate and as fiery as her red hair. We’d never let her doubt that. Ever.

That was why I’d helped her up off of Cash’s lap, carried her to the shower. Washed her body myself, watched her nipples harden as I soaped them up with my palms. And lower, I got hard again washing Cash’s cum as it slipped from her. Knowing mine was in her belly…

Fuck, I needed to come again.

When Cash opened the shower door, I thought he was going to join us, perhaps do a little more ass play because the shower was a great place for it, but he had on his jeans and held up her cell.

“Baby, your phone’s been ringing and pinging from texts.”

She frowned, then since she was wet, told him the four-digit password.

He swiped over the screen. “It says a voicemail from your mom.” Another swipe. “A text from Tucker, another from Kaitlyn. They’re wondering where you are. If you’d forgotten about brunch.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she grabbed my hand in a death grip. “Oh my god, what time is it?”

He glanced again at her cell. “Ten after eleven.”

She pushed

Cash out of the way, grabbed a towel and dried off with military efficiency. “I’m hosting brunch! Usually it’s dinner on Friday, but with the party, we moved it to this morning. Now. Everyone’s at my house and I completely forgot. And I don’t have my truck!”

As I shut off the water and grabbed a towel of my own, I felt smug for the reason we’d made her forget she was hosting a family breakfast. “Angel, text Tucker, tell him you’ll be there in twenty minutes. We’ll stop at the bakery on the way and get bagels and danish.”

While I’d met most of her family already, it wasn’t as her man. Not boyfriend either. That wasn’t the right word to describe what I was to her. I had to wonder if she’d even told any of them about us, about this weekend.

It seemed we were about to find out.

12

JULIA

* * *

“I can’t believe I forgot. I’m such an idiot,” I said, rubbing my hands on the tops of my thighs. While my yoga pants and t-shirt were what I’d have put on if I’d remembered the brunch at my house, my hair was wet and tangled.

Cash and Bennett had kept me busy in bed for too long—not that I was complaining—but we were sooo late and making my way up my own walkway with both of them would make things very obvious.

“I can’t believe others haven’t been late to one of your get-togethers before,” Cash said, taking one of my hands and kissing the knuckles.

The gesture was sweet and the look on his face was surprisingly tender. Especially after what we’d just done. God, my pussy still tingled from riding him reverse cowgirl. And Cash’s cum still slipped from me and made my panties damp.