Adios Pantalones (Fisher Brothers 3)

“Look, Ryan, I don’t know what she saw, or what she thinks she saw. But something upset her. She barely talked at all on the ride home. It seemed like she was berating herself. Like she should have known better or something. Hell, I don’t know.” He shrugged. “She’s a woman, so who knows what the hell they’re thinking half the time.”

“What do you think I should do?” My rag slowed and then stopped as I gave him my full attention.

“I want to tell you to give her space, but I think if you do that, you’ll never see her again.”

“Then give me her number,” I demanded without a second thought. It was either that, or I’d force him to show me where she lived. Then I’d start not-so-secretly stalking her.

“Took you long enough to ask.”

Grant reached for his phone and pulled her contact information up on the screen. I entered it quickly into my own phone before he changed his mind.

“Thanks,” I said sincerely, all joking aside.

“I think she’s good for you.” He met my gaze and gave me a serious nod. “And I think you might be good for her too.”

I didn’t know if Grant was right, but I knew I wanted to find out. If Sofia and I decided we weren’t right for each other, I’d move on and put her behind me. But she hadn’t even let me try yet.

And as far as this woman was concerned, quitting wasn’t an option.

It Finally Makes Sense

Ryan

As I stared at Sofia’s phone number in my phone from the comfort of my California king bed, I considered sending her a text but decided against it. It was well after three in the morning, and I had no intention of starting a conversation with her at that hour.

I was tempted to delete her number completely since she hadn’t been the one to give it to me in the first place, but my practical side wouldn’t allow it. Sofia was difficult, and I needed every advantage I could get when it came to her. So the number stayed.

Thoughts of her tanned face, hazel eyes, and brown hair blurred my vision, and before I knew it, my hand was down my sweatpants and sliding up and down my hardening cock.

My fantasy played out as I imagined gripping the back of her head with my free hand, my fingers tangling in her hair so she couldn’t pull away from me. I held her face still, my dick hardening even more as I continued stroking it to visions of her.

I pulled her lips toward mine, my movements not at all gentle or sweet as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, showing her exactly who was in control. She moaned, liking the fact that I was going all alpha male on her as I deepened the kiss before moving to suck and bite at her neck.

Tugging at my sweats, I pushed them past my balls and kept working my dick, my hand moving at a rapid pace that felt so damn good.

Sofia’s body was at my whim, mine for the taking. She gave up control and I took it, my hands roaming every inch of her as I discarded her clothes. She arched her back, pushing her tits closer, her nipples erect as I took them in my mouth one at a time. I sucked her perfect nipple between my lips, my tongue flicking at the sensitive bud before biting down a little too hard. The sound that escaped her only made me do it more. She liked it, that little bit of pain that brought on even more pleasure.

My dick could barely take another moment, and I’d just gotten started. I pulled my cock harder, moving my hand faster as my breathing grew erratic.

I worked my way down Sofia’s stomach to her gorgeous core. Burying my face in her pussy, I devoured it like it was my last meal, licking and pressing my tongue inside her as she squirmed beneath me.

Fuck, yes.

Seeing her this turned on only pushed me closer to the edge. I neared my release as I plunged my cock inside her. She was hot and wet, her walls gripping me so tight that I immediately came after a few more strokes.

My hand slowed its pace, but didn’t quite stop, as I attempted to catch my breath and slow my erratic heartbeat.

If fucking Sofia in real life was half as good as my fantasy, I was in for some serious trouble.

• • •

After going through a series of stretches the next morning, I took off down my regular jogging path. I had stopped running listening to music with my earbuds a while back when I realized I was missing everything around me.

Music helped me block out life as I ran, but running along the beach, I wanted to hear what was going on around me. I found that I enjoyed the noise.

The crash of the ocean’s waves against the shore, the creaking of swings as kids swung back and forth, the chatter and laughter of tourists and locals, the songs of talented street musicians. The sounds all swirled together, making me feel more connected.

My feet pounded the pavement, following the familiar path with ease. The beach was crowded today, due in part to the recent warm temperatures. Santa Monica was almost always hopping, but the activity turned up a notch when it got hot out. Birds squawked, diving and hopping around on the sand in search of discarded food to steal.