Bargaining with the Bride (Honeybrook Love, Inc. 1)

A piece of clothing hit him in the face, and when he snapped back to attention, it was to find Rachael's perfect hourglass clothed in nothing but a matching set of peach lace underwear.

"Now you," she smiled.

"Oh no, I'm going to look at you," she crossed the room and pushed her back onto the mattress, but she shook her head.

"You can see me once I see you."

Normally, he would have gotten his way, but tonight he wanted her too badly to waste his time. He tugged off his clothing as quickly as he could, pulling off his boxers and pants in one and letting out a little groan when his aching cock sprang free.

Rachael gasped and he looked down at her, questioning. "I just didn't know..." she blushed, glancing from his eyes to his crotch without daring to finish the thought.

He grinned, but didn't bother to respond. He had more important things on his mind.

Like what exactly was underneath those tiny pink panties.

He pulled her close and twisted her bra off with one quick motion. When it fell away and her breasts were revealed to him, it was all he could do not to let out a gasp of his own.

Damn, they were perfect. A size of a handful with nipples so pebbled and pink it took every inch of his self control to not bury himself between them and lose his mind.

Well, that, and the fact that he still hadn't seen all of her.

At first, he teased her, rolling his thumb over her inner thighs, then drifting over the soft fabric of her panties. He pressed the spot where he knew her clit was, and smiled as a little shiver ran through her.

"Please," she asked, and he obeyed.

He slid the panties away, watching as they gliding over her silken legs before finally turning and staring at the spare between her toned thighs.

Once her saw her, every thought of teasing went straight out of his head.

He dropped to his knees, then grabbed each of her ankles and pulled her pussy close to him. So close that all he had to do was dip his tongue out ever-so-slightly

to waste the sweet wetness waiting there for him.

He teased her lips, and she gasped again, making him smile against her and move faster, pushing his lips between her folds.

"Oh my god, Garret." She weaved her fingers through his hair and when she pulled, another jolt of energy shot through his body, straight to his cock.

Jesus, how he wanted her. To watch her face contort as he pushed into her over and over again. To make her come while kissing her so that he felt the vibration of every moan.

Her thighs quaked beside him, so he moved closer still, tracing her slit until her found the center of her pleasure. Gently, slowly, he circled it, waiting for the moan he knew would come before he flicked his tongue up and down over her.

"Garret, please. I need you."

He closed his eyes, taking in the words before he pushed one finger into her pussy. And once he did...

Once he did, it took everything in his power not to fuck her right then and there. Her pussy was pink and wet and pretty, but it was so tight that he could hardly believe it.

That was, until she winced.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked.

"No, I just..." Her rosy cheeks turned a startling shade of scarlet. "It's been a long time since I—"

He nodded, pushing past yet another wave of roiling hatred for Lance. That prick should have known how good he'd had it. Should have known how good—how perfect and beautiful and fantastic—the woman he had was.

The fucking prick.

But he couldn't focus on that now, either. More than ever, his focus had to be on Rachael and making sure she had the best sex of her life.