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“Because you know me so well?” she returned sweetly.
“Hell, I don’t know you near as well as big brother, Allie, and I’m not surprised,” Slade drawled.
Allie followed the hand Slade smoothed upward from Deb’s thigh to cup her breast and idly stroke her nipple with his thumb. A ripple of envy trickled down her spine, more from the unabashed contentment etched on Deb’s face despite the audience than desire.
She patted Brett’s arm and gazed up at him with a wry grin. “It’s taken Brett a bit longer to come around to me.”
“Finish your drink, Allie. You can point out my mistakes later.”
He tilted his bottled brew to his mouth and took a long pull. Allie sipped slower, her low simmering arousal bubbling to the surface as she eyed his tanned, thick throat working to swallow. Her throbbing nipples ached and, unable to resist, she pressed against his upper arm for relief, going up on her toes to place her lips in the exact spot under his collar where his neck curved into his shoulder. Breathing in his earthy scent, she nipped the sensitive area, shuddering with a groan when he retaliated by digging his fingers into one buttock and squeezing.
The sound of his glass bottle hitting the bar top followed by Reed plucking hers from her lax fingers caught her attention, and she dropped down onto her feet, licking across the bite before pulling back.
“Do something with her, Brett,” Reed insisted, his gruff tone pleasing Allie as much as Brett’s reply.
“If you insist. Come on, Allie. Let’s see what interests you.”
Youwas her first thought. When nothing popped up after that as they strolled around the room, pausing only to exchange a few words with other members, she realized her only craving tonight, and every night, anywhere from now on was for him. That remained the case when they stopped at a swing shaped like a slingshot in the corner, and Allie recognized the woman she’d first seen sprawled on the desk in the office room during her tour with Reed and met downstairs at Casey’s a few weeks ago. With her legs bent, knees secured spread-eagle, and leaving Stacey’s bare pussy gaping, her eyes clung to Aaron’s face as he used a feather to tickle up the inside of one thigh then down the other. Allie wondered if the flush staining Stacey’s cheeks stemmed from her obvious arousal or the proud look stamped on Aaron’s face.
Aaron turned and nodded to Brett, winking at Allie as he brushed the feather between Stacey’s labia. “Nice to see you again, Allie. Are you interested in trying out the swing tonight? Stacey loves it.”
Allie envied Stacey the indulgent grin he shot her and longed to bring about a similar proud look of approval on Brett’s face. “I’m not sure yet,” she replied, wishing she knew Brett’s preferences here like she now did at home.
“You should start with something tamer,” Brett told her, steering them toward another contraption Allie recognized as a spanking bench.
Brett reached behind her neck to release the hook holding up Allie’s bright floral halter top, and the other people in the room faded to the background. His gaze remained focused on her face when the two sides fell to her waist, leaving her breasts exposed in the nipple huggers. When Allie remained still, unabashed and absorbed with him and only him, a slow smile of approval creased his tanned, bristled cheeks.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured.
Allie melted inside, wanting Brett more than ever after hearing those simple words. From the first time he touched her the night Ricky ran her off the road, he’d been hers, maybe even before then. She didn’t care where they were or who else was around when he looked at her with that laser-sharp, attentive interest that turned her insides mushy and raised her body temperature to boiling. Reaching up, she gripped his thick wrists and leaned into him. “And don’t you forget it, Brett Kincaid, because no one will love you the way I do.”
Brett tunneled one hand in her hair, now loving the candy-cane pink stripe among the blonde strands, the row of jewelry adorning her dainty ears, the neon colors covering her nails, and that wicked, impish grin that had tugged at something inside him the first time she flashed it on him. She was everything he never knew he wanted. He didn’t know when he fell in love with her free spirit and youthful enthusiasm for life, but she was the perfect antidote for his disastrous first choice of a life partner and exactly who he needed now. Pulling her head back, he slammed his mouth over hers, enjoying the tremble of her soft lips under the hard pressure of his.
Allie groaned and sank against him, his cue to keep going. Without releasing her mouth, Brett unzipped her silver, hip-hugging skirt and shoved it down until it fell to her sandaled feet. The quick, impatient way she stepped out of the garment and kicked it aside had him pulling away from her clinging lips with a low laugh.
“I guess I won’t ask if you’re good with continuing.”
“Why waste the time when...holy crap!” Allie slapped her hands over her nipples as he removed the huggers, her eyes dilating with the rush of blood and pinpricks of renewed sensation even though the toy was a lot looser than nipple clamps. “You should have warned me.”
“I like surprising you.” He caught her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and tugged then slid his hands up to her shoulders. “Sit down and lie back. That will divert your attention.” Brett gave her a nudge, guiding her down onto the padded bench and helped her to lie back. Her silky thong barely covered her denuded sex, clinging to her plump labia as she propped her feet onto the footrest. He secured her wrists at her sides, inhaling her tangy scent, her arousal engorging his cock as he leaned over to draw one turgid tip into his mouth.
“Brett,” Allie moaned, arching her torso upward, pushing her breast against his mouth.
He loved her breathy voice when she was aroused, and he took a moment to savor the taste of both nipples before straightening to run his hands from her breasts down to the edge of her thong. Keeping his gaze glued to hers, he asked, “Continue out here or take this private. Your call.”
“I’m not waiting for privacy.” Her hips lifted with her reply, and he slid the panties off, her gaze never wavering from his.
Brett never imagined the woman he first met would possess a sexual submissive streak, but she was a delightful, challenging combination of demanding and yielding. “Then I’d better relieve you of this.” He removed the clit vibrator and sank his fingers inside her velvet softness, focusing on her every expression and relishing the clasp of her slick muscles gripping around him.
“Yes!”
Allie lifted her hips again, her thighs falling farther apart, her invitation blatant and undeniable. Brett stroked her clit while releasing and sheathing his cock with his other hand, her enthusiastic response to his touch with her eyes clinging to his, her look and love alone sealing the deal for him.
Pulling his fingers from her clinging pussy, he braced his hands at her sides and worked his cock inside her tight sheath. “Marry me,” he rasped, hearing the hint of desperation in his voice as he buried himself to the hilt in her wet heat. Her eyes widened in surprise, filled with tears, and he bent his head to one straining, red nipple, sucking hard while holding his breath, waiting for her answer.
“It’s too soon for you,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his hips and pressing against his groin.
Brett straightened and pulled back to thrust once, twice, shaking his head. “I’m not getting any younger, little one. Although” – he withdrew and slammed home again – “when we have our first child, I’ll have to come up with another endearment for you.” He rocked the bench with his forceful strokes and demand for her reply. “Give me your answer.”
