Second Chance with Brother's Best Friend: A Single Mom Secret Baby Romance Page 8

  Nobody’d ever accused me of being patient, though, and I wasn’t going to let this go on for too long. The third time I grabbed her, spinning her around as Leigh laughed breathlessly. “Caught you.”

  “Did you now?” She batted her eyelashes up at me. “And what are you going to do with me, now that you’ve caught me?”

  I kissed her, because that was damn well what I was going to do now that I’d caught her and I wasn’t going to bother telling her about it when I could just do it. A growl was still in the back of my throat, my hands tight as I gripped her. This possessive thrill of mine filled me, even more intense than it’d been six years ago when I’d first had her.

  Back then there’d been no doubt that she was mine. From that first night, Leigh had opened herself for me, opened her heart for me. She’d been clear in her feelings and I’d gotten fucking drunk on it, on her. But now I wasn’t so sure. I still wanted her in every way, but did she want me? Or was it just sex for her?

  The not knowing made me impatient, antsy, possessive. I was going to show her that we were meant to get together, for good this time. I wouldn’t leave. I wouldn’t abandon her again. I was going to give her so much pleasure she’d never even think about another man again, not even as a rebound, and she’d realize that it was supposed to be the two of us, now and forever.

  Leigh gasped as I hauled her up, pressing her closer against me, both of our bodies slick from the spray of the water. I traced her bottom lip with my tongue, sucked on it, until Leigh whimpered and opened her mouth for me, letting me slide my tongue inside.

  This wasn’t going to be like our fierce tryst in the hardware store, oh no. I was going to make sure we took our time and she got to feel all the tricks I knew. I was going to remind her why we’d been unable to keep our hands off each other last time, remind her of how I’d made her come at least once every day—usually two or three times. Sometimes just with my tongue.

  Oh, fuck, yeah, I was gonna get my tongue on her at some point. Fuck yeah.

  I kissed her over and over, until my chest was heaving from trying to breathe while I kissed her. Leigh had to feel how hard my cock was, straining against my wet pants, full and heavy rubbing up against her. I wanted that inside of her so badly I was practically cross-eyed.

  But first… “Let’s get you inside,” I purred. I bent down, licking the drops of water off her neck, sucking at her pulse point. Leigh moaned and my cock twitched in anticipation. I loved the sounds she made, loved driving her crazy like this. Nobody was ever going to make her feel like this, I vowed. Nobody besides me.

  Leigh gave another little shriek as I got my hands under her thighs, picking her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, gasping as I carried her inside. Leigh was a big girl, always had been—mouthwatering if you asked me—and she’d probably forgotten that I’d always been able to pick her up. I’d been a strong kid back in the day.

  Now I was even stronger, thanks to all that work in the military. I could pick her up any time I wanted.

  But I was damn impatient, and I didn’t want Sammy to hear us, so I didn’t carry her upstairs. I set her down on the hall floor, just inside the back door, and grinned down at her. Leigh panted up at me, her eyes wide and dark, and I knew that I looked positively feral and wicked as I gazed back at her.

  “You might want to find something to bite onto,” I warned her, undoing her bikini top and her wet pants. “Because I’m going to get you to scream.”

  Leigh moaned, her eyelids fluttering, and it was so damn hot I almost wished I had a camera so that I could snap a picture of it. But these looks of hers, this wanton desire, was just for me. Nobody else would get to see it.

  I kissed my way down her body, nuzzling at her full breasts. Leigh whined, one of her hands sliding into my damp hair, holding on tight. Hell yes. She was so fucking hot like this. Her breasts were gorgeous, and I could put my mouth on them for hours, licking, sucking, biting. Leigh had her other hand clapped over her mouth, and I could hear her muffled noises as she tried to swallow them down.

  Yeah, baby, that’s it, I thought, my mouth full with her nipple as I sucked and lightly scraped my teeth over it, making Leigh moan. I couldn’t wait to get her somewhere she could make noise. Back in the woods all those years ago there’d never been anybody to hear us except for the birds and the squirrels, and Leigh had been deliciously loud. Now we had a kid to think about. But oh, God, did I want to hear her scream again unfettered.

  I moved farther down her body, spreading those gorgeous legs. I could tell she was soaked, and not from the spray of the sprinkler system. Fuck no. This was because of me. She was this wet just for me.

  Leigh yanked at my hair as I licked through her slick folds. It sent a jolt of heat straight through to my cock, which was leaking against my stomach. God I wanted her so badly I could hardly stand it. The temptation to just shove myself into her and fuck her hard as I could was strong, but I didn’t give it. I was going to make her feel so good first she forgot her own damn name.

  It had been six years, so it took me a minute, but I quickly remembered what Leigh liked, how she enjoyed being eaten out. I avoided her clit to tease her, curling my tongue just so, and she sobbed out my name, muffled by her hand as she kept it firmly over her mouth. “Good girl,” I cooed, kissing along her inner thighs. Her legs were shaking deliciously and I knew she was close.

  But I wasn’t going to let her come—not just yet. Hell no.

  I kept avoiding her clit, only flicking it with my tongue now and again to get her to jolt her hips. My fingers dug into her thighs, keeping her still, even as Leigh squirmed trying to push into my mouth and get me to finally let her orgasm. The moment I slid two fingers into her—she keened, and I knew the sound would’ve shot through the house like a rocket if she hadn’t been muffling herself.

  It sure as fuck shot through me like a rocket. I was so hard I felt like I could use my dick to pound nails instead of my hammer. My hand quickly became soaked with her slick as I fucked my fingers into her, twisting them, scissoring them open to get her nice and ready for me. She was so goddamn wet and tight, I fucking loved it, and I just wished that we didn’t have to worry about Sammy so that I could hear her begging for me.

  At last, I decided she’d had enough teasing. I bent down, lapping my tongue against her clit, rubbing the flat of it against her, and Leigh’s entire body seized up. I shuddered in response, turned on beyond all fucking belief as she came, soaking my goddamn hand down to the wrist.

  I pulled back, wiping at my mouth, my tongue vibrating with the taste of her. Leigh panted, staring at me with her eyes practically black from how wide her pupils were.

  “Please,” she whispered, reaching for me. “Please, Jace, fuck me.”

  Well. Who was I to deny her that?

  14

  Leigh

  I was shaking from that orgasm. I hadn’t felt something that powerful, hadn’t come that badly, since… not since the last time we were together, six years ago. Even then… Jace had been good at sex, definitely. But now he was older. He had more patience than before. He’d definitely worked on his technique. I felt like a total puddle of goo.

  Jace crawled up to me, and I spread my legs for him, slid my hand down between us to grasp at his thick, hot cock. It was so gorgeous. I wanted it in my mouth—but first I wanted it inside of me. I felt a bit like a carefree teenager again, like I could be raunchy and wanton, having sex on the floor of my hallway just inside the house from the backyard. Theoretically, someone emerging from the woods could see us. Theoretically, if anyone came by to say hello and walked around to the back porch, they’d see us. I knew it wouldn’t happen but the idea of it was thrilling, made me feel young again.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this, at least since I’d realized I was pregnant with Sammy. Jace was bringing that out in me again. And he was smiling at me so softly. It was—it was the opposite of the harsh angle I’d noticed in him when we
’d first run into each other in the park. Like any rough edges he’d allowed to grow on him while he was gone were now falling away, and it was my Jace, my sweet, caring, protective man who was here for me.

  Before I was even conscious of doing it, I kissed him, pulling him into me. It just felt so natural to do that—and I knew that part of it was the fuzzy, post-orgasm haze, but it just felt so right. And Jace melted into it, obviously wanting it as well, and so why not?

  I spread my legs even wider, wanting him inside of me. That had felt so good, so incredibly good, the tease of him taking his time only extending my pleasure when my orgasm finally hit, but his fingers and mouth, talented as they were, couldn’t replace the feeling of his thick cock inside of me. It couldn’t make up for the feeling of being filled and stretched wide.

  “Please,” I begged again. I didn’t think Jace was even aware of the way his face got when I begged him like that. His eyes got dark and his jaw clenched, a satisfied growl in the back of his throat. Like he was an alpha wolf going in for the kill.

  Every hair on my body stood to attention when he did that, and a shiver wracked my body. I felt hunted and claimed, in the best way.

  Jace nuzzled my neck, dropping a kiss onto my jaw. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he murmured, his voice deep and gravely.

  I stroked his cock a few more times, loving the soft velvet texture of the skin, the way it throbbed in my hand, the heat of it. The slick that pulsed out of it and slid down the shaft, coating my fingers, reminding me of how much he wanted this. Then Jace gently moved my hand away, and guided himself into me, filling me bit by bit. I wanted him to just thrust into me the way he had in the store, the way he would so many times before in the woods when our bodies knew each other better than they knew themselves, but Jace wanted to take his time with me today, it seemed. I could feel a moan working its way up my throat and Jace kissed me harshly, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, keeping me quiet.

  No way that I could keep myself from making any kind of noise while this was happening. We’d have to keep kissing and covering my mouth if we didn’t want to concern Sammy. At least it wasn’t right next door to his room—we could make a little noise down here like this.

  At last, after what felt like hours, Jace bottomed out inside of me. I shivered, aching all over, from my toes to my fingertips to my throat, wanting him to do more than just sit inside of me. It was such a good feeling, clenching around him, feeling that tight, hot rod like a goddamn piece of burning steel in me, but I wanted him to move.

  Jace kissed along my neck, ignoring my clear impatience. “You’re so goddamn sexy,” he groaned softly. “God, do you have any fucking idea…”

  “I might have an idea if you would hurry up and fuck me properly,” I pointed out. I was too overwhelmed, too turned on, that my voice didn’t come out as imperious as I’d been hoping. Instead it came out breathy and impatient.

  Jace chuckled and pushed himself up onto his hands, staring down at me with a look of such fondness, my heart clenched. “Well, if you’re really sure…”

  He pulled all the way out until just the tip of his cock was inside of me, and then shoved himself back in completely, the obscene slap of his hips against mine filling my ears. I moaned in desperate desire, heat spiraling through me so fast I didn’t even know what to do with myself. Christ, that felt so good. He was so thick, so hot, God yes…

  Jace did it again, and then a third time, depriving me of his cock and then slamming it in all the way and making my body light up like a fucking firework. After that he clearly lost his self-control and didn’t pull out all the way, but still fucked me deeply. The harsh sound of our bodies against each other as he fucked me filled my ears, and I clawed at his shoulders, moaning, trying not to make it too loud. God, yes, yes.

  “I’m going to fucking ruin you for anyone else,” Jace growled, kissing me savagely, his hips still thrusting harshly.

  “You already have,” I promised him, unable to give him anything except the truth when he was fucking me like this, making me feel so good I could taste it in the back of my throat.

  Harder, harder, harder… I writhed helplessly in his grasp as he fucked me over and over. I could hardly believe how good it felt. How could I have ever forgotten what it was like to have him inside of me like this?

  Jace’s pleased grunts filled my ears and I gathered him close to me, kissing him desperately. I felt like we were wild animals, rutting on the floor, lost in our desire, feeling nothing except our need for pleasure. It was so fucking sexy I wanted to scream with it. Every push of his cock into me dragged against my inner walls, hit that perfect angle, and I was still shaking and dizzy from my first orgasm, making it all so much better.

  And then Jace shifted a little, swiveling his hips on his next thrust, and I screamed into his mouth as he hit a spot that had my entire body seizing up with pleasure. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Not even when we’d had sex the first time, six years ago, had it felt as amazing. I couldn’t believe it. It felt so very good I nearly bit Jace’s tongue in have as my body was wracked with white-hot pleasure again and again.

  Jace buried his face in my neck, groaning in pleasure and need as his thrusts became more erratic. “Yes,” I gasped out. I wanted him to lose control, I wanted to feel him coming inside of me.

  He groaned again in response, nipping at my neck, and I jolted with a final spark of pleasure and came, startled and sharp, gasping. My eyes were open but I couldn’t see anything, all I knew was the wave of desire crashing over me again and again.

  Jace started to fuck into me harder, faster, like he had been holding back to make sure that I could come and now was truly letting go. I clung to him, scattering kisses all over him. I loved how rough he was, how out of control, how he was just using me to chase his pleasure. I felt wild and sexy and free.

  Jace thrust one more time and then groaned, spilling into me, and I gasped as I felt him filling me up, hot and thick. Yes.

  He came, and came, and came, and it felt like it went on forever, just this one moment of our joining, stretched into a small eternity.

  Jace moved to the side before he could collapse onto me, and for a second we breathed together. I wasn’t sure I could move at all. It was like my limbs had turned into jelly. I was still feeling so good in that fuzzy post-coital way, and I didn’t think I could’ve found the energy to stir even if Sammy had suddenly come stomping down the stairs.

  After a moment, though, Jace pushed himself up, grabbing his still-damp pants. “I’ll clean us up,” he said, his voice quiet and soothing, warm with affection.

  I watched as he grabbed our clothes and went into the downstairs bathroom, placing them on top of the heater, and then grabbing a towel and wetting it with the sink so that he could wipe us down.

  “Been a while since we chased each other around like that,” he noted.

  Yeah, six years, I thought. But I knew what he meant. He was thinking about how carefree we used to be and how we used to goof off like that all the time. Our falling into sex together back then hadn’t usually been one of us… seducing the other by being sexy so much as goofing off like kids until we couldn’t stand it anymore and yanked each other’s clothes off.

  Part of me wanted to turn away, to avoid Jace’s gaze, but how could I when he had just apologized to me, regret and sadness in every word he’d spoken? How could I turn away from him when he’d just goofed off with me like it was only yesterday that we were together, and he’d made me feel so good, so special, as we’d had sex?

  I couldn’t do it. I forced myself to look up at him, to hold his gaze as Jace passed me a towel. He smiled at me, soft, and I found myself smiling back.

  We quickly dried ourselves off and cleaned ourselves up. Once again, I knew we’d be interrupted by Sammy, but at least this time I was prepared for it. He usually woke up from his nap around this time and we’d have an early dinner.

  Jace cleared his throat. “Do you want me to go?”

  I looked
up from where I’d been gathering the towels. “I…” I wasn’t sure. It would be smart for him to leave before Sammy got up. I wanted to keep him separate from Sammy, in case things got sour, and then Sammy got hurt. But Jace also seemed to want to give us a second chance, even if he hadn’t said it in so many words. I couldn’t just turn him away after that.

  “I can go,” Jace said, interrupting my thoughts. “Or I can stay. It’s whatever you want. I’m willing to go… as slow as you want but I think… fuck, you’ve probably guessed it by now, I’m pretty serious about this, about you, Leigh.”

  My throat went dry and I swallowed. “I’m not sure you know what you’re getting into.” What did he know about being a father, after all? Not that I’d known all that much about parenthood before I’d gotten Sammy.

  “I’m sure that I’d like to find out,” Jace replied, his voice low, soft, intimate. “And you’re not the only one who has… baggage now, so to speak. I’ve got my own stuff that you’ll find out about and will have to deal with—it’s a lot less fuckin’ pleasant than Sammy is, I can tell you that, but it’s still—we’ve lived different lives. We’ve got stuff to learn about each other. And I really—”

  A massive yawn and tiny thumping feet distracted the both of us, and we turned at the same time to see Sammy wandering in, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. “Mama, I’m hungry,” he whined in that way that I hated to find so adorable.

  “Well, that’s great timing then!” I grinned at him. “Because I was just about to make dinner! Mac n’ cheese okay?”

  Sammy frowned at me. “I want cheeseburgers.”

  I had a grill, but there was no way I was spending the time to make cheeseburgers. “How about…”

  “I can make my famous desert burgers,” Jace said, clearing his throat. “If that’s okay with you two? I saw a grill on the back porch, I’d be happy to do it.”