Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
GUS
T he sound of his alarm woke Gus up to find he was warm, sated, and completely draped by Brittany, who he vaguely remembered pulling onto him right before he fell asleep. She was there now, her head on his chest, her leg thrown over his thighs, and her arm wrapped around his stomach, holding him as tight as she could even while she was unconscious. Gus felt a warmth invade his chest, the feeling of how right this was, an affection of knowing that she was safe and satisfied and his. And he felt like an idiot for denying himself for so long.
“Shut that monster off,” she mumbled into his chest. Gus grabbed his phone, which was blaring his alarm, and silenced it. He then pulled Brittany even tighter against his body, running his hands down her length. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her.
“Absolutely not,” she mumbled. “It is too early and I need sleep.”
Gus laughed. “As I recall, you were the one begging for more.”
“That was last-night-Brittany. Morning-Brittany is more practical.”
“Hmm.”
He let his hands wander, stroking her slowly up and down her body, pulling her legs around him, letting his hands tease the sides of her breasts. He could feel her getting warmer and more pliant with each stroke.
“Gus.”
“Mmhmm?”
“I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.”
“So that’s someone else’s pussy wetting my stomach?”
At that, she struggled to sit, and Gus let her, grinning at how sleepily disgruntled she looked. Brittany was a lot of things, but she was never boring. She straddled his stomach, hands on his chest to hold herself up, that long blonde hair flying everywhere as she glared at him.
“Just because you have some weird chemical power over me doesn’t mean I can go without sleep. It’s the crack of dawn—”
“Six a.m. is not the crack of dawn.”
“It is if I say it is, and I’m not going to be explaining to my live audience why I look puffy and sleep deprived.”
“You can. You can tell them everything about what we did last night.”
She shot him a look of disbelief. “You want me to tell them about our sex life?”
“I want you to tell them you’re mine.”
Brittany paused at that, staring at him, and he could tell the wheels in her head were grinding, processing something. He sat quietly and waited for her to come to whatever conclusion she needed to. He wasn’t going anywhere, and if she was going to be skittish about it, he’d rather know now.
But instead of bolting, she melted a little further into him. “Fuck, that was hot. Okay. Fine. Fuck.”
She started moving, scooting down his body, and Gus was confused.
“What just happened?”
“You said something that really turned me on and now I’m blowing you, okay?”
His brain short-circuited.
“That’s, ah, not why I—”
“I know, just shut up.”
Her head was there before he could blink, her hand working his already half-hard erection with a familiarity that he savored. Brittany started slow, just gripping him tight and watching him get harder and harder as she worked him with her hand.
“Fucking hell, Gus. I’m going to have a sore jaw.”
“You don’t have to. Come up here, I’ll show you how well my jaw works.”
“Absolutely not. You wanted me awake, so here I am. Shut up and enjoy.”
And with that, she lowered her head, her tongue giving him a small lick before she put the whole head in her mouth, twirling her tongue, and Gus saw stars.
“Goddamn.”
She looked up at him, still holding his dick, her lips wet, her naked body nestled between his legs, and she was so beautiful he ached.
“Say my name.”
She reached over, taking one of his hands and putting it on her head, before sucking his cock in again, taking him even deeper down her throat. When she started to bob up and down, he couldn’t help himself, clutching her hair, pulling her back and forth on his cock.
“Brittany, you are so goddamn good, so fucking hot, with your perfect mouth and that fucking body screaming for me to fuck you.”
She hummed, the vibration hitting him with a new sensation. In reflex, he pulled her harder onto his cock, driving into her and holding her for a second before releasing.
“Sorry, baby, you’re driving me crazy.”
She let his cock out with a pop and looked up at him, her eyes glazed.
“I love it. Use me, Gus.”
And then she sucked him back into her hot little mouth and he lost his mind. He gripped her hair, fucking her mouth, his mind alive with her scent and the sight of her and everything. And when she slipped a hand around to his ass, squeezing, Gus lost it. He erupted, hoarsely groaning her name over and over again as she swallowed every bit of him.
When he was done, Gus collapsed, his grip now loose on her head. She took the opportunity to lick him clean before crawling back up to him.
“You’ve destroyed me,” he told her.
“Don’t wake me up next time.”
“That’s not the threat you think it is.”
He pulled her in for a kiss, smelling himself on her and loving it. And then he yanked her up higher on his body until her knees were on either side of his head. She blinked down at him, dazed.
“Hold the headboard, baby.”
And then he yanked her down onto his mouth, going to work doing what he loved.
L ater, after Brittany had come on his mouth twice, Gus finally let her rest. While he was making coffee, he got a text from Val asking him to meet her at their coffee shop. After making Brittany swear she would stay in the condo with the doors locked until he came home, he headed out to meet Val. She was already sitting at the usual table, yet another terrible scone untouched. She glanced up as he walked in.
“Oh good, you’re here. Got an update on the case,” she said as greeting.
“Hit me.”
“Florist called. The guy called in another order for our client. Wanted the driest, deadest roses they had to be sent to her.”
Gus froze. “That’s new. He’s usually about wooing her.”
“Something must have changed, because they said he wanted the card to read, ‘you’re going to regret betraying our love.’ The florist was concerned to say the least.”
“So, our guy thinks she’s no longer his.”
“Gee, you think that has anything to do with her tall, hot bodyguard?”
Gus leveled a glare at her but thought about it.
“If he knows about me and Brittany, it means he was at that party last night. And since the guest list was locked up—”
“He was a guest at your friend’s party. Get the guest list so we can go over it. And start thinking of anyone you saw last night that looked suspicious.”
“There wasn’t anyone I could recall, but…”
She rolled her eyes.
“Just tell me, I hate the dramatics.”
“Robbie showed up part way through. Drunk as fuck. Made a huge scene.”
Val’s eyes narrowed. “And then what happened?”
Gus shifted, uncomfortable with his past actions now that he knew Brittany’s stalker was there.
“I took him back to his hotel. Brittany caught a ride with a friend.”
To Val’s credit, she didn’t even blink at his confession. “You left the client unattended for a personal matter?”
“It was unavoidable. I contacted the security at the event and asked them to keep an eye on her.”
Val pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers, something Gus had only seen her do when faced with incredible stupidity.
“Where is our client now?”
“At my condo.”
“You sure about that?”
“That’s where I left her after she swore she would stay behind the locked door. I’ve installed a number of safety and security features. She’s safe.”
“That’s good to know, because the address our guy gave the florist for delivery was yours. I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t leave her unattended from now on. I’m adding Curtis to your detail, he should be there any minute. I already texted the client to know to expect him.”
“Understood. I just wish you had called with this update instead of asking me to come meet you.”
She threw him a confused look. “I didn’t ask you to come here. You just… came here. I assumed you came looking for me.”
Blood rushed to Gus’s head, roaring.
“I got a text from you asking to meet.”
“I never sent a text.”
He didn’t even realize he had started moving until he felt Val grab his arm and yank.
“Stay calm. We’ll call 9-1-1 and head over. Curtis is probably already there.”
“He’s going for her, I have to get to her.”
“I’m right behind you.”
Gus was gone before she finished the sentence.