Stay with Me: The Moran Brothers Series

Chapter 1

Getting Ready

Reminisce

Six months ago…

I stand in front of the mirror taking myself in. The black dress is sexy, but flirty and classy. The strappy black heels are edgy and sexy.

I bite my lip and think for the millionth time that I should cancel. I mean, it’s a blind date. Is this what I want?

“You want a relationship, and this is how you’re going to move toward it,” I mumble to myself.

The diamond ankle bracelet around my ankle catches the light and reflects in the mirror. I look down at it and think to take it off. I’m thrown back in time to the man who gave it to me and how.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he groaned.

I threw my head back as he thrusted into me. My hands were fisted in the sheets, my fingers aching from the tight grip. He never fails to bring me blinding pleasure.

It’s why I’m so addicted to him. I cried out as he pulled my toe into his mouth and started to suck it as he began to thrust deeper. My entire body buzzed, my scalp tingled.

“Oh God, baby. Please,” I cried.

“You like that, baby?” he groans. “Your pussy is getting so wet. I want you to come for me again. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, I’m coming. I’m so close.”

“I know. I can feel it. You earned this gift, baby. You make me want to spoil you. Look how pretty it looks on you.”

I looked at him in confusion and then glance at my ankle as he sucks on my toe. The diamond tennis bracelet winkled back at me as he started to pound harder, bringing me to climax.

“Fuck,” I cried out as I shook beneath him.

I laid there in shock, panting and wishing he could be the one. I loved the bracelet, but I think it’s time to take a break. I don’t want to get my hopes up. I know we can’t stay together.

I come back to the present as my phone rings. Running a hand over my forehead, I then release a breath. I push all those thoughts back. I need more than great sex.

I want stability and safety. He can’t give that to me, no matter how much I want that from him. I pick up my phone and look at the screen.

I sigh. Then there’s the other reason we can never be. Shaking my thoughts off, I answer the call.

“Hey, Saga. What’s up, sis?”

“Hey, when are you going to make some time for me and your nephews?”

“Are my little cuties asking for their favorite auntie?”

“You’re their only auntie, and they can’t talk yet,” she chuckles.

“If they could, they would tell you I’m their favorite.”

“Whatever, what are you up to? I feel like I got to talk to you more when I lived in New York than I do now that we live in the same state.”

“You’re married with children now. You’re the one who doesn’t have time for me,” I reply.

“Excuses, excuses. I want some time.”

“Well, it ain’t happening tonight.”

“Don’t tell me you’re working. You’re always working.”

“No, I’m actually going on a blind date.”

“Bishop, is the room shaking? It must be an earthquake happening. Remi is going on a date.”

“Shut up,” I laugh.

“I’m going to let you go. This is such a rare occasion, I’m not going to hold you.”

“You’re so lucky I love you.”

“I love you too. Try not to judge him too harshly right away. Give the guy a chance.”

“Goodbye, Saga,” I sing. “Kiss the boys for me. Tell Bishop I said hello.”

“Will do. Have fun,” she returns.

I hang up and give myself another once-over. I glance at the ankle bracelet but decide to keep it on. A frown comes to my face, but I don’t think too hard about what any of it means.

I’ve let him go. The piece of jewelry is just one of my favorites. That’s it and that’s all. I grab my purse and head out before I’m late.

“No turning back now. Let’s see what Sunny has for me,” I mutter as I head out of the room.

This could be good for me. Even if I don’t find the one, I’m moving on. I’m finally making a move to get what I want.

* * *

Knight

I sit staringat the wall in my apartment. I’m still acclimating to being home. Being undercover changes so much about you.

I don’t want to be alone, but I need to be. I need to figure my shit out. Rolling my shoulders, I sit up and grab the remote to turn the TV on.

As I turn on the television, a movie about a wedding comes on the screen. My mind goes right to my brother’s wedding. It was a nice one, but the highlight for me was the time I spent in the coat closet.

There has only ever been one woman I can never wait to have. I mean, when she’s around there’s no thought of making it to a bedroom or confined space. With her, it’s anytime, anyplace.

That night it was that coat closet because I missed her and needed to be balls deep inside her. I knew there was a chance I wouldn’t see her for a while, so I took advantage of cornering her and having my fill.

“Knight, what are you doing?” she panted as I walked up behind her and started to kiss her neck.

“I want you. Tell me you don’t want me too.”

“This is Saga and Bishop’s wedding. We can’t. We should be out there?—”

I grasped her throat cutting off her protest. Tilting her head back, I captured her lips and devoured her mouth. She moaned into my mouth and reached back to push her hand into my hair.

“If you didn’t want me, you wouldn’t have come in here,” I breathed into her mouth.

“I came to find my shawl,” she whimpered as I cupped her breast over her dress.

“So you won’t be wet for me if I reach between your legs?”

“Knight, please,” she cried as I released the zipper on the back of her dress enough to tug the front of the fabric down to palm her tit in my hand.

“I love it when you beg for me. This dress is sexy as fuck on you. You’ve had me semi-hard all day. Hike your dress up and bend over for me.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Grab your ankles.”

I tugged her dress up over her ass to show her I meant business. She bent over, her ass in the air. I dropped to my knees and peeled her panties down.

I licked my lips as her ass was in my face and I could see her wet lips. Her fat pussy is my favorite. It tastes so good and feels even better.

“Damn, baby, your so fucking sexy,” I groaned before diving in to eat her up.

I put in work until she came all over my face. Her cries were a bit loud, but I could give two fucks. I owned that pussy until I had my fill.

“Fuck, Knight. I can’t take any more.”

“I’ve got you, baby. Just one more,” I crooned as I reached around her body and rubbed her clit with two fingers.

Her legs started to shake as she rolled her hips. Her juices filled my mouth. I stood and released my pants. In the next motion, I lifted her leg and held it up as I angled to thrust into her as I held her open, with her leg straight up in the air.

I groaned and rolled my eyes back in my head as her juicy pussy sucked me in. I had to cover her mouth with my free hand as I held her open with the other. She threw her head back against me as I kept fucking her tight pussy.

“That’s it, baby. Take that dick. You always feel so fucking good. You see why I want you?” I grunted.

My phone rings breaking into my thoughts and pulling me back to the present. Seeing it’s an old buddy of mine, I pick the call up. I haven’t spoken to Jamel in a while.

However, I did run into his brother yesterday. I’m assuming that’s the reason for the call. I haven’t really reached out to anyone to let them know I’m back home.

“Hello.”

“Knight, bro. What’s going on?”

“Hey, Jamel. I’m good. What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. Living it up and getting it done. You still single, bro?”

I knit my brows. That’s a weird question. Jamel knows I’ve been single for a while, but I have someone I’ve hooked up with off and on for years.

My mind goes to her, and I start to change my mind about wanting to be alone. I would want nothing more than to spend tonight buried deep inside her.

“I guess you could say that,” I reply as I shake my thoughts off.

“Good, good. I need a favor. My girl wants me to hook her friend up with a blind date.

“Troy was going to do it, but his baby mama started some shit and he’s not going to be able to make it out. Bro, I need this favor. I’d owe you big time.”

“You want me to go on a blind date? Tonight?” I scoff.

“Come on, dude. My lady is a baddie. Her girls are all top tier. You won’t be disappointed. I know you have a thing for the sistas. Do me this solid, my guy.”

I sigh. Jamel is a good friend. I guess I do own him one.

“All right. Text me the address.”