23. Astrid
twenty-three
Astrid
Two Week Later
T he past two weeks have been incredible.
Brennan’s been in Seattle, sorting out his CEO agreement before the IPO. Aside from a couple of long meetings, for once he’s had real time off.
On the other hand, I’ve never been busier.
My hard work over the past decade has paid off, though I’m increasingly disillusioned with my chosen profession. A couple of months ago, my biggest rival retired, leaving me with a corner on the market listings ten mil and above. I’m juggling dozens of high-net-worth clients, and they’re getting more entitled and demanding.
It takes a special skill to deal with the level of service they expect. The prospect of focusing on Reuniverse has me rethinking my future. It’s gratifying putting my time into something where I don’t have to kiss ass to make a sale. Hopefully one day I’ll be able to work on it full time.
For the next couple days, though, I’m taking time off so Brennan and I can spend it together. This evening we’re at The Zoo relaxing and playing pool, like old times.
“Should we play?” Brennan nods toward the pool table, though we both know neither of us really cares about the game.
God, he’s fucking adorable. I’ve never seen him look more relaxed. He even has two days’ worth of scruff. I’m going to toy with him a bit and get him good and worked up. Because, I’m not going to last long. I need my nightly allotment of orgasms.
At least two, hopefully three or four.
“I don’t know how.” I bat my eyes at him, teasingly. “Will you teach me?”
Brennan’s lip quirks when he realizes my secondary game of seduction. “Sure, I’ll show you how it’s done.” He grabs a couple of cues, looking delicious in his worn jeans and black T-shirt. “This is how you break.”
“Oooooh. Interesting.” I stand next to him and lean over the table so he can see a flash of side boob in my loose tank top.
“You’re not gonna distract me.” He takes a shot, scattering the balls. A solid drops into the corner pocket and he addresses me in exaggerated mansplain. “Looks like I’m solids.”
“You are solid,” I purr, running my hand down his arm, feeling the muscle beneath his shirt.
He chuckles, leaning closer. “You gonna behave tonight?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” I blink at him innocently, gesturing to the table. “Is it still your turn?”
He chalks his cue and scans me from head to toe, the bulge in his jeans hard to miss. I know the feeling, I’m so wet for him it’s insane. This man does it for me every time.
Brennan takes his shot, missing the pocket, but doesn’t seem to care. He’s too busy undressing me with his smoldering eyes.
“My turn,” I announce, circling the table with exaggerated grace, pretending to search for the perfect shot. I bend over, knowing exactly how this looks from his vantage point—tits fully visible, hips tilted just so—and take a shot, sinking the ball.
He adjusts himself and shakes his head. “You’re so bad.”
“No, I’m a good girl,” I say breathily. “Beginner’s luck, I guess.” I wink, biting my lip when I catch the heat in his gaze.
Brennan leans against the stool, arms crossed, his biceps pulling tight against his shirt, watching me like he’s planning his next move—and it’s not on the pool table.
I take another shot, this time wiggling my ass in his direction. The ball doesn’t make it, but judging by the way he’s watching me, it’s the last thing on his mind.
“I’m on to you, you know.” He comes up behind me.
“Whatever do you mean? I’m playing pool.” I hip check him and reach for a fry when the waitress drops off our food.
Brennan grabs his cue and effortlessly sinks three balls in a row. “Winner of three games gets ten minutes of sexual favors.”
“Twenty.” I blow him a kiss. “I want to come at least twice before you fuck me.”
We eat our bar snacks and play, bantering and giving each other teasing looks and touches. Both of us know how the night’s gonna end. When a classic Stones song starts playing on the jukebox, I can’t resist swaying my hips to the beat as I circle the table.
“You still trying to distract me?” Brennan’s eyes lock on mine.
“Of course.” I lick my lips and sink the eight ball. “One-nil.”
Brennan crosses the space between us in two quick strides. His hand slides to the back of my neck as he pulls me in. His lips crash against mine with an intensity leaving me breathless, and for a moment, everything else fades away.
I’m so fucking in love with this man and everything’s perfect at the moment.
After our talk, Brennan listened. When we’re apart, he checks in with me and makes sure to prioritize our relationship, even though work is always looming. If he’s in Seattle, we stay on my houseboat and spend as much time as possible together—dinners, walks by the water, watching the terrible reality shows he secretly loves and, of course, Sunday dinners at his parents’ house.
Tomorrow, though, he’s meeting my folks who, shockingly, agreed to have brunch with us. Truth be told, I’m dreading it.
Brennan pulls back from our kiss, his breath ragged, eyes dark with familiar heat. “You win.” He runs his palm down my arm. “Let’s finish this quick and get back home. I’m starving for your sweet little pussy.”
I try to keep my cool, but why? “I like winning. Pussy licking is the ultimate win so let’s go.”
On the way home, we hold hands and hurry down the streets toward the dock. “So, are your lawyer and financial advisor confident they’ll accept your terms?”
“Yeah.” Brennan chalks up his cue. “Having them involved has been a game-changer.”
I lean my head on his shoulder. “Do you feel better about things? You seem less stressed.”
“I had no idea how excellent my lawyer is until now.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder. “He’s kicking ass.”
“See?” I kiss his chin. “I thought you’d figure it out. You only needed a little push.”
We arrive at my dock and hurry toward my door. He waits for me to fish out my keys. “Guess I owe you one.”
I unlock the door. “You owe me more than one, McGloughlin.”
“Do you enjoy torturing me, A?” Brennan chokes out when I whip off my top the second I’m through the entryway as I strut toward the bedroom.
“Like what?” I peek over my shoulder and beckon him with my finger.
“Christ.” He follows close behind. “Swaying your hips. Bending over the table to show me your tits. I’m permanently hard here.”
Brennan wraps both arms around me and pulls my back to his chest. He cups my breasts with his hands and thumbs my nipples through my lace bra. His lips fasten to my neck and he grinds his enormous hard-on into my ass.
I turn and our lips smash together. One hand roams under his t-shirt up his chest, shoulders, and arms. The other glides down his back to his ass, where I grab a handful. Loving the way his muscles clench and move under my hand as he rocks his pelvis into mine.
He walks me back toward the bed until my knees hit the mattress. I sit and kick off my shoes. Brennan tugs off my jeans and tosses them to the floor, growling, “Holy fuck, A. you’re soaking. I need a taste.”
“Oh yeah?” I yank at the hem of his shirt until he tugs it over his head and tosses it to the floor. I skim my hands over his stomach to the button of his jeans. “Take your pants off. We can suck on each other.”
“Not yet.” He cups my mound with his entire palm and I hiss in a breath when he yanks my panties down my hips and off. “Spread your legs and show me how wet you are.”
I do as he asks and one-up him by unclasping my bra to free my tits. “Okay, you can see all the goods. I’m ready to collect my winnings.”
“ Gah . Do you know how gorgeous your pussy is?” Brennan scoots down to my belly and runs a finger through my folds. “It’s beautiful. Pink. Puffy. Slick.” He flicks my clit with his thumb and I can feel it engorge. “You smell delicious and you’re so fucking responsive to my touch.”
“B,” I can’t help but whimper. I want him so bad.
He leans down and licks me from my clit to my opening and back again. “This is mine.”
He pushes two fingers inside me and presses the flat of his tongue to my clit, barely moving it. I find myself pulsing against his heat and bucking to get some friction.
“Ohmygod.” I grip his hair and hold him in place.
“Whose pussy is this, A?” His fingertips graze over the sweet spot inside me and I tighten around him like a fist. “Tell me.”
“ Yours ,” I moan and move my hips. I’m desperate to get more pressure where I need it.
He pulls back. “Say it.”
“My pussy is yours,” I repeat, stronger now.
Brennan wraps his lips around my clit and pulls it gently as his fingers increase speed. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours . My pussy is fucking yours ,” I cry out when he rubs my spot harder and intensifies the swirls of his tongue on my clit.
With a guttural growl, Brennan sucks my clit hard until I come so violently, I see stars. I’m bucking. Trembling. Panting. Chanting his name. I don’t even notice him standing up to take off his clothes until he pulls me off the bed into his arms.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he demands as he reaches under my thighs and lifts me up.
I kiss him for all I’m worth, tasting myself on his lips. He turns and pushes me against the wall, pulls his hips back and impales himself inside me.
“Yes!” I scream against his mouth.
With his eyes level with mine, he stares into my soul. “You are mine , A. Do you hear me? Mine.”
“Yes,” I sob as he begins to move in hard, quick strokes. “And you’re mine.”
He fucks me hard. Urgent. Claims me. His cock is like a steel rod, pulsing and throbbing. Every time he pulls back and rams back inside, I can’t help but whimper because I want his cock to live there.
“Is my cock hitting your sweet spot?” he pants as my pussy clenches around him.
“God, yes!” My legs tighten on Brennan’s hips as I begin to spasm.
He stops. “Don’t come yet.”
My eyes burst open with surprise. He’s never edged me with his cock inside me before and I fucking love it.
“Not yet.” He spreads my ass cheeks with his palms. “Hold on, baby.”
“Please, I’m so close. Almost there.” I beg and circle my hips against him frantically.
Brennan thrusts deep inside and stops, pinning me against the wall with his body. Filling me with his huge cock. Inserts the tip of his finger into my ass and watches as I desperately press my hard nipples against his chest. He grins devilishly. “Do you want to come? Or do you need to come?”
“I need to fucking come!” I curl my hand into a fist and rap it on his shoulder in frustration. “Move. Please .”
He hooks his arm under my knee and cups my ass to open me wider. He presses his finger in deeper. “I love the way you feel wrapped around me. I love the way you taste. I can smell how fucking turned on you are. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I can’t speak. I can only shake my head.
He pulls back and slams home, causing me to cry out in exquisite ecstasy. “Your sex sounds make me fucking crazy . I want to fuck you all night long. Do you want me to, A?”
“Yes!” I find my voice as he pounds me. I’m so fucking aroused, my cream gushes over his cock and balls. My entire body is clenched around him like a vise. “God, please . B. I can’t…”
There’s no way to hold back a moment longer and my body is wracked with shudders as I pulse and contract around him.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock.” Brennan buries his face in my neck as he spurts his hot release. “ Ahhhhhghrhhrghh .”
After long moments of us clinging to each other, supported by the wall, I start to giggle.
Brennan brushes a few strands of hair back from my face. “You’re mine, A.”
“Yeah, Mr. Caveman. I get it.” I kiss him softly.
He grins from ear to ear. “Damn right.”