22. Brent
You Little Shit
I was having the hottest dream.
My cock was in Berkley’s mouth, her tongue, teeth, and hands slowly working me, driving me absolutely insane. I buried my fingers in her hair, holding her head in place as I lazily pumped my hips forward, branding the back of her throat with my tip. She swallowed around me, a quiet gag echoing through the room.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathed.
Pulling off with a pop, she said, “Do that again.”
Distantly, I heard a phone ring, but I ignored it, too engrossed in this fantasy world to pay much attention to the real one playing out just beyond my conscious.
Berkley’s hand roughly worked me, and she said, “You gonna get that?”
“Hmm?”
“Your phone.”
“My…”
The ringing stopped only to start again a beat later. I blinked open my eyes slowly, coming to consciousness fully.
Looking down my body, I found Berkley on her knees between my thighs, my thick length clasped between her delicate fingers. She grinned at me.
“Good morning.”
“I thought I was dreaming,” I said with a laugh that morphed into a groan when she returned her mouth to me, the ringing phone forgotten once again. Swirling her tongue around my head, she ran it down to the base and back up before closing her lips around me again.
And again, the phone rang.
“Answer that,” she said against me.
“Are you going to stop doing that if I do?”
“Not a fucking chance,” she said, grinning wickedly as she dove back in with a vigor.
Fuck.
Our wild, frantic fucking of the previous half day seemed to have unlocked something in both of us, and I marveled at her, at the way her mouth spread around me, their perfect pink vibrant against the darker skin of my shaft. I reached down and traced her top lip with my finger.
“So fucking pretty like this,” I said. “With those pink lips spread around my cock? God, Berk. You’re a fucking wet dream come to life.”
A hum around me was her only response.
When the phone rang for the fourth time, I finally answered.
“Hello?” I said, nearly choking on the word as Berkley lightly scraped her teeth against me.
“Jean, it’s Fred Baker. You busy right now?”
Fred Baker, the Detroit Warriors’ General Manager.
I pulled the phone away from my ear, partly to check the time, partly to bite back a groan when Berkley swallowed around me again.
“Ahh…it’s barely eight, so no, I’m not doing anything.”
Except receiving the fucking blowjob of my life.
“Great, great,” Fred said. “Look, can you come down to the offices? We need to talk.”
Only Berkley’s mouth on my cock and hand fondling my balls kept me from spinning out with those four words.
“Yeah, I’ll be there. Give me a half hour.”
“See you soon.”
I hung up and tossed my phone across the room, spiraling out for an entirely different reason as Berkley’s mouth and hand picked up speed, as I clasped the back of her head and held her there.
“You filthy little girl,” I growled, my hips punching forward of their own accord, forcing her to take me deeper. “Waking me up with head, then continuing to go down on me while I was on the phone with my boss? Fuck, Berk. That was…”
She pulled off and grinned up at me. “Hot, baby,” she said. “The world you’re looking for is hot. I’m so turned on right now.” She reached between her legs, and when she presented her fingers to me, they glistened with her own arousal.
I sat up and clasped her upper arms, hauling her body over mine and dragging her in for a searing kiss.
I gripped my cock and brushed it against her pussy, groaning at her wetness coating me. “Sit down, baby. Let’s see how fast I can make you come.”
By the time I rushed through a shower and headed toward the arena thirty minutes later, the high from my and Berkley’s sex marathon was rapidly waning.
Whatever happened in the next hour would ultimately determine my future. Now that I’d finally settled into a relationship with a woman who was deeply rooted in Detroit and Michigan, the thought of having to give it all up was unfathomable. The fact that she said she’d follow me took some of the edge off my panic, but…I didn’t want to ask that of her. I may not be a native Michigander, but I loved this state like I was, and the thought of leaving gutted me.
With shaking hands, I exited my truck after parking in the players’ lot. My hands remained in near contact with my jeans as I incessantly wiped my clammy palms. The elevator ride up to the offices passed too quickly while also seeming to drag on forever. I had no idea what was about to happen, and I honestly felt like I was walking to the gallows.
When I reached Baker’s office, I rapped twice on the door, and it swung inward to reveal Fred, the assistant GM Walter Litter, and Coach.
“Jean!” Fred said, standing to shake my hand. “Good to see you, kid.”
In his heyday, Fred Baker had been a hell of a defenseman and captain, responsible for leading the Warriors to three Stanley Cup victories. Thanks to his reputation as a take-no-bullshit kind of guy and his long and storied career, he’d been larger than life and a bit intimidating the first time I’d met him.
Now, he was intimidating for a whole new reason.
Once greetings were complete, I sat at the table beside Coach; Fred and Walter sat across from us.
“Let’s cut to the chase, boys,” Fred said, never having been one to beat around the bush. He leveled me with his peculiar grey eyes. “I’m assuming you’ve seen the rumors floating around that we’re shopping you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m here to tell you that’s bullshit.”
I blinked, unsure I’d heard him correctly. “I’m sorry?”
Fred waved a dismissive hand. “You know how those Sports News assholes are,” I said. “They’ll do anything to get a few clicks.”
Isn’t that exactly what Mitch had said the day before?
And…God, had that only been yesterday? Berkley and I had spent so many hours in bed together, tangled up in the sheets and each other, that time had warped then ceased to exist until there was only her. I was having difficulty wrapping my brain around this new reality—the realization that my reality wouldn’t be changing at all.
“So…I’m staying?” I asked meekly, barely daring to hope as the words left me.
“Of course!” Fred boomed. “Quite frankly, we’d be insane to let you walk.”
Personally, I couldn’t agree more, but I simply nodded. Next to me, Coach subtly nudged me with an elbow, and I bit back a grin.
As Fred and Walter continued speaking, singing my praises, I tuned out. Mentally, I was already on my way home, calling Berkley to tell her the good news.
“So anyway,” Fred finished with a flourish, though I hadn’t heard a word of his little speech, “we’re happy to have you and hope you’ll be in Detroit for your entire career.”
“Me, too,” I said, standing to offer each of the men handshakes.
As I moved to exit the room, Coach followed behind me.
“I expect you back here for practice in two hours,” the man said as he stalked off in the direction of his own office.
“Yes, sir!” With a smile, I turned the other way.
The moment I slid behind the wheel of my truck and started it, my phone rang.
“Hey, Kenz,” I said to my little sister.
“Bee, what the fuck?”
Despite the rollercoaster of the last day and a half, I grinned. Mackenzie Jean was a great number of things—incredibly smart, driven, marched to the beat of her own drum—but she’d never been known for her tact, especially not where her big brothers were concerned. If we pissed her off, she told us in no uncertain terms.
“Uhh…you’re gonna have to be more specific, kid.”
“You’ve been AWOL for like fifteen hours! Mom is seconds away from filing a missing person’s report, Dad thinks you’re getting traded, and Nate is on his way to your apartment to check on you. Where the fuck have you been?”
I winced, pulling out my phone to shoot Berkley a warning text about my brother.
“First of all, tell Mom and Dad to relax. I’m not being traded.”
“How do you know?”
“I just sat down with my bosses. They told me they’re not shopping me, and that I can stay in Detroit for my whole career if I want.”
My sister’s relief was audible as she sighed deeply into the phone, the sound echoing through my truck speakers.
“As for Nate,” I said, “it’s nice that he cares enough to come check on me. I haven’t seen him in a while. Maybe Berkley and I will take him to breakfast.”
“You’re a pain in my ass,” Kenzie said, then hung up.
Before I headed upstairs after pulling into the garage of my building, I checked my phone for the first time since I’d gotten home from dinner with Mitch the night before.
My lock screen was bogged down with notifications. Some were from Warriors, others from college friends and teammates.
But the bulk were from my family, increasing in hysteria the longer they’d gone unanswered.
The most recent had come from my mom about thirty seconds ago.
Mama: You little shit.
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me, and I typed out a response.
Me: Sorry! Everything is good. Not being traded. I’ll call you later. Love you!
Mama: Yeah yeah love you too you brat.
When I walked into my condo, Nate and Berkley sat companionably at my kitchen island, talking over coffee.
Berkley was in her leggings from the day before and one of my t-shirts. A cursory glance told me she wasn’t wearing a bra, and considering how wet she’d been for me when I’d stripped her bare yesterday, I’d bet good money she didn’t have panties on either.
The thought had blood rushing dangerously to my cock. It was grossly inappropriate to pop a boner with my brother in the room…even if my brother had more notches in his belt than I did.
“The prodigal son returns,” Nate said wryly.
“You guys blew everything out of proportion,” I said, waving him off and moving to make my own cup of coffee. Mug in hand, I leaned against the island across from them, meeting their expectant stares. “So I went incommunicado for a few hours. Big fucking deal.”
Nate snorted. “A few hours? Bro, you were MIA for over fifteen.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “That’s what Kenzie said. But I wasn’t dead in a ditch. I was here with Berk.”
Nate nodded sagely, eyes widening in understanding. “Sex fest. Got it.”
Unperturbed by my brother’s correct analysis of how we’d spent last night and this morning, Berkeley narrowed her eyes on me.
“Well?” she asked, gnawing at her bottom lip in a way that had my mind spinning back to the incredible head I’d received that morning.
Fuck, there wasn’t a thing about this woman that didn’t turn me on, and I’d simply have to resign myself to living life with a perpetual halfie where she was concerned.
A quick glance at my brother had the heat in my veins cooling. He must’ve come right from the hospital, because he still wore his deep blue scrubs with the yellow University of Michigan logo and “Dr. Jean” embroidered on the pocket over his left pec.
Thinking of the fact that my brother willingly surrounded himself by blood and guts all day had my dick calming considerably.
“I’m staying.”
“That’s great, bro,” Nate said in that stoic way of his. The gleam in his eye was the only outward indication that he was happy for me, and he reached across the counter for a fist bump.
Where my sister was wide open with her emotions, Nate played everything close to the vest. On that spectrum, I supposed I fell somewhere in the middle of the two.
I turned to my girl, a smile slowly unfurling on her face as our gazes met and held. “You’re staying.”
I nodded, and the grin bloomed fully, turning into the most joyous expression I’d ever seen her wear.
I went around to her side and scooped her off her stool. “I’m staying,” I said again, this time low enough so only she could hear as I spun her around.
When I stopped, she kissed me soundly, clasping my face between her hands, holding me still as she nipped and sucked on my lips, as she delved her tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine.
“Berk, I gotta ask you something,” I said against her mouth when I reluctantly wrested my lips free.
“Anything.”
“You said you’d come with me if I got traded.” Her eyes met mine, those blue pools I wanted to dive into clearing, sobering, the elation from a moment ago disappearing like a storm cloud under the sun. “Did you mean that?”
“Yes.”
“You sure it wasn’t just a heat of the moment thing?”
“When have I ever said something I don’t mean in the heat of the moment?”
“Never…” I said slowly.
“You’re it for me, Brent,” she whispered. “If I had to follow you to Antarctica, I would.” She reached between us and threaded her fingers through mine. “I’d go anywhere to stay by your side.”
I gave her hand a squeeze, brushing my thumb over her ring finger. Bare, for now, but one day I’d put a rock the size of Texas on it to remind the world she was mine forever.
“I love you,” I said, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“And I you.”
“God, you guys are gross,” Nate said from behind me.
Honestly, I’d forgotten he was there, and I turned to him with a giant grin stretching my cheeks, a matching one on Berkley’s face.
“How about I take you two out to breakfast to celebrate?”
“If you’re buying, I’m in,” Nate said, rising from his seat. “But can I borrow some clothes?”
“Have you even slept?”
“No,” he groaned. “I came right from a twelve. I tried to get out of it, but Mom was…persistent.”
“I’m sorry, dude,” I told him. “I’ll drive, and afterward, you can crash in my guest room for a few hours.”
“I’ll take that offer,” Nate said, then narrowed his eyes on me and Berkley, where my arm was slung across her shoulders, hand dangling inches away from one of her breasts. “As long as you two don’t do any freaky shit while I’m here.”
Berkley and I shared a look, her mouth twitching, and I knew the memories of last night flowed through her mind as surely as they did my own.
“Don’t worry, Nate,” she said. “I’m all sexed out for the time being.”
With a pat on my chest, she stalked down the hall toward my room, leaving both of us staring after her, mouths agape.
“I think you met your match with that one,” Nate said when he recovered.
I smiled softly at my girl’s retreating back. “Did I ever.”