Chapter 37
Magical dick
Sophia
This is what I wanted.
Music cranked, punctuated occasionally by the sound of power tools from the spare bedroom, fresh eggs and bacon in a pan, and dancing with the tunes in nothing but Oliver’s oversized t-shirt.
When I told him about skipping steps, I was dreaming of landing here.
With a man who loves me, plans for the future, and the peace of knowing that we’ll aim for them together.
Loud pounding at the back door makes me freeze.
Just as I turn, Brent barges into the kitchen, his dark eyes are pin-points under his furrowed brows.
“Oliver!” he bellows, halfway across the tiles before he stops and turns.
“You?” He blinks at me rapidly. “Sophia McCullough? Did you put him up to this?” He waves his phone at me menacingly.
All I have is my spatula, but I hold it up like it’s a sword. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but you need to learn how to wait for someone to let you in.”
The side of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “This ain’t your house—”
“Yea, it is.” Oliver appears from around the corner, crossing his arms over his chest. His scowl at his own brother would make most guys quake.
Damn, I love him.
Brent’s cheek drops into a frown. “You have got to be kidding me. She’s the one?”
Oliver nods, then one thick finger raises to almost jab Brent in the nose. “Be nice,” he grunts.
Brent’s shoulders deflate as he glances between us. “Seriously?”
“I thought you hated him?” Brent’s thumb gestures to his imposing older brother.
“I did.” Brandishing a wide smile, I turn the slices of bacon over in the pan. “But now I don’t.”
“What the hell happened?” he mutters, rubbing his head.
“I gave her the best dick she’s ever had,” Oliver chuckles, slapping Brent’s arm.
“Ollie! Oh my god,” I gasp in feigned shock. But then I grin at Brent. “He’s right though.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Brent grumbles. “I don’t want to hear any of this. I just want to know why you’re dropping out of the circuit.”
That makes me freeze. “What does he mean?”
Oliver shrugs. “I don’t need to compete in the rodeo, baby. I’ve already won.”
Heat rushes through me, lacing hot tendrils up my neck, and dripping down my thighs.
“But what about me? Team roping takes two people, Oliver!” Brent follows Oliver down the hall.
Then I can hear him yell in surprise. “Is that a crib?”
That makes me giggle and run my palm over my belly.
It won’t be long until this baggy shirt doesn’t cover the growing bump.
Oliver reappears carrying one of the heavy batteries from his DeWalt tools, with Brent on his heels.
“We have two more events, Brent,” he says with a sigh. “Plenty of time for you to find a backup for fall events. The plan was we’d finish the spring circuit. Sophia’s due November fourth, so end of June is even pushing it.”
Brent shoves the heels of his hands into his eyes, then runs his fingers erratically through his hair. “Who can I find as a back up?”
Oliver squints at him, his hand clenching at his thigh. “Congratulations on becoming an uncle, Brent. That’s what is important.”
Brent shakes his head, flashing me a scowl. “How do you know she’s not like Paige? That bitch did it to manipulate you—”
I’ve never seen Oliver move that fast.
His fist raises to meet Brent’s cheek in a swift blow, knocking his younger brother backwards against the wall.
“They are not the same,” he growls.
Well. Now I’m soaking wet seeing him stand up for me.
Brent rubs his jaw. “Sorry. Jesus, Ollie. My bad for wanting to look out for you.”
“I told you in Pendleton I was gonna marry her.” Oliver steps into Brent’s space. “Whether or not she got pregnant.”
“You did?” I squeak. That was our first night together and he knew then?
It was me that took forever to see it.
Brent groans. “Fuck. I remember. I thought you were just talking shit.” He tenderly touches the red mark that’s swelling below his eye. “I feel like an ass.”
“You should. Out of everyone who’s found out about Sophia and I, you realize you’re the only one who was an idiot about it? Even her dad was fine.” Oliver tilts his chin, glaring down at Brent. “I didn’t expect you to be the thorn.”
Brent wilts under his brother’s scrutiny. “Not a very good way to start off my new role as an uncle.” His gaze flicks to me. “I really do apologize.”
I believe him.
“Thank you.” I give him a half smile, then turn off the stove top. “Did you want some breakfast?”
Brent fixes his hat, but shakes his head. “I appreciate the peace offering. But I got a few calls to make now to see if I can find a heeler for the second half of the season.”
“I didn’t mean to drop out on you. My priorities have changed.” Oliver steps back, leaning his hip against the island counter and steals a small piece of bacon from the tray.
“I get it. I’ll see you on Monday in the office.” Brent’s left eye is turning a soft purple as he starts to leave.
“Wait.” Reaching into the freezer, I grab a bag of peas and wrap it in a hand towel from the drawer. “Take this for your shiner.”
His lips thin, but he takes the ice pack. When he leaves, it’s a lot less violently than when he arrived.
Oliver snags another chunk of crispy bacon and throws me a wink.
“Did you really tell him in Pendleton?” Turning away from him, I reach up into the cupboard to get down two plates.
He grabs my bare ass from behind then locks me with his body against the cabinet. “Did you really stand here talking to my brother with my naked pussy hanging out into the world?” His lips burrow against the side of my neck to nibble a scalding line under my ear.
I pause, leaning into the fire of his mouth. “It was really hot that you defended my honor,” I giggle.
His searching hands work up my body under the loose fabric of the shirt until one wraps my throat and the other pinches my sensitive nipple sending an arcing current shivering through me.
“You’re special, Soph.” He squeezes both, making me gasp. “I know you’re mine. And I’m yours. Every piece of me.”
“Then give me my favorite part.” I know he can’t see it, but I have a grin that’s so wide it makes my cheeks ache.
Trailing my fingers down his side, I claw at his pocket, begging him for more.
“The best dick,” he growls, nipping harder on my tender skin before he shifts to drop his zipper.
“Yes,” I hiss when he thrusts into me. “It’s what books are written about.”
“Better than a knot,” he grunts, driving into me as he reaches around to find my hard clit.
A jolt shudders through me at his touch, pulling a moan out of my chest. “Or a pirate.”
His hips move faster, slapping his thighs against mine as he folds me over the granite counter.
“I’ll be one of your fantasy novels, baby.
” He shifts his grip to my shoulder, leveraging himself deeper, ramming me to the brink of climax.
“Now come on my magical cock, princess,” he growls. “Show me how much you love this.”
With one last squeeze of his hand around my throat, he lets a surge of oxygen flood into me and tilts my pelvis, catapulting me into a frenzy of tremors.
He groans, locking me into the vise of his palm and his body as the wave rushes through him, filling me with his release.
Burning cum dribbles down my thighs while the aftershocks ripple through us both.
“I may never read again,” I pant, dropping my elbows to the hard surface. “Completely unnecessary now.”
His low laugh makes his shaft twitch inside of me before he pulls out. “Don’t move.” Using a warm cloth, he wipes my shaky legs and then presses the heat to my throbbing pussy.
Letting out a purr, I turn to him and snuggle to his chest. “I didn’t know you were going to quit competing.” I tilt to watch his face. “You know I’d never ask you to do that?”
“I do.” He drops a kiss to the tip of my nose. “I have more important things than roping calves.” With a sweep of his arm, he scoops me against him and carries me towards the spare room. “Like, have you telling me what color we should paint the nursery?”