Magnolia #2
“Goddamn, baby. This is so much sexier in person.” The pad of his finger glides down in between my breasts, around the corset lace, and then traces around my hard nipple. “I wanna rip this off you right now.”
“Tsk, tsk.” I step back out of his grasp. “No touchin’, cowboy.”
He pouts. “Since when?”
“That was the deal. For every drink you sample, I lose a piece of clothing. Nothin’ about getting handsy.”
Although I very much want his hands all over me, that’s not part of our little game.
He arches a brow and crosses his arms. “Then I want to revisit the terms of this contract before the next drink...”
“Sorry, oral contracts cannot be altered.” I smirk, then go back behind the counter and start on my next latte.
Although I’m not focusing on him, I can feel his gaze on me—specifically, my chest. But I love having his full attention on me even if I’m being my own personal cock block.
“You know, my eyes are up here.”
“I’m aware, but your nipples stared at me first.”
I snort at how serious he sounds. “And all this time, I thought you were an ass man.”
“That’s where you’re mistaken, love. I’m a Magnolia man who’s obsessed with everything about you.”
My cheeks heat as I fight the urge to say fuck it and jump into his arms. But I’m not folding this easily just yet.
“Are you ready for the next one?” I top this drink with sweet, cold foam and cinnamon.
“That looks like dessert in a cup.”
“Pretty close. I’m gonna call it the Cinnamon Roll Latte.”
He takes a sip, licks the cold foam off his lips, and then tastes it again. “Very sweet, but I like it.”
“Too sweet? I could add less syrup.”
“Maybe a little, but honestly, it’s still good.”
“The sweet, cold foam on top adds a layer of sweetness, so maybe I’ll put less syrup in the cup so it’s not so overwhelming.” I grab my phone and write myself a note for the next time I make it. “Okay, that was good feedback. You’ve earned another piece of clothing.”
“Hmm...” His tongue teases his bottom lip as his gaze lowers down the length of me. “Jeans.”
Just as I figured. He’s going to die when he sees the see-through lacy panties, garter belt, and black stockings.
I flick open the button before he stops me. “Do I at least get the honor of removin’ it for you?”
“If you think you can handle keepin’ your hands to yourself,” I tease and stand between his legs.
“Turn around,” he orders, and I put my back toward him.
He wraps his arms around my waist, lowers the zipper, and then oh-so-slowly slides my jeans to my ankles.
“Boots?” he asks.
“Depends if you want ’em on or off...” I glance over my shoulder and see him contemplating.
“On...for now.”
I kick them off so he can remove my jeans, then I slip the boots back on.
“Fuckin’ hell. You’re stunning, baby.” His labored breathing tickles my neck as he stands behind me. “Not touchin’ you is torture.”
I turn around so he can appreciate the full look and his eyes grow to saucers at what he sees.
His arms are behind his back as if he has to physically restrain himself from reaching for me and that level of respect from a man isn’t something I’ve ever had.
I teasingly tell him no touching and he’s ready to cuff his wrists back so he doesn’t cross the boundary I set.
When his heated gaze burns me from the inside out, I’ve never wanted his touch more than I do right now.
“I’m about to get on my knees and beg you to let me kiss you right now.”
The desperation in his voice has me cracking.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pull his head down, and crash our mouths together.
His needy hands circle my waist, and he yanks me flush against his body with a relieved moan.
The hardness beneath his jeans pokes into my stomach and my heart hammers at the anticipation of finally giving all of myself to him.
Tripp lifts my ass and my legs wrap around him as he settles me on the counter. Our mouths stay glued together as his hands explore my body, cup my breasts, and wander down to the garter piece.
“As beautiful as you look in this, I want to rip it off and kiss every inch of your skin.”
“Just don’t ruin it. Fisher paid for it.”
Tripp freezes mid-touch and kiss. Welp, shouldn’t have let that bit slip.
The corners of my lips tilt up as I wait for him to process what I just said.
Finally, he swallows hard. “Not sure I like the idea of another man payin’ for my girlfriend’s lingerie.”
“To be fair, I wasn’t your girlfriend at the time he did.” I shrug as if that’s explanation enough.
“And why exactly did my sister’s new husband buy it for you?”
I chuckle at his serious tone. “Are you jealous?”
“Sunny.” His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls my ass to the edge of the counter. “I’m holdin’ back every ounce of restraint not to go all caveman on your ass, so you better just tell me before my imagination runs wild.”
Lowering my hand between us, I rub my palm over his erection and he groans. Then because I want him to very much lose control, I tell him the truth about Fisher asking me for help and letting me pick out my own.
“I probably didn’t need to know you helped him pick out pieces for my sister.”
“You asked.” I smirk as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “That’s what you get for being an obsessive, jealous addict.”
He yeets me off the counter, throws me over his shoulder with one arm, and then walks out of the kitchen.
“Oh my God, Tripp!” I shriek as the whiplash has my hands reaching for something to hang onto and end up holding on to his back pockets.
His calloused palm connects with my bare cheek, and I squeal at the hard crack that ripples through me.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” I tell him in my most serious tone.
He tosses me on the bed, then hovers over me. “Such a devious little Sunflower. How shall I punish you?”
“Hmm...” I pretend to contemplate my answer, teasing my foot up the side of his leg. “You could fuck me six ways to Sunday and make me scream in ten foreign languages.”
“Fuckin’ hell. I don’t know how I’m gonna survive you and that dirty mouth of yours.” He tosses his hat, reaches behind his neck, and then yanks off his shirt.
About goddamn time.
Tripp’s body is all tan skin and muscles with a light feathering of chest hair. I can’t wait to drag my tongue all the way down his happy trail and that perfect V that hides beneath his boxer shorts to his thick erection. I’m going to make a whole meal out of this man’s cock.
“Guess you’ll have to keep my mouth busy then.” Sitting up on my elbows, I reach for him, and he slips his tongue between my lips.
“Before we go any further, I need to make sure you truly want this. There’s no rush, and I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
Damn. God knew what he was doing when he created this man for me. So sweet and perfect.
With the ability to melt my heart and body with just his words.
I really don’t know what I did to deserve him, but I’m soaking in every minute he’s mine.
Cupping his face, I bring his forehead to mine. “I want you, Tripp. In any way you want to give me, I’ll take, but never worry I’m not right where I wanna be when we’re together. In case you’ve somehow missed it, I’ve been crazy about you for some time...”
His cheeks stretch with a smile. “I’m glad you meet my level of obsession or this could get awkward.”
A laugh bubbles out of my chest. “You mean more awkward than me tellin’ you to knock me up in a text?”
His dick visibly twitches against me and my eyes lower to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. He quickly adjusts himself, clearly turned on by my words, and I grin at him liking it.
“Are you...” I laugh at the cute blush spreading across his cheeks. “Do you have a breeding kink I should know about?”
He grins with a shrug. “Or a Magnolia kink. Maybe both. Take it out and see for yourself, Sunny.”
Licking my lips, I reach between us until I can pull him out and appreciate every solid inch of him. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, stroke the velvety skin, and watch as he squeezes his eyes.
“Time to test my theory.” I continue my movements, increasing my pace as his breathing hitches.
Let’s see how turned on he gets when I tease him.
“You wanna fuck me and put your baby-making seed inside me? Fill me over and over, own my body, and make me your good little breeding hole?”
His eyes roll to the back of his head. “Jesus Christ. You’re gonna kill me.”
Thank you, Noah, for introducing me to alien breeding smut because it just helped me seduce your brother.
“Too much?” I ask, but then pre-cum spills from his tip, and I smile with pride at getting him so easily worked up. “Guess not.”
“Not at all. My cum is all yours, baby.”
“In that case...” I rub the pad of my thumb over his crown, making him a mess for me. “Knock me up, cowboy.”