Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
Brighton “Bright” Strong
Shit! I thought to myself as the last vestiges of sleep began to dissipate.
I liked to sleep with my bedroom cold. I kept the temperature on the thermostat low and let the warmth in the room come from my blankets.
At the moment, the entire lower half of my body was hot.
But instead of annoying me, the heat was pleasurable.
I fought to open my eyes, slowly separating them.
Forcing them to focus, I saw Veronique hunched over my legs.
Her eyes met mine just as my dick once again disappeared into her mouth.
My dick was buried down her throat while she gobbled it.
It was all I could do to sit up on my elbows and watch a real one try to take me down.
She had me weak as hell. Had me on the verge of screaming out like a woman.
The way she was deep-throating me—so damn messy and sloppy—was fucking up my whole understanding.
If she kept it up, she was mere seconds away from being rewarded for her efforts with a load of cum down the throat.
“Shit, girl,” I managed from behind gritted teeth before shoving my hands further into her hair and pulling her face into my pelvis.
My eyes rolled back in my head when she hollowed her jaws and hummed around my dick like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. “Hmm.”
I didn’t bother trying too hard to hold back the nut. When the familiar tingling sensations started coursing through my body, I released my unborn children down her throat with a wall-shaking roar.
She swallowed greedily before cuffing my balls in a gentle massage, taking care to make sure she emptied every drop into her waiting mouth. She went so hard at draining me that she made me brick up again, which I would’ve bet money was her end goal all along.
“Get on the bed.” I pulled my dick from the prison walls that were her jaws.
She shot me a smile and a wink before she climbed on the bed and positioned herself on all fours. I grabbed a condom, opened the package, and rolled it on.
With no fanfare or warning, I slid into her guts, pushing forward until I was fully seated, my balls against her ass.
She moaned, pressing her ass against me. “Ooh, B.”
“Yeah.” I wrapped my hand around her ponytail and gave it a tug as I slammed into her. I used her ponytail for leverage, bent my knees, and slammed into her.
In and out. In and out, while her ass jiggled. My eye happened to catch the time displayed on the clock on my nightstand. I didn’t need to prolong things. I had a full day ahead of me and she needed to get back to the resort. She had a plane to catch in a few hours.
I increased the speed and intensity of my thrusts, each pump helping to better acquaint the head of my dick with her cervix.
I felt the exact second that her dam broke.
She contracted around me, her juices pooling at our juncture.
I continued to stroke her through her orgasm until I felt my release was imminent.
I pushed down on her back until she was flat on the bed and dug into her until I exploded.
I fell over on the bed, trying to catch my breath.
“You got time for one more?” She was still panting.
“No time. You’ve gotta plane to catch right?” I felt like she’d drained every ounce of energy from my body. All I could do was lay there trying to regain control of my limbs and extremities.
“I do,” she admitted with a look of reluctance.
I wasn’t really surprised when she rolled over, removed the condom, and tied off the top of it. She sat it on the floor before taking my dick in her hand.
I didn’t say a word as I watched her cover him with her warm, wet mouth again. I couldn’t care more about her missing her plane than she did.
After I’d gotten rid of Veronique and showered, I headed toward the lodge.
My family, the Strongs, owned and operated Manor at Sienna Sunset Resort.
It was the only 5-star, black-owned luxury resort in Oregon.
It was a popular destination situated at the base of the Cascada Noir National Park.
Growing up the mountains, rivers, valleys, waterfalls, and campsites had been our playground and backyard.
I was the youngest of four boys and all of us had remained in the Pacific Northwest and close to the family’s lodge.
My eldest brother, Bayliss, was the veterinarian for the horses that we kept at the stables located on the property.
Brewer was the head chef at the lodge’s most decorated restaurant, Good Ashes.
Beckham owned and operated the resort’s wilderness adventure tours.
Then there was me. I was a builder. Loved construction.
Loved remodeling and modernizing homes for locals as much as I enjoyed building vacation villas for investors and real estate magnates.
Brewer only opened Good Ashes for dinner, so I headed to the restaurant that was open for breakfast, STG Homestead.
My brothers were already there when I arrived, so I slipped into the only available seat at the table.
I spoke to each of my siblings, stopping at Bayliss.
He was nine years older than me. I couldn’t say that he treated me like a pesky little brother, because the truth was that he treated all of us like pesky little brothers—even Brewer, who was only three years younger than him.
“I’m surprised to see you here. Thought you spent Saturday mornings tucked up under your wife.” I swiped through my phone as I spoke.
“One Saturday a month. I give y’all one Saturday a month because y’all act like little women if you don’t get your big brother time from me.” We all chuckled as he continued. “Other than that, you’re right. My weekends are for my baby, so we can be on our newlywed shit.”
Two of my brothers were newlyweds and it was wild as hell.
Beckham met his girl, Collins, when she booked a wilderness vacation at the resort.
Halfway through her trip, she brought her mom, Alisha, out from Chicago.
Bayliss took one look at Alisha and fell in love.
My brothers were clearly some charming ass dudes, because next thing I knew, both women had relocated from Chicago to Jackson Falls, Oregon.
Now, not only were they married but Beckham and Collins were expecting their first kid.
“I’m surprised to see you here.” Brewer’s eyes met mine across the table. “I thought for sure you would be fucking up on some random tourist this morning.”
“He probably was. Probably dropped her off at her room so she could make that flight right before he stopped through here.” Beckham didn’t look up from his phone as he commented.
“Look,” I began, “as a member of the Strong family, it’s important that I contribute to the services that the resort offers. I’m the official pipelayer.”
“Corny ass.” Beckham chuckled.
“Young ass.” Bayliss shook his head.
Brewer didn’t comment.
I ate breakfast and shot the shit with my brothers a little while longer before we all had to head out.
Saturday was a heavy day for adventure tours.
There were always a large number of tourists that wanted Beckham to lead them into the mountains bright and early.
Brewer spent the vast majority of his time at Good Ashes, doing everything in his power to make sure that it stayed on top.
Bayliss was headed home to spend Saturday with his wife and his boys.
Initially, Alisha had been hesitant about giving Bayliss a chance because he was fourteen years younger than her.
She had four grown daughters of her own and was out of childbearing age.
She felt like it was unfair to tie Bayliss up and not be able to give him a family.
What she didn’t know at the time was that Bayliss was divorced.
He and his first wife had two sons. Bayliss wasn’t looking for a woman he could build a family with.
He was looking for a woman that would be family with him.
I left the restaurant and headed to the first of two projects my company, Jackson Strong, was working on.
The first was a remodel on a house that was purchased by a couple of empty-nester retirees.
They were moving from Minnesota and looking to make a more quiet, laid-back life in the Pacific Northwest.
I walked the property with my foreman, Sheldon, listening as he filled me in on where the project was at and what still needed to happen. I jumped in with the guys, doing some adjustment on the cabinet installation, so that when the appliances arrived we could slide them right into place.
Right around lunchtime, I blew the spot and headed into town.
I stopped by Butterscotch Café, grabbing some sandwiches, chips, and drinks.
Once I had the food, I made a stop at the vacation villa we were working on for a millionaire real estate investor and his wife.
They planned to use the 5500 square foot, seven bedroom, seven bath home as a vacation playground for them and their closest friends.
When they weren’t using it to unwind, they planned to rent it out for corporate retreats.
While the men broke for lunch, the foreman of that project, Sparren, caught me up on their progress. He’d been in contact with my office manager, Darlene. According to her, there was a delay with the flooring. But while we waited on the delivery, the roofers would come through and lay the shingles.
By the end of the day, I was tired. That didn’t stop me from stopping through Bayliss’s place, though. After a quick game of football in the front yard with my nephews, the three of us headed into the house to eat the dinner that Alisha prepared.