Chapter Eighteen
Chad woke with a start. He’d been having a wonderful dream about being on a honeymoon with Britt, lying in the sun on a private balcony as she went down on him.
Looking down, he realized he wasn’t dreaming. Not about Britt being between his legs, at least.
She was on her knees, bent over his crotch, and she had his cock in her mouth.
She looked up at him when he stirred, and it was all he could do not to come right then and there. Her hair was falling around her shoulders, brushing against his groin, and her lips stretched around his dick was erotic as hell.
Then he remembered. The accident.
“Britt, no,” he murmured, reaching for her. But she brought an arm up and blocked him—and sucked harder.
Chad groaned. Damn , her mouth felt amazing.
She doubled her efforts, now that he was awake, squeezing the base with her hand as she bobbed up and down on him.
Her saliva and his precome gave her plenty of lube, and Chad couldn’t help but flop back down against his pillow as she greedily devoured him.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he opened them again and lifted his head. He wasn’t going to miss this. No way.
It was obvious Britt was into what she was doing. She wasn’t sucking him because she felt obligated. The effort and energy she put into blowing him was genuine. And that was a huge turn-on.
“Come up here,” he cajoled, wanting his mouth on her pussy as she sucked him off.
But she shook her head, even as she continued to bob on him.
It wasn’t going to take him long to come, and he told her as much.
In response, she sucked faster, taking him to the back of her throat and swallowing.
“Fuck,” Chad gasped as he threaded his fingers through her hair, holding it back from her face so he could see his cock disappearing into her mouth.
“I’m close,” he warned. “Pull off now if you don’t want a mouth full of my come.”
She didn’t let go, simply raised her gaze to his as she sucked harder.
That was all it took. Chad exploded. His vision went dark and he saw stars as Britt swallowed every drop of his release.
It was a full thirty seconds before he could think again, and when he looked down, Britt’s head was resting against his thigh as she gently caressed his now-flaccid cock.
“Damn, woman,” Chad murmured.
“Good morning,” she replied with a saucy grin.
Chad leaned over and pulled her upward until she was resting on his chest. “Are you hurting? Why’d you do that? You have to be so sore.” He couldn’t decide if he was pissed or pleased with her right this moment.
“I’m okay. A little sore. Too sore to make love, but I wanted to show you how much I love you. How thankful I am that you’re in my life.”
“I loved that, and you, but at no time will I ever put my own pleasure above your safety and comfort.”
“I’m fine, Chad. I promise. I love giving head. The control it makes me feel. And I needed that after yesterday, when I had none. At that moment, when I realized we were going to crash, that we were going into the water, I felt so helpless.”
Any ire he had about her possibly hurting herself disappeared into a puff of smoke. “I’m so sorry, Peach.”
But she shook her head. “Why? You didn’t cut those brakes or make the steering not work. You were there when I needed you. When your mom needed you.”
Thinking about what happened threatened to destroy Chad’s mellow mood after the best blow job he’d ever received. Rolling until Britt was under him, he leaned on his elbows and stared down at her for a long moment.
“What?” she asked with a small smile.
“I’m trying to decide if you’re being honest with me about how you feel. How sore you are.”
“I don’t think anyone can be in an accident, be restrained by a seat belt, have the airbag go off in their face, and not be sore,” she replied.
“Does it hurt to lie on your back?”
“No. Mostly when I twist too far one way or another. And my shoulder hurts. I think it probably took the brunt of the airbag’s impact.”
“You need one of the painkillers the doc prescribed?” Chad asked.
“No.”
“Sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay. Then how about you just lie there. I’ll do all the work,” Chad told her.
“All the work— Oh!”
When he began to slide down her body, it clearly dawned on her what he meant. Chad was pleased when she eagerly widened her legs, giving him room and inviting him in.
For the next twenty minutes, he teased and pleasured his woman.
She’d had a hell of a day yesterday, and he wanted to start this one out as amazingly for her as she’d done for him.
Eating her out was a feast for his senses.
His dick got hard two minutes after he licked her for the first time, but he ignored it. This was for Britt.
After her third orgasm, she begged for mercy.
Smiling, Chad rested his cheek on her thigh, much as she’d done after he’d orgasmed, and inhaled deeply. Her scent was ingrained in his psyche, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“I’m dead,” she said, her eyes closed as she lay limp and sated under him.
Chad chuckled. “I hope not. Because if I’m not mistaken, I smell bacon. And I heard my brothers arrive not too long ago.”
Britt sat up abruptly, then let out a small groan of pain. “They’re here? Why didn’t you say anything? What time is it?”
“Yes. Because I was busy, and so were you. And I don’t know and don’t care.”
“Chad!” she complained. “We need to get downstairs and see what’s happening.”
“We will.” He scooted up and gently pushed Britt back down. He stared into her eyes for a long moment, trying to read her.
She gave him a small smile. “I’m okay. That was a fantastic way to wake up.”
“I agree. You want to shower?”
“Of course.”
“Sorry, I should’ve been more specific. You want to shower with me ?”
She frowned a little. “Won’t that be ... weird? I mean, your family might know.”
“Do you care? They already know we’re dating. And for the record ... I know it’s too soon, but if things continue to go as well as they are with us ... my plan is to make this, us , permanent.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“I want it all with you, Peach. A ring, a wedding here at Lobster Cove, kids, maybe a dog or cat, the whole shebang. I’m doubting we’ll live with my mom forever, but for now, I think she needs us both here.
I’m not willing to pretend that we aren’t in a serious relationship.
I want this. Mornings with you in our bed. Intimate showers. All of it.”
Chad held his breath. He was showing all his cards, and he hoped like hell he and Britt were on the same page.
“I want that too,” she whispered after a moment. “And yes, I’d love to shower with you. I’ve never gone down on anyone in the shower, but I’m thinking it would be fun. We can make a mess and not have to worry about laundry afterward.”
And just like that, Chad’s cock was stiff as a board once more. He had a feeling it was going to be a normal occurrence with Britt around. His brain conjured an image of coming on her tits as she knelt in the shower, smiling up at him.
“Fuck yes,” he breathed, then forced himself to roll away from her and stand. She was sore, and if he stayed in bed with her another second and listened to her say such dirty things, he’d end up doing something he’d regret. And he’d never ever do anything that would hurt this woman.
“No going down on anyone again today. We need to shower and get some breakfast before we hear the plan my brothers came up with last night, then execute said plan.”
“You really aren’t upset that you weren’t included?” Britt asked with a small frown.
“Not in the least. I trust them. Whatever they came up with will be perfect.”
Britt stood, and Chad took her hand. She was wearing one of his T-shirts that she’d put on the night before, with nothing on under it. She was sexy as hell ... and all his. He was a lucky bastard, and he’d spend the rest of his life making sure he spoiled this woman shamelessly.
He’d spent his teens watching his dad do the same for his mom.
He’d had the best role model, and he vowed to make his dad proud, even if he couldn’t be here to see it.
For a moment, Chad was sad that his father never got to meet Britt.
But if he was still around, Chad never would’ve met her.
He wouldn’t have had a reason to move home, wouldn’t have been in that parking lot at the exact moment Britt needed him.
Austin Young had to have had a hand in them meeting. Everything happened for a reason, and while Chad hated that his dad had to die in order for him to find Britt, he was coming to terms with it. Besides, he had no doubt his father was watching over his family from wherever he was.
Their first shower together was cramped and a comedy of errors. The shower/tub combo wasn’t exactly made to hold two people at the same time. They made it work, but Chad vowed at some point to give them a roomy and comfortable shower more conducive to sharing.
They made their way downstairs hand in hand and found his three brothers and Evelyn sitting at the kitchen table. Everyone was frowning, which wasn’t a great sign.
“Thank goodness you’re here. Your brothers are being stubborn and irritating!” his mom declared.
Looking from her to the others, he saw without anyone saying a word that they thought their mom was being just as stubborn and irritating.
“Something smells amazing. Zach, please tell me you made whatever it is.”
“Egg tarts, jalapeno bacon, fruit bowls,” Zach informed her.
“Yum,” Britt said. “Good morning, Evelyn. Lincoln, Knox,” she said, nodding at his brothers and going over to his mom to kiss her on the top of the head. “How do you feel this morning?” she asked in the same sweet, easy tone.
“Sore. Mad. Ready to kick some butt,” Evelyn responded.
Britt chuckled. “Can I grab something to eat before we get out the pitchforks and head out to hunt for people’s heads?”
Her words seemed to snap his mom out of the funk she’d been in. “Of course. Here, let me get up and—”
“Nope. You stay,” Britt told her. “I can get it.”