Chapter 18
It had beenover a month since our Miami trip, where Brett and I morphed from lovers to a full-blown couple. I still couldn’t believe how Brett declared me his without notice, but I went with it. And I was thrilled.
Really.
This entire relationship represented new ground for me. Between his nonstop optimism and constant worship of me in and out of the bedroom, I didn’t know how to handle it. Never had I felt this alive. Not even when I was married. First, Peter was never into me as physically as Brett. When Brett’s eyes fell on me, they burned through my soul, leaving a mark. Either Brett wanted to touch me or simply admire me from afar. The attention was unreal, and I’d like to say I didn’t love it. Despite Brett”s unwavering adoration, I couldn”t help but question if this relationship was built on a solid foundation. Our age difference lurked in the back of my mind like a shadow, reminding me something inevitable would stop us from flourishing.
It was a lazy autumn evening as we lay intertwined on my couch, Brett”s fingers tracing slow circles on my shoulder. It was Peter’s night with the kids, and I thought this was the perfect time to talk to him about some of the important stuff.
”Brett,” I whispered, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
He peered up at me with those piercing hazel eyes, his lips curving into a content smile. ”Yes, babe?”
“What are you thinking about?” Great. I was already getting off-topic.
“I’m thinking of how I can get to know Zoe and Sara better.”
That was unexpected. “What? Why are you thinking that?” I twisted my face.
“Seriously? They’re your kids. I feel like I haven’t seen them since that weird run-in when we returned from Miami.” Brett shifted his delicious weight toward me.
“You’ll have plenty of opportunities to get to know the girls better. Just be patient. Also, this is the first time I’ve dated anyone since Peter, so with this sort of thing, having you get to know my daughters, it will happen but may take some time.” I sighed. “Right now, I need to focus on the basement.”
“Has the contractor called you back?” Brett frowned.
“Not yet. But I’m sure he will.” I nestled into Brett’s nook.
“Well, if you need my help, just let me know.”
“I can handle it.” I pressed a hand to Brett’s solid chest. One thing I noticed about him was his need to be in control, and the fact I pushed back triggered a level of anxiety in him.
“I know you can handle it, but I’m here for you. Seriously, you’re not alone anymore.”
I hoisted myself onto an elbow, staring at Brett. “I never said I was alone, but I can handle this.”
“My independent woman.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling us together, chest to chest. “I won’t lie. Sometimes, I wish you’d let me take over.” His lips dragged across my forehead.
“What fun would that be if I let you every time?” I traced a finger across his lips.
Brett caught my digit between his teeth, nipping my flesh and releasing a low growl, sending vibrations straight to my sex. Without warning, Brett surged forward, his lips crashing onto mine in a desperate kiss. Our tongues tangled together, dancing in sync as our bodies pressed closer.
“So, you want to be in control?” Brett pulled me onto his lap until I straddled him, grinding my pussy against his hardening cock. I released a whimper at the perfect pressure against my heat. “Then show me how you want to be in control.”
His hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding my movements as I continued to grind against him. The air between us crackled with raw electricity, the need and longing filling every corner of the room.
I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his earlobe as I whispered, “Don’t move.”
Brett”s eyes burned with newfound hunger as he nodded slowly. I slid down his body until I knelt before him. He opened his legs wider so I had more than enough room to center myself between his powerful thighs. I bit my lip, not once breaking eye contact with Brett, while one hand went straight to his belt buckle as the other ran the length of his hard cock pressed against his leg, squeezing the head. Brett”s pupils darkened and locked on mine, filled with desire and a hint of apprehension. His fingers curled into fists at his sides as he waited for my next move. With a smirk playing on my lips, I ran my hands up his thighs, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingertips.
His breath hitched in as I unfastened his belt, drawing it out of the loops at a snail’s pace. The metal buckle hitting the floor echoed in the room, heightening our tension. I dragged the zipper down, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing, begging for attention. With a mischievous smile, I leaned forward. I blew a teasing breath against the sensitive head, relishing Brett”s trembling quads. His fingers tightened against the couch cushions, his knuckles turning white from his grip.
But I wasn”t about to give him what he wanted just yet. I wanted to savor this moment, to exert my control over him. I traced my tongue along the length of his shaft, savoring the taste of his desire as his hips twitched involuntarily.
As I took him into my mouth, inch by agonizing inch, a moan escaped Brett”s lips. With every bob of my head, every swirl of my tongue, I unleashed my power over him, reveling in the knowledge that it was me who could reduce this confident man to a trembling mess.
But just as Brett”s pleasure reached its peak and he was on the cusp of release, I pulled away abruptly, leaving him gasping and desperate for more.
”What are you doing?” He struggled, panting.
I smirked, my eyes glinting with mischief. ”Who said I was going to make it easy for you?” I teased.
“Julia, please,” Brett begged, squeezing his eyes shut.
I leaned forward, his cock inches from my mouth. “Tell me what you want.”
Brett”s hands clenched into fists as he tried to regain composure. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, the anticipation and need evident in every strained muscle. His voice came out in a pleading whisper. “I want my cock back in your fucking mouth.”
I grabbed his heavy balls, tugging them. “Oh yeah? Why?”
“Because you look so sexy when you fuck me with your mouth.” Brett struggled to breathe while my hand stroked his throbbing, veined dick.
A wicked smile played on my lips as I leaned in closer, teasingly running my tongue along his cock, stopping at the tip, licking a bead of precum. Brett”s body shuddered beneath me, his grip on the armrests tightening even more. His desperate need for release was palpable. ”Do you think you”ve earned it?” I whispered and raked my nails the length of his powerful thighs, creating a sprinkling of goosebumps along his flesh.
”Please, baby,” he begged. “Can I please come in your mouth?”
This was really fucking hot, and the words spilling from my mouth were shocking. I released Brett”s balls from my grip and leaned back, giving him a sultry look. “Let’s see how good you taste.”
He nodded eagerly, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. ”Please, I’ll do anything.”
As I took him back into my mouth, his body tensed. His fingers curled into the fabric of the couch, his muscles straining as he fought for control. I reveled in the taste of his desire in the way he quivered beneath me. Every moan that escaped his lips only fueled my arousal, pooling in my panties. I increased the pressure and sucked hard enough to bring him pleasure on the brink of pain. My head bounced up and down faster, with my hand gliding along his shaft to match my movements. Brett’s hand tangled itself in my hair, tugging, pulling, desperation spilling from his fingertips.
“Oh God, yes, Jules. Just like that.”
I moaned in response, feeling Brett quake under my hands.
“Yes, yes. Fuck. I’m going to come.” Brett’s face twisted into a pained expression.
I moved my mouth faster, and my grip on his shaft tightened. Every muscle in Brett’s body went rigid, his hips thrusting uncontrollably as he soared toward his climax. The sound of his moans filled the room, sending ripples of liquid heat to my pussy.
With a final, deep groan, Brett exploded. His body convulsed as his release shot into my mouth, filling it with his hot essence. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. As he came down from his high, I pulled away slowly, releasing him from my mouth.
Brett”s chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath, a blissful smile on his lips. ”Fuck,” he whispered. ”That was... incredible.”
I patted my mouth as if to use my hand as an imaginary napkin and said, “I know.”
This meeting dragged on forever, and I needed to be somewhere in about ninety minutes. And that somewhere was the twins’ soccer practice. The plan was to pick the girls up straight from school and lug all their equipment and uniforms to the field so they could change in the locker rooms. The one issue was my boss showed zero signs of slowing down this conference. Like, what the fuck. Of all days, it had to be soccer practice.
The pen in my hand that I incessantly clicked nearly slipped out of my sweaty palms as my leg shook under the table. There was no way I’d ever make it to the twins. I pulled out my phone and texted Peter, begging him to pick up the girls, briefly explaining why I needed his help. Five minutes turned into fifteen, and there was no answer. Of course, Peter didn’t answer me regarding the kids on his off day. I let out an exasperated sigh, resisting the urge to throw my phone across the room. Peter never seemed to understand the importance of being there for our children, even when I desperately needed his help.
My mind raced with all the possible scenarios that could unfold if I didn”t make it to soccer practice on time. The twins would be left waiting, their disappointment and tears tugging at my heartstrings. Well, Sara would cry. Zoe would sport a scowl until her twenty-first birthday. I couldn”t let them down. The meeting finally ended, and I had exactly fifteen minutes to get to the girls’ school.
I didn’t say bye to anyone, not even Amelia, as I sprinted out of the office, skipping the elevator and taking the steps two at a time. The run to my car felt like a lifetime, but it really took me all of two minutes. I pulled the door open, and before I even closed it, I pressed the start button for the engine—except nothing happened. I pressed the start-stop button again, and nothing.
Shit, shit, shit, shit!
This was not happening, even though it so was. My car wouldn’t fucking start. A sob escaped my chest as I understood that not only was I going to be late for the twins, but I would most likely miss the practice. And so would the girls. My mind screamed. I checked my phone again. Nothing from Peter. Silence from everyone. Amelia couldn’t help this afternoon because she was helping her mother move into assisted living tonight. I called Peter, and it rang until it went to voice mail. I left a desperate message, knowing he’d listened too late. Who else was there? My mind raced. And then it dawned on me…
Brett.
I hesitated momentarily, contemplating whether I should reach out to him. We had been seeing each other for a while now, and he did say how he wanted to bond with the girls. This might not have been the best opportunity to do that, but it was an opportunity no less.
With trembling fingers, I dialed Brett”s number.
”Hey, Julia,” he answered on the second ring, his deep voice filled with an ease that seeped into my skin.
Tears welled up in my eyes as frustration and anxiety threatened to overwhelm me. ”Brett, I need your help.”