Chapter 12
Lila
I woke up that morning with a sly smile on my face.
Did he really think I hadn’t seen him when I walked into Giovanni’s with Hans?
He wasn’t hard to miss.
And maybe I had smiled even more at Hans.
Because I noticed Bronson’s reaction.
The tick in his jaw.
It had taken everything I had to keep it together to not burst into laughter at the sight of him.
And it had also taken everything I had to not get up, go over to him, and ask him what was taking him so long to take his shot.
Even more so when we finished, Hans paid and walked me out of the restaurant right by Bronson.
His glaring whiskey-colored eyes were tracking us the whole way.
Just before we left the restaurant, Hans lowered his head and whispered, “That was him. Wasn’t it?”
I winked at him.
He chuckled.
The sound of glass breaking followed us out the door.
***
I had just thrown the laundry into the dryer when there was a knock on my front door.
Frowning, I headed in that direction.
And when I peered out the peephole, a slow, beaming smile formed on my face.
Bronson.
Oh.
Man.
Yes.
Come to, Mama.
I schooled my features, unlocked the door, and opened it.
And the moment it was clear, I looked up into his face, and he shared, “Next man you go out on a date with will be me. Get me?”
I lifted a brow, “Why is that?”
“This,” he growled.
And then his hand came to the side of my neck, slight pressure was applied, and then his head came down as his lips slammed into mine.
Oh. My. Gawd.
I didn’t hesitate.
I fisted my hands in his tee and pulled him closer to me, as I met him with as much passion as he was.
He growled against my lips as his tongue teased them.
I didn’t hesitate to open them for him as his tongue swept into my mouth, teasing my tongue with his.
I moved my hand up and ran it over his bald head and moaned.
His hands moved to cup my ass as he squeezed. Again, I didn’t hesitate to do a little jump as I wrapped my legs around his hips.
Our tongues danced. Our lips caressed.
He spun us so my back slammed against the wall, and then his hard body was there pressed against mine as he kissed and teased me with his mouth.
His lips moved from my lips to the side of my neck.
I tilted my head to give him better access.
He ground his hips into me, and I felt it.
His cock was hard and wanting.
I moaned as I felt it.
My pussy quivered.
And then he did something with his tongue along the column of my throat, I gasped as I saw stars.
“You wet for me, baby?” he asked in a ragged whisper.
I nodded, “Yes.”
He chuckled darkly.
“Six. Be ready.” He said in a ragged breath against my lips.
The only thing I could do was to nod, then whisper, “Okay.”
Then he let go of my ass, and I dropped my feet to the floor, but his arms stayed locked around me to ensure I was steady.
And that was when it hit me, “Are you fucking serious?” I growled.
He winked, “Payback for the shit you pulled with that fucker.”
And then he pressed a kiss on the tip of my nose and walked out of my house.
I leaned back against the door.
Then I pulled my phone out. I needed my girls.
Badass Chicks Text Thread
Me – Bronson just kissed me.
Me – Oh my stars.
Me – I think I just went through an orgasm from his lips alone.
Harlee – Yes girl!
Tatum – About damned time.
Cassie – Saw it. Called it! Yes, sister!
Talia – About time, Beasty boi.
Everly – Swoon.
Me – He slammed me into the wall. Fucking hell.
Talia – Oh, when Dom does that! Yes.
Harlee – I cum instantly when Carter does that.
Tatum – Garrick does that to me in the shower every morning.
Talia – Okay!
Cassie – Alec too.
Talia – Gah!
Everly – Y’all suck.
Me – Sorry!
Everly – Girl! Don’t be. Happy for you.
Me – He told me to be ready at six.
Harlee – On my way.
Tatum – Be there shortly.
Talia – Be there in an hour.
Everly – On my way.
Cassie – Called Misty, she’s got the kids for a bit.
And three hours later, when they left, I was dressed to impress.
I had on dark, washed jeans that hugged my hourglass frame perfectly.
Black boots that came up to my knees, and an off-the-shoulder sweater. In red.
My blonde hair was curled in fat curls with a shit tone of volume.
I had on light makeup because my mom always taught me to let my true beauty shine through. But it never hurt to make sure your best features shone.
Mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss.
I snapped a picture of myself and sent it to my text thread with the kids.
I knew that they knew I was going out with their dad tonight.
They had texted me earlier when the girls were here to help me get ready.
Hers Text Thread
Me – Do I look okay?
Madalyn – Smokin’. Dad’s gonna freak.
Cole – Make him earn in, Lila.
Me – I will.
Me – Sure y’all are okay with this?
Madalyn – Yes.
Cole – Dad ever tried to date anyone else; I’d revolt.
Madalyn – Same.
Me – Love you, guys.
Madalyn – We love you too.
Cole – Ditto.
But... the moment I saw him... I really didn’t remember much.
Because as soon as the knock came on the door, and I opened it... Well... all I saw was the way he bit his bottom lip.
I couldn’t tell you who moved first.
Months, and months, and months of pent-up frustration. Of want. Of need.
His mouth was on mine; my hands were tangled up in his black button-up shirt.
Needing more, to feel him, I ripped his shirt open, and the moment my hands came in contact with his skin, he moaned, then he tore his mouth from mine, “Do this. Gonna miss dinner.”
“Fuck dinner.” I rasped and then slammed my lips back to his.
He growled, then hefted me up.
My legs wrapped around his hips, and then he was carrying me through my house.
I didn’t know where we were headed, and I didn’t care to know.
My ass landed on something, and yet, our mouths still didn’t move away from each other.
Hands tangled in my hair.
Pulling at the strands, eliciting a moan from me, and into his mouth.
He tore his lips from mine, “Fuck me, this hair,” he groaned as he buried his face in it.
I ran my hands over his chest and down his washboard abs, caressing every dip and crevice, wanting to run my tongue along the deep lines.
Taste him.
Feel him.
I wanted it all with him.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled against my neck.
“What do you mean?” I asked breathily.
“Well...” he kissed my neck, “Do you want...” he licked along that vein, “It hard and fast...” he kissed down to my collar bone, “Or do you want it slow and sweet?”
“Can’t I have both?” I asked.
He chuckled.
The vibration from his chest gave me shivers.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked as his hands spanned the width of my hips.
“You wet for me, baby?” he asked huskily.
“Why don’t you find out?” I asked.
And then his hands roamed over my body.
I lifted my arms as he lifted my sweater off my body and flung it.
Then his eyes sparkled as he took in the lacy black bra that cupped my breasts. “Gonna feast on them, baby.”
And he did just that.
The moment my bra was off, his mouth latched onto one nipple, and I found myself grinding my pussy into his hard erection.
The denim from my jeans combined with his gave the right amount of friction but I wanted, needed more.
His mouth left my nipple as he attacked the other one.
My hands roamed over his head, pulling him closer, needing more of him.
And then, like a flash, he was gone.
But not too far.
No... he was on his knees, looking up at me, as he removed one boot then the other.
I winked, “Something about a man on his knees for a girl.”
“Get used to it. Bout to show you one of my favorite pastimes.” He teased.
And he didn’t lie.
Cause once both my boots were gone, he stripped me of my jeans, and then he did the sexist thing known to man.
He removed my black lace panties with his teeth.
Fuck. Me.
But I wasn’t going to let his statement go; therefore, I warned, “Don’t ever talk about things you did with any other woman.”
He winked up at me, “Yes, ma’am.”
And then, I forgot how to breathe, how to think.
Against my pussy, he said in a ragged tone, “Breathe, baby.”
I did.
At the same time, his beard rubbed deliciously between my thighs... oh sweet baby Jesus.
His tongue hit my folds, spread them open, and then he found my clit.
My back arched.
My hands braced on top of the island.
He feasted on my pussy.
His fingers moved to insert first one finger, then a second, then a third, “Fuck, I could live right here,” he groaned as he dove back in and feasted.
I moaned, “I’d let you.”
Then he did something with his tongue, and I tensed, “Again. Fuck. Yes.”
He didn’t hesitate to do it over and over as his fingers channeled into my waiting heat.
And as I was about to come apart, he growled, “Not without me.”
Then, before I could say a single word, I was up and off the island, spun around my back to his front, and then he was there.
I didn’t even realize he had already shucked his boots, jeans, and boxers.
Not until his hard cock probed my entrance, “Haven’t been with a woman since Madalyn came into this world. I’m clean.”
“Haven’t been with anyone since I was nineteen. I’m clean too.” I told him. Then I said, “I take the shot for birth control. Only to help with my periods.”
“You want me bare?” he asked as he pressed a kiss on my shoulder, his fingers playing with my folds.
I turned my head to lock my eyes with his as I asked, “You trust me to give it to me bare?”
“Fuck yes.” He growled.
And then his fingers fell away, and then he said, “Brace for hard and fast, baby.”
I braced.
And then his cock slammed into me in one powerful thrust.
“Fuck.” He moaned.
He stilled.
I adjusted to the size of him.
Goddamn, I had felt how massive he was, but nothing compared to the feel of him.
Stretching me.
Filling me.
My head fell back at the way he filled me. The way he made me stretch.
Needing more of him, needing all of him, I moaned, “Move, honey, please.”
His hands came to my hips, he pulled out, and then he slammed back in.