“I’m rough,” Bronte discloses instantly, prompting a few seconds of silence before adding, “I’m not nice. There’s no controlling the shit I will do to you, Daydream, because I have thought of fucking your mouth hard for almost two years now. Doing so would’ve made you realize I’m not Bobby. Doing so now might get you to divorce me. Doing so might make you hate this holiday.”
I stare blankly at him, not because I’m cocky and think I’m the number one best blow jobber in the world, but because I know, without a doubt, he’ll stop if I ask him.
I’m not entirely sure how I know that, but I’m not scared.
I’m actually enthralled with it.
“Can we have a safe word?” I inquire. “Cookies?”
He gives me a stern stare, which doesn’t hit where he wants it to. “How about we forget I ever said it?”
“Not possible,” I quip. “Christmas is the season for giving.”
His nostrils flare, but I see longing and hunger in those light green eyes. I’m winning.
“Is that why you’d be sucking my cock?” he hedges evenly. “Because you want to give me something?”
Yes.
And no.
Yes, because he asked, and it just came to mind.
No, because I don’t feel obligated, but fascinated by that sort of intimacy with him.
“You want me to stay married to you,” I reply. “Shouldn’t I see everything I’m working with?”
A muscle in his jaw ticks before he reaches for the button of his dress slacks, undoes the button, and quickly pulls at the zipper.
“Don’t forget the safe word when your lips aren’t on my dick,” he grinds out, stepping over the chessboard when hiscock springs free in my face because he just teleported over here. “Two hits to my thigh when you’re swallowing me if you want me to stop.”
He sounds mad, but I’m only zoned in on the wordsswallowing mebefore I wrap my lips around his velvety tip and suck.
It’s only seconds before Bronte’s fingers are laced and balling a good portion of my hair into his fists. He doesn’t yank, but it’s enough tension to know he’s able to take control at any minute he wishes.
I like that.
Mentally, my brain likes that he could take control at any given moment and just take what he wants.
Like he took me.
No warning.
No heads-up.
Nothing.
Logically and morally, it makes no sense. He lied and kept things from me in secret. He legally made me attached to him without asking me.
But something deep within my gut is familiar with him already. And I’m not entirely sure if that’s because I’ve seen almost a similar face on him, like I have Bobby, or there’s something more to that. If the attraction we shared ran that deep and stayed.
It’s easier for him than it is for me because he knows me already. It could be because we’re in Prague, and I’m on my dream vacation, which is putting me in a good mood and sucking my ex-fiancé’s brother’s cock.
Or, I could blame it on Christmas.
All in all, reality is going to hit heavy and hard when I get back to New York. Not only am I going to have to deal with Nettie and how worried she is about me while rattling off a million and one questions at the ungodly speed she does, but Bobby’s family.
And then I need to tell my parents.
