"Oy, prick you have light beers in this bitch? Someone turning my big brother soft? I am late but.... holy shit," Tanner’s voice calls before the sound of crashing glass and loud thunk of him slamming backwards from wherever he was coming fill the room.
"Holy shit! Tanner, get out of here!" I shout, pushing just a little forward to sink the whole swollen crown of my cock inside of my girl. Maren whimpers and I slam a hand over her mouth, smirking at her. It’s a dick move. Literally. Yet, being just alittle inside her with another man nearby, even my little brother, calms the beast pounding inside my chest. That possessive, primal creature that has wanted to claim
"It’s hockey, bro. The Howlers game tonight. You told us to come over."
"Us," I shout, turning as I pop up to peer over the couch. "Bro you better be joking. Is everyone here right now?"
"N-no, it’s just me. Dexter is finishing a job but Ethan will be here in... bro please tell me...it ain’t...I mean, you ain’tin there...."
Beneath me, my filthy, fiery little thing laughs. Laughs as I pump my hips just a little because, yeah, I was....it wasin there,as he put it. Hissing a line of curses at him, I send a look that would turn a lesser man to stone. Tanner does not count as a lesser man—hell none of my brothers do.
"Get. The. Fuck.Out. Come back in a few hours," I roar.
Beneath me, Maren is laughing still, her hips circling to rub her pussy against my cock as it pops out of her. I tighten my grip on her throat. Bad idea, she lets out the hottest little moan and I push forward, desperate to fuck her, to own her, to claim her the way my body is aching to.
"Can’t I watch? You let me before," Tanner calls, pretending to take a step closer to get a look at who I have beneath me.
"What? Never.Never, ever," I rush this out more for her than for him, turning to pin him in place. "What is wrong in that head of yours?"
"A fewhours," beneath me, Maren pulls from beneath my hand over her mouth, sitting up to wink at him. "If that is all he has planned for me, would you mind...."
That does it. I am in love with Maren Carter. I am putting a ring on it. After I fuck her senseless. Grabbing a blanket draped over the back of the couch, I cover her. Lowering, I brush mymouth over hers, as I push inside her again, just to tease us both, relishing the clench of her around my cock.
"Going to pay for that later, honey," I promise, as I let my hand drift down her front. With me still filling her a little, I pinch her clit with rough fingers, grunting as she gasps and chokes my cock. "Good girl, keep that little kitten waiting for me to fill it. No one else but me, remember? Don’t make me kill my brother," I hiss before I pinch again, feeling her jerk.
"Don’t make me come with him there, then," she whispers back, arching beneath me as her eyes flutter. "Because I can’t help myself."
"Get. Out," I shout once more, knowing my brother will be smart enough to get I mean it this time. Bending, I watch her eyes spark as we share the same air, her body trembling against mine. "You come for me and me alone now, honey. No one else sees it, no one else hears it, no one else feels it. No one else gets it but me now, do we have an understanding?"
Maren sits up, letting the blanket fall away as she pulls me down closer. "Do we? We do if your cock belongs to me. No more jerking it in the shower, wishing it was my mouth or my pussy," she licks my mouth, and I swear to God, I have never been so turned on in my life. "You can keep my panties if you need to remember who this belongs to," she hisses back, dragging the aching, pulsing crown through her soaked slit.
"Ah, fuck. You’re the hottest creature ever created. All fucking mine," I remind again, pulling back entirely, knowing we need to stop.
"They will be back, won’t they?" Maren wonders with a crooked grin.
"Hell, yes, they will be. No avoiding them now."
I slide off the couch and scoop her up, keeping the blanket tucked around her. Tanner is gone for now, but he won’t stay away. He’ll return with the others, all of them demanding toknow who I brought home and why. My home has always been my sanctuary—a private world where the only woman allowed was my mother. Until today. They will all be back.
"I guess I ought to meet all of Brant Brothers Construction, yeah?"
I set her on the edge of the bed and she beams, her smile vibrating straight through my chest. She looks so soft in my space. Fucking perfect. When she sprawls back and pulls me down, I realize she’s just as hungry for this as I am. Which makes it matter that much more that we let this happen.
"None of them count." My whisper brushes the freckles on her shoulder as I peel off our clothes. I brought her here to lose myself in her, but they will be back before I can even get started. I won’t rush this thing between us so it will have to wait for now.
"They count to you," she whispers, stunning me with her softness. Her fingers trace down my face, down my chest, stopping over my thudding heart. "Which means they count, Morgan."
Yeah, I am without question fucked. This woman has been in my head for just a few days, but it took just a few words, just a few minutes, for her to get even further inside of me. I think back to those passing glimpses the past few months—it was all leading us to here, to this moment, to finding this.
"They do count to me. This entire thing...the business. I want to work with them. I do not love it the way they do, but...I am good at it. It puts me at peace. Working with them is what I love. I will do whatever it takes to build this thing with them. That is the kind of man I am, Maren. I follow through."
Biting her lip as she sits up, she nods. "I believe you. I saw it the moment you sat down at my office. Nothing will stop you," she wavers, her eyes darting away before they come back to me. "Kind of...I either need to go, or you need to put clothes on me, Mr. Brant."
"Honey that is the last thing I planned to do tonight," I grumble, head falling against her shoulder. I kiss those freckles again before I take action.
Digging out two pairs of sweats, my favorite Howlers shirt, and a Henley, I set them on the bed. I strip down to nothing, watching her eyes flare. Jesus, this woman. For good measure, I stroke myself a few times, watching the way her breathing picks up, the way her nipples pop. Smirking, I pull the sweats on, struggling to tuck my hard-on away. Dropping to kneel in front of her, I spread her thighs, getting one last, long, lustful look at the pretty treasure I am going to spend the rest of my life worshipping.
Watching her, I dip my head, kissing the swollen little pearl just once. Then I pull the other sweats on, up over her thighs which I also pepper with kisses. I make a scene of pouting as I cover her up with the cotton. Maren laughs, tugging me up to draw me between her thighs. Sliding my hands up her sides, I cup each full, beautiful breast, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to each nipple before I pull the Howlers shirt on over, hiding her from me.
