I'm creating a home for my sister with my own hands. I did the same for my brother. I take care of my own. It's part of the fabric of who I am.
I'm thankful as fuck that part of my deal with taking this on Rise and Shine is that they are footing half the bill for the contractors I've hired. I do as much of the work as I can, but I'm not a professional. I'm just a guy who loves working with his hands so he can give the people he loves a better life.
"What would you have called it?" I ask with a sly grin. "Smith's Hard Body? Smith's Hands Can Handle It? Smith and His Huge Hammer?"
"Save those for our private sex tapes." She runs her hands down the front of my blue button down shirt.
"We're making a sex tape?" I unbuckle my belt. "I think we need to rehearse for that."
"Here?" Her eyes scan the floor and the pile of drop cloths I threw in the corner for when I finally get to the painting stage.
"Let me set the scene." I tug her dress down until her perfectly round tits pop out. "I suck on these beauties first."
I lower my mouth to her left breast and slowly draw her pebbled nipple between my teeth.
She hisses at the sensation. "Go on."
I yank the dress down in one fluid movement until it's puddled around her sandaled feet. "Then I lick a path all the way to the most perfect pussy in the world."
Her hands tangle in my hair as I sweep my tongue over her smooth, soft stomach while I slide her blue lace panties off.
"Get to the part where there's actual fucking."
I smile against her tender flesh. "Your wish is my command, you impatient little Petal."
I stand, lift my chin in silence to motion her to take a step back and then another and as she does, I lose every piece of my clothing until she's on her back on the drop cloths, her legs wrapped around me.
"Don't ask me if this has a happy ending." I slide my dick inside her lush, beautiful body.
"It does." She moans as she claws at my arms. "He loves her and she…"
Fuck my dick. It always interrupts her right when she's about to tell me she loves me. I pump hard, so fucking hard. I want to screw those three words out of her. I want to hear them. I need to.
"He loves her," I say through clenched teeth." And she…"
Her back arches as she chases her first release of the afternoon. "She loves him, oh fuck, does she ever love him."
EPILOGUE
Brynn
Six Months Later
"Who is she?"I brush my fingers over my brother's shoulder. He's wearing a tuxedo and a look on his face I've never seen before.
"Who?" He turns toward me. "You look beautiful, Brynn. Stunning."
I know I do. I chose this particular dress over a month ago. It's short, fitted and black, as required by the black tie affair my brother is hosting to launch his first ever residence hotel in New York. We're in the main ballroom as he oversees a party attended by top notch real estate agents and their clients who have money to burn.
You'd think that managing the construction of the hotel in Paris at the same time would be too much, but he's on top ofevery detail, including my touches on the residences here in New York. I was thrilled when he hired me for the job.
"You look good too, Julian." I tilt my chin to the opposite side of the room. "I was asking about the pretty woman wearing the stunning diamond earrings. She's standing next to the man in the dark rimmed eyeglasses."
He looks in their direction, his gaze lingering a moment too long. "That's Maya Baker. She's a broker."
"Does she work for dad?"
He finally tears himself away from her to look back at me. "No. Can I get you a glass of champagne?"
