Brent wilts under his brother’s scrutiny. “Not a very good way to start off my new role as an uncle.” His gaze flicks to me. “I really do apologize.”
I believe him.
“Thank you.” I give him a half smile, then turn off the stove top. “Did you want some breakfast?”
Brent fixes his hat, but shakes his head. “I appreciate the peace offering. But I got a few calls to make now to see if I can find a heeler for the second half of the season.”
“I didn’t mean to drop out on you. My priorities have changed.” Oliver steps back, leaning his hip against the island counter and steals a small piece of bacon from the tray.
“I get it. I’ll see you on Monday in the office.” Brent’s left eye is turning a soft purple as he starts to leave.
“Wait.” Reaching into the freezer, I grab a bag of peas and wrap it in a hand towel from the drawer. “Take this for your shiner.”
His lips thin, but he takes the ice pack. When he leaves, it’s a lot less violently than when he arrived.
Oliver snags another chunk of crispy bacon and throws me a wink.
“Did you really tell him in Pendleton?” Turning away from him, I reach up into the cupboard to get down two plates.
He grabs my bare ass from behind then locks me with his body against the cabinet. “Did you really stand here talking to my brother with my naked pussy hanging out into the world?” Hislips burrow against the side of my neck to nibble a scalding line under my ear.
I pause, leaning into the fire of his mouth. “It was really hot that you defended my honor,” I giggle.
His searching hands work up my body under the loose fabric of the shirt until one wraps my throat and the other pinches my sensitive nipple sending an arcing current shivering through me.
“You’re special, Soph.” He squeezes both, making me gasp. “I know you’remine. And I’m yours. Every piece of me.”
“Then give me my favorite part.” I know he can’t see it, but I have a grin that’s so wide it makes my cheeks ache.
Trailing my fingers down his side, I claw at his pocket, begging him for more.
“The best dick,” he growls, nipping harder on my tender skin before he shifts to drop his zipper.
“Yes,” I hiss when he thrusts into me. “It’s what books are written about.”
“Better than a knot,” he grunts, driving into me as he reaches around to find my hard clit.
A jolt shudders through me at his touch, pulling a moan out of my chest. “Or a pirate.”
His hips move faster, slapping his thighs against mine as he folds me over the granite counter. “I’ll be one of your fantasy novels, baby.” He shifts his grip to my shoulder, leveraging himself deeper, ramming me to the brink of climax. “Now come on my magical cock, princess,” he growls. “Show me how much you love this.”
With one last squeeze of his hand around my throat, he lets a surge of oxygen flood into me and tilts my pelvis, catapulting me into a frenzy of tremors.
He groans, locking me into the vise of his palm and his body as the wave rushes through him, filling me with his release.
Burning cum dribbles down my thighs while the aftershocks ripple through us both.
“I may never read again,” I pant, dropping my elbows to the hard surface. “Completely unnecessary now.”
His low laugh makes his shaft twitch inside of me before he pulls out. “Don’t move.” Using a warm cloth, he wipes my shaky legs and then presses the heat to my throbbing pussy.
Letting out a purr, I turn to him and snuggle to his chest. “I didn’t know you were going to quit competing.” I tilt to watch his face. “You know I’d never ask you to do that?”
“I do.” He drops a kiss to the tip of my nose. “I have more important things than roping calves.” With a sweep of his arm, he scoops me against him and carries me towards the spare room. “Like, have you telling me what color we should paint the nursery?”
A victory lap
Oliver
