Briella
IT FEELS LIKE THE WHOLE WORLD TILTED OFF ITS AXIS.
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Better Than I Used to Be”
“This Is Your Sign”
VALENTINE’S DAY
“Oh, God, you’re killing me here, Red.” I try to sneak around him to snatch one of the red velvet cupcakes from the tray even as he’s icing them.
“Woman!” he nudges me away and smacks my ass. “Let me work.”
“I can work, too,” I offer.
“Nah. Ye won’t work. Ye’ll eat my icing faster than a brat at a birthday party.”
Damn. He’s right.
Doesn’t mean I don’t sneak my hand beneath his kilt and give his ass a pinch.
He freezes. Turns to me. His eyes get that knowing glint, the punishing kind, and his lips twist into that devil smirk.
“Oh, shi?—”
I get as far as the counter before he bends me over the surface, grabs the wooden spoon, and pulls up my short red dress. The third time I had to change today, considering how many times I’ve had worship on steroids.
His fingers pause, and I toss my hair over my shoulder and make a kissing noise. Because I’m wearing his sexy leather lingerie. The thong. I’m not wearing the bra. Still can’t do them with the piercings.
“Fuck,” he says, heaving. “Ye want a cupcake, Lass?”
I nod frantically.
He grabs one, shoves it whole in my mouth, and brings the wooden spoon down on my ass. I rejoice through it all, devouring every bit of the cupcake, feeling how hard he gets through that equally sexy kilt.
When he’s finally done, Rory gives me that evil eye. “I got another treat for ye.”
I widen my eyes when he reveals his cock, but he doesn’t stop there. He grabs the icing bag and pipes quick patterns all over his length, finishing with a big glob on his crown.
“Eat it,” he commands.
I drop to my fucking knees. And I suck and lick and eat his dick like a contestant at an eating contest with thirty seconds left.
Vincent walks into the kitchen when Rory is icing my face with something else.
He rolls his eyes with a huff, hugging his elbows. “Good grief.”
Rory jabs a finger at me. “She started it.”
I lick my lips, rise, and pounce on him.
“Ack! She’s a fecking leech.” He tries to push me off even though I’m cackling while humping him. “Take the little she-demon before she gobbles up all my treats.Andme.”
Vincent’s arms have no trouble peeling me off. “Come on, Bri. I think you’re on a sugar high.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and sway my upper body, braided curls swinging back and forth. “And whose fault isthat?!”
