“You need to write a check,” Grant said with a snicker as I ate a small slice of pale-pink champagne cake.
“Wes is your brother.”
“But you’re the best man!”
* * *
“Sorry,I guess my family cleaned out the cake,” I said to Brea after they’d left. Sophie had left us a bit of cake, but Liz had taken most of it home to snack on.
“I have something else in mind for dessert,” Brea said, pulling at my tie.
“You’re insatiable,” I said, happily letting myself be led.
She guided me over to an armchair and shoved me into it. “Is that a complaint?”
“Hell no, it’s not.”
She straddled me, pulling away my belt, undoing buttons, and pushing aside the fabric of my shirt. She wanted to enjoy her dessert, and hell if I was going to stop her.
Maybe what I would do was help her along. I stripped her of her own clothes, letting her heave her breasts out at me so I could kiss them and enjoy the perky nipples that were in front of me.
She grabbed hold of my cock, pulling it from my pants and stroking the thick shaft. Then Brea squirmed a bit to take off her panties, rubbing her pussy lips against the top of my cock without actually going all the way.
This time, she was the prepared one, fishing out the condom and rolling it right down my cock, stroking me, and damn near making me cum just from that ever-so-slight yet skillful touch of hers. She ground against me before letting me slide in, letting out her own delighted moan as I pushed into her pussy. She pressed against me, sliding up and down my cock, setting us in motion beautifully.
Soon I was taken into the moment, holding her hips and helping her bounce along toward the finish line. Our tryst became more and more intense by the moment. Her tits bounced in my face; I nuzzled them and took a nipple into my mouth.
I was inundated with her, fascinated. The lust I had was so intense that I grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. Faster. God, the way she seized up on my cock, the way she demanded everything of me, made me want this every day for the rest of my life.
Brea had her hands on my shoulders as I grabbed her ass, ramming my cock up into her. She cried out. I was always ready to hear her scream, to feel her shudder, to have her absolutely come for me.
One more thrust, one more stroke of her clit, and she was absolutely mine. Her head fell back, her eyes closed. It was absolutely beautiful, and it was the last thing I needed to reach my own orgasm.
In the aftershock of bliss, I lazily stroked my hand through Brea’s curls. “Are you almost finished with those dresses? I just want you to stay with me here for the next week.”
“Yeah,” she said, snuggling against me. “But I have to finish planning for the upcoming bachelorette party in a few days.”
“Uh—” My hand stilled.
“You haven’t started planning, have you,” Brea said, turning over and tapping me on the nose.
“Of course,” I lied. “I’m going to have the best bachelor party. It’s going to be so great, in fact, that all the bachelorettes are going to leave your party to come to mine.”
Brea made a face. “Ha! All the guys are going to want to come to mine.”
I rolled her over, and she shrieked as I kissed her tits. “Sounds like a competition.”
“You’re on.”
46
Brea
“Is all of this necessary?” Mark asked, brow furrowed, as he helped me cart boxes of decorations and games up to the hotel room. It was a large corner suite with a generous living area.
“Wes is back in town for good until after the baby comes,” I reminded him. “As much as I want a bachelorette party of debauchery and drinking, that’s not happening. And Wes isn’t leaving Liz alone. I’ve actually been receiving a number of complaints from her about it.” I took out a roll of pink duct tape and a roll of blue. “Therefore, we are having a separate-but-in-the-same-room party. Boys on that side, girls on this side. Do your worst. Oh, and I have a scoreboard for whoever has the best side. The attendees can vote.”
“What does the winner get?” Mark asked, a dangerous and sexy grin on his face.
