My agent’s name was flashing on the screen. “The world better be burning to the fucking ground, Ty,” I snapped in lieu of a greeting.
“You want to tell me why you bumped your flight this morning?” His tone was completely deadpan, giving me no clue as to his mood. Which made me suspicious.
“I don’t have to be in the studio for two more days, why the hell do you care?”
“Because we have a bet!” Tyson’s wife, Colette, suddenly spoke into the phone.
I rolled my eyes even though they couldn’t see me. “Figures,” I grumbled.
“Aw, come on, Griff. Be a sport and tell Ty you went home with Knox’s sister. I’ll totally owe you.”
“Over my dead body will you owe him,” Tyson growled, obviously having nabbed the phone from Colette. These two were often hilarious, but I wasn’t in the mood. “Also, if you went home with Knox’s sister, it’s your dead body we’ll be faced with.” His amusement bled through the phone, and it made me grit my teeth.
I didn’t want to talk about Belle with anyone yet. At the moment, we were in our own little bubble. Everything was just between us. And, it had nothing to do with fearing her brother, I was simply selfish and didn’t want to share her.
However, if I didn’t give them something, they would continue to harass me, and I didn’t want them to embarrass Belle if we ran into them. “Colette, you win. Now leave me alone, or she’ll definitely owe me.” I hung up on Tyson as he started to growl something and tossed my phone back onto the end table.
When I turned back onto my side, Belle was watching me warily. “Who will owe you?” she asked with her pert little nose in the air, clearly miffed. “And how exactly will she be paying you?”
I fought a grin at her jealous reaction. It was nice to know she was feeling as territorial over me as I was over her. “My agent’s wife, Colette. And, she doesn’t really owe me, baby”—I smirked—"I just said that to fuck with Tyson.” Shaking my head, I tugged on her arm and she tumbled back into my waiting arms. “Although now that I have you, I understand what he feels for her, so I guess I should stop poking him over it.” Belle melted into me, and I looked down at her face, captivated by her warm brown eyes.
“You’re sweet,” she whispered before she feathered some kisses across my chest.
In a second, she was flat on her back with me looking over her, caging her between my elbows and legs.
“Sweet? I think you mean handsome, sexy as fuck, and/or something equally manly.”
Belle giggled, and my morning wood went from stiff to steel. She sucked in a breath when she felt it pressing between her thighs, seeking entrance.
“Besides, I’m pretty sure we established that you’re the sweet one. Or do I need to eat your pussy again and let you taste for yourself?” Belle moaned in response, squirming as I slid just the tip of my cock into her channel. The tight, wet, heat was irresistible, and I pushed forward. I worked my way in gently since she was probably sore from the night before. “We’ll get back to that later,” I groaned. “We’ve got more than enough time in our future.”
“Crap on a cracker.” Belle stood in the middle of the bedroom with her wet hair piled on top of her head, wearing nothing but a towel. She was looking all around, but I was focused on her and debating whether or not to drag her back into the shower for more water aerobics.
I sauntered over to her and pulled her back against my chest, unknotting the towel and cupping her full tits. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice muffled as I placed a string of kisses up her bare shoulder to the slender curve of her neck.
“I don’t have any other clothes,” she sighed. Her tone indicated frustration, but her body relaxed, and she tilted her head to give me better access.
“No problem”—I turned her around and circled my arms loosely around her as my eyes wandered hungrily—“I prefer you naked anyway.”
Belle lifted my head with a finger under my chin and cocked an eyebrow. “How about you have a conversation with me and not my breasts?”
I grinned and shrugged unapologetically. “I can’t help it if you are drop-dead fucking gorgeous, baby.”
“So, you’re okay with everyone else seeing this ‘drop-dead gorgeous’ body?”
My smile disappeared in an instant, replaced by a dark scowl. “You’re mine. No one sees you like this but me.” My hands slid down to her ass, and I yanked her forward so that we were plastered together. “Is that clear?”
Belle’s expression turned an adorable mixture of pleased and bashful. “Does that go both ways?” she asked softly.