He licked his lips. “So good,” he said and rested a hand gently on my head. “You are so beautiful.”
When I’m doing this, I thought and smiled up at him.
He appeared to be enjoying it, and so was I. His cock tasted wonderfully sexy. And I loved the fact that sucking him off like this, in a cupboard-sized office while we were both fully dressed, was completely against the rules.
I decided I loved being a naughty, dirty girl who broke the rules. Who had sex with men she wasn’t dating and in inappropriate locations.
I loved the sense of power that I had over him, and the taste of his sweet precum when it trickled onto my tongue.
I loved the power I seemed to have over the two sets of brothers. The way they lusted after me but also seemed to care about me genuinely. I loved them, and I felt like the brothers all loved me.
I loved turning Brandon on like this, so I sucked his cock harder and flicked my tongue across it at the same time.
“Oh, sweet, babe.” He moaned and babbled more incomprehensible words.
I held his balls in one hand and his shaft in the other. It was all hands on deck when his cock twitched and jerked and then sprayed into my mouth.
Having never given a blow job before, I didn’t know what to expect, and when the first jet of salty cream spurted into my mouth, it caught me by surprise. I pulled away quickly, and a second load shot across my lips and trickled down over my chin.
Instantly Brandon dropped to his knees, took my face between his hands, and licked the mess from my face before thrusting his cum-flavored tongue into my mouth.
My head spun with the speed at which it all happened and the eroticism of it all.
“Is that why you came here?” he murmured between covering my face with kisses.
“Not at all. It just happened.”
“You make a lot of things happen, Grace. I don’t mean to be selfish, but this isn’t the time or place to carry on, and I can’t leave here. I’m in charge.”
“Oh.” I pulled away and started to get up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t plan anything.”
Brandon stood up as well and redressed himself until he looked decent. “I know. Perhaps later. But why are you here if it’s not to seduce me? Was it to tell me about you and Noah?” he asked gently, and put his arms around me.
“Did he tell you?”
“No, he didn’t. You did when we came in here, don’t you recall?”
Why did I tell him that?
To shock him?
To get a reaction?
To give him every reason to reject me?
I stared at him blankly.
“I have to get back to the kitchen, Grace. But meet me later. Okay?”
I agreed.
He grinned widely. “And, trust me, I’d spend every minute I’d ever had with you if I could, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
GRACE MILLER
I’m hiding out in the only quiet place to look for answers.
I’d retreated to the library, deep into one of the study cubby holes.
Since I now shared a home with Ryan and Sam, and apparently sharing a home with her longtime beau meant my mother was home a lot more often too, I was running out of places to hide.
Even my room held no sacred ground. I could feel each of my soon-to-be stepbrothers lurking outside of it, waiting to strike, ready to seduce me and lead me down some dark path.
I’d been down that dark path a few times already, I supposed, and I quite enjoyed it, but I didn’t want people to know that. Which caused today’s bought of anxiety. The small city of Arlington shrank to the size of a small town when you wanted to hide from everyone who knew you.
“There you are!” a familiar voice rang out.
A feminine one, thankfully. The last thing I wanted was a deep quickie, hidden in the shelves of the library.
Except that was exactly what I wanted, and that was the problem.
Kelly stood at the edge of the study cubby, her hands on her hips, and a very annoyed look on her face. “Really? You’re holding up here twenty-four-seven now?”
I shook my head. “Don’t be silly. It’s eight in the morning until midnight six days a week and ten to ten on Sundays. I wish I could be here all hours, though.”
“You have four incredibly sexy and hot guys after you, and you’re running and hiding from them? Girl, you’re like... completely incomprehensible sometimes.”
I sat back in my comfy executive-style study chair, my hands behind my head. “What? This place is pretty nice. We have a good library, Kelly. You should join me in supporting your local library.”
“I’m all for education, but I doubt you’re here to further your learning, Grace. You don’t even have a book open near you. All I see is your laptop, and it’s open to a top ten list about the sexiest cartoon dogs.”