Oh, God… What was he doing to me?
His lips trailed down my arm, skimming the heavy curve of my breast, before landing a flurry of kisses around the creamy flesh.
“Yesss…”
“If you're wondering why I didn’t put my hands on you earlier, didn’t shove my tongue past your sweet lips like I wanted to…” He pushed his head between my breasts, sucking in a slow breath. “I realized today you’re too fucking good for me. I realized I couldn’t push you, because you might run. You’re not used to being taken care of, I can see it in your eyes. If someone has hurt you, Pet, they'll have to go through me to do it again, I swear to you.” I opened my mouth, but he held a hand to my lips. “Don’t bother arguing. You can't hide yourself from me. We’re the same, I can see it in you like I see it in myself. I know what's inside your heart just as well as I know my own and I can’t let you go.”
My eyes scrunched closed, a thousand and one emotions rushing through my body. Through my mind.
Larz wanted me.
“No one has ever cared for me,” I muttered, more out of shock than anything else.
“That ends now, baby. From here on out, I take care of you. You live here, you don’t worry about where you’ll sleep or where your next meal is coming from. I've got you now, and I protect what's mine.”
Five
Larz
“Bro—I'm keeping a low profile, step off my ass on my business.” I uttered to my brother early the next morning. Mist still clung to the grass as I worked the bench press in the barn and Pet slept peacefully in my small guest bedroom. I'd wanted to carry her into my bed badly last night, but I couldn't rush her.
My brother, Rome, rattled something then about being careful because the wrong people were watching.
I huffed. “This isn't anything new. I don't know how to disappear anymore than I already have.”
He growled that phone conversations could be recorded.
“Rome, for fucksakes, all I do is workout and jog the damn country lanes. If I get a phone call, I'm not going to ignore it. Dad's lawyer calls now and again to update me on the appeal, if I can get him out early, I will, Rome.”
I didn't hear Rome's response as my eyes caught Pet standing in the doorway of my cottage. She wore one of my plain white t-shirts and nothing else.
I groaned.
“Are you listening to me?” Rome's voice jerked me from my thoughts of pretty Pet.
She was tracking across the grass barefoot now, serene look on her face.
She was an angel and I was a beast in comparison.
“Larz!” My brother said.
“I'm here.” I grit. “How are Pixie and the kids?”
“Fine. Granny's hellbent on more grand-babies so she's over about every day making batches of fertility tea or whatever the hell she calls it.”
Pet reached me then, licking her lips softly. Without thinking I stroked a fingertip up her naked thigh, enjoying the way she moaned softly and turned to putty at my touch. I slipped a fingertip under the hemline of the shirt, swiping at her hot wet crease. Jesus, no panties. I stroked my pet softly, enjoying the way her hips writhed against my palm in gentle thrusts.
“When are you gonna have some babies, brother?” Rome's question caught me off guard. I grunted, about to tell him to keep his nosy questions to himself when Pet dropped to her knees and looked up at me from the grass.
What was she doing?
I didn't have to wait long, her tiny hand came out and she stroked the tent of my workout shorts in a soft brush.
I hissed, grunting a quick goodbye to my brother and cutting the phone line.
“Mmm, I don't know if I should spank you for that display or punish you with my tongue.”
She didn't reply, only tightened her fist on my hard length.
“Pet...” I growled, threading my fingers into her dark chocolate hair. You look breathtaking in my shirt. I can't stop thinking about what you'll feel like wrapped around me.”
I didn’t give her a chance to speak, hauling her up my body and pressing our lips together as we slammed into the barn wall. Pet’s hand curled around my neck, her leg hitched at my waist as I pushed my tongue past her lips. Her fucking taste drove white-hot need through to my balls, every nerve aching and strung tight waiting for release.
“I can’t keep my hands off you.”
She didn't answer, only pressed her lips to mine in a bruising kiss, her fingers pulling at the fine threads of my hair. My hands on her thighs, my thumbs digging into the flesh. I inhaled a breath of her intoxicating scent.
“I can smell how turned on you are,” I growled, “makes me want to lick this sweet pussy until it purrs for me.”