Sad for her, because this is her dream, I gather Winter into my arms. “I’m sorry. Let’s continue with the plans while Brecken explores the legalities. If we need to run with it fast, then we’re halfway there.”
She nods, her body weary. I don’t like seeing her so weak and drained. Normally, she’s got an answer for everything, optimistic and vivacious.
“Is there something else going on?” I ask softly. If Brecken’s been too much, then I’ll play the older brother card and square him up, six foot four of him be damned. It’s only a small advantage, though I try not to focus on the extra twenty pounds of muscle he has over me.
“Time of the month,” my brother murmurs. He’s putting on some hot chocolate by the looks of things. When he opens several cupboards searching for something and coming up empty, he asks, “Where are the marshmallows?”
“Top shelf. At the back.”
“Why are they hidden?”
“Roo was eating them,” I explain, Winter scoffing with amusement. “Make me one too, would you?”
A few minutes later, we relax on the couch, Winter snuggled up between us. Slowly, we sip our hot chocolates, Winter telling Brecken, “This is just what I needed. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Did I get enough marshmallows in there?”
A sleepy smile. “Yeah.”
His phone rings. When he checks the screen, he rolls his eyes and throws it to the side.
I bet that was Sienna.
“We’re not meeting with Dad for another hour. Why don’t you lie down, or nap?” I suggest.
“Yeah, put your head here,” Brecken instructs, patting his thighs. He shuffles along so that Winter can lie down. “Put your feet on Luca’s lap.”
“Will you be able to stay put?” she sasses, twisting to swing her jean-clad legs towards me. I gather her feet on my lap, smirking. She must be getting her energy back.
“Depends on how bad they smell.”
She whips a foot free and prods me with it. “Better than yours.”
Brecken chuckles. “Well, that’s a given.”
Stretched out between us, she gifts me with a smile, one that corrupts my heart with how naturally provocative and seductive it is. She’s so fucking pretty, even when the business defeats her.
For several minutes, I rub the soles of her feet, Winter taking deep, happy breaths. Brecken runs a soothing hand over her hair, smoothing down the glossy, fire-tinged lengths. She looks spoiled, tended to. Relaxed.
“The real question here is how long you’ll last before you’re unzipping Brecken’s fly and sliding your mouth over his cock.”
Eyes bright, she chuckles invitingly. “Also a given,” she replies, meeting my eyes with blatant interest before flicking them up to Brecken. She must see his approval because she turns, moving her hands towards his belt buckle. Quickly, it’s ripped apart, the metal jangling with sexual intent.
Twisting to her side to see better, Brecken helps by shifting his hips forward, giving them both some room. The metal ticking of the zipper lowering is loud. It has my breaths eager, and my heart pounding as blood races to my cock.
“You sure?” Brecken checks. “I thought we were taking care of you.”
“You are,” she responds. “You’re giving me what I need.”
Cock, that’s what she needs, and cock is what she’s going to get. It was inked into her book of fantasies in black and white.
Spit-roasted.
She fists him, angling his painfully swollen cock towards her plump, red lips before sinking down on it. Brecken throws his head back, a string of curses falling from his lips. Jaw gritted, he returns his focus to her bobbing head before gathering her hair and securing it in a big, rough hand.
Within seconds, dick-hardening wet sounds greet me.
“That’s good,” he coaxes. “Yeah, Winter, like that.”