My Step-Dad's Brother(46)
In this position, every upward thrust had my cock angled to hit her g-spot. Moving my hands from her hips, I squeezed her ass in my palms and planted my feet flat on the ground. Using every bit of leverage, I began thrusting hard and fast, my pelvis slamming into her pussy, my balls slapping her ass and her cries became frantic, pleading for me to make her come.
“You wanted harder, sweetheart. I wanted deeper. Squeeze me, Jade. Don’t let my cock go. You’re so wet, I don’t want to slide out. Hold on to me.” The suctioning in her pussy grew and it was getting harder to drag my cock back out so I could dive back in. “Fuck, yeah! That’s it, sweetheart. A little more.”
I held off letting her go until I felt my balls draw up. A slow burn started at the base of my spine and spread quickly throughout my body. Gripping the cheeks of her ass so hard, I was sure I’d leave bruises, I parted the globes and one long middle finger rimmed the puckered little hole. She jolted and her eyes whipped open to stare at me in surprise, but I kept pushing forward. Literally.
“Trust me, sweetheart.”
Eyes locked, on my next thrust, I dipped the tip of the finger inside and the muscles contracted, her pussy walls clamped down on my cock, and we came together with a shout.
Waves and waves of ecstasy crashed over me, hard jets of hot semen splashing inside her. Our bodies were shuddering with slowly abating convulsions, our lungs struggling to catch oxygen.
There was nothing, not the sun, the moon, or the stars, nothing as beautiful as Jade when she came. And, knowing I’m the man who put that look on her face, the only man who ever will again, it set off a second, smaller orgasm.
Jade slumped forward, collapsing on me, and my arms automatically went around her, gathering her close. I buried my face in her hair and took a long, slow breath. This was mine, for the rest of my life. Mine. And, nobody was going to convince me otherwise. I had enough wealth to start hundreds of new companies. If keeping Jade meant I lost the company I built with my dad, then so be it.
Chapter 11
Jade
After my morning ritual of puking and brushing my teeth, I left Lucas sleeping soundly in bed. He looked all rumpled and sexy, and I badly wanted to climb back in with him. I needed some ginger herbal tea and toast more than I yearned to feel the warmth of his arms wrapped around me again. I padded into the kitchen, giggling about the whole barefoot and pregnant thing as I puttered around. The laughter quickly died when I grabbed the paper from the counter. One of the cleaning staff Lucas had hired must have left it there for him to read over breakfast. Looking at the picture of the two of us staring up at me from the society pages, I was relieved to have beaten him down here.
The picture had been taken when he was helping me into the limousine. His hand had slipped from my lower back to the curve of my ass right when the photographer had snapped it. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the look in his eyes was beyond heated. It reminded me of a wild animal who’d caught sight of its prey, and there was no mistaking who he was stalking—his step-sister, as the headline proclaimed in bold print.
“I can’t seem to catch a break,” I mumbled, dropping my head onto the cool granite of the countertop.
“Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad, sweetheart,” Lucas murmured in my ear, wrapping his body around me and pressing mine against the cabinets. “Not when my morning is starting off with the sight of you bent over like this.”
My fist clenched and the crinkling of the newspaper caught his attention. He took a step backwards and slid the paper away from me, smoothing the wrinkles out as he read the article. I swiveled around, picking up my tea and sipping it while I watched him, wanting to see his reaction. His eyes were grave when they met mine once he was done. “Looks like the cat might be out of the bag. I better contact the company’s head of public relations, fill her in on the situation and see how she thinks we should handle it.”
He didn’t look too upset, which surprised me considering what he’d told me about keeping our relationship quiet just the other day. It gave me hope for our future as a couple, but I didn’t like being called a situation. I sure as heck didn’t appreciate someone else getting to decide how, if, and when we talked about our relationship.
“I’ll give you five days, Lucas.”
“For what, sweetheart?” he asked distractedly, staring down at his cell phone while he typed out a message.
“Five days to figure out how you’re going to handle the situation.” I practically spit the words out. “I’m giving you five days to decide exactly how important I am to you.”