Big, sure hands ran all over her torso, returning time and again to her br**sts, where he rolled and tugged her ni**les until the tension inside her nearly vibrated. She’d thought herself sated after that last orgasm, but now a new one built.
Dragging her nails up his sides, she leaned down and licked over his nipple, tugging on the ring. She’d never been with anyone with all this ink and a piercing. It was not an overrated experience.
His breath caught when she flicked her tongue over the bar quickly. Her angle had changed, leaving them belly to belly as she pushed back against him.
“Yeah, that’s the way. Fuck yourself onto me, English.”
He turned her to goo when he used that rough and dirty voice.
Even more when he banded an arm around her waist and began to lever himself up into her, holding her in place and f**king her hard and deep.
The length of his c**k stroked over her clit with each thrust, sending a full body shiver through her each time he did it. Drawing her inexorably closer to climax.
His chest, tight against hers, slid across her ni**les, including his nipple ring. A sound, low and needy, came from her mouth like a stranger had put it there.
“Tell me,” he murmured. “What do you need?”
His words played through her senses, honeyed, seductive.
“Fuck me. I want you to come. I want to come. I just . . . want.”
He snarled, just a little, enough to excite her senses even more, and before she knew it, climax rolled through her, stealing her breath, leaving her with no other choice but to writhe helplessly as pleasure ravaged her.
He pressed in deep and groaned so hard she felt the vibration through his belly into her body.
Adrian watched her as she worked in her office. They’d lazed around for a while after that spectacular welcome-home sex and then she told him she needed to get caught up, especially if they were going to be gone the entire next day.
So she’d been on the phone and her computer, had moved around the room pulling things from shelves and drawers.
He’d seen some of her work, though she didn’t know it. In the packet of background information Cope had given him there’d been credit reports; she had a small savings and lived within her means, which were solidly middle class. Even had a college fund started for Miles. Something he intended to do himself as well. And there’d been a menu she’d created, graphics for a friend’s pastry shop that he frankly thought brilliant. Retro woman holding a slice of pie, a cup of coffee and a smile on shiny red lips. There’d been mailings and some other stuff of the sort. Enough for him to be impressed with her eye and her talent.
And to have realized it was never about money for her. Not ever. That shamed him. He’d compared her to the series of nasty people who’d tried to shake him down for one reason or another. Brody had been right. He hadn’t been fair to her. It seemed absurd that he’d ever suspected anything like that from her when she was, well, Gillian, amazing mother, beautiful, sexy woman, creative and successful business woman and his . . . well, whatever they had.
Miles came in, a shy smile on his face, and Adrian’s heart lifted again. “Yo, kid.”
“Yo, um, so what am I supposed to call you anyway?” Miles looked at Adrian’s shoulder.
Brody had told him to just go with what he felt. To be natural with Miles and Miles would feel it. In truth he was scared as hell to fail this amazing kid, but he’d do his damnedest not to.
He reached out, taking Miles’s shoulder gently to get his attention. “You’re my son, Miles. I know we didn’t know each other last month, but I love you. And we’ll keep getting to know each other and hopefully one day it’ll be as easy between you and me as it is between you and your mom. Call me what feels best to you. Adrian. Dad. Whatever.”
Miles blushed and kicked the toe of his sneaker against the floor. “Okay. That sounds okay.”
“You wanna jam?” Adrian asked. “My guitar is in the guest room.”
Miles’s eyes widened and he gifted Adrian with one of his rare, open grins. Shy was Miles. He must have gotten that from Gillian’s side of the family because no Browns were shy. But Adrian liked it on his son.
“That would be monumental. Mum!” he called, surprising Adrian.
She poked her head from her office door. “You bellowed?”
“Me and Dad are going to jam. You should too.”
Dad. Wow. Adrian was so caught up in that moment that he nearly missed the fact that Miles had asked her to jam with them. He hadn’t heard her play piano yet, and that seemed ridiculous. Especially as he’d seen her pu**y up close and personal more than once.
“I’ve got to finish this. You two go on and I’ll get dinner started when I finish. I’m keeping the door open so I can hear you though.” She smiled at Adrian before going back into her office, making him wonder if she really did have more work or if she was giving him time with Miles.
“We’re working on ‘Creep’ right now.” Miles followed him to the guest room so Adrian could grab his guitar.
Miles stuttered to a halt, eyes wide as saucers, wonder stamped all over his features. He reached out, only to snatch his hand back. “Wow, that’s your guitar? Wow. Wow.”
Adrian wasn’t a stranger to people admiring his music or his guitar or whatever. But this was different. Made him feel proud in a way he’d never experienced outside his immediate circle. And this was even better than hearing Brody tell him something was good.
Dragging her nails up his sides, she leaned down and licked over his nipple, tugging on the ring. She’d never been with anyone with all this ink and a piercing. It was not an overrated experience.
His breath caught when she flicked her tongue over the bar quickly. Her angle had changed, leaving them belly to belly as she pushed back against him.
“Yeah, that’s the way. Fuck yourself onto me, English.”
He turned her to goo when he used that rough and dirty voice.
Even more when he banded an arm around her waist and began to lever himself up into her, holding her in place and f**king her hard and deep.
The length of his c**k stroked over her clit with each thrust, sending a full body shiver through her each time he did it. Drawing her inexorably closer to climax.
His chest, tight against hers, slid across her ni**les, including his nipple ring. A sound, low and needy, came from her mouth like a stranger had put it there.
“Tell me,” he murmured. “What do you need?”
His words played through her senses, honeyed, seductive.
“Fuck me. I want you to come. I want to come. I just . . . want.”
He snarled, just a little, enough to excite her senses even more, and before she knew it, climax rolled through her, stealing her breath, leaving her with no other choice but to writhe helplessly as pleasure ravaged her.
He pressed in deep and groaned so hard she felt the vibration through his belly into her body.
Adrian watched her as she worked in her office. They’d lazed around for a while after that spectacular welcome-home sex and then she told him she needed to get caught up, especially if they were going to be gone the entire next day.
So she’d been on the phone and her computer, had moved around the room pulling things from shelves and drawers.
He’d seen some of her work, though she didn’t know it. In the packet of background information Cope had given him there’d been credit reports; she had a small savings and lived within her means, which were solidly middle class. Even had a college fund started for Miles. Something he intended to do himself as well. And there’d been a menu she’d created, graphics for a friend’s pastry shop that he frankly thought brilliant. Retro woman holding a slice of pie, a cup of coffee and a smile on shiny red lips. There’d been mailings and some other stuff of the sort. Enough for him to be impressed with her eye and her talent.
And to have realized it was never about money for her. Not ever. That shamed him. He’d compared her to the series of nasty people who’d tried to shake him down for one reason or another. Brody had been right. He hadn’t been fair to her. It seemed absurd that he’d ever suspected anything like that from her when she was, well, Gillian, amazing mother, beautiful, sexy woman, creative and successful business woman and his . . . well, whatever they had.
Miles came in, a shy smile on his face, and Adrian’s heart lifted again. “Yo, kid.”
“Yo, um, so what am I supposed to call you anyway?” Miles looked at Adrian’s shoulder.
Brody had told him to just go with what he felt. To be natural with Miles and Miles would feel it. In truth he was scared as hell to fail this amazing kid, but he’d do his damnedest not to.
He reached out, taking Miles’s shoulder gently to get his attention. “You’re my son, Miles. I know we didn’t know each other last month, but I love you. And we’ll keep getting to know each other and hopefully one day it’ll be as easy between you and me as it is between you and your mom. Call me what feels best to you. Adrian. Dad. Whatever.”
Miles blushed and kicked the toe of his sneaker against the floor. “Okay. That sounds okay.”
“You wanna jam?” Adrian asked. “My guitar is in the guest room.”
Miles’s eyes widened and he gifted Adrian with one of his rare, open grins. Shy was Miles. He must have gotten that from Gillian’s side of the family because no Browns were shy. But Adrian liked it on his son.
“That would be monumental. Mum!” he called, surprising Adrian.
She poked her head from her office door. “You bellowed?”
“Me and Dad are going to jam. You should too.”
Dad. Wow. Adrian was so caught up in that moment that he nearly missed the fact that Miles had asked her to jam with them. He hadn’t heard her play piano yet, and that seemed ridiculous. Especially as he’d seen her pu**y up close and personal more than once.
“I’ve got to finish this. You two go on and I’ll get dinner started when I finish. I’m keeping the door open so I can hear you though.” She smiled at Adrian before going back into her office, making him wonder if she really did have more work or if she was giving him time with Miles.
“We’re working on ‘Creep’ right now.” Miles followed him to the guest room so Adrian could grab his guitar.
Miles stuttered to a halt, eyes wide as saucers, wonder stamped all over his features. He reached out, only to snatch his hand back. “Wow, that’s your guitar? Wow. Wow.”
Adrian wasn’t a stranger to people admiring his music or his guitar or whatever. But this was different. Made him feel proud in a way he’d never experienced outside his immediate circle. And this was even better than hearing Brody tell him something was good.
