Plow (Brighten Sister’s Duet #1) (3 page)

M
y back straightens
as I place my hand on my hips defiantly. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was returning to give you your wallet that fell out of your bag, but I think I’ll just hold onto it a little longer until you can learn some manners.”

“Manners? Are you fucking kidding me?
I
need to learn manners? You belittle me every chance you get…and grope me.”

“Grope you? You make it sound like you didn’t want it.”

“I didn’t.” I narrow my eyes at him as I cross my arms.

He steps toward me, and I step back until my body becomes flush with the wall. He has me trapped, his arms reach out to close me in. Glancing up at him, I can see his calculating grin. He has me, and he knows it. This game of cat and mouse is about to come to a head.

“So you don’t want me?” His voice is deep and husky as he moves his head placing his mouth dangerously close to mine. My breath hitches in my chest, my heart thrumming erratically. He descends…

Firm lips probe mine. His tongue sweeping inside my mouth and I melt. All resistance has left, completely faded away. The kiss intensifies, his lips growing hungrier. Decker’s fingers glide down the exposed skin of my neck, down my collar, his hands pulling my shirt over my head, and my body trembles with anticipation.

His hands grip me under my arms, and he lifts me into his. The movement pushes me further up the wall. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I deepen the kiss. Our mouths collide in a frenzy of passion. Just as I start to lose myself in him, he suddenly pulls back and removes his hands that are wrapped around my torso. The sound of the zipper being pulled down reverberates through the room, and a harsh moan leaves my mouth as his large hands push my thong to the side.

The head of his cock presses against my heat, probing my dripping wet entrance. “I need to fuck you now,” he says through gritted teeth. He readjusts his hands to cup my ass as he begins to stroke the folds of my pussy with his shaft. “I need to feel your tight pussy grip my dick. Tell me to fuck you, Courtney. Tell me you want my cock inside you. I need to hear you say it.” The soft nudge is enough to make my inner walls quiver. “Damn it, Courtney, say it. Tell me to fuck you.” He pushes forward, the tip just at my entrance, torturing me.

I can’t resist. I don’t even question how he knows my name. I want this. I want him to bruise my insides. I don’t want him to treat me like a princess. I want him to fuck me like the side piece. I need him to erase Troy.

“Fuck me. Now!”

I
slam
into her wet pussy and instantly feel like I’m home. This fucking highbrow, uptight
princess
is just the release I need after today. Our back and forth piss-fest did nothing but fuel my desire for her.

She moans as I pump her full of every inch of my cock, but I need more. I push her back into the wall, lifting her off my dick and flipping her around so that her hands are flat against the wall. I grab her hips, pulling them towards my hips and kicking her legs farther apart. She’s bent at the waist and looking over her shoulder at me like the temptress she is. Placing my hand on the small of her back, I trace my way down her body.

“Decker… you better be planning something mind-blowing.”

Oh, I am.

With every inch my fingers travel, I watch as
her skin pricks with goose bumps. When I reach the tight puckered hole, my hand stops, rimming it. She lets out a moan and at that moment, my finger slips inside…stretching her out, preparing her for my cock.

“Princess, your ass is mine.” I watch as her whole body shudders at the promise. “On your hands and knees,” I order. Courtney is quick to oblige. Once in the position I want, I slam into her pussy one more time, making my cock nice and wet, then pull out and align myself with her back entrance.

My cock pushes into her ass inch by inch until I’m completely bottomed out. Her skin is flush against mine, hot and begging for me to ram into her again and again but she’s so tight around me, I’m afraid I’ll blow my load before we even start.

“God… you are so big… so fucking good,” she mumbles as I pull out and then drive back in. She’s enjoying this even more than I am. Watching her let her hair down is giving me a whole new appreciation for this woman. She’s a goddess.

“God’s got nothing to do with it, baby.”

“Ahhh! Harder, Decker, please. Give it to me harder.”

“Keep,”
thrust
, “begging.”
Thrust
. “You like when I fuck your ass?”
Thrust.
“You like my big cock inside you? Tell me.”

“Yes. Decker,” she whimpers. “Fuck yes.”

Her dirty mouth has me ramming my cock into her ass at a delirious pace. I lean over her back, giving myself the freedom to cup her perfect tits in my hands. Her mewls are my undoing.

“I’m going to come,” I warn before attempting to pull out.

“Keep going! Don’t you dare stop.”

“Rub your clit, Courtney. Come with me.”

I pump into her mercilessly as she brings herself to the brink. We both fall together in a cacophony of grunts and moans. When I finally calm my heart rate and pull out, she is already on her feet and throwing her shirt back over her head.

“Get out,” she calls over her shoulder.

What the actual fuck?

She turns to face me raising her eyebrow. “You delivered my wallet and got what you wanted. Now it’s time for you to get the fuck out.”

Bitch mode is back in full force only now it’s not amusing. “
I
got what
I
wanted? Princess, don’t get it twisted. You’ve been dying for my cock since the first second you saw me. That bitchy attitude you hide behind doesn’t mask attraction.”

“Pig.”

“
Shrew
.”

“Get. Out.” She throws her hands into the air like a crazy person.

I pull my pants over my hips and grab my shirt. “No need to repeat. I’m gone.”

At that, she picks up a vase and chucks it at my head, narrowly missing.

“What the fuck? You are certifiable!”

“You have
no
idea. You’re just like every other man. You take and take and take leaving us with
nothing
. But you can’t break me because I’m made of stone.”

She makes absolutely no sense, but crazy rarely does. I start to leave and just to add insult to injury, I pull a dollar bill from my pocket and toss it on the stand next to the door.

“Thanks for the quick fuck!” I call out as I shut the door behind me, hearing something shatter against it.
She’s nuts.

I get into my truck and peel away from the drive. A scalding shower and a few hours of sleep should wash the evidence of this fucked up night and equally fucked up girl right out of existence.

* * *

I
can’t fucking sleep
.

The hot shower did nothing to stop my wandering mind from conjuring thoughts of her. Courtney Brighten, or so her license says. Yeah, I went through her purse. How else would I have found her? Sue me.

I can’t escape the images of her pink pussy spread for me, of her tight puckered hole teasing me. A groan escapes my mouth as I remember the feel of her muscles clenching around my cock. I take a swig of my beer.
Fuck me.
This doesn’t make any sense. A girl like her should have me running as far in the opposite direction as possible, but
her
crazy does something to me. It calls to me on an unreal level.

What could have her so unstable? She went from zero to nuts in .2 seconds flat. That level of insanity has to be caused by something. Daddy issues? That kind of instability can’t be helped.
I’d best forget all about Courtney Brighten.

But I don’t.

No, instead I act like a fucking teenager and grasp my cock through my shorts. It instantly hardens, begging to be released. I pull them down and fist my cock. I feel the large masculine veins that run the length of my shaft. Every jerk of my dick has me lifting off the couch. The pre-cum collects at the tip as my orgasm makes its way to the surface. I image Courtney’s legs wrapped around my head, the taste of salt and citrus coating my tongue as if she’s really here grinding her pussy down on my mouth.

I come hard and fast into my palm. “Fuuuuccckkkkk,” I groan at the pleasure of my own hand, and the fantasy of Courtney brings.

I’m so fucked.

O
n my way to
work the next morning, I keep replaying the night over and over in my head. It was undoubtedly the best sex of my life, by far the best I’ve had. Then I ruined it. I went mental. The events of the night came to a ceremonious head and poor Decker was on the receiving end of my misplaced anger.

He didn’t deserve any of my hostility last night. My anger belonged solely to Troy and myself. If I weren’t so completely and utterly mortified, I would attempt to find him and apologize. My mortification runs deeper than my need to make things right. The only comfort I have is that I never have to see him again.
Ever.

I pull into the Governor’s mansion. Occasionally he conducts business from this location as opposed to his headquarters because he’ll have personal business intermixed with state. Last time, I was forced to endure hours of interviews for a dentist appointment he had scheduled between conference calls. I hope that today I can work independently in another wing and get caught up on some projects.

Walking towards the picturesque Queen Anne style monstrosity, I can’t help but take in the beauty. I’ve always been obsessed with architecture, and this particular mansion does not disappoint. It’s easily one of the most beautiful buildings in all of Albany. The curves give character to an otherwise creepy mansion. A deeply shadowed entrance sits to the left of a sweeping wrap around porch. The vibe is sinister, yet the structure itself is breathtakingly beautiful.

I hear a throat clear behind me, and I turn to see the one thing guaranteed to ruin my day—Troy.

“Hey, Court. You look beautiful today.”

I wince at the sound of his too-high voice. I can’t believe I was ever attracted to this idiot. “Fuck off, Troy,” I state before briskly walking away. His footsteps echo behind me.
Can’t I catch a break?

“Courtney, you’ll have to work with me. You knew this was part of the deal. Can’t you be a professional?”

I whip around, bringing my finger dangerously close to his nose. “Don’t. Don’t you dare tell me how to act. You made this situation what it is. Just stay the hell away from me and we’ll be fine.”

He puts his hands up in compliance. “I’m just saying we have work to do today, and I don’t want the Governor to sense the hostility you are exuding.”

I laugh without humor. “My hostility is due solely to
your
philandering ways.”

“Andrea and Jill are just fun. Andrea, however, I’ll keep around for a bit. She graduated from Harvard Law and is currently working for the DA. She’ll be great on my arm.”

I gag. “So you’re into lesbians these days. Got it.”

“She’s not a lesbian. She just enjoys some kink every now and then. She’s not a prude.”

My thoughts turn to Decker.
Apparently,
I’m not a prude either.
I look back at Troy and smile despite the fact I’d rather gouge his eyes out. “Good luck to her. You’re a pig.”

“I believe I’ve been accused of that within the past twenty-four hours, too. Sounds like I’m in good company.”

The new voice has me whipping around in confusion. Decker is standing outside of the Governor’s mansion with Troy and me. What the hell are the odds of this? Who has luck this horrible? No one. This is obviously a case of stalking.

“Good God!” I exclaim in horror. “How much worse can this day get? Are you following me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Princess. I’m here strictly on business. I have a meeting with the Governor in oh…” He checks his watch, and I take the opportunity to peruse his body. He’s wearing a sports coat, but I can still see his broad shoulders clearly, and my mouth starts to water against my will.

“Excuse me, but who are you? How do you two know each other?” Leave it to cheater Troy to pipe in when he should just be moving along.

“I’m Brian. I’m here to talk to the Governor about some new landscaping around the city buildings and here on the estate.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Seriously?” I question and he quirks his brow at me like I’m crazy.

“Okay, and how did you say you two know each other?” Troy butts in again.

“She was in a car accident last night. She was cold and wet, and I helped take care of her ailment.” His innuendo is not lost on me.

“Ass,” I say under my breath, but he hears me and chuckles.

“God, Court, I had no idea. Are you all right? I’m so sorry if I caused that.” I flush in embarrassment. The last thing I want is for Brian to know about Troy. It’s humiliating.

“Don’t worry, Troy. The snowstorm was the issue. Nothing you were a part of would ever cause me to have an accident because I would have to care first.” I just can’t bring myself to not throw in the dig.

Troy frowns and looks back and forth between Brian and me.

“Well, I’m going to be late, and it’s cold as hell out here. It was
interesting
seeing you again, Princess.” He winks and walks off.

That wink has my panties soaking and my pussy aching for more of his sweet, torturous pleasure.

I’m so fucked.