Plow (Brighten Sister’s Duet #1) (4 page)

I
am so fucked
.

Of all the people to run into today. Courtney Brighten has a fucking pull on me, and not even gravity can keep me grounded.

The shit from last night is starting to make sense. Pieces of the puzzle are coming together, and I have a serious need to beat the ever-loving fuck out of that sniveling rat Troy. At least that’s what I think she called him. Whoever the fuck he is, he obviously hurt her in some way.

As I make my way through the grand foyer, a door to my left swings open and the Governor takes a step out. Reaching his hand out, we shake briefly.

“Brian, thanks for joining me today. This is merely a formality, but you know how it goes with these contracts. I’s dotted and what not. Come into my office and have a seat. My assistant should be here in a moment and then we can get started.” He turns and walks through the open door, and I follow suit.

When I reach the chairs, I hear the door open and turn my body to see who’s joining us.
I just escape her.
I give her my signature asshole smirk, and she inhales deeply.
With slow steps, she makes her way over to the chair beside me. She looks like a scared, timid mouse, nothing like the feisty goddess from last night or this morning.
Interesting.

“Courtney, this is Brian Decker, the owner of Urban Concept Design.”

Her eyes widen considerably, and I have to stifle back a laugh.
Didn’t see that coming, did you?
Yeah, I have a plow, but I’m also the owner of a very up and coming landscape architecture firm. We do landscape design, plus all of the site planning, management of storm water drainage, and restoration of historical sites.

I can see the wheels turning as she takes in the new information in front of her.
That’s right, Princess. I’m not some low-class asshole beneath you.
Although, I wouldn’t mind being beneath her right now. That short little skirt does nothing but make my dick grow. The idea of burying myself into her tight pussy right here is only stopped by the fact that I think the Gov would frown on me fucking his employee in front of him.

“Nice to meet you,” she whispers, and I release her hand. We proceed to sit, and from this vantage point, her thighs are on full display. What I wouldn’t do to part them right now and torture her into submission. My gaze rises to the Governor across the table he’s using as a desk, and I wonder if he would notice if I placed my hand on her thigh. Better yet, I wonder if she’d stop me if I finger fucked her in front of her boss?

O
ur bodies are
close to one another. So close, that his hand trails up the hem of my skirt. Soft fingers teasing…torturing…

It's not the right time or the right place, but I don't care. I'm blinded by my own needs and desires.

The Governor’s voice drones on and on. Contracts. Bids. I should be taking notes. Jotting down his ramblings, but all I can think about is how far up my thigh Brian's hand will go under the protection of the desk. My question is quickly answered as I feel my panties being pushed aside and his hand rests on my core, the tip of his finger stroking my pussy. One finger pushes inside me while the other begins to rubs at my swollen clit. With slow deliberation, Brian begins to caress me with a torturous rhythm that has me pushing my hips up to take him deeper. He knows what I want, and he gives it to me as he jams another finger into my greedy pussy.

As the thrust of his finger grows harder, so does the pressure of his ministrations. My walls begin to contract, pulsing and gripping at his digits. I’m riding the edge of oblivion, and he must feel it because just as my body pulls him in deeper, he pulls out and pinches my clit, sending me over the edge, not being able to control myself I let out a loud gasp.

“Courtney, are you okay?" the Governor asks, his eyebrows arching. Shaking my head back and forth, I try to control my breathing.

“Um… yes, sorry, I just realized that I…” I couldn't think of a plausible excuse. “I thought I left the stove on.” Yeah that makes sense,
right?
His brow furrows as he takes in my words, contemplating my lie.

As if divine intervention, the phone rings ripping his attention away from me. Turning quickly to Brian, I narrow my eyes, silently begging, pleading with him to stop the onslaught of delicious torture he's doling out. His lips turn up into a wicked grin. Nope. No such luck as his long digit enters me fully again and now starts to stroke the sensitive spot inside me. I can feel my inside walls begin to clench again. God, as if coming once in front of your boss isn’t bad enough, this crazy man wants me to go for round two.

The Governor stands abruptly, and my breath catches in my throat. Did he see something? Does he know?

“I hate to cut this meeting short," he says as he addresses Brian, “but there's a bit of an emergency and I need to deal with it.” 

“Do you—” I start, but he cuts me off.

“No, Courtney. You grab the contract bid forms for Brian. If I need anything else, I'll call you, okay?”

"No problem.” I lean forward and grab my large bag off the ground. The movement makes my pussy tighten around his finger. I stifle my moan of pleasure as I readjust to place my bag in my lap covering Brian's hand.

The Governor walks to the door barely affording us even a sideways glance. “Don't forget we have a five o'clock appointment,” he says over his shoulder as I hear the creak of the door, followed by it shutting behind him. Reaching my hand across my body, I smack at Brian's hand.

“What the hell? He could have seen us! I could have gotten fired! You could have lost your chance at this deal."

“I have plenty of contracts, Princess, and I blame you for wearing that skirt.” He smirks.

“Ugh. You are just like every other man.”

He stiffens at this. “I’m not like Troy.”

I find the comment odd. He doesn’t know anything about Troy.

“I know he hurt you, it was written all over your face. Seeing the hurt in your eyes…well because of it, I want to end him. I wouldn’t hurt you, Courtney.” He tilts his head to the side and gives me a small smile.

He says it so sincerely that chills run down my back, and I’m at a loss for words. He steps toward me pulling me out of my stupor. “Don’t. Just don’t, Brian. Not here. It’s too dangerous for both of us. Besides, what we did can’t happen again.”

“Keep telling yourself that and maybe you’ll believe it.” He grins and starts to walk toward the door.

“Where are you going? I have papers for you to sign.”

“I need to hit the men’s room. I have to tend to… something.”

I roll my eyes at his words.
I bet he does.

I watch him walk out the door, and I feel his absence. It’s terrifying that I would even remotely miss his presence. He’s nothing to me. A simple rebound fuck.
And yet…

I go to the filing cabinet lining the wall and pull the forms for Brian to fill out. This account he’s just landed would give any company instant success. The bids that we got from other companies were far smaller. People wanted this badly enough to underbid each other left and right. Urban Concept Design bid well above the others and yet the Governor never gave the others a chance. He has been talking about the brilliance of UCD and how sought after they are by huge accounts across the state and country. One of the biggest projects will be the restoration of buildings on the historical registrar. The Governor wants to restore this city back to its original glory, and he truly thinks Brian Decker can do it.

Brian hasn’t returned, so I decide to go look for him. When I walk into the hallway, I see the Governor and Brian talking like old frat brothers. The Governor is laughing at something Brian has said, but my concentration is locked on the tall, dark and handsome man to his left.
God, he’s something.
I feel my pussy contract in need. I’m still so wet it’s almost uncomfortable to walk. At that moment, they both notice me.

“Ah, Courtney. I was just telling Brian how lucky I am to have you. I would be lost without you.” He smiles warmly, but Brian lifts his eyebrows in question.

I want to roll my eyes at him, but refrain. I return the Governor’s compliment with a small smile. “I was just coming to look for Mr. Decker as he seems to have gotten lost,” I joke.

“Nah, I ran into him coming out of the boy’s room. Sorry to keep him, but I was just saying goodbye. I have to run out to meet Judge Rockney for lunch. I’ll be gone for about an hour. Can you stay here and hold down the fort until I get back?”

“Of course. I’ll finish up with Mr. Decker and then get back to my other projects.”

“You’re the best, Courtney.”

He shakes Brian’s hand, exchanging a few more laughs and then he’s gone. With him out of sight, I become aware that it’s just Brian and me. This is a recipe for disaster. I usher Brian back into the Governor’s private office and close the door behind us.

“I can't say it wasn't worth the risk,” Brian says to my back, causing me to still.

“Uh-what?” I ask completely dumbfounded as he stalks toward me like a predator.

“I just want to bury myself inside you again. Right here, right now."

My breath hitches as my eyes widen. “Someone might—”

“Don't give a shit," he grunts out as he stands and lifts me up, placing me on the edge of the desk, “But first, a taste. I’ve been dying to lick that pussy again.”

Strong hands spread my legs, and with a sharp pull, Brian rips my thong right off my body. The definition in his forearms attests to how strong he is. Sitting down, he reclines back for a moment, admiring his handy work. My dripping wet pussy is now on full display. He grins up at me like a Cheshire cat.

"You like this, Princess? You like the idea of me eating your pussy on top of your boss’s desk?"

“I-I…” Trying to form audible words is difficult as I lay spread open for him, my whole body shaking with anticipation for the wicked assault I know is coming courtesy of his delectable tongue. 
God, I want his tongue.

With one swipe, I know there’s no turning back. There’s no saying no. I need to come, and I need to come now. I lift my hips up to meet his mouth as if I’m a banquet ready for him to feast on. His fingers part my folds and his mouth locks onto my clit, causing my body to shake against him.

“So responsive,” he mutters as he continues to suck me into his mouth, the pressure building with the suction. “I love the taste of your cum on my tongue.” His mouth vibrates around my clit as he speaks, the feeling so delicious that my pussy grows even wetter, my arousal dripping out of me.

My eyes flutter closed as he pops me out of his mouth and then begins to lap at me. His tongue runs up and down my slit, then presses inside me as he begins to fuck me with his tongue. Tingles run down my spine, and my muscles tighten and tremble. Just as I start to quake within, seconds away from coming, I feel him pull away leaving me empty and desperate.

“No, Princess. I want to feel you fucking come with my dick inside you. Want to feel that sweet pussy of yours squeezing my cock.”

Lifting to a standing position, Brian pulls down his zipper and frees himself from the confines of his pants.
Thank God.
Positioning himself right between my legs, I feel the head teasing at me. With a slow and steady thrust of his hips, his rock hard cock pounds into me until he is fully seated. Leaning on my elbows I watch as he enters me then pulls back out, his length glistening with my arousal.

The need for him to increase his speed and force is almost maddening, his leisurely rhythm torturous. He cups my backside and angles my body upward, slamming into me again and entering me fully, reaching deeper than I thought possible. The head of his cock strokes my sweet spot and then he starts to drag his cock back out before pounding back in.

His strokes grow harder with each new thrust of his hips, his pace quickening until he’s fucking me at a punishable speed. With a shiver that seems to last forever, I fall over the edge, biting my hand to stifle the scream threatening to expel. Brian grits his teeth as he thrusts once, twice, and on the third pump, he pours himself into me.

“
F
uuuucccckkkk
.”

“Mmmhmmm,” Courtney says, utterly sated below me.

You, Miss Brighten, are something else.
She didn’t even hesitate to spread herself to me on her boss’s desk. “Think he has cameras in here?” I ask teasingly.

Courtney flies up off of the desk. “Oh my God! What was I thinking? What did we do? Do you think he really has cameras?" She’s panicked, and I feel like an ass.

I grab her by the shoulders and look into her eyes. “Princess, calm down.”

She doesn’t.

“I’m going to lose my job!”

I tighten my grip on her. “Courtney, look at me. There are no cameras. These are his private quarters. I am sure that this is not the place he would have cameras. Besides, you’d be able to see them. Take a look around. Nothing.” She goes slack in my arms, and I pull her to me.

“This can’t happen again,” she whispers.

“Okay.” It’s all I say because I know this isn’t it. I
will
have her again, and she’ll be once again begging for it.

* * *

I
’ve spent
the entire afternoon filling out paperwork and going through blueprints of the city building. I’m going to restore it to its original splendor, so this project will take years and more than half of my crew to complete.

The Governor also wants my landscape crew to maintain the city’s beautification efforts. With the amount of green space and the number of flower beds, I’ll need to hire more employees to maintain our current workload. Before too long, I’ll need a team double the size I’m currently operating with. It’s exciting, but a pain in the ass.

Good laborers are hard to come by. Skilled workers are even harder. People are fucking lazy these days. They’d rather sit on their ass than earn an honest paycheck. My men are indispensable. I just need about 100 more like them.

My phone starts vibrating, so I look down and groan. Bryce, my kid brother and recently a thorn in my side. Our parents died in a car accident shortly after I graduated high school. My brother Bryce was only in 7th grade at the time, so I raised him through high school and sent him off to college. He’s a good kid, just needs some direction.

“Decker,” I answer like I always do.

“Hey, bro. You know it’s me calling, so what’s with the intro? You sound like a douche.”

“Fuck off, Bryce. What’s up? You knock someone up?” The line is quiet. “Bryce you better not have knocked anyone up. That isn’t funny. I’ll kill you. Seriously.”

“Nobody’s pregnant. That would require insertion.”

“Thank Christ. Okay, so what’s going on?”

“I just got put on academic probation. I have one semester to get my shit together, or I’ll lose my scholarship.”

“What the fuck, Bryce? How the hell did you manage that?”

“I’ve been working over forty hours a week, man. I can’t keep up with work and school. I need some fucking help here.” He sounds genuinely freaked.

“Listen, I’ll give you money if you quit your job and find something less time consuming. You pay for all your extra shit. Booze, dates, gas, etc. I’ll pay for everything else.”

I hear an audible sigh. “I don’t want your handouts, Brian. I can take care of myself. I just called because I’m thinking about dropping out.”

“What? Not happening, Bryce.”

“I can’t keep up with these classes. I’m too far behind, and I can’t afford a tutor.”

“I’ll pay for it. You are not dropping out, Bryce Decker. Mom would roll over in her grave if she heard you talking like that. She swore you were the smart one.”

He groans into the ear piece. “Fine. I’ll find someone at the tutoring lounge here on campus. Thanks, Bri for offering to help.”

We hang up, and I massage my head. I have a fierce headache coming on after that call. The phone starts buzzing again, and I pick it up without looking.

“What now?” I bark.

“Umm…Brian? It’s me, Courtney.”

Princess.