Plow (Brighten Sister’s Duet #1) (7 page)

I
want
to know more about this girl. “Tell me about your parents.”

“They live in Oswego, just outside of Syracuse.”

I nod. “I’ve been. It’s a pretty cool town.”

“My mom owns a small clothing boutique. It costs more money to run than she makes, but it’s her
passion. My dad runs the local bank. They do all right, but with three girls to raise and my mom’s money pit store, there were tough times financially.”

“You’ve done well for yourself. What about your other sisters?” I ask truly interested.

“My oldest sister, Sam, has a great job. She’s in marketing. Tiff acts as though she’s got everything under control, but I know school loans are killing her. I’ve tried to offer help, but she’s a stubborn shit.” I chuckle.

“Sounds like someone else I know,” I chide.

“Hey, are you using my words against me?” She raises her eyebrow.

“Most definitely.”

She throws her head back in abandon and laughs as I tickle her sides. Her carefree laughter has my whole body keyed up. It’s an aphrodisiac making me want to fuck her and love her all at the same time. I stop my assault to find her staring back at me with a lust-filled hunger matching my own.

“I want you.”

“You have me. Take what you want, Brian,” she says breathlessly.

Without another word I pounce, grabbing her by the hips and swinging her to sit atop my chest. She tears her shirt over her head, making quick work to release her breasts from her lacy pink bra. I stare in complete awe of this beautiful, intelligent, sexy as hell woman.

“Are you going to fuck me or continue to stare?” She smirks.

I growl. Lifting her off of me so that I can rip off my pants, I become frustrated by the lack of contact her body is currently making with mine. I need her like I need air at this point. Once we are both undressed and naked as the day we were born, I lift her back on top and lower her onto my ready and eager cock.

“God you feel good,” I groan.

She begins to work my cock, sliding up and down my length at a steady pace. I grasp her hips to help with the rhythm and look at her. I mean really look at her. She’s something ethereal. Her long blonde hair lies over her left shoulder covering her tit. Her blue eyes sparkle as she observes me watching her, but instead of getting embarrassed, she smiles and pumps my dick faster.

“Off,” I grunt out. Her eyebrows rise. “Need to taste your pussy.”

Her lip quirks up into a smile, and she starts moving her body to position herself over my face.

“No,” I order. “Sit on my face while you lick my cock. Taste yourself. Fuck my face while you taste yourself.” She turns her body hovering over my glistening dick and lowers her pussy to my mouth. While she laps at my shaft I begin making small ministrations on her clit, eliciting mewls and whimpers that have my cock growing longer.

She grinds down harder on my face, chasing that orgasm that’s building in her core. Pushing my tongue inside, I feel her cunt contracting all around me and it only fuels my desire. I slam my tongue up once, twice, three times before she cries out.

I let her ride out her orgasm. Once she’s coming back down, I pull out. Flipping her over onto her knees I enter from behind. I run my hands down the length of her spine as I continue to drive forward. When I reach her ass I give it a nice firm slap. She cries out. Not in pain but in pure ecstasy. My girl loves a little kink it would seem.

I’m so caught up in this moment that I miss her reach underneath to stroke my balls. “Fuuuuck!” The pleasure that one act stimulates is mind-blowing. Slamming into her relentlessly my own release begins to builds. Courtney’s arms collapse, only serving to push her ass higher into the air giving me a deeper thrust.

I slap that ass one more time just to hear her whimper and that does it. I’m spurting violently into her pussy. I fall forward completely replete. If I wasn’t before, I am without a doubt in love with this woman.

“Brian?”

“Hmm?” I can’t even bring myself to use speech I’m so thoroughly exhausted.

“I-I think I’m falling in love with you.”

I smile into her hair. When she turns to face me we’re nose to nose. Looking in her eyes I say, “I’m already in love with you, Courtney.”

Her eyes sparkle when she responds, “Me too.”

I chuckle. “Wait. So you love yourself?” I tease.

She slaps my chest and laughs. “I love
you
, Brian. I do. It’s crazy and probably stupid fast, but I am 100%
in
love with you.”

It is fast.

We’ve known each other for only two weeks.

But I can’t help what I feel for her. We’re not kids. We’ve both had relationships. When you know, you know. Call me a fucking pussy, but I
know
that this woman is mine. For life if I can help it.

I lean in and sear her with a kiss that shows her how much she means to me.

I
’m floating
on a cloud as I walk into work the next morning. The night I spent in Brian’s arms was absolute perfection. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. An orgasm during sex is one of them. I giggle out loud at that truth. Troy didn’t know his ass from his elbow when it came to making a girl come.

As if I’ve conjured the devil himself, Troy walks around the corner. When he notices me, his face transforms into a sneer.

“Courtney,” he says curtly.

“Troy,” I reply just as rudely.

“Strange thing yesterday. I found our new landscaper coming out of the maintenance closet.”

I stiffen at his unspoken insinuation. Why would he bring that up if he didn’t suspect something? I school my features and reply neutrally, “Okaaayyyy. Is there a reason you’re telling me this? Should I be locking the supply closet?” I make sure that each word is crisp, and the sarcasm is evident.

“Don’t play coy with me, Courtney. I know exactly what was going on in there. I could see the way you two were looking at each other last week.”

“That’s a ridiculous accusation. Did you actually see something or are you speculating? Either way, I don’t give a fuck what you think. And without proof, I’d like to know what you think your vile ass is going to do with this story you’ve concocted in your head.”

He considers my words. “You’re right. I don’t have proof, but I’m watching you both. One wrong move and he’s done.”

I’m seething. “Do you have something against him? He’s done nothing wrong.”

“Awful touchy for someone who claims nothing’s going on.”

“If there were, it wouldn’t be any of your business. We are nothing, you made sure of that.” I move to walk around him and he grabs my elbow.

“I want you back, Courtney.” He slams his mouth down on mine roughly.

The feel of his lips makes me want to vomit. There is nothing enticing about it at all. I push him off of me and slap him hard across the face with my free hand.

“Like hell.” I pull my arm out of his grasp and briskly walk as far from him as possible.

“You’ll come back!”

He’s a sick bastard if he thinks for one minute I would even consider getting back with him, but that’s besides the point. He’s onto Brian and me. I don’t believe for one second that he’ll let this go, and it has me nervous. We have to be more careful. There’s nothing saying we can’t be together, but screwing around at work could have us all in a lot of trouble. The Governor is already under a microscope by his opposing constituents, and we’re approaching an election year. Any kind of scandal would be career suicide.

I pull up Brian’s name and type out a quick text.

Me: We’ve got a problem, and its name is Troy

His reply is instantaneous.

Brian: What’s going on?

Me: He brought you and the closet up. He is accusing me of…well, he knows. He might not have proof, but he’s looking for it.

Brian: Fuck.

Me: He wants me back.

Brian: Tough shit. You’re mine.

Me: I know ☺

Brian: I’ve got some things to do, but we’ll talk about this tonight. I love you.

My heart skips a beat at those words.

Me: I love you too. Xo

I hit send on that last message and practically skip to my office. All thoughts and concerns regarding Troy are gone.

“
W
hat the fuck
are you talking about?” I yell into the phone at Bryce.

He’s just called to tell me that he’s gotten himself into a whole shitload of trouble.

“What the hell do you mean you’re in jail?”

“I’m calling you with my one phone call. I got arrested for coke. I need you to come to New York and bail me the fuck out.”

I’m murderous. “Like hell. You can sit your ass in that jail cell and think about all of the shit choices you’ve made. Get yourself the free representation and find a way out of this yourself. I’m done.” Without another word, I hang up the phone. I’m done bailing his ass out. It’s time he makes changes, and I’m not going to be his mom anymore. My days of being an enabler are over.

My phone rings and I look down to see it’s Courtney. My anger dissipates and a smile forms. “Hey, baby. What’s going on?”

“I’m at my desk thinking about you.” Her tone tells me it’s unsavory in nature.

“Is that so? What are you thinking about?”

“That I want you to fuck me,” she whispers into the phone.

“Princess,” I groan. “You shouldn’t be talking like that at work especially with that fucking rat watching your every move.” I hate that I have to ruin the mood, but I don’t want her getting into trouble on my account.

“Brian,” she whines, “why do you have to bring him up?”

I chuckle. “Baby, when you get home tonight, I’ll fuck you nice and slow.”

“I want it hard and fast,” she says softly into the phone.

I groan. “Deal.” There’s silence on the line. I can hear her breathing, but she’s not speaking. “Court?”

“I-I have to go.”

The phone clicks off.
That was strange.

I grab some documents off my desk and begin to skim through them. Ten minutes later my phone pings. It’s a message from Courtney. I open it to find it’s actually a video message. I hit play and what I see has my balls tightening and my dick presses roughly against my jeans.

Courtney has both of her legs up on the desk, and her skirt pulled up to her hips exposing her panty-less pussy. She’s open wide to the camera and running her index finger up and down her glistening folds. I watch as her finger enters her. She adds another and begins a quick rhythm in and out while her other hand rubs the top of her clit. Her face transforms into pure ecstasy as she fucks herself mercilessly with her fingers. He left hand comes up to palm her full tit. Biting her lip in pleasure, she moans as she looks straight into the camera and licks her finger clean. Once she has sucked every bit of her juices from her finger, she licks her lips and mouths, “Delicious.”

I’m so turned on I can’t fucking walk. My girl is masturbating in the state house at her desk, and I’m the only witness to it. I’m about to spring my cock free when I realize that I’m about to miss a meeting if I sit her any longer, so I grab my phone and dial up Courtney once more.

“Hey, baby,” she says breathlessly.

“You’re going to kill me. I want you so bad, Courtney Brighten.”

She giggles. “You’ll have me in a few hours. This was just to give you a preview of what awaits.”

“Baby…” I groan. “Should you be doing that at the state house? You’re going to get caught.” She sighs dramatically.

“Don’t ruin the mood. I know what I said and you’re right, but I can’t seem to use my head where you’re concerned.”

“I’m not complaining Court. I loved it, but I don’t want you getting caught.” I say in a stern tone.

“You’re right. I said no more and I need to stick to that. This was the last time. Okay?”

“I love you.” I smile.

“Love you too. I’ll see you tonight. Be ready.”

After hours on the phone trying to line up help for Bryce despite my insistence that I wouldn’t, and a meeting regarding another project, I’m bone tired. I’m ready to gag down some aspirin for this headache and crawl into bed when I hear the front door open, and Courtney call out my name. I can’t help it. Regardless of the fact that today was a shit day, she still brings a smile to my face.

“I’m back here,” I call out.

When she walks around the corner, my breath hitches. She’s wearing simple black yoga pants and a teal colored tank top, and her blonde hair is pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. I have seen this woman in every form of dress attire imaginable, and this is, by far, my favorite. She looks young and happy. It may be her preferred form of sleepwear, but it’s coming off. I need her in the worst way.

“Brian, why are you staring at me like I’m a steak?”

I throw my head back and laugh. “A steak?”

“Yeah, you’re a man. Men like steak.” She shrugs as if this rationalization actually makes sense.

“If you’re a steak, then I love steak.”

She grins. “Mr. Decker, have you forgotten what tonight is?” I contemplate her question. I have not a clue what tonight is.

She comes to my rescue. “It’s Outlander night. I’ve got some Jamie Fraser to pine over.”

I raise my eyebrow. “Is that so? This Jamie Fraser needs a beating for distracting
my
woman. I don’t like you needing any other man to pine over. Plus, you promised me some things.”

She giggles carefree. “Oh, Decker, you’ve got it bad.” She smiles widely.

I do. I have it so fucking bad. The thought of not having this woman turns my stomach in ways that nothing else in this world can.

She walks slowly toward me, lifting her shirt and exposing the contours of her tight stomach. My mouth begins to water. Round perky tits appear as she lifts her bra along with her shirt over her head. It’s blissful torture watching this slow motion strip tease in front of me. She doesn’t even attempt to make it sexy, but it is.

“See something you like, Decker?”

I groan. “Get. Over. Here.”

Her coy smile does nothing to hide the fact that I know she wants this too. Her nipples are hard, and I saw the way her body shivered with my command to come to me. When she finally reaches me, I grab her by the hips and bring her into me, crashing my lips with hers.

She pulls away slightly, grabbing the waistband of my shorts and pulling them over my hips and down my legs. Her eyes go wide when she realizes that I’m not wearing briefs under my gym shorts. I grin at her expression.

Yeah baby, I’m ready for ya.

I’m ready to pull off her pants when she shakes her head and drops to her knees in front of me. Palming my tight balls in her hand, she takes my shaft into her mouth stopping at the base of the tip. I groan out my satisfaction as her warm mouth encases my cock. This is all the prompting she needs to start lapping at my dick. The circle of her tongue around the tip and her hand sliding over the base of my cock has me pumping harder in and out of her mouth.

I can feel my orgasm making its way to the surface, and with one more flick of her tongue and her other hand coming up to cup my balls, I’m on the precipice. “I’m going to come.”

She sucks harder, and with that, I’m spurting violently into the back of her throat. She laps every last drop off of my cock and stands in front of me. I stare speechless. She has no idea how amazing she is.

It’s her turn. I start to pull down her pants, but she stops me.

“No, no, no. I can wait. We have a date with some pizza and Starz.”

I roll my eyes. “Food and Jamie make you happy. I clearly see how I rank.”

She smiles at my whining tone. “You make me happy.” She touches my cheek.

“Let’s feed you.” I lean in and place a gentle kiss on her lips.

We spend the next hour curled up on my couch watching Outlander and eating pizza. This I could do every fucking night. As long as I’m with her, I can even deal with this girlie TV shit.

“How did things go with your brother?”

“The dumbass will be fine. He somehow always manages to get out of it.”

“What’s the story there?” she probes.

“When our parents died, I was eighteen. Legally I could care for him since I had just graduated high school and was of age. I never considered anything else. I needed him as much as he needed me at the time. It was a mistake. A kid can’t raise another kid.”

She frowns. “I can’t imagine losing a parent much less two. How old was he?”

“We’re five years apart. He’s twenty-seven now. Plenty old enough to get his shit together.”

“He was only thirteen when your parents died. That’s a tough age. How the heck did you manage that?”

“He was a good kid. I think we always sheltered him. He never got into trouble until he went off to college in New York. I didn’t have him prepared for the real world.”

She squeezes my hand in reassurance. “You did the best you could do. Nobody should be a parent at eighteen. It’s a huge responsibility, and very few people are equipped to handle it.”

I nod in agreement. “He’s making huge mistakes, and I can’t do anything about them. The drugs are the worst. Everything else he’s doing is to maintain that habit. I just found out today that he’s working in the porn industry to help pay for everything.” I shuddered. “His dick’s going to fall off.”

She brings her hand to her mouth to stifle the giggle.

“It’s not funny, Court. That’s how diseases are spread.”

“He told you he’s doing this?”

“Yeah. The stupid fuck bragged like it’s some huge accomplishment. He says he just started, and he’s only working with one girl. Whatever the fuck that means.” I throw my hands in the air.

“Maybe we should take a drive down to New York and get him some help.” She is so sincere, and it makes me love her more. The fact that she wants to help my dip shit brother who she’s never even met has me warm.

“Baby, I love you.”

She smiles. “I know. I love you too.”