Recipe for Attraction (9 page)

“Oh, really?” He licked again, this time paying attention to her slit. She reached up, her hand wanting to grip the back of his head to keep him in place but he dodged her.

“Yes, I did it for me you jerk.” She panted. Short, shallow breaths. “It has nothing to do with the fact that I want your mouth on me.”

“Hmm…” The sound vibrated across her flesh causing her to quiver. “Is that so?”

“I want what I want. And I want it right now.”

He smiled. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

Neil bent forward, gripped her thighs and set to work. She moaned and leaned back on her elbows, her hair dangling along the desk.

Neil exposed her tiny bud and licked, fast, slow, hard then soft. Changing up his ministrations to make her explode.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.” When she positioned her hands at the sides of his head he let her direct. She ground her pelvis against his tongue, taking her pleasure. Which was even more of a turn on than knowing he could finish the job on his own. The fact that she knew what she wanted and took it, admirable, even in the bedroom.

Neil inserted his fingers and pumped hard, never pulling all the way out. She cried out and shuddered, her legs trembling around his head.

While Carson basked in the gigantic orgasm, Neil didn’t waste time. He stood, grabbed a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself.

Carson reached out and traced the black ink at his neck, then moved to unbutton his shirt, but he pulled her hands away. She didn’t need to see the tattoo, the outcome of a stupid, knee-jerk reaction.

“When are you going to let me see what’s hiding under your shirt?”

“Another time,” he whispered.

He grabbed Carson’s arms and pulled her off the desk.

He turned her body making sure she didn’t trip on the tangle of shoes and pants around her legs. He let his hands roam over her curves, her perfect ass, her flat stomach and soft round breasts. Her hands snaked around and wrapped around his neck. She wiggled her body—including her bottom—which grazed over his balls.

“Bend over.” Neil guided her down, his hand pressing against her shoulder. He loved how one minute she took pleasure for herself and the next she obeyed him without question.

Neil positioned his cock at her waiting entrance. She spread her legs and he pushed inside, slid balls deep. She was slick and ready from her earlier orgasm. He pumped a steady rhythm, careful to try not to explode too early. Which he was bound to do if he kept staring at her ass and the view of him disappearing inside her deeper, and more easily, with every stroke.

She pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Christ, Carson, stop.” Neil bent over, his mouth clasping onto her neck, trying to stop the orgasm from rising up.

He sucked and bit at her neck and she moaned and wiggled under his body.

“Woman, I can’t last if you keep doing that.”

“Then don’t.” She reached out and gripped the edge of the desk. “Do it. Fuck me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Neil pumped, picking up speed with every second. Flesh slapped against flesh, a damn sexy sound. He pushed in double time, grasping onto her hips and pulling her back against his pelvis making the contact even more intense.

Sweat broke out across his brow and the orgasm he’d been pushing away swept over him like a rising tide.

With one more thrust he plunged inside and shuddered, the waves of pleasure took over. He faintly noticed the touch of Carson’s hand against his at her side.

She tightened around him, her own orgasm mere seconds after his own.

With the room in focus once again, he pulled out. Carson lay spread out face-first across the desk, her beautiful ass, red and bruised from where he gripped. He pulled her up and cradled her in his arms, planting a soft kiss on her cheek, moving ever so slowly toward her parted lips. He caressed every bare inch of her body, soft and slick from her sweat. “I can’t stop touching you.”

Her body trembled at his touch. “I have no problem with that.”

She turned. Their lips found each other and they kissed, hungry, as if they hadn’t just screwed like bunnies on top of his desk.

“You like when I touch you?”

“Yes,” she whispered as Neil circled his finger around her rosy, stiff nipple.

“You like when I touch you here?” He circled the other hard bead.

“Yes,” a little louder this time.

Tracing a line down the middle of her body, Neil headed straight for her center. “How ‘bout here?” He slipped between her folds and she spread her legs wider, raising her bottom off the desk.

Using her wetness, he circled his thumb over her clit, fast, slow, fast, slow. Her entire body shivered with his actions.

“Yes.” The word came out in a stifled groan.

“I didn’t quite get that.” He slipped a finger inside. “Is this what you like?”

“Yes,” she answered. Determined and confident. “Yes.”

A double knock sounded on the door.

“Yes,” she screamed.

“Neil, I need you to… Oh, shoot!” Sterling stared, a deer caught in headlights at the sight of them wrapped in a naked embrace. “Ass. I can see your ass.” She whipped her hand up to cover her eyes.

Carson cursed under her breath, it was mumbled because she tried to hide her face against his chest.

“Sterling, you just can’t go around opening doors,” Jack said from the doorway. He peeked inside but looked away quickly. “Sorry, King. Hi, Carson.”

She lifted her hand and waved, never letting her face show.

“What the fuck, Jack.” He reached around and grabbed Carson’s shirt, wrestling it over her torso, covering her body from their uninvited guests. “After a year of being together you haven’t taught her about closed doors.” Neil bent and pulled up his pants.

He pulled the door until there was only a crack, allowing his voice to still be heard.. “It never came up. Sterling likes the doors open.”

Neil heard a muffled ouch, followed by his brother’s cough. Possibly the result of Sterling slugging him in the gut.

“So this is how you’ve been spending your time,” Jack quipped.

“We came here to tell you guys something,” Sterling interrupted. “Get dressed. Everyone’s in the dining room. Carson you can come, too.” The door shut.

Carson flushed. “I don’t know what’s worse, being caught in the act or the thought of a stranger watching us online.”

They quickly finished dressing and Neil led Carson through the tiny hallway, his hand resting on the small of her back. When they entered the dining area, all communication ceased and five sets of eyes focused on them.

No one spoke, until Penn said, “Oh, Carson honey. I’m so sorry.” She looked at her watch then fisted her hands against her hips, her lower body encased in a tight black skirt. “At least you know up front how much of a disappointment he is between the sheets before you get in too deep.”

Sterling, Cole, Finn and Jack all snickered under their breath. Even Carson couldn’t contain her laughter. Her body shook under his grip.

“We were already…” Neil sighed. “Never mind. What is so damn important the whole family has to be here?”

“Yeah. Can we make this quick? I have work to do.” Penn yelled from behind the bar.

Sterling and Jack broke apart. Both smiling like idiots. It was impossible that they could both be so happy. They had to fight, like other couples. Of that he had no doubt. Jack could grind on anyone’s nerves, even the most patient and kind person like Sterling.

“We have a little announcement.” Sterling grinned and held out her hand. “We’re engaged!”

Penn squealed and ran from behind the bar, tackling Sterling and hugging her closely. However, Penn wouldn’t be Penn if she hadn’t raised her finger at Jack in warning no doubt telling him to watch his ass. Neil chuckled. He admired her balls.

Finn and Cole walked toward the happy couple. There was an exchange of handshakes, hugs, and kisses.

“That’s wonderful news. Congratulations,” Carson said while tucked under Neil’s arm.

A wedding? One of his brothers was getting married. Should he be overjoyed? Should he be happier than he felt at this moment?

He looked down and stared at the shiny, black hair that rested against his chest. For the first time he wondered what it would be like to have a woman permanently attached to him—this woman. To wake up next to her. To fall asleep beside her. But he would just be a time bomb waiting to erupt, and she didn’t deserve that.

They had sex. That’s all. Sex. Good sex. Up against a tree like animals. On a table. On a desk. He squeezed his hand on her hip. He noticed her glance up at him from the corner of his eye.

And it felt right. Perfect. They were completely in sync, on the same wavelength. When they weren’t fighting of course. But she filled him with so much more than sexual satisfaction. She filled a part of him he thought long gone. A part he thought had died with his mother. That feeling of being cared for. He was a thirty-two year old man who needed to be told that someone cared. And he knew she cared by the lengths she was willing to go in order to keep him from racing.

“King! Get your ass over here and kiss my wife-to-be.” Jack scolded.

Last year, after struggling with the death of their foster mother, Sterling had been the bright light that helped Jack find his way. She was the perfect anchor to his larger-than-life personality and she was going to be an even more perfect addition to their family.

Neil smiled and walked over, but not before kissing Carson on top of her head. The ten eye balls that had greeted them with such curiosity two minutes earlier had picked up their staring.

He cleared his throat and walked over to Sterling, pulling her into a hug. “Congratulations. Although it has to be said I disagree with your choice of groom.”

Sterling laughed. “Said the typical older brother.”

“No, it’s true.” Finn interrupted. “Of all the brothers you could have picked, Jack is the least attractive, least successful and I’ve heard he has no idea how to satisfy a woman.”

“Ass.” Jack punched him in the arm. “I can assure you I have no problem in the satisfaction department. Right, Sterling?”

Sterling’s face and neck quickly turned crimson.

“I think we need to celebrate.” Cole said. He jogged off to the bar and opened one of the fridge doors. “It’s a little early for straight champagne so how about some mimosas?”

“Speak for yourself. It’s always time for champagne.” Penn made her way to the bar to help.

Neil often wondered if Cole had been with Penn in a close-the-door scenario. Even he noticed the sexual tension between them.

“Since I’m going to be your sister…” Sterling blinked at Neil with wide eyes. “I was hoping you’d be all right with us getting married at the farm. We can christen the barn.”

That was a perfect idea. And it if he was honest, it hurt that she thought she had to ask permission. Did they all think the same way? That Neil was in charge? Granted, he loved being the oldest and the one they all looked up to. He loved being the first to have sex, the first to go to college, the first to test Vivian’s loyalty. Neil grimaced. Some role model he was. He’d just been released from jail.

He met Sterling’s eyes.

“Of course you can and there is no need to ask. If you’re going to be a Madewood, that farm is just as much yours as it is ours.”

“I love that idea,” Penn said from behind the bar as she gestured to Cole who was trying to open the champagne bottle. “It’s so romantic.”

“And Finn, we’d like you to cater.”

Finn’s chest expanded. “I would love to plan your menu.”

“When are you thinking?” Neil asked.

“October?” Sterling said.

“October?” Penn took a swig of champagne. “That’s only two months away.”

“True,” Sterling replied. “You’ll be open for business by then, won’t you Neil? It will be perfect timing.”

“You should get a wedding planner,” Penn said.

Finn snapped his fingers. “I know just the right person.” He looked at each of them. “Veronica.”

Veronica Whitfield, the little sister of Cole and Finn’s best friend from foster care Mark, had been the fourth wheel in the boy’s group. But they both got adopted and moved away from the city a year before Vivian took in Cole and Finn. Mark now lived in British Columbia and Veronica ran a wedding planning business out of her home.

“Our friend from foster care is a wedding planner.”

“Finn that would be wonderful.” Sterling’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“It’s selfish, really.” Finn crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t take well to strangers telling me what food to make.”

“Are you sure it’s just strangers?” Jack said with a smile.

Penn walked around the group holding a tray of mimosas. One glass didn’t have orange juice at all.

“Penn will you help me find a dress? I was thinking something vintage.”

“Did someone say vintage?” Penn’s ears perked up with her favorite word. “I know just the place.”

“Everyone take a glass.” Neil announced. When everyone had a drink, including Carson, he began. “Congratulations Jack and Sterling. Someone very special is missing from this moment. She would have loved being a part of this. She would have loved to see Jack settle down with one woman.”

Jack laughed, but it was forced. They had all grown silent.

“No Madewood goes at things alone. You might as well learn that early, Sterling. You’re stuck with all of us, ‘til death do you part. And Finn always wanted a little sister.”

“Jack made do for a while,” Finn said and everyone chuckled.

Neil continued. “It’s about time we had another female in the Madewood clan. Welcome and we wish you all the best.”

“To Jack and Sterling,” Cole said. The group repeated his incantation.

While everyone sipped from the champagne glasses, Sterling showed off her ring to Penn. Finn and Cole slapped Jack on the back and they laughed at something that was said.

Jack pulled away and approached Neil, his expression became somber. “I’m sorry. I know you probably think this will take away from the farm project because people are more interested in where my penis goes than our business” Jack mocked Neil. “But I just couldn’t wait.” Jack looked lovingly at Sterling.