She looked at him with earnest eyes. “After you, I didn’t want anyone else.”Damn it. This woman was perfect. He had to yank on his mental leash to resist kissing her. If he didn’t, he’d only end up inside her again. And he still had a whole lot of explaining to do.“I don’t want anyone else, either. Just you. I want to live with you and raise our baby with you. But I’ve got to deal with Montilla so you two”—he slid a hand over her belly—“can be safe.”“What do you mean ‘deal with’?”“Kill him.”Her eyes went soft and wide with terror. “No! You can’t.”“I don’t have a choice. It’s my job. But I’m not going to lie; I’ll relish snuffing this son of a bitch. No one threatens what’s mine and lives.”“Can’t someone else bring him to justice? The Mexican police, the DEA, the—”“No.” He hated to burst her naive bubble, but justice had nothing to do with this now. It was personal. And it would be a fight to the death. “He threatened me. He’ll come after anyone I care about. That’s why, the mo
Damn, he’d enjoyed corrupting Brea. For a good girl, she fucked like she was bad to the core. But that big, pure heart of hers he’d always wanted was undeniably his.He was the luckiest bastard on the planet.Or he would be if he could make his Montilla problem go away—once and for all. From a foreign country, this asshole was ruling his life. No more. He had a baby coming, and if he didn’t kill this motherfucker before the day Brea and Cutter were scheduled to tie the knot, the life he wanted might be out of his reach forever.He hopped into his Jeep and withdrew his phone from his pocket, then shot off a text to Logan. His boss probably wouldn’t be up, but what the hell.Shit has changed, so I’m taking my fight to Montilla. Don’t know when I’ll be back. Fire me if you want.The phone rang immediately. Not surprisingly, it was Logan.One-Mile answered as he started his Jeep. “Yeah?”“Are you out of your fucking mind?”“Good morning to you, too,” he quipped as he backed out of the par
“Yeah. This timing couldn’t fucking be worse. I’m sorry.” He took her hands and drew her closer, holding her against his body. “I leave for Mexico tonight.”Shock ripped the air from her lunch. Dread gonged in her stomach. “Already?”“Yeah. I wish like hell I’d had time to meet your dad first. Explain us. But now…there’s no way. Reporters and gossips will start flocking here soon. I can’t be seen anywhere near you. It could be weeks before the media swarm dies down. Besides, this shit with Montilla can’t wait.”“I know you’re right, but…” Pierce leaving terrified her.Brea had thought they would have more days and nights together…in case she needed to store up memories for a future without him. Some foolish part of her had even hoped that Emilo Montilla would forget about all this and move on. But unless someone put that man in the ground, Pierce never would. Every moment he stayed here with her in Louisiana was another moment the brutal drug lord might be planning his revenge, so it
“If there’s no other alternative, yep. It’s basically a public service. Otherwise, I can be a surly son of a bitch.”She rolled her eyes. “You’re surly, anyway.”“All right. Surlier. Since no one wants a cranky Brea”—he pressed her palm back over her sex and covered it with his hand, guiding her to rub and stroke herself—“show me you can put yourself in a good mood.”Normally, she would have balked. Resisted at least. Maybe in time she would have felt more comfortable sinning so utterly in front of Pierce… But time was the one thing they didn’t have. He wanted her to do this, and she wanted to show him that she was strong enough and brave enough to handle whatever came next.“All right.”He rolled beside her and propped his head on his palm like he was settling in to enjoy the show. “I’m looking forward to this, but I can already tell I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”As if to prove his point, Pierce cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples as she strummed the sensitive
“If I had a choice…”But he didn’t. Brea knew that.“You’re only putting yourself at risk for me.” She dropped a hand to her stomach. “For us.”“Yeah. To me, nothing matters more. This started over a job. And even after everything Montilla did to me, I was willing to let it go and to let the police handle it. But he’s making it personal because I’m keeping him from his son. Since killing me won’t get him what he wants, he’s determined to take a loved one from me.”“So you can suffer the way he has?”“Whether I squeal or suffer, he’s won. Montilla is determined and he’s dangerous. And he won’t stop. My only option is to put him in the ground.”“I know.” He’d explained that once, but logic didn’t make her feel any less scared.“Don’t worry too much, pretty girl. I’m just taking out the trash.”“Don’t be flippant.”“I got this. You and the little one just hang tight. I’ll do my best to return soon.” He eased from her body and gathered her into his arms. “Have you thought about any baby n
Would she ever really be warm again?“You’re really leaving tonight?”“Yeah. From here, I’m heading to the office to tie up some loose ends. And this is important: If I don’t make it back, go see Logan. He’ll have all my paperwork and he’ll know what to do.”“Pierce…” Her voice cracked. “Don’t say—”“I’m being practical. It’s all right. He’ll make sure you and the baby are taken care of. Then after I’m done at the office, I’ll be heading to DFW for my flight later.”“Where are you going?”He hesitated. “After I land, that’s something I’ll have to figure out.”“But you must have some idea…”“No. And even if I did, you’re safer without that information.”He was leaving her no way to find him—on purpose. She understood, but it made her angry. “Don’t do this. Please.”Pierce sighed. “We’ve been over this.”They had, and she was only making things harder. Brea took a deep breath and clutched him as close as she could while pressing his big palm to her belly. “We’ll miss you.”“Oh, pretty g
Brea smiled, happy that her dad had finally found a partner and helpmate after over two decades alone. “It is. I also want you to promise me that if Pierce makes it back, you’ll welcome him as a part of my life.”Daddy sucked in a breath. “You’re asking for a lot since I don’t know this man.”“You have a big heart. I know you’ll come through.” Brea did her best to smile for him. “But I’ll warn you now, he probably hasn’t spent a day of his life in church and he has one of the foulest mouths I’ve ever encountered. Sometimes I want to shake my head at that man, even as I say a prayer for him. But his heart is pure. He’s a good man, so put whatever Cutter told you out of your head and judge him for yourself.”“You’re right. I owe you that much. I hope he’s everything you want and that he makes you happy for the rest of your life.”“Me, too, Daddy.” She sighed, worry for his safety already crushing her. “Me, too.”At DFW Airport, Cutter stepped through the revolving door from the terminal
He snorted. “If it’s any consolation, I’ve weathered that storm. You’ll be fine.”Cutter shrugged like he didn’t care. Not surprising since he obviously felt as if his heart had been ripped out. “Whatever. You didn’t come here to hear my sad-sack problems. So why did you drive all this way?”“For Brea. I’m flying to Mexico tonight. I need your help to keep her safe.” He explained the situation with Montilla, along with his plan.Bryant swore under his breath. “Are you crazy? That’s a suicide mission.”He’d put the best spin possible on his scheme for Brea, but he couldn’t bullshit Cutter. “Probably. I maybe have a one-in-ten chance of walking out of this alive.”“Then why do it?”“Because there’s no damn life I want to live anymore without her and our baby in the center of it. Either I make us whole and safe or I’m out of the picture and she goes on.”“I’ll go with you.”Cutter was offering to risk his life? Yeah, probably for Brea’s sake. But it still shocked One-Mile. “Thanks, but I
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a