Page 57 of South of The Skyway

“I don’t know.”

“What do you want it to mean?”

“Good company. You said we can just be…”

“Friends with benefits?”

Brex nodded as she writhed under my palm. “Is that…enough?”

“For now,” I acquiesced. It wasn’t. It wasn’t nearly enough. However, if it were that or not having her at all, I’d take it. I could win her over; for some reason I didn’t doubt that.

I lowered myself to my knees, sliding a hand behind her back to drop her zipper before peeling the leather lookalike from her skin. A tiny light blue scrap of fabric rested against her sex.

“So perfect,” I said, slipping my fingers under the elastic and sliding them down her legs. Brexley was a damn vision, my hands aching as her head fell back against the couch, eyelids fluttering closed and soft lips parting. My fingers buzzed with the memory of pressing a thumb against them, the subtle give against my touch. A sliver of light showered over her skin–I’d laid her down in the direct line of golden, glorious Florida sun slicing past a gap in her curtains. I could never get enough of this. Of her. The woman was a siren, and I would willingly follow her to a watery grave if it meant getting a single taste. Lucky for me, it hadn’t come to that.

“Let me see you, Brexley.” She spread her legs wider as my hands scooped beneath her perfect ass, pulling her to the edge of the couch. Fuck, I hadn’t truly gotten to appreciate her before. She was perfect. I wasn’t sure what I wanted first, her pretty lips or her glistening pussy.

Landing on the latter, I lowered to part her, dragging the flat of my tongue right up her slick center. She bucked, sucking down a breath as I licked again, this time focusing on her clit. Fucking Nirvana. “Your cunt is delicious, baby.” My mouth against her seemed to unlock her, the soft whimper shooting straight to my balls.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck,oh fuck.” Her fingers threaded through my hair, the other hand wrapping in the knit blanket on the couch. “More,more, please.”

My dark chuckle seemed to make her squirm harder, her mouth popping open as I happily complied.

I nipped and sucked, licked and kissed, but the moment I curled two fingers into her wet heat, she bowed off the couch, coming on my tongue. I drank her down as her body went tight, eyes rolling back, head lolling until I lost my view of that beautiful face. To have this little powerhouse come undone beneath my hands was a high no sane man would willingly come down from.

We might have been new in each other’s lives, but Brexley was a brand of woman most men thought were myths. Her independence might have intimidated a lesser man, but I saw her resilience, her determination, her stubborn streak for the strengths they were.

Opening businesses wasn’t for the faint of heart, and the fact that she and Noel had made it past the five-year mark with expansion on the horizon spoke volumes to the fierce female now submitting to the pleasure of my hands. All women were beautiful. But a badass boss had a different level of appeal. Equal parts brains and beauty, I smiled as she moaned her release, allowing me the privilege of gifting her that.

When Brexley’s body went lax, I slowed my movements, sliding my fingers out only to leisurely drag my tongue up her center.

“That’s my girl.” Her haphazard nod made me chuckle, like she hadn’t quite come back into her body yet. I needed more. Was desperate for it, balls aching, cock so thick I’d likely have a zipper imprint down the front. “Can I fuck you, beautiful girl?”

Her laugh was breathless. “Didn’t you just?” She gasped for air, drawing a satisfied smile across my face.

“What did I say about using your words, Brexley?”

“Yes! Please, Rhyett, I need you.”

“Good girl.” I pulled out my wallet, opening the fresh condom from the inside pocket, and then thanked my lucky fucking stars that I’d thought to replace it after the Three Leaf.

“May I?” She breathed, reaching for it, chest still heaving as she came back into herself, her hooded eyes locked on my hand as I worked off my belt. Upon my nod of approval, she righted herself, licking her lips with a promise I didn’t dare let myself make.

When Brexley freed my cock, immediately taking me into that pretty pink mouth, my restraint shattered. Warm and wet, she slicked over me like she already knew exactly what I needed. Adding her hand to the mix, she worked me until my crown hit the back of her throat. I made to stop her as tears lined her eyes, but she moaned and worked harder.Fuck.

“Jesus, Brexley,” I breathed, restraint threatening to shake my legs as arousal gripped my spine. “You feel incredible.” When she gagged, my balls tightened, and I would absolutely not allow that familiar ache to sever this heaven she’d pulled me into. “Brex.” It was a warning. She didn’t heed it, drawing me deeper into her warmth. I needed to touch her. To discover every ridge and valley. She was getting me too fast. “Brex,” I cautioned, fighting to keep my release in my balls. She took me clear to the back again, humming contentedly when her eyes started to water, a stray tear rolling down her cheek, and I groaned.

There wasn’t anything in the world sexier than a woman who knew exactly what the fuck she wanted, except for the one who knew… and reached out to take it. I reached for her, drawing her upright and ignoring the desire demanding we finish what we started, even as the rubber rolled over the crown. I needed to see her.

In one smooth motion, I yanked her shirt up and over her head, groaning when her free breasts bounced. No bra.Fuck me. Brexley returned the favor, tossing mine to the ground beside the pile of discarded garments. She scraped her nails down my abs, smiling when I hissed.

“Wicked little thing,” I smirked, coming down on her mouth as she lowered herself onto the couch, hands guiding me on top of her.

“Like you didn’t see that coming.”

When Brexley kissed me back, it was like igniting something deep in my soul. I was no stranger to lust, to primal hunger. Hell, women came to me to have a good time. Only, this was different. Deeper. I needed her. Not just for a release. I neededher.

“Brexley,” I whispered, lining myself up. It wasn’t the time for bold declarations, so I simply said, “You’re perfect,” and thrust home.

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