Page 10 of An Angel’s Share (The Greystone Family: Greystone Brothers #1)

Jonno

She’s a shit liar. If she’s that easy to read, it won’t be hard to determine if she’s the thief and nail her to the wall. But now I’m worried for another reason. If it is her, I’m not sure Marshall will handle it well. He may even walk away and not do anything about it.

I’m not thinking too closely about it however, as my hand seems to have a mind of its own, and is moving down her body.

Her ripe nipples are as hard as pebbles sticking out through the stretched-to-the-limit fabric of her little top.

She’s fucking gorgeous. And in the dim light, she seems to glow, her body calling to me.

My nostrils flare when I pick up her scent as I move my mouth near to her nipple. I breathe her in. Honeysuckle and blossom, the gardens and house, it pours from her skin.

I hover my lips over her enlarged tits, looking up at her. “Yes?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes.”

Her whispered breath pushes her scent further up my nostrils. Fuck me it’s amazing. I lick and nip at her, pulling her top down to allow me unencumbered access.

“Hold your tits in your hands, offer them to me.” I step back, commanding her, taking in the desire on her face. The red hair falling wildly around her head.

She moves her hands slowly, her fingertips brushing the skin, and it’s as if they’re under a spell. Moving of their own accord. Cupping her breasts, panting as she does. Desperate for me to resume my sucking and nipping.

I work her nipples, remembering how much she liked it from last time. Recalling her admission that no one had spent any time on her tits. Always straight into her knickers. Well don’t get me wrong, I’m getting there, but I do like to take my time.

“Do you want me to make you come from this alone? Do you think I can?”

Her answer comes on a groan from the back of her throat.

I lift my head to look at her. Her head is back, the column of her throat exposed. God I want to bite that. Lick and hold it. “Words Rua, you need to use them.” My voice is a commanding growl now.

“Yes, please, I…” She pushes her tits at me, begging me to get my mouth back on them.

I grin and suck one back into my mouth, biting down on it as she moans loudly into the darkened kitchen.

My hands trail down her body, and when I touch her stomach, my heart starts to pump faster. That’s my baby in there. And while she doesn’t know, even had it added to her notes that she did not want to know, I know it’s a boy.

My son.

I caress her skin cocooning my baby and continue my travels. Licking, nipping, sucking her tits. “Maybe you need a bit more tonight?” I tease her, my hands drifting down between her thighs, but not touching her sex. “Maybe I need to eat your pussy, so you remember just how good it was.”

She’s panting like she’s run a race as her legs open slightly. Her body is telling me exactly what she wants, her mouth just needs to catch up.

Standing up and stepping away, I take in the sight in front of me. It is fucking glorious. Crazy red hair, face flushed, eyes bright and glassy. Breathing hard and fast. Tits on full view, as she runs her own thumbs over the uber-extended nipples.

I put up a leisurely hand and pluck at a nipple, twisting it between my thumb and index finger. I move to the other side, and repeat backward and forth between them.

“I need an answer, Rua. Do you want to come on my tongue? Let me taste your sweet cunt? Fill my mouth with your juices?”

Her eyes widen, but so do her legs. Yeah, she wants it.

“Shall I fill your pussy with my fingers whilst I feast on your clit. Push my face into you, tongue fuck you.”

Whilst the dirty words are pouring from my mouth, my fingertips are playing her body, pushing her into a frenzy. I see her clenching her thighs together, trying to get some friction on her clit. Release the tension.

“Yes, Jonno, please…”

My breathing nearly stops when she says my name. Never before has anyone saying my name pushed me into a frenzy. I need to fucking taste her.

Dropping instantly to my knees, I pull down her inadequate shorts.

She’s so turned on, they’re soaked already.

“So wet for me.” I look up at her through my lashes, lifting a leg carefully to not put her off balance, and draping it over my shoulder.

“Lean back baby, let me and the cupboards take your weight.” Her thighs are slick, and I lick up the nectar she’s been oozing. “You smell divine.”

I fucking love this. With her, I love it. Eating her out, it’s my favourite thing. Women lose their minds, as not everyone likes to do it. Done as well as I do it, total heaven for them and me.

She gasps out as I lick her pussy, sliding my tongue from the bottom up her slit into her folds, licking around her clit.

She moans from the depths of her soul as I suck her clit into my mouth.

I push her back onto the cupboards so I can open her up further.

Her hands fall to my head, her fingers running through my hair, and I suck harder as she grasps me.

I widen her stance and open her up with my fingers, keeping pressure on her clit as I push two fingers inside her, hooking them to hit the front wall of her swollen vagina.

She bucks against my hands and face and I push my face harder into her.

My lips sealing around her clit, I thrust my fingers in and out, finger fucking her as well as sucking and licking at her clit, keeping that rhythm until she screams.

The noise echoes around the darkened kitchen. I feel a rush of liquid and I move my mouth to lap it all up, moving my hand slower to bring her down as she sags against me.

I lap gently, around her pussy, her legs, holding her up as I hear her cry.

I look up, and she has tears leaking out of her eyes. “Are you upset? Or are they tears of joy at that fucking amazing orgasm.”

Caressing her body, she sways into me as I keep touching her. She’s so tall as I stand and hold her, her face sits just slightly lower than mine.

“You taste so fucking good.” I start to lap at her mouth. “ Taste yourself, baby. So fucking good.” I lick at her lips, the side of her mouth. “You look so beautiful when you come.”

She gives a bigger sob, and I can’t decide if I’ve gone too far, or if she’s just overwhelmed.

I’d like to get her a drink, but I don’t want to let her go.

So I stand and hold her as she sobs on my shoulder.

It’s as if the endorphins from her orgasm have loosened her tongue. Opened all the floodgates.

“The baby’s yours. I never took the morning after pill. I decided to let chance take its course. I know I should’ve come and found you, but I didn’t. I don’t think I would have, either. I planned to raise the baby myself. I don’t need a husband, or a man at all. I can do it on my own.”

And there we have it. The fucking truth.

“Why Liam?” I keep my voice gentle, still touching and holding her. It’s not so much an interrogation as a stark honest need to know.

“Mammy. She was so upset about me being on my own, she took to her bed for a week. Daddy’s so ill. I agreed to it to shut her up and let Daddy believe I’m settling down. He knows it’s not right, but Mammy is… well, Mammy,” she hiccups out.

“Did you intend to marry him?” Gentler still, coaxing her to full disclosure.

“No. I was going to dump him once all this business is sorted and we’re back on track.

I would never have married him. He’s being paid enough to pretend, I’m sure if we offered more money to call it off, he would.

It would soften the blow. I’m even prepared for him to call it off.

Let him walk away in his view the victor.

Whatever that looks like.” She rolls her eyes at that.

She knows how much of a macho dickhead he is .

“I want you to call it off. I want you to do it in the next week. And we’re going to tell your daddy the truth.”

She sucks in a breath and her whole body stiffens. “No fucking way.” Her voice is a choked-out cry.

My cock twitches. I’m a sick man. I love a good fight, and fighting with her—amazing fucking foreplay.

“Way, baby, way.” I hold her throat and stare into her eyes, pressing my lower half into her stomach.

She gasps when she feels my hard-on. It’s fucking massive.

“This is for you. All you. I want you and I want our baby. So you are going to tell Liam to fuck off. And we will be telling Daddy and Mammy who the father is. I don’t mind if you want to concoct another story around the conception.

Whatever helps you. But that is what you’re going to do. ”

“And if I say no?”

Her stance has changed. She’s trying to regain some ground, her natural dominance starting to rear its ugly head. Well she had better learn, and learn fast. Only one person is in charge, and that’s me.

“I’ll tell them. Fair enough not at the board meeting, but I will tell them.

You have a week to sort it.” She had time to make up her story.

Five damn months to put it all in place.

And she’s spent more than enough time on Liam.

But what I really want to know is, was any of it quality. “Do you fuck him?”

She shakes her head. “I haven’t been with anyone since California.”

I grin at that. Fucking perfect.

“Well, good. Don’t start now.” I run my hands from her neck down her tits, over her stomach, and between her legs.

She gasps as I continue to push myself onto her.

“I don’t share. This belongs to me. You are mine, this baby is mine.

This pussy is mine. Every fucking orgasm I want to give you is mine.

No one else.” Her eyes are wide as I stake my claim.

My face is a mask of intensity. “Do you understand?” She nods her head.

She’s clearly never had anyone speak to her in this manner in her life. She’s in shock. “Good.”

“What about you?” she sputters out. “If I’m not to see anyone, then neither should you.”

I grin at her. “I won’t have time for anyone but you Rua. Every day from now on, I am going to make you come. I’m going to service that body in whatever it needs. Believe me, baby, I’m all in.”

Her mouth drops open at my declaration. Yeah baby, bring it on.

“Every. Fucking, Day,” I say, and walk away, leaving her staring after me.