Page 22 of Brewer Family Collection, Part 1

Blakely

I stare at him. “What did you say?”

He smirks, picking up his glass of wine and turning toward the kitchen.

My lips tingle from his kisses. The bottom lip burns from the bite he delivered when I scraped my nails against his scalp. A ball of fire sits in my core, spreading warmth through me that’s growing hotter with every minute.

“You do know what honeymoons are for, right?” I ask, leaning against the table.

“Yup.” He refills his glass, watching me out of the corner of his eye. “ Fucking .”

The word rolling off the lips that I can still taste on my own is enough to make me want to scream.

“Yes. So why don’t you fuck me, Renn?”

He places a stopper in the bottle. “Aren’t you all hot and bothered.”

“ Don’t play with me .”

He places a stopper in the bottle. “Funny. I thought that’s exactly what you wanted me to do.”

The fire from my core radiates to the top of my head.

He sips the wine lazily, like he’s in no rush. Like I’m not standing here, practically begging him to have his way with me.

“You are gorgeous, Mrs. Brewer,” he says, twirling the glass between his fingers. “If only you knew how hard I am right now.”

I shift in a futile attempt at relieving some of the pressure between my legs. “Then show me.”

“I warned you—I only get turned down once.”

This fucking man. “I didn’t turn you down . I simply reminded you of the reasons we shouldn’t fuck. But the circumstances have changed.”

“Some of them.”

“Like you’re my husband now.”

His eyes blaze. “That would be one.”

We have a standoff, and neither of us is willing to break. It’s ridiculous because we both know how this will end—with me screaming his name. But if he wants to make a game of it, I'll play to see who will give in first.

I down the rest of my wine. Where’s the tequila when you need it? And then set the glass back on the table with a thud.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. He waits for my next move.

I unwind my hair from the top of my head and let it fall to my shoulders. “It’s getting hot in here. Don’t you think?”

I flick the hair tie in his direction. He snags it out of the air without breaking eye contact with me.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve said thank you for bringing me here,” I say, slowly lifting the hem of my tank top.

Renn’s eyes flicker to my stomach and then to my chest as I expose more skin.

“I’ve never been to Australia before.” I draw the fabric over my head and discard it onto the floor. “It’s beautiful here.”

He nods appreciatively. “I’ve never seen it more beautiful than it is right now.”

“That’s the funny thing about nature.” I slide my hands into the front of my shorts, working the button in the same way he sipped his wine—slow enough to drive him wild.

“Things can change minute to minute. They can get more beautiful.” I pull the zipper down, looking at him through my lashes.

“ Hotter .” I tuck my hands into the band and slide them over my hips. “More savage.”

My shorts hit the floor.

His Adam’s apple bobs as I stand in front of him in my bra and panties. “That environment makes things harder .”

I grin. “I bet it does.” I turn around, giving him an unbridled shot of my ass. “And you know what happens when things get to the tipping point.” I look at him over my shoulder. “Everything gets wetter.”

He chuckles, his eyes flashing with a look that has the potential to cause an orgasm. “This is absolutely worth the pain.”

“The pain?” I bat my lashes while unclasping my bra. “Oh, baby. I could help you with that.”

“I know you can. And you will.”

“Will I?” I twirl my bra around my finger before tossing it to the side. “Or will I not?”

My hands tremble as I slide my panties down my legs. I bend over, showing him what he’s missing.

“You’re only making this worse for yourself,” he says, smirking. “But you do you.”

I suck in a breath, wishing again that I had a shot of tequila, and face him.

His eyes sear a trail from my mouth, over my clavicle, and down to my beaded nipples. He bites his lip, his hands going to his pants, as he rakes his gaze over my stomach and hips.

Goose bumps ripple in their wake, leaving my skin singing.

“You are, by far, the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” he says, taking his cock out in his hand. “I could just stand here and stare at you.”

I grin. “Why do that when you could be inside me?”

He strokes himself in a long, slow motion. The size of his cock is outstanding, but I would expect nothing less. He’s rock hard—the head swollen. A bead of precum sits on the tip.

I clench my thighs together. They’re damp and sticky, and the friction of the pressure is just enough on my clit to bring me to the precipice of his demands. To beg .

“I wonder what you taste like?” he asks, his eyes hooding. “Will you moan when you’re sitting on my face?”

“Fuck you, Renn.”

“Say the word. Please . Just say the fucking word.”

Nope . I gather what self-restraint I have left and push the food to the far end of the table. Then I climb on it, sitting my bare ass against the cool stone, and spread my legs.

“I’m going to part that little pussy with my fingers and lick every inch of you until you plead with me to stop,” he says, walking toward me.

My breathing picks up, coming in and out in rapid succession. Anticipation is killing me, right along with the pulsing of my clit.

I need relief. I need it now . But I’m too powerful right now to give in. And he definitely deserves to be teased.

I lean back, holding myself up with one hand. My nipples point at the ceiling. They’re so tight they hurt.

“There’s not a scenario in which I see myself asking you not to put your face in my pussy,” I say, inserting a finger inside me.

I gasp, holding my breath as he reaches me. He pumps himself, his eyes on me, squeezing the liquid at the tip. In one quick swipe, he cleans the head with his thumb.

My heart pounds as I watch him lift his hand to my mouth.

“I get a taste before you?” I grin, sitting up and wrapping my hand around his wrist. “So generous, Mr. Brewer.”

He starts to speak but stops as I suck his thumb into my mouth. His cum is salty and warm and only makes me want more.

I swirl my tongue around it, looking him in the eye, before I release it. He drags the pad across my teeth and over my bottom lip. It sends a chill down my spine.

“You are dirtier than I expected,” he says.

“Are you disappointed?”

He laughs. “Hardly.” He pulls a chair over and sits at eye level with my pussy. “You are just full of surprises. That’s all.”

“And, sadly, not full of your cum.”

His brows shoot to the ceiling as I lean back again and shove two fingers inside me.

“You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he says, stroking himself. “I’m watching you slide in and out of that tight hole, knowing you’re imagining it’s my cock instead.”

“Do you want to guess how many times I’ve gotten myself off while imagining it was you?”

He groans. “Hopefully, as many times as I’ve jacked myself off in the shower and pretended it was you wrapped around my cock.”

My fingers slide in and out, brushing against my clit just how I like it.

“There’s not one thing I don’t love about you, Blakely.

” His voice is gruff. “The way you torment me. The sound of your laugh.” He strokes himself faster, mimicking the speed I’m using on myself.

“The roundness of your hips and the heaviness of your tits. I love the way they hang like they’re waiting to be sucked. ”

My head falls back as my back arches. Even though it’s not him touching me, his words are a match to my libido.

“Are you going to come?” he asks. “Are you going to get yourself off in front of me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I’m dying to watch you fall apart, beautiful.”

“You’re lucky.” I moan. “I’m about two seconds from it.”

The chair squeaks across the floor as he snatches my wrist. I jerk upright as he pulls my hand from between my legs. His eyes sparkle.

“ Renn ,” I say, panting. My legs are stuck to the table. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I changed my mind.”

“I’m going to come with or without you.”

He shrugs, a smirk pressed against his lips, and walks out onto the patio.

He lost his clothes at some point, and I’m sad I missed that. But as I follow him outside into the evening air, I take in his round ass, thick legs, and a back muscled to perfection.

The sun sets low on the horizon. Sounds of laughter on the beach float up on the warm breeze.

Renn sits on the loveseat and rests his arms along the edge. Naked Renn sitting outside, naked, with his cock straight up in the air, is a sight to behold. If I wasn’t borderline pissed at him.

“Stop playing with me,” I say, my body on fire.

“You started this. You took your clothes off and started finger fucking yourself.”

“Because you wouldn’t.”

He leans forward. “Because you didn’t ask.”

I’m pretty sure I did. I think . Hell if I know because my head is a pit of chaos that can only think about getting fucked.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Ask me for it,” he says.

I’m weak, and he knows it. “I want you to fuck me.”

“How bad?”

“So bad that I can’t think straight, and I know I’m going to be pissed that I gave in and asked for it.”

His laughter is low and throaty. “Well, then, do I have your consent?”

“Yes, motherfucker. You have my consent.”

This entertains him too much, but I can’t do anything about it. I want him. I need that cock.

He stands. “How do you want it?”

“I don’t care.”

“Not good enough.”

I growl. “I hate you.”

“Good. Hate fucking is usually better, anyway.”

I grit my teeth. “Fine. I want you to take me inside, put me on the table, and throw my legs over your shoulders. I want to be hobbling tomorrow. Got it?”

He grips my chin and yanks me to him. I gasp, but he captures the sound with his lips. His tongue dips into my mouth, forcing its way in without apology. The kiss is loud and wet. Intentional .

I stumble forward when he lets go.

“Get on your knees for me,” he says.

Fuck it . I drop to the decking and look up at him.