Page 27 of Brewer Family Collection, Part 1

He turns the handle, and water sprays from overhead. “That sounds like a solid plan. Talk to him face-to-face. He’s more likely to be cooperative if you’re in front of him.”

“What about you?” I say, stepping in front of him. I rest my palm against my name. “Are you more cooperative when I’m in front of you?”

His eyes blaze.

I drop to my knees, resting back on my heels. The shower mists me as I look up at Renn.

This is one of my favorite things about him—something I’ve never felt with another man. No matter how much we banter, tease, or do, he never makes me feel lesser than. Or inferior. Or embarrassed or shamed or silly for wanting or saying anything at all.

With Renn, I feel beautiful and strong—worthy in every way.

It’s the best feeling in the entire world.

My gaze drops to his cock bulging through his shorts.

Well, it’s almost the best feeling in the entire world .

“Husband?” I ask demurely.

“Wife?”

His voice is rough. The sound prickles my skin, settling off an ache in my core.

I bat my lashes. “May I please suck your cock?”

“ Dammit, Blakely ,” he groans as I work his shorts down his legs. “I— shit .”

I roll my tongue around the head, then lick down the shaft.

“Watching you with my dick in your mouth is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he says.

I grin, pulling the tip in before letting it pop free.

“What are you feeling this afternoon?” I hold his gaze while I spit on the tip, running my hand over it and down his length. “Do you want to come in my mouth? On my chest? Deep inside me?”

“Are you trying to break me?”

“Maybe.” I lean back and make quick work of losing my bikini top. “Or maybe I just really, really like to watch you come.”

He palms my breasts and guides me back to his dick.

“I want to come in your tight little pussy,” he says, sucking in a breath as I take him in my mouth. “I dream of that—feeling your body explode on my cock.”

I moan against him, the sound vibrating against his hardness.

He plays with my nipples, groaning as the tip hits the back of my throat.

The sun burns my back—the skin still sensitive from the table yesterday. Sweat dots my skin as I take him in and out. I’m unable to look away from his face. Watching him enjoy my attempt at pleasuring him is nearly as good as orgasming myself.

He faces the sky, his throat bobbing as he swallows.

A bead of precum sits atop his cock. I lay my tongue against it, drawing it away and sucking the tip like I’m taking the top off an ice cream cone.

“I’m so wet,” I say before taking him deep again. “My bottoms are soaked.”

He scoops me up beneath my arms and drags me to my feet. His mouth takes control of mine, working my lips like he owns them. His kisses are frantic. Desperate. It’s all tongue and teeth, groans and moans. Gasps for air as he kisses along my jaw.

We stumble beneath the water until my back hits the wall of the house. Oof .

Without missing a beat, he shoves my bottoms over my hips. I kick them away, flinging them into the makeshift shower room's foliage.

He digs his fingers into my hips as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. The siding scratches into my back. The water sprays into my face. My breath is stolen as Renn pushes inside me with little notice.

“Fuck!” I shout, arching my back— needing more contact.

“I love being inside you,” he rasps. “Give it to me. Don’t hold back.”

He holds me up by my ass, pinning me against the wall. I use my shoulders as leverage against the wall in an attempt to meet him stroke for stroke.

My vision blurs. I dig my nails into his chest. My body is a blend of sensations from my head all the way to my feet locked at Renn’s back.

“Fuck me harder,” I say, my tits bouncing against my chest. “Like that. Just like that. My God. Ah !”

The sound of him driving into me is audible through the shower spray.

“Is that what you like?” he asks through gritted teeth. “Will that make you fall apart?”

My legs quiver. I press harder against his chest and brace for the orgasm that’s right there .

“I feel you shaking,” he says. “I can feel your muscles starting to lose control.”

“I’m right there, Renn. So close .”

“Come for me. Come hard on my cock.”

“ Fuck .”

I scrape my nails against his pecs as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt floods me. There’s no stopping it. There’s no controlling it. It’s wave after wave of pleasure so big and strong that I can’t see or hear— I can only feel .

Renn steps forward and shoves me harder against the house. He shoves deep inside me, his cock pulsing against my flesh. His teeth gritted, his jaw flexing—with sweat dripping down his face, he spills into my pussy.

I grind against him, milking out every last ounce of it.

“There you go,” I say against his ear. I move my hips in a slow circle. “You feel so good inside me. Your cum is dripping down my legs already.”

He growls against my chest. He kisses my sternum before slowly pulling out and helping me to the ground.

My legs wobble. Face flushed. My body tingles with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

He shakes his head and smiles. “I will never be the same man again. You’ve wrecked me for anyone else.”

I try not to beam, but I think I fail.

“Come on, cutie. Let’s get rinsed off.”

“Renn …”

He stops and looks down at me.

When he said he loved everything about me yesterday, I knew he wasn’t talking about love love. But still … those words from his mouth are enough to fuck me up.

I know this isn’t permanent. Renn isn’t my forever husband. But moments like these—when I’m cherished and feel adored—it’s hard not to think he meant more with his proclamation.

My heart skips a beat as I realize what I was going to say—three words that are absolutely asinine. I love him as a friend. That’s all this is. Well, that and the sex is hot. So there’s pheromones, too.

I paste on a fake smile and step under the water. “Nothing. Let’s talk about dinner.”

He pulls me against him, and we stand quietly, letting the shower bring us back to our senses.