“Where do you want me?” he asked when he had managed to free his now granite-hard cock.
“Right where you are,” she told him. “Lean back and put your hands on the armrest.” Zoey peered up at him, her expression serious. “And don’t move them, no matter what happens.”
Nodding his understanding, Kaleb gripped the leather covered armrests hard enough for his fingernails to scar them.
Zoey’s hands slid up the inside of his thighs, his cock bobbing between his legs, ready and anxious for the touch of her skin, or the heat of her mouth. It didn’t matter to his dick which part of her touched him, he knew within minutes he was going to go off like a fucking rocket.
And he couldn’t wait.
“Mmmm,” Zoey moaned as her soft, cool fingers slid around his shaft, gently caressing him as he watched. “Like velvet covered steel,” she said, her features focused intently on what she was doing to him.
“I wonder how you taste,” she said sweetly after she’d managed to work him into a frenzy with just her hands.
“God, I hope you’re gonna tell me,” he groaned.
She was leaning in close, her little pink tongue darting out to lick her lower lip, but she wasn’t close enough for his cock to slide into the warm recesses of her mouth.
His hands tightened on the chair, the metal creaking beneath his weight as he tried to control himself. This was the most exquisite form of torture. Watching while his wife teased him with barely a touch, her warm breath tickling the sensitive, swollen head.
“Zoey,” he pleaded, not sure how much more he would be able to take.
“Hands on the armrest,” she insisted.
Kaleb gripped the chair again, not even aware that he’d moved his hands. As his fingers connected with the leather, Zoey’s mouth made contact with his cock, and he nearly bolted right out of the chair. Holding still, his muscles constricting and effectively making him immobile, the sensations ripped through him, adrenaline flooding his bloodstream, lust rushing through his veins, all of it together making him light headed as he watched his sexy wife suck his cock right into her mouth.
“Fuck, Zoey,” he moaned.
His muscles were locked into place, his breaths soughing in and out of his lungs like he’d just finished a marathon, and sweat had beaded on his forehead. She was going to be the death of him, and Kaleb couldn’t think of a better way to go.
Ok, well, that might be a better way…
“Awww, hell,” he moaned when Zoey gripped his shaft with one hand, her other hand kneading his balls while she continued to bob up and down on his cock, working her hands in tandem.
“Baby.” Shit, he wasn’t… he couldn’t… “Zoey, baby, I’m gonna come!” His release exploded from him, filling her mouth as she continued to suck him, their eyes meeting as she finished him off.
It took him a minute to come back to Earth, and when he did, he found Zoey standing in front of him, a satisfied smirk on her face. Quickly redressing himself, Kaleb flopped back down in his chair, his legs unable to support him. He pulled her down with him and wrapped his arms around her. “Whatever am I going to do with you?” he whispered into her hair.
“Mmmm, you’re gonna get me a really great Christmas present, Mr. Walker.”
Kaleb stilled.
Oh, damn. Damn, damn, damn.
“Is there something particular that you want?” he asked, hoping she would give him some sort of hint. This was an ongoing thing with her, and to date, she hadn’t given him a single clue as to what she might want.
“Surprise me,” she whispered. “As long as it comes from your heart, I’ll be the happiest woman in the world.”
Crap.
How did you buy a girl a present with your heart?
Chapter Nine
Travis
December 16th
“And how exactly do you intend to get all of that done in one week?”
Technically, Travis still had ten days, but that was a moot point because he had no idea how he was going to do it. But, in his defense, Gage said it was possible.
Travis stared across his kitchen table at Sawyer, wondering whether this meeting could’ve been put off just a little longer. Especially since forty-five minutes and two cups of coffee had disappeared while they waited for their other brothers to arrive.
Of course they were going to be late. It always seemed to work that way. When Travis had things to do, places to be, his younger brothers always managed to make sure he spent unnecessary time with his thumb up his ass.
“Did you at least set everything else up for delivery online?” Sawyer questioned, leaning back in his chair as though he didn’t have a care in the world.