Lena's Happily Ever After [The Town of Pearl 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

“Very okay, Lena. Stay with me. Don’t go home?” he asked, and she looked at him strangely and in disbelief.

“Where’s the real Bryant, and what have you done with him?” she asked very seriously.

He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles.

“He was lost, Lena, but you found him and brought him back home.”

Lena gulped.

“Come here,” he whispered as he stared deeply into her eyes. She lowered her face toward his until she felt his hand creep gently up her side and to the base of her neck. He guided her head closer toward him and kissed her on the mouth.

His kiss was warm and tender. He tasted like sweet tea and chicken, which was what she had made him for dinner this evening. His tongue explored her mouth, and they each kissed with passion and in an exploratory fashion. She felt his arm wrap around her waist, and a moment later hoisted her body easily on top of his own. She pulled from his mouth.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Bryant.”

“A light little thing like you? No worries, darling. I’ve been waiting over a month to kiss these lips and feel this body in my arms. I’ve got a lot of wasted time to make up,” he told her then kissed her again. This time he had total control over her lips and her body as he explored with his hands and then with his mouth.

* * * *

Despite the pounding headache he had felt minutes ago, he was now aroused and in awe of the beautiful, young woman clinging to his body. His long thigh lay between her thighs, and he could have sworn he felt her hot, wet pussy against it. The thought made him hard as a steel rod, and he couldn’t fight the urge to explore.

With soft, gentle caresses to her backside, he maneuvered his hands under the waistband of her shorts. He was pleasantly surprised to find her wearing thong panties. He panted for a breath, releasing her mouth as his arousal threw him for a loop.

Lena grabbed on to his shoulders and held his gaze as he kept his palm plastered to her ass cheek.

“What’s going on, Bryant? You have me so confused right now.”

He reached up to caress her chin and avoid hitting her bruised cheekbone.

“I’m trying to thank you for saving my life, Detroit.”

She exhaled then attempted to sit up.

He held her tighter to him.

“You’re not leaving me, darling. Not tonight, not ever,” he swore to her in such a demanding and serious tone he thought he might have scared her into running from the room. Instead, her big aqua-blue eyes held his gaze.

“This isn’t like you, Bryant. You’ve been nothing but a nasty, mean son of a bitch, and you said some cruel, hurtful things to me today.”

“I was an asshole then, but I want to change, Lena. I want to change for you.”

She was silent a moment, and then she caressed her fingertips across one of his nipples.

“I don’t want you to change for me, Bryant. I want you to change for you and for the better. You scare me,” she admitted, and he grabbed ahold of her then rolled her to her back in one quick motion, wedging his thigh between her legs and holding her upper body and most of his weight on his forearms.

He looked into her eyes.

“Why do I scare you?”

“Because you can change in a matter of seconds. One minute you can be compassionate like with the snake in the kitchen and sneaking into my house when I was hit at the bar, and the next you’re calling me a whore, accusing me of having sex with your brothers, and saying that my food is shit.”

He felt even worse than before. “It’s my fault. You pinned me from the start, Lena. I’m hung up on my own problems, my damn crippled leg, and the fear I’m hiding inside.”

“You’re not a cripple, so stop calling yourself that. A real man is afraid sometimes, Bryant. Men that can’t admit that aren’t real men at all.”

He lowered his head and kissed her neck and under her chin and then across her lips. He couldn’t look her in the eyes when he told her how he felt.

“Can I tell you something, baby?”

She made a noise with her lips.

“After I said those nasty things to you today, I took your words to heart. Plus I looked around my house and thought that you would never come back in there again. It scared me and made me angry. Then I looked into the mirror, and I saw what I looked like. So I went upstairs to shave and shower. I was still drunk, Lena. It’s amazing that I didn’t slit my own throat. When I slipped and fell and then blacked out, I was scared, Lena. More scared than anything I felt in the fucking war, Lena. I was scared of never kissing you, seeing you, holding you, or making love to you. It was crazy that you showed up despite my fucked-up behavior after hurting you and you found me. As I saw you and knew that I wasn’t hallucinating, I thought it would be the last time I ever saw you and it killed me inside.”

“Are you asking me for a chance to prove what you’re telling me isn’t a lie?” she asked him.

“Damn, Lena, please don’t put me through this. I’m not the sappy, talking, groveling type, darling.”

Lena laughed, and he smiled down at her.

He lifted up slightly as she touched her fingertips to his forehead next to the bandage.

“You scared me, Bryant.”

“I’m fine now, baby. I swear, I feel good, especially with my little porn star lying underneath me,” he teased, and she swatted his shoulder.

“Quit saying that.”

“I can’t help it, Lena, your fucking body is perfect, and I can’t wait to explore it.” He lifted up and began to lick along her neck to the short V in the center of her shirt.

“Bryant,” she whispered as he continued lower down her body before lifting up her shirt to cup her breasts between his hands.

“Yeah, darling?”

“We need to talk about something,” she told him. He pushed the material of her bra up and over her breasts, releasing them.

He couldn’t wait to suckle her breasts and lick across her taut nipples.

“Bryant,” she demanded sternly, and he looked up but kept teasing her nipple with his tongue.

She held her hands against both sides of his head.

“I didn’t have sex with Quinn, Blake, or Kenny.”

“I know, Lena. Blake told me yesterday.”

“Bryant.”

He looked up again, wondering where she was going with this.

“I’m hungry, Lena, and you’re on the menu for dessert tonight.”

“But, Bryant, you need to know something.”

“What do I need to know? You told me you didn’t have sex with them, and Blake told me what they did with you.”

“He did?” she asked, gripping his head tighter.

“Lena? What is it?”

“You should know that I want to have sex with them. I want Blake, Kenny, and Quinn, and I want you, too. If you’re not willing to make amends with your brothers, then we have ourselves a seriously complex situation.”

Bryant smiled then crawled back up closer to her mouth.

“Lena, honey, it’s going to take some time, but I want you and they want you, and we had always talked about continuing our family tradition. We’ll work it out so you’ll know that we each want you as our woman. I don’t know if I’ll be able to share you in the same bed with them for a bit. My brothers and I have some hard feelings to work out and I have some things to attend to around the ranch and with my parents as well. Now can I please have my dessert, darling?”

Lena nodded her head and smiled as Bryant abruptly sat up, pushed her shirt up to her neck and licked his lips.

“Did I ever tell you that I’m a breast man?”

* * * *

Lena closed her eyes and absorbed everything that Bryant shared with her and the way his mouth felt against her skin. She was on fire and she wanted to enjoy caressing his bare chest and shoulders.

She ran her fingernails along the ridges of his shoulders and thick neck muscles. She traced along the intricate tattoo and wondered what exactly it was of. It extended over the muscles of his thick arms and had the words “Armor Of God” in bold at the bottom of it. Behind the design was the American flag appearing as if it waved toward his back and shoulder.

Bryant pulled her nipple a little harder than she expected.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself. You got awfully quiet. I was wondering if I was boring you.” He held her gaze then crawled lower down her body.

His large hands held her hip bones and squeezed.

“I want to see all of you.”

“Kiss me again,” she told him, and he smiled then lifted up and kissed her on the lips. He lay beside her as he continued to kiss her deeply while his fingers pressed over her belly, down under the waist of her shorts, and straight to her pussy.

She moaned in his mouth as she tilted her hips up against his fingers. His kiss grew deeper and wilder as he pressed a finger up into her cunt. He released her lips. His warm, raspy, breath revealed that the kiss had affected him as much as it had her.

“Open for me, Lena,” he demanded, and she immediately responded, slightly parting her thighs as he added a second digit to her cunt.

In and out he fingered her, drawing out more juices and moans of pleasure.

“Oh, Bryant.” He leaned up on his other elbow and watched her.

“Look at me.” He sounded as if he was scolding her for keeping her eyes closed. She locked gazes with his eyes and instantly felt the flutter of fluid lubricate his thrusts.

“You look so beautiful when you’re coming sweetheart. More beautiful than I imagined.” He thrust harder and faster, and she reached for his wrist.

“Let go of my wrist,” he ordered. She released her hold. He pressed deeper. His knuckles rubbed along her pubic bone.

“Oh God!” she moaned again.

“Look at me, Lena. Put your arms above your head,” he commanded, and she did it, without a thought and without a fight. His tone of voice, his tattoos and muscles turned her on.

“That’s it, baby. This body is mine.” He grunted then lifted up to his knees above her. He caressed her breast with his free hand then trailed his nail gently over her nipple, down her belly, and then to her mound. He pulled her shorts off of her to her ankles.

“Open wide for me, baby. I want to see your cream all over my fingers.”

“Oh!” she moaned and tilted her pelvis up, feeling her entire body tighten.

“I’m gonna come, Bryant. I can’t take it, it’s too much.” She panted for breath.

“Not too much. You don’t come until I tell you.”

“Oh God, you, too?” she squealed, rolling her head side to side as she thrust her pussy against his fingers. Bryant leaned down and licked her breast then across her belly.

He maneuvered his body between her legs and fell between her splayed thighs.

When she felt his tongue lick where his fingers were, she began to shake.

He thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Don’t you come until I tell you to.” He licked again and again then pulled his fingers from her cunt and ate at her cream.

“Bryant!” she screamed and shook, trying not to explode. She was perspiring now and felt about to lose it.

He lifted her thighs higher, gently spread her pussy lips with his fingers, and nibbled on her clit.

“Bryant, please, damn you!” she yelled.

He pressed a digit into her. “Come for me, Lena, now,” he demanded as he lightly sucked her inner groin near her pussy.

“Bryant!” she shook beneath his mouth and tongue. The orgasm that hit her went on and on. She hardly felt Bryant kiss along her groin and against her pussy, making his way up her body with his mouth.

“So delicious. You’re beautiful and responsive.” He kissed her on the mouth then pulled her against him.

Lena could feel his erection hard against her side.

“That was incredible.” She rolled to her side and ran her fingers down his chest.

“I want to taste you, too, Bryant.” She kissed his chest, then his nipple, nibbling slowly on him. He stirred beside her as he caressed her hair.

She slowly licked along his shoulder to where his tattoo was.

“You’ll have to explain it to me. It’s beautiful.” She pushed her hands down beneath the elastic of his shorts and gripped his cock.

“Oh fuck, Lena.”

She pulled the thick, long cock between the palms of her hands and stared at it. He was bigger and thicker than his brothers. She licked the tip and felt his hand on her head. He caressed her hair.

“Nice and easy, Lena.”

She held his gaze. “Your brothers taught me.”

His eyes looked darker and hungrier than a moment ago.

“Is that so?”

“Oh yeah,” she said then licked him from balls to tip.

He tightened his hold on her hair.

“Did they enjoy it?” he whispered, sounding as if talking was difficult.

“You be the judge,” she told him then lowered her mouth over his cock, taking him inch by inch down her throat. She began to set a pace to her liking and ability. She didn’t want to gag, and he was very large.