Chapter 29

BRIGGS

I gazed up through the massive window over the bed; the early evening sky was shrouded in a heavy layer of smog.

Welcome to New York City after a July day with the mercury reaching the high nineties.

Layla was asleep on her back. Her enchanting tits were on display, rising and falling with her breathing. Her long hair had fanned out over her pillow, reaching halfway across the bed and tickling my arm.

What kind of prick flies his girlfriend to New York City, and keeps her hidden inside the fancy yacht he rented? Me, that’s who.

Fucking her brains out the minute we arrived wasn’t on my agenda.

I’d planned a romantic evening with an extravagant five-course meal, fireworks, cuddling and talking, presenting her with the gift I bought for her, and ~making love.~

But I was such a selfish bastard, I threw her on the bed and pounded her for the better part of an hour without removing a stitch of her clothing. Except for her panties, which I tore from her body like a savage beast before I shoved her dress up and took her.

I had to get some control and stop acting like a horny teenager. Layla wasn’t a puck bunny. She was my girlfriend, and I was in love with her. My girl deserved better.

To be treated like a queen. ~My queen.~

We still had half an hour before we needed to shower and get dressed for dinner. Plenty of time to take care of my girl. My eyes raked over her flat stomach.

One day soon, it would be swollen with my baby. I would make sure Layla became a mother. I’d take her to the best fertility specialist in the world if that was what was required.

I pulled the sheet down, revealing her bare mound. Her knees were bent, her delicious pussy on display. I licked my lips, preparing to wake her up with a mind-blowing orgasm.

~You dumped two loads of jizz in her, dumbass. You wanna eat your own cum? She passed out right after you finished hammering her the second time.~

~That pussy is probably leaking like a sieve. Dried jizz all over her lips and thighs. Don’t do it, man.~

Some of my buddies had no issue with fucking their wives and girlfriends while they were on the rag. I knew one guy who bragged in the locker room about eating his girl out while she was bleeding from the crotch.

~Gross. Just. No.~

I had thought I was gonna puke while he was telling that story.

But it was my own body fluids on her, not ~that~. I kissed her after I went down on her. I’m not a squeamish guy. The thought of having my own semen in my mouth didn’t really bother me.

I climbed between her legs, pushing her knees apart with my shoulders. She didn’t stir at all. Layla was a sound sleeper. She probably had to be, to get any rest in the house she grew up in.

I licked up her slit, tasting the salty, metallic flavor of my semen on her puffy lips. It wasn’t ~that~ bad. Totally worth it to wake her up with a smile.

She moaned softly, arching her back when I circled her clit with my tongue.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled.

“Pleasuring you, baby.”

“Mm. It feels nice.” I licked her gently, soothing her swollen pussy with my tongue while I slid my hands under her ass. That was a safe place for them. I didn’t wanna finger her.

Her gaping entrance looked sore. Guilt washed over me. I had fucked her hard. Three times in one afternoon, if you counted the wine cellar.

She started squirming around when I dipped my tongue inside her. “Oh, Briggs. Don’t stop. That feels so good.”

I thrust my tongue in and out before kissing my way up to her clit, teasing it with light flicks.

She spread her legs wider, lifting them onto my shoulders as she grabbed the back of my head. “Fuck me with your tongue,” she begged.

“Aren’t you sore, hon?” I whispered.

“Tongue, Briggs,” she moaned. “Please!”

I delved deep inside her, lapping her walls. She shuddered, her body tightening as her pussy clamped down, holding my tongue hostage while she came all over my face.

***

I sipped my wine, smiling to myself as I watched Layla poke at her foie gras. Her lack of sophistication was refreshing.

Yep. I’m an asshole. I think we’ve already established that. My amusement wasn’t mean-spirited though. I was simply enjoying her introduction to my lifestyle.

“What is this thing?” she finally asked, glancing up from her plate.

“Foie gras.”

“I know what it’s called, Briggs. Mike told me. But I want to know what it ~is~.”

“If I tell you, you won’t try it.”

She set her fork down. “Next course, please.”

“C’mon,” I urged. “Just try a bite. Remember the sushi? You liked that once you tried it.”

“What is it?”

“Goose liver.”

She pressed her lips together, wrinkling her adorable little nose as she pushed the plate to the edge of the table. “Pass.”

“You’re missing out,” I said, shaking my head as I finished off the last of mine. “It’s delicious.”

“Speaking of delicious, how was your semen snack?”

“It wasn’t bad.”

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“Did what?”

“You know what.”

“You can’t believe I ate out your pussy while it was full of my jizz?”

“Briggs!” she hissed, glancing toward the entrance of the dining room. “Shh!”

I chuckled, even as Mike appeared with our entrees. Layla stared down at the table, her cheeks a deep shade of pink.

“Now this is real food!” she declared, after devouring half of her filet mignon before I’d finished my first bite.

“Did you even taste it?”

“Of course,” she mumbled through a mouthful of meat.

“Save room for dessert, doll.”

“I ~always~ have room for dessert.”

***

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my gut. “That was a lot of food.”

Layla nodded. “I don’t think I can move. You might have to carry me out on deck to see the fireworks.”

“Drink up your wine. It’ll help you digest your dinner.”

“I already drank too much today.”

“You drank two tiny glasses of champagne on the plane. That was hours ago.”

“Mr. Westinghouse, are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?”

“Yep. That’s why I fucked you ~before~ dinner.”

“Shh!”

Soft, classical music flowed into the room. I pushed back my chair and held out my hand. “Would you like to dance?”

“I don’t know how,” she whispered.

“No worries, doll. I’ll lead. You just need to move your feet.”

I held her in my arms, moving to the music while I caressed her lower back. “You look beautiful tonight,” I whispered, brushing my lips over hers.

“Thank you for bringing me here. Tonight was amazing.”

“We’re going to have many more nights like this, sweetheart. I promise.”

When she gazed up into my eyes, my heart swelled with so much love, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Layla was the woman I was supposed to be with.

It had taken me thirty-eight years to find her, and now that I had her I wasn’t about to let her slip away. I didn’t give a fuck about the media or her psycho sister or her age.

None of that mattered. She was ~mine.~ And nothing was going to come between us.

I took her hand, lacing our fingers together as I led her into the saloon, settling in a chair with her on my lap.

“It’s getting dark,” she said. “Shouldn’t we go up to the deck? The fireworks are probably gonna start soon.”

“We will. But first I want to give you something.” I reached into the inside pocket of my suit jacket, pulling out the box I had stashed there.

“Briggs,” she gasped, her eyes widening in shock when I opened the box to reveal the diamond necklace.

“I’m not great with words and expressing my feelings, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. But when we were dancing, I realized that giving you a diamond necklace was cowardly. A rich guy would buy that for his mistress.”

“You buy your mistresses diamonds?” she blurted out.

“No.” I chuckled. “I’ve never had a mistress.”

“This is too much, Briggs. I would be afraid to wear this. And I don’t go anywhere fancy.”

“I want to take you to fancy places, baby.” My heart thundered against my ribs, every inch of my skin beaded with perspiration as I prepared to utter the three words sitting on my tongue. “I love you, Layla.”

She blinked rapidly, her throat working overtime as she processed my words. “Y-you, l-love m-me?” she whispered.

Hm. I kinda thought, or had hoped, if I ever said those words to a woman she’d say them back.

~She’s in shock, asshole. Give her a minute. Tell her again. She’s waiting. Answer her.~

“I’m so in love with you, honey.”

“I love you too.” Her voice was hoarse, her words choked with emotion as her limpid eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t cry, love,” I murmured.

“They’re happy tears,” she sobbed. “I never thought I would ever meet a man as wonderful as you.”

“I don’t know about the wonderful part, but I promise to be the best version of myself. I want to give you everything, sweetheart.”

“I don’t need diamonds, or private jets and fancy yachts, Briggs. All I need is you and my nephews. Nothing else matters.”

Our lips joined as we lost ourselves in a passion-fueled kiss, sealing the love and the promises we shared.

The rest of the world slipped away while I held my girl in my arms, savoring my time alone with her.

“Wanna skip the New York fireworks and go make some of our own in the bedroom?” I whispered, running my hand up her thigh, my fingers brushing over her damp panties.

“No way,” she laughed.

“You can’t blame a guy for trying.”

***

“Wow,” Layla whispered with a soft sigh. “That was amazing.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding her tightly against me on the two-person lounger as the final boom faded into the night.

The engines roared beneath us, the yacht moving slowly away from the dock as we headed out to sea.

“Can we go in the hot tub now?” she asked.

“If that’s what you wanna do, babe.”

She climbed off the chair, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor.

She looked like an angel, standing there in the moonlight in her white lace bra and panties.

~My angel.~

I rose from the chair, my eyes locked on hers while I stripped down to my boxer briefs, my rigid cock threatening to burst right through the material.

She reached behind her back, releasing the clasp on her bra. Her breasts spilled out, perfect mountains of luscious flesh that were all mine.

I licked my lips, reaching out to grab one, but she took a step back before I could get my hands on her.

“You’re teasing me, baby. My cock doesn’t like that.”

“What’s he gonna do about it?” she sang, sliding her panties over her hips and down her thighs until they landed at her feet.

“His owner might spank your sexy ass.”

She turned around, wiggling her tushy as she sauntered toward the hot tub.

“Get back here, woman.”

She glanced over her shoulder, running her tongue over her bottom lip before she lifted her leg over the side of the tub and disappeared into the steam.

I shucked my shorts and climbed in after her. She screamed when I grabbed her leg, dragging her across the bench.

I hauled her onto my lap, my cock nudging her asshole while she squirmed around, trying to break free from my hold.

“Briggs,” she giggled. “Let me go. And get that thing away from my butt.”

“I’m never letting you go, sweetheart,” I whispered. “You’re mine. I wanna explore every inch of this sexy body.”

She moved back so my cock was rubbing on her clit, grinding against me while her tits smacked me in the face. I captured one of her nipples, drawing the rigid peak between my teeth.

She threw her head back, the ends of her long mane disappearing under the water while I feasted on her breasts, her soft cries carrying across the water.

I lifted her off my lap, willing my cock to settle down. Fucking in a hot tub was a ~bad~ idea. I learned that lesson the hard way. And a quickie in the jacuzzi wasn’t how I wanted things to go down after telling Layla I loved her.

“Now who’s teasing?” she whined.

“Hot tub sex is a bad idea. Trust me, baby. You don’t want that.”

“I was about to come, Briggs.” She crossed her arms under her tits, her lower lip pouting.

“Let’s go into the bedroom. I’ll give you all the orgasms you can handle once we’re in bed, honey.”

“Fine,” she huffed.

***

Layla moaned and writhed under me while I kissed every inch of her sexy body. And I mean ~every~ inch.

When I circled her puckered back door with my tongue, I expected her to protest. But she surprised me.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“Oh yeah,” she sighed. “It feels amazing. I had no idea a butthole could be so sensitive.”

“Maybe another time, we can explore that a little more.”

“Okay.”

“But not tonight.”

I went to the bathroom to clean up a bit and brush my teeth. When I returned, I was shocked to find my girlfriend fingering herself. “The two orgasms I gave you weren’t enough?” I laughed.

“Nope,” she giggled.

I climbed onto the bed, pulling her hand away from her pussy before settling between her legs. “You’re a naughty girl, Miss Lucas.”

“You made me that way. When I met you, I was sweet and innocent.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. I’ve seen the smut you read.”

She smiled, her expressive brown eyes radiating happiness. My entire body flooded with warmth, an extraordinary feeling of contentment settling over me.

My relationship with Layla wasn’t wrong. It was right, so right. There was no doubt in my mind.

“I love you, doll,” I murmured, caressing her lips with soft kisses.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

“I want to be the only man you ever make love with. Promise me.”

“I promise,” she said, her voice catching.

“Don’t cry, baby.” I kissed away her tears before returning to her mouth, our tongues engaging in a passionate waltz as I sank inside her.

Our bodies moved together, our lovemaking validating the promises we made.

After we made love, we talked for hours. She shared some happy parts of her childhood, of spending time with her best friend and the mother who taught her to cook.

After Layla’s mother passed away, she practically lived with this family until her sister ruined it by sleeping with their dad.

Who does that? Shelly Lucas was a waste of skin, as far as I was concerned. Being Layla’s half-sister and the birth mother of my sons didn’t afford her any rights in our life. I didn’t want her anywhere near the people I loved.

I told Layla about my life growing up with two mothers, and what it was like to become rich and famous at eighteen.

She asked about my daughter. I shared my regrets about being an absent father.

I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face and my beautiful girl in my arms.

***

“Briggs,” Layla whispered, tapping me on the arm.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I mumbled, my hand seeking out her breast.

“Your phone’s ringing.”

“They’ll leave a message.”

“It’s four in the morning. It must be important. What if there’s a problem with one of the babies? Maybe Jerome had to go back to the hospital.”

I rolled onto my back with a heavy sigh, reaching for my phone. The caller had already hung up. “I don’t recognize the number, and they didn’t leave a message.”

I reached for Layla, wrapping my arms around her warm body again. “I’ve got something for you,” I whispered, pressing my hard cock against her behind.

“Hm. I might be interested.”

“Fuck!” I muttered when my phone rang again. I grabbed it, ready to give the caller a blast of shit. “Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?”

“Dad?”

“Kyla?”

“Mom’s dead.”