Fuck, she was going to work him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to get her off.

He needed to hold out.


She rocked forward toward him and got half of his dick in her mouth before sucking backward to the tip. Then, she pushed forward again. He knew she had an almighty gag reflex, and he didn’t want to push her, but, fuck, did he thrust his dick further into her mouth the next time she took more of him in.

Her fingers dug into his thighs, and it took all his strength not to grab her head and bottom out in her mouth. He let her do the guiding even though it was sweet, blissful torture. She drew back and forth, in and out, until he thought he might fall apart at her ministrations. His cock was thickening, lengthening still. He could feel the veins throbbing as he fought not to come yet.

Fucking hell, the woman could she suck a dick.

She didn’t do it often, but, damn, when she did, he was a goner.

“Andrea,” he growled, “I’m going to come all down your throat if you don’t stop, baby.”

She didn’t stop.

“Baby,” he moaned, fisting her hair. “Baby…I need to fuck you.”

She looked up at him with those big blue eyes, and he had to really tense up not to pop out and come all over her face.

Clay pulled out of her mouth, lifted her up off the ground with ease, and then bent her over, ass up on the counter. Her pussy was pink and gleaming at him, totally exposed in that moment. He ran his fingers through the wetness just once before prodding her opening with his dick and ramming forward into her.

He knew he had zero chance of lasting long, so he needed to make this good for her. He slammed into her brutally, unrelenting. His balls smacked against her clit as he pushed all the way inside her. He could already feel his release threatening to take him, but he needed her to come with him.

“You close?” he asked.

She moaned loudly. He pounded inside her a few more times, grabbed her hips hard enough to leave indents, and then came like a torrent inside her body.

She let out a piercing scream as he felt her walls contract all around him. Her body shook. Her legs gave out, and he had to hold her up to keep her from falling over.

“Damn,” she murmured, resting her cheek against the cold counter. “What a way to break the house in.”

“We’re not done yet,” he told her.

She laughed as he pulled out of her. “We still have a lot of rooms to break in,” she agreed.

“We do.”

“Shower first?” she suggested.

“Mmm…wet and naked. I approve.”

“I have an idea,” she said a few minutes later while under the hot stream in the shower.

“I like ideas.”

He ran his hands up and down her body, unable to believe that all of this belonged to him. That he had earned her back. That this was his reality. He’d thought Brady was the luckiest son of a bitch alive. Now, he was pretty sure that title went to him.

“How about a housewarming party?”

His lips found hers once more as he slipped his fingers between her legs and pressed her back into the shower wall. “Anything you want.”

Clay could tell right away that Andrea was completely in her element as a hostess for their housewarming party and that she was also scared as hell about what was about to happen.

“It’s going to be fine,” he told her again.

He ran his hands up and down her bare arms. She was in a sleeveless, short floral dress and heels that kept clicking all over the hardwood floor as she paced.

“I know. I know. I just…”

“It’s okay. You want to make a good impression, but…these are our friends and family. It’s not going to be any different.”

She nodded. “It’s just…it’s the first time we’re doing something like this and as a couple.”

“We’ve been doing things together as a couple for years. The only people who know that it’s different this time are you and me. The only people’s opinions who matter here are you and me.”

She straightened her back and nodded. “I know. I don’t know why I’m nervous. Silly, really.”

He smiled at her just as the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” she squeaked, rushing to the door.

Brady and Liz entered the room, and then there was a chorus of cries from the girls.

Liz pulled her into a hug and squeezed her tight. “Ahh!” she yelled again, bouncing up and down on her own high heels. “This is so awesome.”

Andrea laughed and then tried to wriggle out of Liz’s embrace. “Thank you. Y’all come in. Come in.”

Once Brady and Liz were inside the foyer, Andrea shut the door behind them and teetered back and forth in anticipation. “What do you think?” she asked.

“It’s beautiful!” Liz gushed. “Oh my God, show me everything!”

And then they dashed away for Andrea to give Liz a tour.

Clay just shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts and rocked back on his heels. “At least the squealing is gone,” he said to his brother. “Drink?”

Brady put his finger in his ear, as if he were trying to hear again. “Absolutely.”

Clay led him into the dining room where he had a full wet bar set up on an antique cabinet Andrea had insisted they purchase for the room. He poured out some scotch for both of them and handed off one crystal tumbler to Brady. They each took a swig from their glasses.

Then, Brady extended his hand to Clay.

For a moment, Clay looked at it in surprise and then shook Brady’s hand.

“Congratulations,” Brady said honestly. “I’m proud of you.”


“I know what it means for the both of you to be here right now and how hard it’s been for you the last few months. Wish I could have been around more.”

“Yeah, well, I doubt I would have come to this conclusion without your help,” Clay admitted.

It was strange really, to have this heart-to-heart with Brady. The one person he’d always envied…always despised…and always looked up to. His emotions about Brady had always been so unclear. Like looking into lake water to try to find the bottom. Murky and diluted with darkness. Yet things had cleared up between them. Gradually, over time, he had stopped hating Brady, stopped envying him, and just let the past go.