Naomi (Dressed to Kill), page 11
“Please,” she moans, kissing me again.
I lay her down so she’s flat on her back. She looks up at me with lidded eyes, waiting for me to do what I just promised. But I don’t—at least not right away.
Sliding my hands up her body, I feel her tremble under my touch, making my cock twitch. They stop at the swell of her breasts. I pull down the top of her dress, grinning when I see that she’s not wearing a bra. She watches me, lips parted, chest rising and falling with her labored breathing.
“Fuck,” I whisper when I take in her pretty pink nipples. They’re hard and aching for my touch. Grabbing the bag of icing, I watch her curious eyes as I leave a swirl of icing covering her harden peak before doing the same to the other one.
She looks at me with a raised brow, but I just smirk, holding her eyes as I lean over her, wrapping my lips around one and sucking.
Her eyes roll back as she presses her chest upward, shoving her tit into my face. “Reese,” she moans as I suck and lap at her breast. “Please.”
I don’t give in right away, pulling away from her breast with a pop before moving over to the next one.
“Reese.” She lets out an impatient growl as she wiggles under me. “Fuck me.”
Taking one last suck and licking the last of the icing away, I straighten myself up to move back enough to give myself room to free my cock from my pants.
I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about what it would be like to sink my cock into her hot, wet pussy. It’s been on my mind every time I’ve jerked off since she’s come to stay with us.
I haven’t been with another woman since we met. I have no want or need for anyone else other than her.
“Do you want this?” I taunt, stroking myself slowly. She leans up on her elbows, her eyes zeroing in on my cock.
She licks her lips and nods. “Please?” She’s an eager one, reaching down to pull her panties to the side. My eyes snap down, and I growl when I see how wet she is for me. Her pussy lips glisten with her arousal, and I’m brought back to the day at the house where I ate her until she was cumming on my face.
I’d like to do that again very fucking soon, but right now I need to feel her wrapped around my dick, to pump into her as she cries out my name.
Stepping forward, I angle my cock and rub the pre-cum from the tip against her folds. She’s breathing heavily, watching every movement. But when I press the tip inside, her head falls back as she collapses back against the counter.
I watch my length slowly enter her, her pussy taking me inch by inch. “So fucking perfect.” I groan at the feeling of her walls tightening around my cock like she’s trying to suck me in faster.
“Reese,” she whines.
“Good things come to those who wait, Naomi,” I say through gritted teeth. Truth be told, the reason why I’m not fucking her right now is because I’d probably blow my load too soon. I’m trying to get a hold of myself, but fuck, it’s hard knowing I’m inside her.
When I’m finally fully in, I take a moment to find my bearings.
Naomi, on the other hand, doesn’t have it in her to wait anymore. She starts to fuck herself on my length, rocking up and down, her heels digging into my ass.
“More,” she pants out, and I don’t have it in me to hold back anymore.
Grabbing her legs, I pry them from my hips and place them over my shoulders. Kissing her ankle, my tongue flicks out, licking it before surging forward.
She cries out, fingers curling against the countertop. “Yes!”
“Fuck, Naomi,” I groan as I start to pound into her, something inside me unleashing. “You feel so good.”
“Harder,” she demands, and I happily oblige.
Sweat beads down my nose, lining my brow as I work my hips, trying really hard not to cum too soon.
But with the way she looks—blissed out with her lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded while looking up at me with a desperate need to cum, her breasts bouncing with each thrust—it’s really fucking hard.
Needing to make sure she cums with me, I bring my thumb down and press it to her clit, loving the cry that leaves her swollen lips as I start to work her over. Her pussy clenches around me as she whimpers and whines with pleasure.
I know when I’m hitting her sweet spot because she starts to get louder. “Fuck, yes. Right there, Reese. Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I feel my orgasm rising fast, and I add a little bit more pressure to her clit, trying not to ruin the rhythm I’m fucking her in, staying just where she needs me.
“Yes! Oh, oh, oh, yes! Yes, fuck!” she sobs out.
“Cum for me, Naomi. Fuck!” I need to cum, I can’t last any longer. My balls tighten, and I groan as my cock starts to jerk inside her, filling her with ropes of my cum.
It seems to trigger her own release, her pussy gripping me tightly as her back arches off the countertop. “Reese!” she screams as her body shakes and shatters under me.
We’re both panting heavily as I place my forehead against her calf.
“You better not fucking use those cupcakes for the event,” an annoyed voice huffs.
My eyes snap up and lock on my twin sister. She’s on the other side of the restaurant, arms crossed and brows raised.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper.
Naomi tilts her head back and whimpers.
But my sister doesn’t look mad, just... amused?
“Really, Reese?” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Next to the food?”
“I’m... sorry?”
“Nat.” Naomi tries to get up as Nat walks over to us. I step closer, using Naomi’s dress to hide where we’re joined.
“Shhh,” Nat soothes Naomi, and she lies back down, looking up at Nat as she leans over. “I’m not mad.”
“You’re not?” I try not to groan when Naomi grips me harder with Nat’s admission. This is so fucking weird, but I don’t want to do or say anything to piss off my sister and fuck this all up.
“No.” She kisses Naomi Spider-Man style. “I just want you to be happy.”
“I am. But Nat... I like you too.”
“I know.” Nat giggles. “And as weird as this is—because trust me, right now it’s really fucking weird, and I don’t want to do this again anytime soon—I can share you. If that’s what you want?”
My heart hurts for my sister as she waits to be rejected. And I know that’s what she’s waiting for. But of course my little killer isn’t going to do that. She smiles up at Nat, pulling her down for another kiss. “I’d love that. If you're sure that you're okay with it?”
Nat fucking beams at Naomi. “I am.”
I clear my throat. “I hate to ruin the moment, but I’m still inside her, and well... my dick isn’t hard anymore. So...”
“Gross.” Nat slaps her hands over her ears. “No more. Shut up. I’m going to wait in the office. There’s security outside, and Ezra brought me here, so he’s already in the office. He dipped out the moment we got in.”
“Oh, well, lovely. Isn’t this a whole family affair? All we're missing is Cole,” I groan.
Naomi giggles, and the sound makes any anger drift away. “Don't worry, he was on a video chat with me when I walked in. He heard a bit before he ended the call,” Nat calls out as she walks away.
“Of course he fucking did,” I sigh, pulling free from Naomi.
She sits up and watches me, waiting to see the regret on my face, but there’s none. “Stop.” I cup her cheek and kiss her lips. “I regret nothing. I couldn’t when it comes to you.”
She smiles, seeming pleased with my answer.
We clean up in a comfortable silence and toss any of the food nearby us. Thankfully, we made more than enough and the loss won’t hurt the event.
I’m not sure what any of this means for us. We will have my dad to deal with, but I’m excited to see where it goes. And fuck, I hope when it’s all over and done, Naomi stays. I don’t think I could let her go without a fight.
Chapter 12
Naomi
“Seriously?” I groan as Ezra and I step out of the car.
“What?” he asks, looking over at me with a pinched brow.
“I just wanted to go to the grocery store with you, get out of the fucking house, and do something normal for once,” I huff, eyeing up the fuckers across the parking lot.
“Okay... and why can't you do that?” he asks me, sounding like he has no idea what I’m going on about.
“Because Manuel sent more of his men. Black car, your five o’clock,” I inform, and Ezra follows my line of sight.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “What do we do?”
“Nothing.” I close the car door and start heading toward the store.
“What?” Ezra mutters as he catches up with me. “What do you mean, nothing? What if they try something?”
“They won’t. They want to distract us while we're out and send men over to your place to get Nat.”
He grabs me by the arm to stop me, looking down at me with fury in his eyes. “What the fuck, Naomi! We should be getting back in the car and going the fuck home!”
“Why?” I ask, tilting my head to the side. “They’re not going to get close to Nat. She’s tucked away in the house.” I shrug. “Also.” My eyes light up with glee. “Wanna know my favorite part about you guys living in like the middle of nowhere?”
“What?” He continues to glare at me.
I pull up my phone and show him the live security camera footage. “This.”
We look at my phone, watching a man make his way across the grass toward their house. He thinks he’s gotten past the hired help, and I guess he has, but he’s not out of the woods.
“Naomi!” Ezra hisses. “What the fuck! We need to call them, to warn them. We need to go.” He’s angry and frantic, and totally ruining my good mood.
“Just wait,” I huff. “Watch.”
He glares at me, but flicks his eyes back down to the phone. The guy makes it a few more feet then... boom.
“Did he just... was that...?”
“I set up land mines around your property.” I giggle. “Don’t worry, everyone else knows about them, and I can control them with my phone. So you won't accidentally get blown to pieces.”
“Why didn’t you tell me until just now?” he growls.
“Oops,” I say, face flushing a little. “To be fair, I just had them installed last night. I didn’t think we would be seeing them in action already.”
I click over to see the other cameras. “They left.” Looking over my shoulder, I see the black car that was watching us zoom away too. “And so did they. See, nothing to worry about.” I beam up at Ezra, who’s looking at me like he doesn’t know if he wants to fuck me or choke me. I mean, I’m down for both.
I have a feeling angry fucking him would be an out of this world experience. Before my little melt down in front of him, I would have said fuck that to having sex with him, but I don’t know, he seems to have changed a lot the in past few days.
He’s not as pissy, or as moody. He’s still worried sick about his sister, and rightly so. He’s been spending a lot of time doing the research part, not that he needs to bother. I already got as much as any of us could on what’s going on. Sadly, Ivan is still MIA, and no luck on finding any leads.
The waiting is pissing me off, and with each passing day, I’m getting a little bit more restless. I don’t like sitting on my ass and doing nothing. But I can’t risk going on a trip around the world to find him when he could pop up and take Nat while I’m away.
I could bring Nat with me, but that’s too much of a risk, and I’m not willing to put her on the line.
After what happened with Reese at his restaurant, things have been good at the Parson’s house. I’ve gotten closer with everyone, even Ezra. Just not in the same way as Nat and Reese.
Nat told me about her ex-best friend, Becca, and I still want to find the bitch and stab her. But her loss is my gain. Because I was thinking things with this family were just going to be fun, a pit stop of pleasure before I find my happily ever after; I didn’t stop to think that maybe these people are meant to be mine.
But I know being with Nat and Reese can’t be a long-term thing without Cole and Ezra. I have a feeling Cole won’t be an issue. I see the way he looks at me, the blush on his cheeks any time we make eye contact, or the shy smile he gives me. He’s a sweetheart, and I’ve already fallen for him. Maybe not as hard as Nat, or how I’m getting there with Reese, but I feel something for him. He’s sexy, sweet, kind, and I have the urge to just protect him from the world.
Ezra; I’m still not sure where we stand. He’s a work in progress, and I’m not sure what the end game will be with him. He’s too focused on his father to open up. And I get it. I didn’t plan for this to be a vacation where I fall in love. It’s just how things are turning out. Not that I’m in love with anyone. It’s too soon for that. But I do feel strongly about all of them in different ways. I’m just not sure how they feel about me.
I do have to admit, I’m fucking shocked that the more they find out about my past and the reason why killing Ivan Parson needs to be done by my hands, they haven’t treated me with kid gloves. I should have given them the benefit of the doubt. But it’s hard for me to see the good in people I don’t know. I’ve seen so much fucked up shit in my life, I can’t help but assume the worst. It’s my own fault and something I’m going to need to work on.
“Ahh. Sorry about the clean up.” I cringe. “Hope you're not squeamish.”
His face pales. “You mean... are you going to make me pick up body parts?”
“Come on. Let’s go get what’s on Reese’s list, and when we get back, you and I can do it together. Kind of like a bonding exercise.” I grin, trying not to laugh at the fact that he looks three seconds away from puking.
“That’s fucked up. You know that, right?”
I just shrug. “It’s okay, big guy. If you have a squeamish belly, I won’t hold it against you. It’s not for everyone.”
He growls, pulling me into his arms. My eyes widen as he looks down at me through lidded eyes. “You're a brat. You know that, right?”
“I have my moments.” I bite my lower lip, and his eyes track the movement as we just stand here in the middle of the parking lot. I think he’s about to kiss me, but a car honks at us, snapping us out of the moment.
He clears his throat, and we head inside. I’m cursing the car out in my mind for a good ten minutes because fuck, I really wanted him to kiss me.
Is it messed up of me that I want them all? No, it’s not wrong to want more than one person. The heart wants what the heart wants.
But it is kind of weird that they’re all siblings, right? Maybe? Just a little?
Not that I should care, I kill people for a living. It’s not like I’m living by society's rules.
While my mind overthinks every little thing, we get our shopping done and are out of the store and on our way home in no time.
“You okay?” Ezra asks as we pull into the property.
“What?” I ask, blinking up at him. “Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m fine, just thinking.”
He stops the car and turns to me. “About what?”
Do I tell him? I’m sure he already knows how his brothers and sister feel. We haven’t exactly been hiding our affection. And I kind of love it too; having people whose faces light up when they see me or to have a hard time keeping their hands to themselves around me.
“Are you mad that I’m... involved with Nat and Reese?”
He sighs, looking out the window. “No. I’m not.”
“Would you be mad if I said I was interested in Cole, too?” My heart pounds as I wait for his response.
It takes a few moments of him looking out the front window before he turns to me. “I’m going to be honest, I wasn’t expecting any of this. You coming into our lives and turning them upside down.”
My stomach sinks with disappointment at his words, and I turn away, not able to meet his eyes. But he grabs my chin, gently turning my face back to his. “But you’ve done so in some of the best ways possible.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice soft.
“Before you came along, Nat was this serious person. She never let herself have fun, always putting work first. She made herself so closed off that she never had time to find love, someone to spend her life with. And I think that was the point. She let some stupid girl get into her head, and it fucked her up. She didn’t allow herself to feel for another woman until you.” He smiles at me. “A lot of it was because in our society, being gay or lesbian isn’t something that is very supported. A hardworking woman has enough trouble being taken seriously, add on the fact that she likes other women, the rich pricks go wild. So, she put work first before her own heart. You’ve knocked down those walls. I couldn’t be mad at you for making my sister happy.”
“I care about her, a lot,” I admit. “She’s an amazing woman.”
“She is.” He nods. “As for Reese...” He huffs out a laugh. “He was the opposite of his twin sister in a lot of ways. All he ever wanted to do was have fun, party, drink and...” He looks at me, grimacing. “Have sex. The only thing he’s ever taken seriously was his restaurant and our family. He wanted to be young and carefree. That meant never caring enough about a woman to spend more than one night with her. But you? You seem to have captured his attention in all the best ways.”
“I’m not sure how long that’s going to last,” I admit my insecurities that have been plaguing me from the beginning when it comes to Reese. “He’s a playboy. Why would he want to stop that kind of life just to be with me? When I can’t just be with him?”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit or see the power you hold over others, Naomi.” He looks out the window. “As for Cole? I know you two haven’t had enough time to get as close as the other two, but I’ve seen a change in him, too. He would lock himself up in his room, spending hours, even days, working on his paintings and only coming out to eat or use the bathroom. He hardly left the house, and when he did, it was for events that would set him back. His ex, the one you met, would go out of her way to make sure of it.” He gives me a cocky grin. “But I guess you took care of that, didn’t you?”
