The Ford Brothers Series Box Set, page 62
“You’re such a great big brother, Garrett. I mean it.” I compliment, giving him a kiss.
“Well, thank you. I’m the oldest, so it kind of comes with the territory.”
“You wear it well.”
He kisses me and I help it linger. “Mmmm…”
“Pace yourself, baby.” He murmurs against my lips. “We’ve got all weekend.”
“But you’re such an amazing kisser. I can’t help it. Plus…you’re naked.”
He makes a sound like a giggle-guffaw. “So are you.”
“But you…you’re so…” I gesture to his body, like he’s a god. “And I’m so…” I make an expression like my body doesn’t hold a candle to his.
“Please.” A ‘v’ forms between Garrett’s brows. “If you could see what I see, baby…” he trails off. “I tell you what. Let’s get dressed and go eat something. Then we can head to Colton’s.” he lifts and gives me a chaste kiss on the mouth, before climbing off the bed. His ass is so round and perfect I have to bite my lip. Even flaccid his penis is still perfect.
“What?” he asks, giggling as I remain laying on the bed. I smile, not knowing how else to tell him that he’s beautiful, and I just want to watch him. He shakes his head and chuckles and the sound is sexy as hell. “What am I going to do with you? You’re insatiable.” He smiles, climbing on top of me, cupping my face in his hands. His gaze is divided between both my eyes, and then it slides to my lips. “Do you need me to take care of you again, baby?” he whispers, and his tone makes me instantly wet.
I answer him with my eyes. “Okay.” His voice is so soft. He strokes my nose with his and then tilts his head and slides his tongue into my mouth, slowly, deliciously, making me moan. He tilts his head the other way and does the same, inching his tongue in, making gentle yet needy contact with mine. When our lips part, he tucks his head under my chin and sucks the skin on my neck, inch by inch, until he reaches my chest. With soft, warm, wet lips, Garrett kisses the fleshy part of my breast, and then teases the nipple with his tongue, before moving to the other breast. My back is arched, and all the blood in my body is…down there. The suction from his mouth on my nipples is almost enough to make me come.
But he stops, and moves down…down…kissing the flesh on my belly, my navel, and then he kisses the insides of my thighs, as he slowly inches his way to the mark. When he arrives at the most sensitive spot on my body, he French kisses it, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I let out a soft moan and my legs part all the way open for him. Using his whole mouth, he parts the skin around my clit, and then using just the tip of his tongue, he hits the target, perfectly. With feather-like contact, Garrett licks my nub, making me involuntarily buck my hips. The sensation is extraordinary, and I can feel the rush of pleasure through my whole body.
It’s like I’m already coming but he’s only just started. Garrett is so good at this I can’t tell when I’m going to come because from the second he starts it feels heavenly. His tongue gets heavier on my body as he applies more pressure and I can feel it building inside. My hips are already bucking and his tongue is moving faster as I ride the waves of pleasure, panting, moaning, making enough noise that I’m sure if we have guests beside us, they can hear me. Do I care? Not one bit. Garrett gently pulls at the flesh on the insides of my thighs, opening me up further, and it’s just that tiny bit of extra exposure that brings me over the edge.
I shout, I call his name, the Lord’s name, hell I’m babbling, making up names, as I come like I’ve never come before. I believe a profanity makes its way out of my mouth before I come down from the most intense ecstasy I’ve ever felt before in my life. Garrett doesn’t stop until I push my knees together, gently squeezing his head in between my legs. With a gentle kiss on the inside of my thighs, he inches his way up to my lips and kisses me. I can feel his rigid penis against my belly as he rests his body on top of mine, tucking his arms under me. “Feel better?” he asks.
“That was…phenomenal.” I answer, still a little breathless.
“It sounded like you were enjoying yourself.” He giggles. “I’m glad you’re not afraid to let go, baby.”
“With you, I’m not afraid of anything.” I sigh.
He kisses me. “Me neither. That’s the best part of us, I think.”
I smile, reaching down to his girth. “It looks like you need a little attention, too.”
“I’m like a teenage boy around you, baby. But I can handle it. A cold shower will take care of that. Let’s get dressed and go to Colton’s.”
My brows lift, and I playfully turn him over onto his back. “I don’t think so.” He looks like a sundial as he lays there, gloriously erect, ready for me. I bend down and take him into my mouth, and he sucks in air quickly. There is nothing more exciting than having the most beautiful man in the world at my mercy. His penis is hard and thick and throbbing as I suck it and pump it gently at first, and then build pressure and speed.
Garrett’s breathing becomes ragged quickly, as he takes in the pleasure. One hand massages and gently squeezes his nipple, while the other moves up and down, hilt to head, and my mouth sucks and licks the head intermittently. “Oh, God, Nora.” He moans breathlessly. And it’s music to my ears. It spurs me on, and I sheath his girth with my mouth, forcing it all the way in until I can feel the head at the back of my throat. “Jesus…oh, Jesus.” He pants.
As I suck and gently nip at the head, he writhes, and lets out a grunt that sounds more animal than human. “Nora, I’m close.” He says raggedly, as his chest heaves up and down. “Oh, Jesus, I’m close.” I stuff him all the way down to my throat once more, filling my mouth with him, and grab hold of the hilt, pumping him fast, and suddenly I can taste him, as I hear him moan, “Oh, God, I’m coming.” He holds his breath for a moment as his seed shoots out in spurts, and I have to swallow quickly, pumping him simultaneously. As he lets his breath go, he moans loudly, and I’m smiling inwardly, feeling like that’s a pat on the back for me.
“Good God, Nora.” He cries as the last aftershock releases from him. I pump slower, and gently suck him as he slithers out of my mouth. As I kiss his pelvis, stomach, and chest on my way up, he’s sliding his hand through my hair. “You…are…amazing.” He says, taking a cleansing breath.
“Well, I think the neighbors know what we’re up to in here, baby.” I tease. “Between the two of us, we make enough noise to wake the dead.”
“I’ll be sure to leave a generous tip.” He says, kissing my head. He looks at me intently, dividing his gaze between both my eyes. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“No contest.” I say. “Did you work up an appetite?”
He lifts his hand to check his watch. Why, I don’t know, but when he does that, the gesture is so sexy. The way his eyelashes sweep across his cheeks makes my heart flutter. He licks his lips and answers. “I’m starving, but it’s only four o’clock.”
“I could eat.”
“Let’s go then, before we have to ravage each other again.”
***
Dinner was fabulous. Neither of us wanted to dress up or go anywhere fancy, so we chose this cute little mom & pop style eatery on the way to Colton’s place. When we arrive at Colton’s, my jaw drops. It’s a beautiful little house with miles and miles of green surrounding it. Part of a picket fence is lining the outside of it. “That’s not quite finished yet. Colton’s putting in a pasture so he can have horses. Soon, the back of the house will have a stable and a wraparound porch. It’s not quite there yet, but it’ll be there soon.” Garrett explains.
“This place is gorgeous.”
“It wasn’t about six months ago. Colton bought it basically for the land. The house that was here had to be demolished and rebuilt. It’s small at the moment, but we’re adding things to it as we go along. Not much got done while he was away in Afghanistan, but when he’s rested, we’ll get back at it. His neighbor knows a horse breeder; he’ll probably have a horse or two in the next year or so, maybe sooner.”
We see Colton assembling part of the picket fence. He has a hammer in his hand and some screws in the other. When he sees us, he gives a little wave. Jack and Dalton aren’t here yet, and we know that Wade is at his place, getting ready for his gig tonight. Colton stands up and adjusts his pants. “Hey, guys. How’s it going?” he says from the spot on the grass where he stands.
Garrett walks up to him and takes his hand, patting him on the back. “All rested, my brother? I see you’re at it again.”
“It’s gotta get done, right?” Colton answers, and then glances at me. He takes a step forward, and gives me a quick hug.
“Hey…hey.” Garrett teases. “Get your own.”
Colton gives him a look that I can’t decipher. It’s probably disappointment, since I know he’s recently divorced. It looks like Garrett realizes his faux pas and he pats Colton on the back again. “Need any help?”
“Na, I’m ready for a break, actually. Been at this since this morning.”
“Jack and Dalton coming?”
“Yeah, they should be here any time. I thought they’d beat you here, actually.”
“I thought so, too. We even stopped for food and to check into the hotel.”
“Who knows. Maybe they’re at Wade’s.” Colton says, then he addresses me. “You want to see the inside?”
“Sure.”
Garrett takes my hand as we follow Colton into the house. Garrett sneaks a kiss before we go inside.
“I heard that.” Colton says flatly.
Garrett giggles and kicks his brother in the rear playfully. Colton dusts his butt off with his hand and gestures for us to enter. “It’s not finished, but it’s coming along. You’d think if a guy goes away for eight months that he’d come home to a finished place, thanks to his brothers, but no. That must have been too much to ask.” He’s being facetious.
“Yeah…none of us have jobs. There’s no excuse.” Garrett plays along.
“This is the living room. Or part of it.” Colton says. “The walls need paint and the floor isn’t finished, but it won’t be long.” The wall is just drywall, and the laminate floor is partially laid. It’s a beautiful honey color. There are no drapes, and the kitchen is visible from the living room; it looks done. “Kitchen just needs a backsplash, but it’s otherwise done.” He points out. It’s small but galley-style, with a butcher’s block counter and shiny new appliances.
The dining area is nothing but a cut-out. There is no furniture. “This is why I didn’t invite you to come for dinner. Unless you like to eat Indian-style on the floor. I usually just eat at the counter. The bedrooms aren’t done, but the master one is. I’m gutting it and burning everything in case anyone is interested.”
Garrett rolls his eyes. “Oh, get over it.” He jokes.
“Easy for you to say.” Colton guffaws. But judging by the way Colton is joking about his failed marriage, I’d say it’s healthy and he’s on the road to recovery.
“I can fix you up if you want.” I offer.
Colton’s eyes bulge and he lifts a hand. “No…thanks.” he says it like I just offered him a piece of shit on a toothpick as an hors d’oeuvres.
“Suit yourself.” I shrug. “I have some hot friends.”
Garrett looks at me and lifts a brow. “Oh yeah? How come I’ve never met any of them.”
I slap him but then kiss him quickly on the lips.
“Thanks, but my ex-wife was hot. Look how that turned out.” Colton is matter-of-fact.
“I have some ugly friends, too.”
“So does he.” Garrett intervenes. We hear a car pull up and ten seconds later, Dalton and Jack appear at the door.
“Hey, shithead.” Jack says to Colton, and Garrett gives him a look. “Oh, sorry.” Jack looks at me. “Poophead. Nah, that just sounds like we’re in Kindergarten. Shithead it is.”
I laugh. These boys are hilarious. Dalton gives Colton a pat on the back. “So, slit your wrists yet, my brother?”
“Funny.” Colton rolls his eyes. “As much as you’d love that, no, I haven’t. But I’m burning my bedroom later if you’re up for roasting marshmallows.”
Jack chuckles and asks Colton. “So, you up for getting shitfaced again later?”
“Maybe. You driving me home?”
“Not if I’m getting shitfaced, too.” Jack guffaws.
Dalton intervenes. “Both of you can get shitfaced. I’ll be the DD. I brought a sleeping bag.”
“You bring me one, too?” Jack asks.
“No, you two can sleep together in Colton’s bed. You won’t know the difference if you’re shitfaced.”
I laugh out loud. I’m loving this. Garrett takes my hand in his and kisses it. The boys look at us like we just made out. “God, get out of here.” Jack looks like he just ate a lemon. “Colton, post a sign on the door now. ‘No Girls Allowed’”.
“Oh, get over it.” Garrett says again. “Let’s go and see Wade. He’s probably waiting for us anyway.”
“He doesn’t go on for like two hours.” Dalton says. “Let’s chill for a bit. Colton, you want some help with that fence?”
“Na, I’ve been doing that since this morning. I’ve got so many splinters already.” He stares at his hands.
Dalton looks at him. “I’m glad you didn’t decide to sell this place. It’d be one hell of a shame.”
Drawing in a deep breath, Colton says. “Yeah, I decided to make this place…happier, I’m going to throw a fundraiser here.”
“Oh yeah?” Garrett is interested. “Like, what kind of fundraiser?”
“Well, you know lots of guys come back from combat with lots to deal with like PTSD and anxiety, stuff like that…well, it turns out that there’s millions of people dealing with that sort of mental illness. There is lots of it out there, like Bipolar disorder, Multiple personality disorder, depression, addiction, the list goes on and on. I thought that with a place like this, I could really make a difference and do something to help. So, I’m going to throw a fundraiser. Bouncy castles, a dunk tank, barbecue, face painting, and I’ll talk to Wade and see if he wants to sing here, too. Raise some money for charity and give back. This way, rather than going back to combat to feel like I’m making a difference, I can do it right in my backyard. If it works out, I might make it an annual thing.”
Garrett shakes his head and pats his brother on the back. “I’ll pitch in. I’ll donate the first ten thousand dollars. And I’ll come help with all of it; set up, the day of, clean up, you name it, I’m here.”
“Me, too.” Jack says.
“I’m in.” Dalton says.
“I’ll come, too.” I add. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Colton.”
“Yeah. I’m proud of you, little brother.” Garrett says.
We’re silent for a moment, digesting everything. Jack finally speaks. “Okay, enough of this girly crap. Let’s go get shitfaced.”
***
The bar is part of a mini-mall. It’s small and not busy as we arrive. Wade is doing sound checks as we choose our table; closest to the stage as we can get. Wade comes over and greets us, giving me a quick hug. “Hey, thanks for coming.” He says.
“I’m glad to be here.” I say back to him. He gives me the Ford wink and I smile. Something about the way these boys wink…mercy!
While they do sound checks, Wade is very focused. I notice that many very attractive girls are walking in as the place fills, and he doesn’t notice. Maybe his older brothers don’t give him credit. Looks like when it comes down to it, his first love is his music, not the chicks, as Garrett pointed out. I walk over to him and ask if I can do anything to help. He gives me a microphone and asks me to talk into it when he tells me to.
Garrett watches from the table and smiles at me. When Wade asks me to speak, I say ‘testing’. And Wade gives me the thumbs up. “You sing?” Wade asks me.
“In the car, but trust me, if you want to have guests scatter, inviting me to sing is the way to do it.”
Wade smiles. “Anyone can sing. It’s just how well you sing that makes the difference.”
“Well, I don’t sing well.”
He shakes his head, defeated. “Alright, you’re off the hook.”
“Maybe some day you’ll meet a nice girl who can sing with you.” I offer. He purses his lips together and focuses again on his guitar strings.
“Yo, Dave, you wanna hit me with a note?” he asks his bass guitarist.
Moments later, the music starts, and I take a seat beside Garrett. Wade is incredibly talented, and I can soon see the attraction to him. He’s a natural on the microphone. The way he moves on the stage, too, is very him. Singing is home for him, that you can tell right away. Someday, he’s going to make some woman very proud to be with him.
Garrett orders me a white wine from the bar and a beer for himself, and when he returns, a bachelorette party arrives through the front door. They’re loud and obnoxious, seemingly half drunk already. They make a big fuss when they see Wade, as though they’re some kind of groupies. They’re so loud that Wade has to sing louder to drown them out. I’m irritated at the fact that they’re creating a scene, and it seems like they’ve already had their fun for the night, judging by how drunk they are. I see a limousine parked outside and I excuse myself from the table and go talk to them.
Garrett watches me for a moment, and I see Wade watching me from the corner of his eye. Two minutes later, I rejoin them, and the pack of girls get up politely and leave the bar without incident. Wade looks at me and spreads his arms as if to say, ‘what did you do?’ I offer him a wink.
“What, did you threaten to beat them up if they didn’t leave?” Garrett asks, taking my hand in his. I take a sip of wine and sit back, pleased with myself.
“Not at all. I’m a lover, not a fighter.” I say, kissing him. “I gave the bride-to-be a hundred bucks to go to the bar up the street, where they won’t get kicked out, and where the lead singer in the house band isn’t gay.”
