Mr. Wright & Mr. Wrong: A BWWM Romance (4 page)

H
e had her
.

It had been almost too easy.

Take that, Michael.

If Alex had been thinking without the influence of one too many Happy Endings, he would have known that his interest in Brooklyn was mostly due to the fact that
her
interest was in his older brother. Heck, even without being under the influence he could tell himself that.

Not that she wasn’t
incredibly
easy on the eyes. No amount of alcohol could dampen the bulge that had been growing in his jeans all night at the thought of getting
her
jeans off of her.

Now they were in a cab headed to the apartment he used when he was in New York, having no permanent address here. Despite his avoidance of anything associated with the public side of the Wright Empire, he wasn’t above taking advantage of the fact that his father owned a significant portion of some of the best real estate in the city. This one had a rather spectacular view of the East River.

“So really, what do you do?” she asked him, resting her head back against the seat.

“I guess you could call me a fixer,” he said.

She gave a tipsy laugh. “That sounds fake and/or illegal.”

He laughed in response. “No, really, I go around to various clubs, restaurants, et cetera and tell them how to improve things. Take
Jealous
, for example. Did you know it’s actually 5 years old?”

She looked at him in surprise. “Really?” she asked with interest.

“Yeah, it’s only in the last few weeks that it actually became popular.”

“You did that?”

He shrugged. “It’s usually a simple combination of making the employees happy, a ridiculous amount of hype, and getting the owner to pull his or her head out of their own ass.”

“There’s got to be more to it than that,” she said cynically.

“Well yeah, but you’d be surprised how effective a few A-list celebrities involved in a few scandals to make the paper is. You remember the incident with a certain football player?”

Her eyes grew wide. “That was staged?”

Alex just laughed. “Finally, there’s employee profit sharing, which usually seals the deal, even though many owners are too stupid to take my advice where that’s concerned.”

“So that’s why the waitresses were falling all over themselves for you,” she said, nodding to herself.

“When the club is popular, they make money. I helped make that happen.”

She continued to nod, taking that in. “So how does someone get into something like that?”

If Alex was honest he would have told her his father’s name helped him along, before people realized he actually had a head on his shoulders. So he told her the other half of it, “A wild and wicked past of misspent youth, doing nothing but partying every night and clubbing every weekend. I know what people like that are into, more importantly, I know what makes them spend money.”

She gave him a doubtful look, but they were at his place before the conversation could move forward. He paid the taxi driver and took her hand to lead her up.

Once inside the large loft apartment, he watched her expression as he led her to the floor to ceiling windows. He left the lights in the apartment off to present the view at its best. Even he was in awe looking at the completely unobstructed picture of the dark East River and Brooklyn, the
city
, on the other side.

He slid up behind her and pressed his body into hers. “Beautiful isn’t it?”

She turned her head up to him in surprise, but made no move to distance herself from the obvious bulge digging into her back.

“Imagine how hot it would be getting fucked up against this window in full view of the river,” he whispered in her ear.

She twisted around to face him with a kittenish smile on her lips. “You’re so sure you’re going to fuck me tonight? I thought we were supposed to ‘talk,’” she tossed back at him.

“Please tell me you aren’t still stuck on that loser,” he groaned. “Not when you’ve got all this” he opened his arms wide—“to completely erase him from your mind.”

She laughed. “You think you’re that good, huh?”

He came in closer to her. “There’s only one way to find out,” he murmured.

“Okay, let’s see,” she countered, crossing her arms.

“Oh, no, no, no, sweetheart,” he said, shaking his head. “Tonight, I take charge.”

He leaned in so close that her head was pressed back against the window. “Trust me, when I’m finished with you, you won’t even remember your own name, let alone his.”

She blinked in surprise.

“Take off your shirt,” he said.

She hesitated.

“Do it,” he urged, raising one eyebrow.

She bit her lip and hesitated only a moment longer before following his command.

“Now this one,” he said looking down at the tank top that had been underneath.

She turned her head to look out the window

“No one can see us,” he assured her. “Now, do it.”

She grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head, shaking out the curls of her head.

She wasn’t wearing a bra and he looked at her naked breasts greedily. They were small, perfect champagne glasses, with dark, quarter-sized nipples. Beautiful.

Despite towering over her by a good eight inches he bent down as far as possible to take one in his mouth, his hand covering the other one. She sighed as his mouth circled the already hardened nipple. She lifted her hands over her head, pressing the backs against the cool, hard glass, arching her back up towards him.

He bent lower and lower, his lips kissing their way down her stomach. He stopped to dart a tongue into her bellybutton, making her laugh. Eventually, he was on his knees, working at pulling off her boots. She brought one hand down to his hair, running her fingers through the thick lushness of it.

“You have a really nice head of hair,” she mused.

He looked and gave her a wry smile. “You can thank my father for that. One of the few ways he hasn’t managed to embarrass me in life.” He removed her first boot, and flung it behind him, pulling off the sock, then going to work on the second one.

“Hmm, seems like someone has daddy issues,” she teased.

He looked up with a smirk, “Says the girl going after a man who isn’t
quite
45.”

She frowned and tried kicking the boot-covered shoe out of his grip. He held on tightly.

“Stop,” he ordered.

“I do
not
have daddy issues,” she insisted.

He just shrugged, pulling off the boot and sock then stood up in front of her. He placed both hands on either side of her and leaned in close, forcing her bare back against the window. She flinched as the skin hit the cool, hard glass. Then she brought her arms across her breasts.

He smiled down at them then looked back up at her. “I don’t care if you have daddy issues. I don’t care if you’re in love, or just have a crush on this Michael guy.
I
want you for tonight. Monday you can go back to your Mr. Perfect.” He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. “But I promise you, when I’m done, you won’t even know who your
own
daddy is.”

* * *

B
rooklyn stared
up at those startlingly bright, blue eyes. She had a fleeting moment of sobriety as she realized she didn’t really know who this guy was, and here she was topless and barefoot in his apartment as he towered over her five-foot-six frame, back pressed against the window.

It was…dangerously erotic. Something in the way his eyes twinkled let her know she was safe, despite all his dominant advances. And didn’t she want him just as badly? She examined the handsome face, muscular shoulders, lean torso, and well-developed arms trapping her against the window. What woman wouldn’t want to get fucked by a man like this?

He brought his hands up and wrapped them around her wrists, bringing her arms away from her breasts. He took a moment to admire them with a wicked lick of the lips. That look alone caused the nipples to harden again and she knew any resistance on the part of her common sense was futile.

“Take off your jeans,” he ordered.

She stared at him as she went to work unbuttoning her jeans. As she leaned forward to pull them down her legs, he stayed put, leaning his hands against the glass around her. She was forced against his firm chest as she wriggled them down her legs. The smell of him infiltrated her nostrils and she found herself wanting to fall into him, breathing in every part. The second leg proved to be harder to wriggle out of and she fell, awkwardly against him. He immediately brought his arms around to catch her. Her heart rate accelerated so rapidly she thought she might faint.

He held onto her with one strong arm as the other reached down to pull the jeans off her leg. She was far too focused on the feel of him holding her to take note of the fact that she was now in nothing but a pair of thong underwear…in front of an open window…and he had yet to take off a single stitch of clothing.

He brought her back to the window, facing him. There was the initial shock of cold as her back and bare ass cheeks hit the glass. She placed her palms against the window on either side of her, waiting, breathing heavily as his eyes wandered over her nearly naked body.

The lights were still off in the apartment. The streetlights and the surprisingly bright moon were enough for her to see everything going on around her. She wondered how many people on the river or even all the way over in Brooklyn could see her. Brooklyn looking at Brooklyn…she had just enough Happy Endings in her to giggle.

“What?” he asked, smiling.

She shook her head and changed the topic. “When is it your turn?” she asked, nodding at his clothes.

“I like it this way,” he said. “Besides, I’m a gentleman.”

She gave him a puzzled look.

Instead of explaining himself he got back down on his knees and hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong underwear, sliding them down her hips. She lifted her ass off the glass to help him along.

“Well, that’s a bit retro,” he said with a chuckle.

She looked down between her legs to the—trimmed, thank you very much—triangle of hair.

“It’s trimmed!” she protested, bringing one foot up to kick him lightly in the chest. “If I’d known I’d be meeting
Mr. Wrong
tonight I would have groomed to your exact specifications.”

She brought her hands down to grab the sides of the thong that was halfway down her thighs, pulling them back up out of his hands

Alex laughed and gripped her hands, pulling them back down to her sides. “Stop. I like playing a bit of find-the-man-in-the-boat anyway,” he said with a wink up to her.

She bit back the smile that wanted to come to her lips, as he finished taking the underwear off. She stepped out of them and waited, knowing what was coming next and relishing it. She quickly turned her head to look outside. She could see the lights of the bridges in the distance.

Alex hooked one arm underneath her left knee and brought it over his shoulder. The other hand came up, fingers running through the short curls to spread her open even wider. She leaned back against the glass as he dived in tongue-first. The first flick made her gasp in pleasure. The moment he circled her clitoris with his lips she collapsed against the glass, sinking into him.

He flexed his shoulder to support her quivering thigh and brought his hands up around to grab her ass, holding her up as she melted. His mouth went to work, sucking, flicking, and circling the tiny sensitive nub like a miniature pinwheel.

“Oh, Alex,” she breathed. “Yes, yes, yes!”

He just murmured against the tiny button, causing even more ripples of pleasure to run through her body. Brooklyn pressed her cheek into the glass as both her hands came up to grasp the thick head of hair, massaging his head, pressing him into her, deeper and deeper.

If he wanted to make her forget about any other man, he was doing a damn fine job of it. Her thoughts were consumed by the mouth between her legs, tasting her, pleasuring her, making her completely lose control of all her senses. If it hadn’t been for his strong shoulder, the hands holding her up by the ass, and the window she was leaning against, she would have been a puddle on the floor.

The hands around her ass cheeks crept inward until two fingers of one hand were inside her pussy, pressing along the slick walls. A finger from the second hand probed her other hole, using the juices she was already soaked with to sink in. The sensation of having her clit stimulated while two fingers pressed hard against her g-spot and a third penetrated her ass was too much. They didn’t call it The Shocker for nothing. She arched back hard and grabbed his hair screaming out in pleasure.

“Holy fuuuck!” she cried out, ending it with a whimpering mewl.

At that point she couldn’t take any more. She reluctantly pushed his head away, knowing that if he went on she’d lose complete control. She felt the resistance on his part and almost gave in…until another shuddering orgasm ran through her, making her already weak body ache.

“Please,” she moaned, tugging at his hair. “I can’t take anymore.”

Finally he pulled away, removing his fingers and setting her down. She looked down to see him licking her juices from his upper lip and chin.