“I’ll give you that.” He leaned over and kissed Lexi on her cheek. “Ready, babe?”
The look that had been on her face disappeared, and she turned to give her husband a knowing smile. “Of course. After all, as the song goes…”
His eyes lit up as they slid from his sister to me. “Who needs candles and cake…” he sang and stood, pulling Lexi up from the couch. His hand slid to her ass as he drew her into his side. Then his eyes danced with amusement as he sang the R&B song. “‘Birthday sex.’”
Jeremy walked into the room as Ty was finishing the song, and when he heard the words, he stopped in his tracks, his own eyes lighting up. “If I’d have known Ty was going to serenade us, I wouldn’t have gotten those tickets. Although this is kinda weird, you being my brother-in-law and all that. In fact, if you were any other man, I’d probably kick your ass for even thinking about sex while looking at my wife.”
“Banks, have you ever kicked anyone’s ass?”
Jeremy grinned, giving Ty his answer. “I’m a lover, man, not a fighter. Plus, this face is way too pretty to be punched.”
“Pretty?” Ty challenged.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Jeremy answered, and I silently echoed his sentiments.
“Okay, boys. As much as I’d love to stay and watch you verbally spar, I think we should probably get out of here and leave them to it…” Lexi trailed off.
“To do it,” Ty quipped.
Lexi groaned even though she smiled. “And, with that, we’re going. Have a good night, guys. Happy birthday, Sierra,” she said as she crossed the room and gave me a hug. “Love you.”
I returned the hug and maybe gave her an extra squeeze. “Love you, too.”
As soon as Jeremy closed the door behind them, he leaned back against it. “So…birthday sex, huh?” he asked, his gaze heated.
“Who needs candles and cake when I have that?” I said, waving my hand up and down.
“Fucking right,” he murmured.
My desire grew as he tugged his T-shirt over his head, revealing lean muscles. My mouth watered as he did a little striptease with his shorts then slowly slid his boxer briefs down his legs.
When he stood up straight, he held his arms out wide. “Happy birthday, baby,” he grinned. “I was saving the best show for last.”
A beautiful sight, that’s for sure. Jeremy, tan from hours working in the garden, his muscles lean and toned from helping Ty with his side job of flipping houses. He might have been the one selling the homes, but he was hell with a hammer.
In more ways than one.
And, now, I wanted him to hammer into me.
I was drunk on tequila and boy bands, and I wanted Jeremy in a fierce way. Much quicker than he had, I performed a striptease until I was completely naked in my living room. The lust in his gaze was all I needed. He stumbled back a step when I launched myself at him.
“Fuck me or lose me forever!” I announced as I wrapped my legs around his legs.
He was just as ready as I was. My hands gripped his shoulders as he pushed me against the wall and lined his cock up against my entrance. As much as I wanted to slam down onto him, I let him maintain control. I held my breath as he slid into me, inch by glorious inch, until he was buried deep inside.
Oh yeah, there was something to be said about birthday sex.
Hell, every time I had sex with Jeremy was the best.
He retreated and drove into me with a cadence that had me in a frenzy in seconds, and I came faster than I ever had before. I was sure Jeremy had just broken some sort of record. And I was just about to tell him this when he pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead.
My legs tightened around his waist, drawing him in deeper, riding him until he swelled inside me, ready for his own release. Then he gave it to me.
“Happy birthday,” he repeated.
I released a sigh of pleasure and smiled down at him. “You’ll never have to get me another gift again. As long as I have your cock, I have it all,” I informed him.
He grinned and cocked an eyebrow. “Well, that’s good to know. Considering your pussy is the goddess who owns me, you never have to worry about not having it. I’m at your beck and call, baby. You can have me twenty-four-seven.”
“Will you fan me and feed me grapes whenever I ask?”
“Yup.”
“Bathe me when I’m feeling lazy? Massage my skin? Wash my hair?”
He stood back, and his hands held my waist as he lowered me to the floor and gazed down on me. “Consider me your own personal servant.”
“Can I bother you for a massage?” I asked, hopeful.
“I think that can be arranged. Go lie down, baby. I’ll get the wine and the oil.”
As I walked down the hall, I couldn’t help the smile that played on my lips.
Backstreets boys, awesome sex, and a massage?
I was one lucky woman.
Not that I needed the reminder, but still.
Even though I should’ve been sated from our wall sex, I wasn’t. Round two was on the horizon—as soon as his hands caressed my skin with his sensual massage.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispered against my bare skin, the stubble on his cheeks sending pleasurable sensations down to the tips of my toes.
By the time he was done, I was practically quivering with need from the way he’d worked my body over. I whimpered when he rose from the bed, missing his warmth of his naked chest on top of my back. I rolled to the side and propped up on an elbow as he left the room. Then he returned with an oddly shaped box in his hand.
Sitting up, I frowned when he drew near. “What’s this?” I asked.
He handed it to me. Something wicked gleamed in his eyes, which caused my curiosity to grow.
“Happy birthday, Sierra,” he repeated.
“You already got me tickets to the concert, Jeremy.”
“Consider this a mutual gift, then,” he responded then gestured to the box.
I crossed my legs and tore at the paper, tilting my head to the side when I saw what it was. I’d read enough erotic novels to have an idea of what this was, but still. I had to ask.
“An orthopedic bed wedge?” I asked. “What are you trying to say?”
“I want to grow old with you, Sierra. This is a token of my promise that I will love you until we’re old and gray. When our bones are creaky and our skin is wrinkled, I’ll still wanna bang the fuck out of you. I hear those things work well in the bedroom,” he said, wagging his eyebrows.
I couldn’t contain the laughter that bubbled up. “That’s one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me. When your balls are shriveled and you need Viagra, I’ll still ride your cock. As long as my hips can handle it, of course.”
“Baby, with you I’ll never need a little blue pill. And you better start drinking more milk. Your hips need to be strong.” His eyes gleamed with wicked delight as he leaned over and gave me a kiss. “I love you.”
My laughter died down. I smiled at him and pulled him on top of me so our naked bodies were aligned. I used my free hand to guide him to my core, and he sank into me without hesitation.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
Sure, I’d already gotten my birthday sex, but I hadn’t nearly gotten my fill. Making love with Jeremy was one of my favorite pastimes. Every time, he met my needs. Hell, he exceeded them. And then he bought me an orthopedic bed wedge to use as a sex toy…
I couldn’t not be with him again tonight.
Unlike in the hall, Jeremy loved me slowly. Surely. Sweetly. So deliberately, his movements methodical while his thumb stroked my clit.
God, I loved him.
“I want it, Jeremy,” I said, breaking the silence as I wrapped my arms tighter around his back, drawing him in deeper.
“What do you want, baby?” he coaxed, stilling inside me. His body covered mine, and he braced himself on his elbows, bringing one hand up to push my bangs out of my face. His eyes were intense, swirling like the richest chocolate milk and gazing at me as if I held the answer to all of life’s greatest mysteries. “Tell me what you want.”