The Buchanan’s Baby (Buchanan Brothers #7)(11)
Author: Alexx Andria

"Is that so? And you have the look of a woman who knows exactly what she wants."

She smiled. "Want to get out of here?"

It was on the tip of his tongue to politely decline but then he realized he had no reason to say no. Here was a perfectly delectable woman, who was plainly interested, and yet he wasn’t readily gobbling up what she had to offer. What the hell was wrong with him? Vince was right. He was totally off his game. He tossed a few bills on the table for the tab and said with a grin, "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

She grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the door. "I already told you," she answered playfully. "Sex on the beach."

"Sounds good to me."

All he needed was the right motivation to get his head on straight, he told himself. As soon as he had those big pillowy tits in his mouth, he’d forget all about Shannon and her lean body.

He texted a quick message to Vince to let him he was bouncing with a hot chick and Vince responded with a thumbs-up emoticon. Since Vince had driven them, they took the girl’s car. “So where is this beach?”

“There’s a private place I like to go to listen to the waves at night. It’s pretty,” she told him, smiling. He shrugged, enjoying the prospect of shutting his brain off and letting his cock make the decisions. When they arrived, she went to the trunk and pulled out a blanket, smiling. “I come here a lot.”

“To fuck or to listen to the waves?” he asked, half-joking.

She sent him another dazzling smile as she answered, “Both.”

He carried the blanket for her as they navigated the shifting sand and finally settled in a quiet, secluded spot. Nolan spread the blanket and the woman nestled in beside him. She was delightfully petite but full and curvy in all the right spots. Vince would’ve loved fucking this little morsel. Perhaps he should’ve introduced them. She was nothing like Shannon — which was a good thing, he told himself sternly as he forced a smile for the woman’s benefit. “What’s your name?” he asked, idly wondering if her nipples were a dusky rose or a chocolate brown.

“CeCe,” she answered, already plucking at the buttons on his shirt. “What’s yours?”

“Nolan,” he answered, enjoying the kiss of balmy night air on his exposed skin. “Do you always pick up strange men at clubs?”

“Only the ones I want to fuck,” she answered simply and he laughed, appreciating her honesty. He swallowed his next quip when she delved behind his zipper and her firm hand gripped his cock with practiced experience. She smiled with approval at his girth and length, her gaze lighting with delight at the prospect. “You have a nice, thick cock, Nolan,” she murmured, as she released him and gazed up at him. “How good are you with your tongue?”

“No complaints yet,” he answered, feeling that familiar tingle at the base of his groin as arousal finally started to awaken his sex drive. He lifted her short skirt to her hips and saw the plump little folds of her bare pussy hiding her clit. He lowered his head and nuzzled her flesh, closing his eyes against the oddly dampening thought that this was a bad idea, and refocused on the fact that he had his face two inches from a woman’s pussy — generally speaking, his favorite place to be — and his cock was slowly hardening, ready for action.

Everything seemed right and perfect— except it wasn’t. Damn it, he thought to himself. Get in the game!

Determined to feel more like himself in his own skin, Nolan purposefully lowered his mouth to her cleft and plunged his tongue deep inside. The minute he tasted her flesh, he was reminded of how Shannon tasted and how her unique scent had driven him wild. It was baffling how three years had gone by without a whisper of Shannon in his mind but now that he’d seen her again, it was as if his brain was infected with some kind of virus and all he could think of was Shannon.

“Oh yes!” CeCe moaned, threading her fingers through his hair and yanking hard enough to irritate. Jesus, woman. Are you pulling weeds? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate. If he stopped now, he’d never live it down. He had a reputation to protect at the very least. Working on auto-pilot, he listened to her breathy moans as a key to what she enjoyed and varying speed and tempo, he easily brought her to climax, but his cock had completely fallen asleep, going flaccid and pathetic like that of an 80-year-old man. He lifted his head and wiped his mouth, wishing he had some of that shitty whiskey right about now. CeCe gazed at him with sleepy, happy eyes until she realized he was buttoning his pants. “What are you doing?” she asked, sitting up suddenly, her expression confused. “We’re just getting started.”

“I’m sorry, I’m kind of tired.  Would you mind if we went back to the club? I need to find my brother and get back to the hotel.”

“Are you kidding me?” she demanded, her stare losing her sparkle and turning hard. “I thought we were going to fuck?”

“Yeah, I had high hopes, too but it seems I’m not as horny as I thought.”

Her gaze dropped to his groin and her mouth tightened as she scrambled to her feet, pulling her skirt down and jerking the blanket out from beneath him. “Find your own way back to the club, asshole!” she hissed and stomped back to her car, leaving him standing on the beach.

Shouldn’t it count for something that he’d made her cum?

Hmm…guess not. This must be how women felt after they’d given a guy a blowjob and the guy still blew them off. Not a nice feeling, he noted.

But he knew there was no way he could’ve faked sex when his cock plainly didn’t want to play.

And now he was stranded on a beach with no clue as to where he was.

He texted Vince but after ten minutes and no response, he started walking. He was half tempted to call Shannon but the second the idea popped in his head he discarded it as dangerously ludicrous. Why would he call Shannon? Explaining why he was stranded on a beach in the first place wasn’t bound to make him look like the good guy that he’d ardently professed he was. And, the idea of admitting to Shannon he’d just had his tongue in someone else’s pussy made him squirm with something that felt a lot like guilt though why he didn’t know. They weren’t a couple; she had no claim on him.

Except…he wanted her.

There. He said it. He wanted her.

He wanted her so badly he could think of nothing else and he didn’t think it had anything to do with the fact that she was his baby mama.