Yours Book 2: Gaining Experience (Yours Series) (13 page)

I consider following Faraz and going somewhere where I can get answers. However, I am stopped in my tracks by the sound of Sephora’s laughter ringing in the air dancing through the music that is starting anew. I turn to find the source of her joy and wanting to see that gorgeous smile on her face. Only when I find her my blood pressure nearly shoots through the roof.

There is a Black brother standing on each side of her and not the one Black that I trust her around. Ryan and Braxton are standing a bit too close for my liking. I have been meaning to get some face time with Ryan Black. Wyatt is the only reason I haven’t sooner. His baby brother is very lucky Wyatt is like a brother to me himself.

I move over to them with purpose. I see the moment Sephora feels me coming. The smile drains from her face and she looks up in my direction. Ryan looks down at her and frowns, then looks up to see was Sephora is looking at.

The little shit actually smirks. Surely knowing he is going to piss me off he tosses an arm over Sephora’s shoulder and winks at me. Sephora looks up and scowls at him, elbowing him in the side, but that is not enough.

I’ve known Ryan since before he could piss straight. Anytime he would join Wyatt on one of our little get togethers when we were younger, I remember him being the curious one that didn’t miss a thing. I could give two shits that he is now taller than I am. I’ll kick Ryan’s ass.

I walk right up to him and stand right in his face. Not looking away from his eyes as I reach out and wrap my arm around Sephora’s waist and pull her to me. I am standing inches away from Ryan, but not close enough to have to look up at him.

Ryan is six-seven and built, but not as thick as Noah or Wyatt. That doesn’t take away from the fact that I am six –three and I never miss a day of my workout. I look him in his golden eyes, so much like one of my best friends. He doesn’t so much as flinch, and neither do I.

Sephora sighs beside me placing a hand on my chest. “This is so unnecessary,” Sephora huffs. “Stop being an ass to my boyfriend, Ry.”

Ryan chuckles and throws an arm around me to pull me into a hug. “You’re getting soft in your old age or is it that you’re pussy whipped? The Nick I remember would have tried to kick my ass by now, so disappointing, bro,” Ryan laughs into my ear.

I shrug Ry off and slap him in the back of the head hard. “Keep your pretty little ass away from Sephora, Ry. Put your lips on my woman ever again, baby Black and I’m going to fuck you up,” I hiss. I glare at Ryan for a few beats before I smile and pull him back in for a hug. “What are you two little shitheads doing here?”

You’ve guessed it. I have a soft spot for each of Wyatt’s brothers. I have thought about really kicking Ryan’s ass, but in truth Wyatt was not the only reason I haven’t. Over the years the Black family has become a second family to me. Joe Black has kept an eye on my little problem from afar.

Not many know how close I really am to the entire family. It is better that way. I can’t have my enemies knowing just how close I am to revealing them.

“Little, I outgrew you three years ago,” Ryan snorts.

“Who you calling pretty, Lincoln,” Braxton chuckles. “You do know there are six of us you’ll have to go through before you can kick Ry’s ass don’t you?”

I shrug, “Wouldn’t be the first time. Where were you when he was putting the moves on my innocent girl,” I ask Braxton as I kiss the top of Sephora’s head.

“Up Heather’s ass, where else,” Ryan chuckles.

“Fuck you, you’re the dumb fucker that goes and gets a crush on a girl that is in love with practically family. Felix warned your dumb ass,” Braxton grunts and shakes his head.

Ryan’s cheeks turn red and he rubs the back of his neck. “Can you blame me,” Ryan peeks at Sephora through his lashes.

I look at Sephora at last to see she is ducking away shyly. She is so perfect I can’t blame him. I don’t like it, but I don’t blame him. I was gone years ago, just after one look.

“You do know if you were anyone else I would have had you buried alive somewhere,” I toss at Ryan.

“Yeah, yeah, what’s new. Anyway to answer your question we are here to see you,” Ryan says becoming more serious. I take the look in his eyes for what it is. Joe knows something I need.

I turn to Sephora. “I think you should go talk to your mother,” I say and give her a look that brokers no arguments.

Sephora searches my face for a moment, but nods and turns to leave. I watch her walking away, wishing I was going with her. I turn when I hear a groan from behind me.

“I hate you, Lincoln,” Ryan says when I turn to catch his eyes on my woman’s ass.

“Not as much as I hate you, kid,” I snort.

“Yeah, well there is someone that hates you more, Nick. Dad wants us to watch Sophi for a while. It can’t be someone from your team and you can’t increase her security without throwing up red flags,” Braxton says.

“I know you are not going to like this, but we think we can pull this off if we start to come around to hang with Sophi and Kimmie more. We have history with Kimmie and a little with Sophi no one will be too suspicious,” Ryan grumbles. “We even think it is good that you and I have a little conflict.”

I glare at Ryan hard before turning to Braxton. “You’re close, we almost have what we need,” I ask.

“We’re getting closer. Felix knows he is being watched. So is Wyatt. Wyatt won’t let Nellie near this one,” Braxton says.

“That leaves me and Johnathan doing what we can without being detected,” Ryan says in frustration.

I nod. “Do what you have to,” I agree.

S
ephora

I
didn’t
like the look in Nick’s eyes when Ryan said he and Braxton were here to see him. I walked away reluctantly. I am pretty sure they are not going to break out into a fight over me, although I wasn’t so sure at first. No, that is not why I am worried. There was something else in Nick’s eyes.

I have to get to the bottom of what is going on. Nick may not say it but I can see that he is stressed. More and more business deals have been turning sideways. Nick has worked so hard I don’t want to see him lose it all. Not if there is something I can do to stop it.

“Relax your face, before you end up with permanent wrinkles,” my mother says from beside me.

I didn’t seek her out like Nick said to. Instead, I found a corner I could watch Nick, Ryan, and Braxton from. I have tried to steer clear of mother all night.

Instead of listening to her words I frown deeper. I am surprised when she laughs at me and places an arm around my waist. I tear my eyes away from Nick and the Black brothers to give her my full attention.

“He loves you and that is all a mother really wants for her daughter,” my mother starts. She reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Do you know your name means Bird. You were this little delicate, precious thing that they placed in my arms. Like a small sweet bird. You were so tiny then, but I knew one day you would soar. My little genius.

“I question whether I did things right with you. Some would say I didn’t, but I say the jury is still out. You are becoming everything I wanted you to be and more. My little one, my bird, my star,” she kisses me on the cheek and I am stunned into silence.

She is still staring at me smiling when I feel a large hand wrap around my wrist. I don’t have to turn to see who it is. Nick’s long fingers send a bolt of electricity up my arm.

“Faraz, if you don’t mind,” Nick says not waiting for a response.

I gasp as he drags me behind him across the reception hall. Ettie would pick a castle to be married in. This place is huge and my short legs in these stilts are having a hard time keeping up with Nick’s long legs. Nick grunts in determined frustration as we make it across the room.

Without warning, he wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me off my feet. I start to laugh and bury my face in his neck. I guess the wait is over.

* * *

N
ick

After hearing that Joe Black feels that Sephora needs to be watched more closely for her safety something snapped inside me. I have almost kept her under lock and key over the last month. I know we can’t live like this forever, especially with the next step I need to take in our relationship before I propose.

I need to touch her, I need to be inside her, I need to feel her in my arms. I won’t wait any longer. A drunk guest outside the reception hall tries to stop us to talk to me, but I blow right pass him. I happen to own the estate, so I know the layout. It was a smart investment a few years back. I make plenty of money off of corporate events and weddings.

Right now, I am just happy I know the place well enough to have the exact place I need in mind. I jog up the stairs with Sephora tucked into my side. Her warm breath on my neck and the tiny giggles coming from her lips, egg me on to rush to privacy. I skip the second floor of the large castle like estate and make my way to the restricted third floor.

Once inside the room I am looking for, I push my way through the heavy doors into the room. I move over to the vanity, placing Sephora onto her feet in front of it. I stare at her hungrily as I remove my jacket and tie.

We still have to return to the wedding so I will do my best not to have us return a complete mess. However, it is taking strengthen I never knew I had to even care. Sephora stands watching me knowing how much I like to unwrap her for myself.

Once my jacket and tie are neatly placed on a nearby bench, I reach for Sephora’s waist. My patience has neared its peek and I don’t think I want to take this sexy dress off of her anyway. The shoes are definitely staying on.

“You know what I want,” I say against her lips before giving her a quick peck.

“Yes,” she moans and like the obedient little butterfly she is, she turns and places both hands on the vanity.

I step behind her and gather her hair in my hands to place it over one shoulder.
I’ll get back to that in a moment.
I look her over and lick my lips. Her ass looks amazing in this dress.

I want to enjoy the view more, but time is limited for what I have in store. I reach for the hem of her dress and gently slide it up her hips, inch by slow inch. When her chocolate globes come into view I groan and bite down hard on my lip.

You wouldn’t know that I had this woman this morning right before she left to join her sister for her special day. Ever impatient to taste her I drop to my knees and pull aside her thong. My first lick of her sweet pussy is met with a gush of her juices.

“Yes, just the way I like it, Baby. So nice and wet for me. This is for me isn’t it,” I growl against her core.

“Yes, always,” she whimpers.

“Are you sure?” I ask giving her left cheek a slap, knowing how much she loves it when I slap her lush ass.

“Yes, I’m sure Nick. Please,” she begs just the way I like.

I run my hands from the very sexy straps at her ankles up over her calves, up her thighs and over the globes of her ass. I can hear her panting at my touch. I reach for her thong again and this time move it on the outside of her right cheek to keep it out of my way.

I palm both her cheeks and watch as I part her ass and folds with my long fingers. I love her scent. As I open her to me it hits me hard, making my mouth water. Not able to take it one more minute, I dive in face first.

I suck and lick her pussy lips like the long awaited meal this is. I want to eat every inch of this wet pussy. I devour her like I have never tasted her before. Sephora knows me and knows that no matter where we are I want to hear the sound of her pleasure. She doesn’t disappoint either.

“Ahh, yes, Nick, yes,” her cries fill the large room echoing off the walls and high ceiling.

It is my own personal concert and I love it. I push in two fingers and find her sweet spot with little effort. I know this body so well. I hum into her folds when her warmth gushes a little more into my mouth. She is close, but not there yet.
We’ll just have to fix that.

I slap her ass again with my free hand. Sephora is a feeler. She thrives from sensations derived by touch. The more I touch her the more she soars. My touch just happens to be the magic touch that unlocks her deepest, darkest secrets and right now I want her to bare all.

“Oh shit, Nick,
yeesssss
,” she keens like a little porn star. It is sexy as fuck, her inhibitions are long forgotten and right now she only knows me and my touch. Just the way I want it.

I latch onto her clit and finish what I started. I relish the taste of her as she squirts in my mouth. I don’t think I have ever seen her this wet. I want to lap her up and do it all again, but time is of the essence here. I have too much planned to get lost in just tasting her.

I lift to my feet and chuckle as I look down at Sephora with her head pressed into the top of the vanity as she tries to catch her breath. Her ass is in the air almost like an invitation. I take her up on the invite.

Releasing my belt, I make quick work of pushing my pants down my hips. I plunge into her wet tight heat. We both groan in unison as I push into the halt. I grit my teeth as her pussy pulses around me from the aftershocks of her last orgasm.

“Shit, Baby,” I groan and place my head between her shoulder blades.

She whimpers something intangible into the vanity top. From the flutter of her walls around me as I move slowly in and out I know she is making her way right into another orgasm. I grab her hips and increase my pace. It is too good to slow down.

“You feel so good,” I grunt.

I curse as the thong I pushed aside rolls back between her legs and starts to chafe my cock. I grab the thin string of fabric and snap it. With my foot and nudge her legs further apart.

I am going insane. Her pussy is so wet. She has never been this wet before. The room fills with the sound of my pelvis slapping her ass, her wet pussy smacking and slurping its lips around my cock and our collective moans, groans and cries. Music to my ears if I ever heard it.

“Sephora,” my voice husks as I try to ground myself from falling over the edge. I lift my head and look at her in the vanity mirror. “Look at me.”

She follows the command in my voice and her eyes meet mine in the mirror. I love the passion I see in her eyes. Sephora bites her lip and gives me this face that tells me all her secrets. I slip my hand into the open v of her dress and cup one of her breasts. I growl when I am denied access to her bare flesh by whatever tape that’s holding her tits in place under the dress.

I want those lips.
I reach for her hair, fisting it and wrapping it around my arm. I tug her head back until her lips are within reach. I cover her lush lips just as a scream escapes them, capturing my name in her sexy mouth.

“No one touches what’s mine,” I growl as the seriousness of the months to come slams into me.

My words trigger both our release. I come hard with a roar. It is well worth the wait. But I’m not done. I return my forehead to the damp flesh on her back to catch my breath for the next round.

“I need to enjoy you while I can, our lives are about to get very busy, Baby,” I sigh once I catch my breath.