His head went back again with a harder groan, thrashing, stomach muscles rolling with more pleasure spasms. Sofia had never experienced anything so arousing. She stroked along his inner thighs, getting hungrier to see him feel good. She pressed them open wide, forcing them to the bed and Daniel bucked and arched his back. God!

  Sofia began playing with her pussy, moaning with him. He gasped, watching her now, his eyes heavy with desire. “Sofia,” he gasped, his hand stroking faster along his length.

  “Oh baby,” she moaned, watching him while rubbing her clit faster. “You look so hot jacking off. God it makes me crazy.”

  His body suddenly locked up in orgasm and he stifled a roar, his sexy frame bowing under the intensity. Sofia kept his legs wide open, making him take it that way, nearly beside herself with excitement. “Yes yes make it feel good.” She lowered and kissed the head, licking at the last of the liquid desire on the tip, her other hand caressing his tight balls tenderly. When he’d groaned his last, she kissed her way up his body and nestled herself along his side, as close as she could get, lips on his heaving chest. “You were amazing,” she whispered, embracing him tight.

  He turned on his side and wrapped her in his limbs. “I love you Sofia.”

  Chapter Six

  Daniel woke up at exactly two in the morning and lay awake, thinking. Thinking about his brother and his devious scheming. Before long, his body was rigid in fury. That prick. How dare he bring that woman to my house. Didn’t know my ass. And he had Sofia eating out of the palm of his hands with his pity bullshit.

  What the talented and handsome Mr. Sethy needed was something to do. Away from them. But what? What, what, fucking what.

  What about their honeymoon? Maybe Seth could…go to Florida and take some time to plan the perfect nirvana for them. A lot of time. Hell, getting rid of him for a week would be nirvana. He could think of something for Seth to do after. Keep him occupied till the wedding then he was history. Daniel would find him a place, a job, and a life. Amen.

  And the Florida thing would look oh so legitimate, and Sofia would love him for thinking of it and trying hard to involve his brother. Well, after he convinced her he was doing it for the right reason. That shouldn’t be a problem.

  ****

  “Dara’s flying in early!” Sofia squealed putting down her cellphone and flying out of the bed.

  “Wait…” Daniel kicked off the covers and sat up, rubbing his eyes. “How early?”

  He watched Sofia dance into the closet. “Today!”

  “What? That’s a whole…” Daniel paused remembering Dara was his original plan of distraction for Seth. This was perfect. Would seem even less conspicuous if Seth and Dara left to “help” plot out their honeymoon. “Wow. Great.”

  “Oh my God, I’m so excited! Hurry, we have to pick her up in two hours!” Sofia flew into the bathroom flashing Daniel her naked ass before she shut the door.

  Mmm. Breakfast.

  He threw off the covers and went into the bathroom. “What time?” he asked, staring at his soon to be wife through the glass, having a hard time keeping his morning relief inside the toilet.

  “Two hours, oh my God, I can’t believe I’m finally going to meet her in real life!”

  Daniel didn’t hear a word as his gaze communicated things like suck, lick, bite, finger, touch, kiss, moan, scream his name.

  She peeked over her shoulder as though hearing the delicious conversation playing through his mind. He gave her a half grin and opened the shower door. Her hair away from her face showed off those tiny features, making her look extremely innocent. Except for the look in her eyes and the sexy smile on her lips, she was an angel. His angel.

  The second he shut the shower door, she launched on him and wrapped her legs around his waist. He gasped, catching her. “God damn,” he breathed in her mouth as she kissed him with a dizzying passion. She held his neck tight with both her hands while making hungry noises. Daniel groaned back, helping work her sex against his abs.

  “God fuck me,” she cried, sounding like she’d die if he didn’t.

  He placed her back against the shower and positioned his cock at her entrance. Holding her waist tight, he only allowed the head to enter her exquisite silk. He dropped his head back and growled at how fucking good it was. Slow. He wanted slow if it killed them both.

  She squirmed in his hands, trying to work her way down. He shook his head, gasping for oxygen in the steamy space. “Wait,” he barely managed to communicate.

  “Please, fu—”

  Daniel stifled her tormented beg with a kiss, stroking the recesses of her mouth. He slid his cock in more and she gasped, letting her head fall back. Daniel devoured her neck, loving the feel of her wet skin on his tongue and lips.

  God she wanted it so bad. She squirmed in his hands and clawed at his shoulders trying to force herself all the way on to his aching cock. Her moans were getting desperate, ready to fight for what she had to have. And that drove Daniel to want her to.

  “God give it Daniel, please.”

  Using all his strength to keep his threadbare control, he didn’t answer, he only dug his fingers more into her waist, holding her still. He finally managed to give the instructions he needed her to hear. “Play with yourself.” He even managed his favorite word in all the world. “Sofia.”

  “Oh God, you’re killing me,” she gasped, doing as he said.

  The second she buried her fingers between her pussy lips, he lost it and jerked her onto his cock entirely. She screamed and Daniel swore, realizing she’d been teased too long. So had he. He sprinted with her to the finish line, flicking his hips in rigorous abandon, his groans increasing with every thrust, molten pulse racing toward that point of release in his body. Sofia made it all perfect as she screamed his name. Daniel wrapped her in his arms for the final thrusts, sealing her body to his until she was all he thought, felt, and knew.

  As she squirmed her final spasms while pressed tight to his body, he wondered what more on earth was there to need or want, but her?

  ****

  Everything was on schedule. Daniel was the perfect big brother inviting the talented and handsome Seth with them to retrieve the Romanian package named Dara. Pronounced like Dahhruh, Sofia instructed enough times to know the woman didn’t appreciate you getting it wrong. He hoped she wasn’t too high maintenance. Then again, she was Seth’s problem.

  “So why do I have to babysit this woman?” Seth asked from the back seat.

  Sofia gasped. “Babysit, no, who said you had to babysit her?”

  Daniel braced for his answer.

  “Oh, nobody, I just…assumed.”

  Daniel released a breath, glad he didn’t mention their little Dara talk just before leaving.

  “She’s a grown woman,” Sofia said, “and trust me, she does not need anybody, much less a babysitter.” Sofia turned in her seat. “Did you not see her picture? She’s beautiful, don’t you think you might…you know?”

  Seth muttered, “Well there’s Rene.”

  Sofia jerked forward in her seat but Daniel caught the tail end of an eye roll, and grinned. Sofia dug through her purse and presented Dara’s picture. “She is ten times prettier than Rene and nicer.”

  “Rene’s nice,” Seth said, trying to argue but doing a poor job.

  Sofia showed Daniel the picture again as though that would spread her beauty’s influence. He nodded. “Yes, much prettier by far. If I weren’t with Sofia—”

  Sofia punched Daniel’s arm. “That’s quite enough Romeo.” She put the picture back in her purse and turned to Seth again. “But Dara will need a friend?”

  “Aren’t you and her…” Seth mumbled.

  “Yes, but I mean…when me and Daniel need some alone time?”

  “You’ll need a babysitter,” Seth said, not happy.

  Daniel intervened. “I’m officially removing you from bakery duties and putting you on Dara duty. With a five dollar raise.”

  A few moments of silence and Seth chuckled. “You drive a hard bargain Mr. Fletcher. And since I do need the extra cash, it’s a deal.”

  Sofia squealed and clapped, then gushed, “But don’t let her know we’re paying you, whatever you do, my God she’d be so offended. And if it ever comes out, I didn’t know a damn thing.”

  “Our lips are sealed,” Daniel said, and Seth agreed with a for sure mutter.

  Fifteen minutes later, they stood watching the doorway that their Dara would exit from. “Let me see her picture again,” Daniel whispered, not wanting her to slip through his grasp. Sofia handed it to him and Seth leaned and looked as well.

  Daniel elbowed him lightly with a grin and Seth shrugged, acting uninterested in the Romanian beauty. Daniel resisted a snort. Bastard was resisting why? Because he didn’t like obstacles between him and Sofia, that’s why. Too bad fucktard.

  Daniel’s gaze slid over Sofia in her perfectly fitted blue jeans and sweet pink t-shirt. She had her hair in a ponytail with no make-up…because Dara was a natural beauty and she wanted to make her feel at home. Daniel was glad Sofia went all natural, any prettier and he’d be a useless Sofia zombie, tripping on his dick.

  A woman started waving at us and Daniel stared. He looked at the picture closely then back at the woman who called to Sofia with a huge smile. Uh oh.

  “Oh my God,” Sofia whispered.

  “Oh my God,” Daniel whispered back.

  “Holy shit,” Seth added, laughter in his voice.

  This couldn’t be happening.

  Oh yes it could, of course it could, this kind of shit always happened to him without fail, all his life. He needed a beautiful Dara and instead he got a two hundred pound, lied-her-ass-off-on-the-internet, squealing Romanian in a giant red moomoo dress.

  “Since my job doubled, does my pay?” Seth muttered.

  Daniel was speechless as he numbly waved. “Just help me get through this without accidentally offending her and I’ll triple your pay. Fuck!”

  “Yeah, you do the same for me.”

  “Shh!” Sofia snapped before rushing to embrace her friend.

  “I’ll get her bags,” Daniel said.

  Seth grabbed his arm. “That would be my job thank you.” He hurried ahead to the bag station.

  “And there goes Daniel’s brother,” Sofia said, wondering.

  “He’s going get her bags.” Daniel held a hand out to Dara.

  She gasped, looking him over then bounced black bushy caterpillar brows at him. “He looks even yummier in person, momma!” She whacked his hand away. “For you, a hug.” She slammed him with her body and Daniel had to wrap his arms around her to keep from being knocked on his ass. She laughed boisterously. “Such a fine man Sofia!”

  Sofia laughed a bit too loudly. “Yes that he is. Very fine man. In every way.”

  The beast of a woman finally released him and Daniel returned the compliment, “You look…amazing, I’m so glad you’ve come.”

  God help him.

  “Nonsense!” Then something in Romanian. “The pleasure is me.”

  Chapter Seven

  The drive back to the house was priceless. Daniel wished he’d had a recorder for every time Seth said “oh my.” He could create a lullaby with it and sleep like a baby with a shit-eating grin on his face for eternity. And every time she leaned her head toward him—which was often—he knew it accompanied touchy feely, hopefully gropey contact. Just that alone was worth his life savings.

  At home, Sofia helped Dara get settled in her room and Daniel and Seth prepared to cook for the women. Daniel insisted. His treat from America to Romania. Seth finally let out a huge sigh. “Look, I can’t handle her—”

  “Oh yes you can,” Daniel cut him off. “And you will. I need you.” It dawned on Daniel that he had no authority over Seth and he suddenly panicked. “Please!”

  Seth rolled his eyes and leaned his back against the counter. “She touches too much.”

  Like that was the one thing he couldn’t handle. “So don’t get too close.”

  Seth’s eyes widened. “Have you not noticed she’s a frikn freight train? No,” he covered his eyes a moment. “More like a marshmallow of estrogen in a red robe and suction cups for hands.” He gasped, his eyes wide. “And she touches me.”

  Daniel couldn’t hold his laughter back any more. God he was funny. “Oh my,” Daniel mocked.

  “This so isn’t funny man. I don’t like being touched.”

  Daniel doubled over, holding the counter, breathless. “Oh my,” he finally managed.

  “Maybe I could get Rene—”

  Daniel sobered immediately and straightened, making sure they were still alone. “Don’t fucking bring her back over here.”

  “And why not?”

  Daniel glared at him, not liking the challenge in his tone. But he also knew he needed him now that Dara was going to be maintenance with no returns.

  Shit.

  “Because we have a history.”

  “No shit,” Seth said dryly.

  “You knew that,” Daniel accused lightly.

  Seth snorted with a smirk. “You think I want your leftovers brother? I knew when she said it. I assure you if I had known before, I wouldn’t have touched her.”

  Daniel eyed him, trying to read through his bullshit. “Too good for leftovers?”

  Seth met his gaze confidently. “Damn right.”

  Hm. Admirable if Seth wasn’t full of it. He saw through that false cockiness. The kind you got from lies and make believe. “Fair enough. So what do you want from me Seth? How much money will it take to get you to help me?”

  Seth’s jaw ticked and Daniel braced for the wheels turning in his eyes. He turned his head away and shrugged. “I’ll take ten thousand for two weeks. Then I’ll disappear.”

  The word disappear prevented Daniel from outright laughing in his face. But ten thousand? Ballsy little bastard. As much as Sofia wanted him here, he was willing to deal with her disappointment when he left. Plus she still had Dara. The wedding was almost there anyway, only…shit not long. “Can you make it look real?”

  “For ten more, I’m in love,” Seth said with a shrug.

  Twenty thousand? “Five more. And not that far, I don’t want her hurt. Just…build her self-esteem a little maybe. Show her a good time.”

  “Fine, you got a deal.”

  “I don’t deal without a signature on a dotted line,” Daniel said.

  “Fine again.”

  “I’ll draw up a contract tonight.”

  “You do that brother.”

  Daniel ignored the twinge of guilt that sliced through him. He wasn’t a brother to anybody. Never was, never would be, didn’t care to start now.

  “And one more thing,” Daniel said.

  Seth’s jaw moved like his tongue was restless, waiting.

  “No fat jokes about Dara. We had an aunt that died of obesity related illnesses. She was a wonderful person. All fat people are…people, nobody aspires to be fat.”

  “No fat jokes will cost five thousand more.”

  Daniel narrowed his gaze.

  “It’s a joke,” Seth said dryly.

  “What smells so goooood,” Dara sang, sashaying into the kitchen like she owned it, doing a strange hip thrusting jig as she approached. She’d changed her body draperies from royal red to royal blue. Her face was as beautiful as her picture, it was a shame she didn’t maybe…dress a little better. And groom her hair and…brows.

  “It’s called Chicken Fricassee. You’ll love it,” Daniel said.

  She smiled then winked at Seth. They both suddenly seemed like two positive ends of a battery, with every step Dara took toward him, he took away.

  “Sounds strange and delicious.” She eyed Seth and waved him over. “Come here, I’m not going to bite. Well, not hard.” She busted out in cackles that echoed in the kitchen.

  “What’s so funny?” Sofia asked, strolling in next.

  Daniel’s heart skipped a beat at seeing her. His entire body ached to touch and taste. Especially with what she wore. Spaghetti strapped long flowing white dress. She left her hair down and simple, tucked behind one ear. She met his hungry gaze and smiled shyly with a little wave. Oh God he needed her.

  “I have something for Dara.” Daniel shut off the stove and headed toward the back. “Sofia, come and help me find it.”

  He waited in his room at the door. She held his gaze as she walked in and the second she was through it, he shut and locked it.

  “What do you have?” she asked.

  He shook his head, staring at her chest. “I’ll figure it out after.”

  She bit down on her lower lip. “After what?”

  “Oh, I think you know.” His voice deepened with desire and he looked at her breasts, smiling. “Your nipples definitely know.” He removed his t-shirt and stood there, enjoying her reaction to him.

  Her excitement was palpable as she did a slow body scan. Her gaze stopped at his groin where he cupped himself.

  “Do you know how hard I am for you?” He worked his grip over himself and her eyes strayed only as far as his chest then slowly roamed back down over every muscle he used. He took the three steps that separated them and stood before her.

  She reached for him and he caught her wrists then lowered them. “Me first.”

  All smiles gone, he stroked the backs of his index fingers over her hard nipples pushing through the thin fabric. “Mmm, feels good,” he whispered at her first moan.

  She nodded a little, her chest rising and falling more with each pass.

  “Look at me. Sofia.”

  She looked up at him, desire weighing her lids down, her shiny lips parted. Her brows drew together as he stroked exactly over both tips.

  “Right there?”

  “Yes,” she barely managed, her eyes closing.

  Daniel leaned and placed a soft kiss on her parted lips. She remained obediently still, not even moving her lips. He really liked that. He kissed tenderly and slowly along her top lip. Then her lower. Her breath strained with whimpers when he followed with licks, then sucks. She gave small cries when he nibbled.

  He lowered to his knees and slid his hands over her breasts then sides, over her hips, and thighs, all the way to her ankles. He looked back up at her, lifting the hem of the dress a little. “Take it off.”

 

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