Afterglow: A Brother's Best Friend Romance, page 15
I chuckle. “Why don’t you come in and have a seat? Izzy is just finishing up.”
“I googled the restaurant we are going to. Do you know where you will be sitting?”
“I’m assuming it’s close to the kitchen. I’m friends with the owner, so he’ll want to come out and chat from time to time.”
“Sounds good. I’ll keep that in mind. And it’s still just Leo we are looking out for?”
“As far as we know.”
He nods and makes a few notes on his phone.
“Are we ready to go?” Izzy asks as she steps out in the black, satin, one-shoulder, floor-length dress I picked out for her, making my heart race.
I’ve never had a woman steal my breath before, but Izzy is doing just that. Her makeup is done with sultry smokey eyes and bright red lipstick to match the stilettos she’s wearing. The dress clings to her body and has a large slit going almost up to her hip. Damn, she looks fucking good enough to eat. Unfortunately, that will have to wait until after dinner.
“If you’re ready, we’re ready,” I say, walking over to her with pure lust in my eyes.
Leaning down, I steal a kiss, and she melts into me. I deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth and pulling her in tight. She lets out a quiet moan, and I’m sure she can feel my already growing erection.
“Maybe we should just stay home,” she suggests breathlessly when we come up for air.
I snicker and shake my head.
“No, princess. I want to show you off.”
She sighs and straightens her spine. “Fine,” she mutters, strutting toward the elevator and hitting the call button.
Nixon stands and waits beside us before we all enter.
“How are you tonight, Nixon?” Izzy asks.
“I’m well, thanks for asking. How are you?”
“I’m getting better. I want to go shopping this week for back-to-school stuff. Can I text you when I want to leave?”
Nixon looks at me for permission, and I nod.
“If you could give me an hour’s notice, that would be appreciated, but yes, if you send me a text, I’ll take you wherever you need to go,” he assures her, and she smiles.
“Perfect. I’ll let you know. I’m thinking Tuesday afternoon.”
He nods, and once the elevator opens into the parking garage, he guides us to the SUV.
The ride to the restaurant is quiet, and I wonder what is going through Izzy’s mind. I’m tempted to tease her, giving her a sample of what the night has in store, but I don’t want to ruin the element of surprise.
Unable to keep my hands off her, I slide my hand up her thigh and give it a playful squeeze. When she looks at me, the sparkle in her eyes tells me all I need to know. Tonight is going to be fun.
Pulling up to the restaurant, I slide out and offer my hand to Izzy, helping her out of the car. Nixon is right behind us as we head inside.
I know Izzy wasn’t fond of having a security detail, but it gives me the peace of mind I need. Who knows how far Leo is willing to go? That’s not something I’m willing to risk.
Slipping my arm around Izzy’s waist, I pull her close as I give the host my name.
“Right this way,” he says with a sweep of his arm and leads us to our table.
We sit while Nixon stands to the side, leaning against a wall.
“Why do you have a bodyguard?” Mateo asks when he comes out to greet us.
Both Izzy and I stand to hug him.
“Nice to see you again, Isabella,” he tells her while he embraces her and kisses her cheeks.
“Thank you for getting us a table tonight,” she says as she sits down. “And the bodyguard is because of a shitty ex.”
“Aww… oui, Riley mentioned something about your ex when we went out for drinks the other night.”
Izzy rolls her eyes. “I love that my brother keeps things a secret,” she mutters.
“Your first course will be out shortly. If you need anything, just let Jacque know.” Mateo motions to the server standing behind him and heads into the kitchen.
After ordering our drinks, I pull out my phone, ready to have a little fun.
“What do you need for school supplies?” I ask Izzy, who is taking a sip of her wine.
“A couple of textbooks, some nice clothes I can easily move in since I will be doing fieldwork for the next three years in addition to the course load.”
I nod, listening while I open an app. As I hit a button, I look up at her, loving the look that crosses her face and the gasp that escapes her from the vibrator coming to life.
“Tell me more about school this year.”
She glares at me while trying to compose herself. Her breathing is already picking up, and I bet her heart is racing. After a few seconds, I shut off the vibrator, watching Izzy’s shoulders soften as she takes a deep breath.
“Well, I finished my bachelor’s degree last year, and I’m heading into my graduate degree for a doctorate in occupational therapy.”
“Why is your family giving you a hard time about that? That’s a big deal, Izzy. You’re not doing something small. You’re going to have a doctoral degree.”
“I’m not sure. It probably has something to do with me being the baby of the family. I’ve always felt like whatever I do isn’t good enough, especially if I’m going against the grain. In this case, pursuing a career instead of settling down and having a family. It wouldn’t matter if I were going to school to be a brain surgeon or became a fucking rocket scientist, they would still find something to bitch about.”
She pauses, and a frown takes over her features.
“I’m always going to be the baby of the family. The little girl who needs to be protected. Now that I’m an adult, I should be acting like my mom. But it’s not what I want. I want to help kids who struggle with daily tasks. I want to teach them how to overcome the challenges life presents them. Maybe one day I’ll want kids, but I don’t think I’ll ever want to be just a stay-at-home mom. I want to be my own person outside of the household. Just like the men in my family are allowed to be.”
She blows out a breath when she finishes and then takes a big gulp of her wine.
I place my hand on where hers is resting on the table, offering my support. “I’m sorry your family treats you like that. And I’m sorry that I fed into the rhetoric for far too long. I want you to know that I support your passions, and I’m so fucking proud of you. Whatever you want to do, I will stand behind you. Always.”
A beautiful shade of pink covers her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and her collarbone, and her eyes light up as she beams at me.
“Stop being so perfect,” she murmurs as our first course arrives.
After Izzy takes a small spoonful of her soup, I turn the vibrator back on, making her eyes roll as she presses her lips firmly together. This time, I don’t shut it off, but I keep it on the lowest setting.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“Eat your soup.” I snicker and take a bite of my own.
She mumbles something under her breath, but the only word I make out is ass.
After a few moments, I shut the vibrator off again.
“So, you want to work with kids?” I ask after Jacque takes our bowls.
“I do. I know I’ll be working with some adults during fieldwork, but what I want to do when I graduate is strictly pediatric occupational therapy.”
“Why did you choose that field?”
“It’s gonna sound dumb.” I raise a brow in challenge. She blows out a breath but doesn’t say anything, so I turn the vibrator on, causing her to gasp. “You’re the reason,” she confesses, and I shut it off. “When you announced you were going to become a pediatrician and how special you thought working with kids was, it lit something inside me. Kind of like how when I saw you spanking your girlfriend in my parents’ garage on my sixteenth birthday sparked a curiosity for kink.” I choke on the water I was sipping. “Didn’t know that, did you?” she adds with a smirk, and I shake my head.
“How the hell did you see that?” I try to remember the date, but it was a long-ass time ago.
“I had gone to get pool floaties, and someone had cleaned out the garage, so I was crouched behind Dad’s car looking through a box when you guys came in.”
“And you didn’t stop us?”
She shakes her head with the smallest smirk on her lips and a hint of lust in her eyes.
“I didn’t want to,” she admits, pulling a groan from me.
My cock is perking up at the idea of Izzy watching me, getting wet, maybe even playing with herself. Pressing a button on my phone, I turn on the toy, but at a higher vibration, loving the way Izzy’s mouth parts on a moan.
“What all did you see, princess?” I ask, my voice husky.
“Everything,” she says, staring directly in my eyes. “I saw her suck your cock, and I wanted it to be me. I saw you spank her ass, and I was dying to know what that would feel like. You opened my eyes to a world I didn’t even know existed. That night, I spent hours researching the kink world, and for the next two years, I didn’t stop. I learned everything I could, and when I turned eighteen, Caidance and I signed up for the Kink-101 course at Afterglow, and the rest is history.”
I turn the vibration up one more setting. Izzy’s eyes squeeze closed, and her head tips back.
“You’re so fucking hot right now,” I whisper and shut off the toy, not wanting her to climax yet. “Why didn’t you say anything? You shouldn’t have been watching that. You were just a child.”
“I was sixteen, horny, and turned on. What did you expect me to do?”
“Touché,” I murmur, and she giggles.
“My childhood crush on you shaped a lot of my life, but I think even without you, I’d still be exactly where I am today. I’d still want to be a pediatric occupational therapist, and I would still be practicing a kink lifestyle. Maybe I just would have found it all later. I’m pretty strong in myself for a twenty-one-year-old woman, and some of that is thanks to you.”
I sip my wine, trying to decide what to say when our appetizer arrives.
“How are you enjoying your food so far?” Mateo asks.
Izzy smiles at him. “The soup was amazing, and I can’t wait to try the mushrooms. They look phenomenal.”
“Your food is always fantastic, but you know that,” I tease, and he chuckles.
“Oui, but I do love hearing it. I’ll be back in a little bit. Enjoy,” he says and heads back to the kitchen.
“How long have you had a crush on me?” I ask and pop a mushroom stuffed with Pecorino Romano, garlic, and breadcrumbs into my mouth. A small moan follows. Damn, those are good.
“Since I first met you,” she admits as her chest and cheeks flush again in that beautiful shade of pink. “It faded over the years. I was a child infatuated with my oldest brother’s best friend. A man who was off-limits. It’s such a cliché, really. But even as I grew out of those feelings, I still knew you were a good man. I’ve always had a lot of respect for you. Now I’m in a relationship with you, and it almost seems too good to be true.”
“You deserve to be treated like this, always have. And while I didn’t think about you like this in the past because you were a child, I’m glad that I get to be the man who gets to cherish you now.”
She smiles, and we both eat our appetizers.
I’ve always dreamed about finding a person perfect for me, but never in a million years did I think it would be my best friend’s baby sister.
Chapter 20
Izzy
All night I’ve been on the verge of orgasm without being able to reach it. I’m about to go insane. I’ve never experienced edging to this extreme.
How intense will the climax be once I’m finally allowed to dive over the edge?
The vibrator turns on again as we take the elevator to the apartment, making me whimper and lean into Dax. My legs are shaky like Jell-O already. I’m so fucking overstimulated it’s not even funny.
“Do you know how hot you look right now?” Dax whispers as he wraps his arms around me.
Tilting my head back, I stare into his perfect emerald eyes as the vibrations intensify and my knees weaken further. I’m forced to rest most of my body weight against him, afraid if I don’t, I’ll fall to the floor as my orgasm draws nearer. I’m so fucking close. Part of me wants to beg for him to let me come right now, but not yet.
Without warning, soft lips crash into mine, and I’m pushed against the elevator wall. The toy inside me stimulates my G-spot perfectly, and heat pools inside my stomach. I’m seconds away from finally reaching the climax I’ve been desiring all night when everything stops, causing tears to prickle in my eyes.
“Not yet, princess,” Dax says with a grin as the elevator opens into the apartment.
He struts into our place, leaving me to sulk behind him.
“I’m pretty sure I’m going to die,” I complain, being over dramatic.
“Go assume your position by the bed. I’ll be there soon.”
I don’t even wait a second before running to our room, laughter echoing behind me.
As quickly as humanly possible, I undress and kneel beside the bed, my palms resting on my knees and my gaze on the floor.
The vibrator is turned on again at a high intensity, making my back bow, but just as swiftly as it is turned on, it’s shut off, and I blow out a breath. This happens again and again and again. It’s almost too much. I wonder if I’m going to have to safeword out. I’ve never felt anything like this before. So many emotions are rushing through me, and I realize my eyes are filled with tears, a few breaking through, rolling down my cheek.
A few minutes later, Dax strolls into the room and kneels in front of me, lifting my chin to look into my eyes.
“Red, yellow, green,” he checks, and my heart melts more for him.
“Yellow,” I admit. “It’s so intense I’m not sure I can handle it much longer.”
He gives me the gentlest kisses, and I instinctively lean into him.
“I promise the next time I’ll let you come. You are doing so amazing. I am so fucking proud of you,” he praises.
Three little words are on the tip of my tongue, but now is not the time to say them.
“Up on the bed, princess,” he instructs.
I move to stand, but my legs are shaky and weak, making it a challenge. Thankfully, Dax is still by my side, his hands shooting out to steady me. He helps me onto the bed and on my back with my ass on the edge. The vibrator is quickly removed, leaving me so empty it almost hurts.
The swishing sound of his clothing being removed fills the room, but I can’t lift my head to watch. I’m too exhausted from being on edge all night.
Once Dax is naked, he leans over me, his hands resting on either side of my head as he presses his lips to mine.
“You were made for me. I’m so lucky you’re mine,” Dax whispers, stands back up, and positions his perfect cock at my entrance.
He slides leisurely inside me, causing my pussy to flutter, still ridiculously overstimulated.
“So fucking perfect.” He moans.
“Yes.” I breathe out as his movements pick up.
“I’ve been hard all night long. I’m not going to last long,” he admits as he thrusts into me hard. Exactly how I love it.
His ministrations shiver through me, and I know I’m about to come.
“Please, Sir. I need to come,” I beg.
Dax leans down as he thrusts in and out of me, giving me a punishing kiss.
“Come, princess,” he commands and bites my neck, pulling a scream from me as I finally go over the edge.
This orgasm is the most intense one I’ve ever experienced. Tears stream down my face, even though I don’t feel remotely sad. I think they are from sheer relief.
Before I know it, Dax growls as he reaches his climax.
This amazing floaty sensation takes over my body when he pulls out, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this euphoria before. It’s fantastic. I lie still as he rushes to get a cloth and a few other things.
Once he’s back, I’m being cleaned and pulled up into the bed more, but honestly, it’s like I am disconnected from my body. I’ve never hit subspace before, but I’m pretty sure that’s where I am right now.
“Eat this,” Dax says, holding something to my mouth as I lean against his body.
I open my mouth, and when the chocolate is popped in, I savor the delicious sweetness.
“You did so good tonight, princess,” he praises as I chew slowly. “How are you feeling right now?”
“Floaty,” I whisper.
“Makes sense. I’m pretty sure you hit subspace.” He chuckles. “If you start feeling anything too intensely, please let me know so I can take care of you.”
I nod, resting on his shoulder while he pets my head and pops another piece of chocolate into my mouth.
“This is my favorite chocolate.”
“Obviously. Nothing but the best for my perfect princess,” he says, and I move to wrap my arms around him.
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I could say the same about you.”
I want to tell him how I’m feeling, but I’m scared of making him run. We’ve only been together a few weeks. Surely, that’s too soon to tell him I love him. But I do. So much already.
“Have some juice.” He presses the straw to my lips, and I take a few sips.
I gradually begin to feel like myself again, loving how touchy Dax is. He’s also a pro at words of affirmation. I wish I could have been with him sooner, but everything happens for a reason. It wasn’t our time until now.
After a little while of cuddling and eating chocolate, we slip under the covers, snuggling as sleep pulls us both under.
Once Dax is asleep, I whisper the three words I know I won’t be able to say when he’s awake, at least not yet.
“We could have met at the apartment,” Caidance grumbles, sitting across from me.
She eyes up Nixon, who gives her a nod before turning his attention to watching the busy bistro.
I insisted on having him sit with us as it felt odd having him stand beside the table. He tried to refuse, but when I asked if it would affect his job to sit and he said no, he couldn’t really fight me on it.
