“I’ll take good care of her and keep her off Dillon’s wood,” Lily said solemnly.
Michael pulled her in and kissed her hair. “I’m just giving you a hard time, baby. We’ll pack her up after I’ve finished my exam. She’ll need worming I’m sure and we should treat her for fleas before we take her into the house. I have cat food here and we can bring a few bags home so she’ll have what she needs.”
“And a litter box?” Lily asked. “I don’t want her to be outside in the cold. She needs to stay inside.”
“And a litter box,” Michael agreed. “She can take up residence in the mud room.” Lily clapped her hands together in delight and then threw her arms around Michael, scaring the cat in the process. She leaped to the neighboring counter and stared suspiciously as Lily danced around the room, holding tight to Michael.
Michael laughed. “Easy there. You’re making me dizzy.”
“Thank you,” Lily exclaimed. Then she reached up and kissed him full on the lips.
He caught her against him, cradling the back of her head in his palm as he kissed her. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips, demanding entry. With a breathless sigh, she opened and let him in. His taste seeped into her mouth and floated through her veins until all she could breathe, smell or taste was him.
When he drew away, his eyes were half-lidded and glittering with desire. His hands wandered idly over her hips and up her sides to her breasts.
Then he walked her back until the small of her back met the edge of the exam table. He planted his hands on the table on either side of her, effectively trapping her.
“Shouldn’t we be going?” Lily asked innocently.
“Kiss me again, and I’ll take you and your cat home for dinner.”
“Bully,” she grumbled, but she melted against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He smelled good. Tasted even better. She delved her fingers into his hair, letting the strands slide over the tips as he kissed her senseless.
They were both hungry and breathless. His arousal pressed into her belly, hard and urgent.
The cat meowed and jumped back onto the exam table to run against Lily’s side. Michael drew away with a muffled curse when the cat sank her claws into his arm.
“Damn cat. Already encroaching on my territory,” he grumbled.
Lily giggled and leaned into Michael. “Take me and our new kitty home and feed us. We’re hungry.” Lily fussed over the food and water bowls and then made sure the litter was situated just right before locking the cat into the mud room until she was better acquainted with her surroundings.
When she went back into the living room, Michael was standing in front of the couch, his eyes hooded. She was immediately wary. Arousal and lust was heavy in the air. Thick, so thick it prickled up her nape.
She stopped in the doorway, her hand resting on the frame. He was looking at her like he was about to pounce. Her pulse raced and her breath caught in her throat until her lungs burned.
He crooked his finger in her direction. The power in his gaze and the command in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.
Her legs wobbling, she took halting steps toward him, stopping a mere foot in front of him.
“Tell me, Lily,” he said in a silky voice. “Just how grateful are you that I let you bring your cat home?”
She battled a smile, but played along. Then she leaned up on tiptoe and brushed an innocent kiss over his lips. “Thank you. I’m very grateful.”
“Then get on your knees,” he growled.
Her eyes widened and fire pooled low in her belly and tightened every muscle in her groin. Erotic images buzzed through her mind as she imagined precisely what he wanted to do.
Nervous bubbles scuttled around her stomach as she slowly went to her knees in front of him. His expression was fierce, demanding, his face drawn into harsh lines.
He slowly unzipped his jeans, the rasp loud in the silence. He loosened the waist, shoved them just over his hips and pulled out his cock.
Letting his pants fall to just below his waist, he reached out with his free hand and grasped her behind the neck.
“I can be demanding, Lily,” he whispered. “I like control. Don’t let me overpower you, though. If I ever go too far, say the word. I’ll back off.”
Heat rushed through her body, weakening her to the point she swayed on her knees. The words purred from his throat, so erotic and sensual. She gazed up at him, all the trust she placed in him shining in her eyes.
She was wildly intrigued by the command in his voice. His hand massaged her nape, but his grip never lessened. His fingers were firm, applying pressure as he guided his cock toward her mouth.
“Open,” he rasped.
As soon as her lips parted, he shoved into her mouth, deep and rough. A moan rippled from her throat and vibrated over his cock. Her lips met his knuckles and then he slid his fingers from around his cock underneath her chin as he fed his erection even deeper into her mouth.
“Swallow, baby. Swallow against the head. Milk it.”
She obeyed, awkwardly at first, but she quickly mastered working her throat against his huge shaft.
One silky rope of semen filled the back of her throat as pre-come slipped from the probing tip.
His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. Then they slipped to the sides of her head and held her in place as he began thrusting harder into her mouth.
“Holy fuck, is this what I’m going to come home to every night?” Michael paused, his cock buried in her mouth. Lily glanced sideways to see Dillon standing in the doorway to the living room. His eyes were glazed, and judging by the bulge at his groin, he wasn’t the least bit put off to find his brother’s cock buried in Lily’s mouth.
Michael eased out to give her breath but kept his hands on her head. He thrust shallow, keeping her mouth open and drawled lazily in Dillon’s direction.
“She’s showing her gratitude for my generosity.”
“Oh? And what pray tell did you do that warranted a blowjob?” Dillon demanded.
“I let her bring home a cat.”
“You did what?”
Lily flinched at the tone of Dillon’s voice but Michael caught her and soothed his hands over her face, still rocking his hips back and forth in short thrusts.
“We’re the proud new owners of a cat left on the clinic’s doorstep,” Michael explained.
“Well hell,” Dillon muttered. “What possessed you to bring something with claws into my house? The damn thing will shred my furniture.”
Michael withdrew and caressed her cheek, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Lily thought she needed a home, and I agreed. I’m finding that our lady here has a way of asking that makes it impossible to turn her down.”
Lily glanced over at Dillon, worried that he was truly angry. Maybe some of her fear showed in her eyes, because Dillon’s expression immediately softened but then became quickly calculating.
It was the glitter and slow smile that told Lily she was in deep trouble. Dillon advanced, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light.
“It seems to me that since I wasn’t party to this agreement that you should throw a little gratitude in my direction.”
“Her mouth is busy right now,” Michael said. “I have plans for it for quite a while.”
“But not her pussy,” Dillon purred. “Strip, Lily. I see no reason why you can’t accommodate us both at the same time.”
Goosebumps raced across her skin with lightning speed. Every nerve ending jumped. Her breasts swelled and her nipples beaded so tight that her shirt abraded the tips painfully.
“You heard him,” Michael said tightly. “Undress and get on your knees on the ll of the couch.” He reached down a hand to help her, and she grasped it tightly, hoping her knees didn’t buckle on the way up.