Forbidden King: A Small Town, Brother’s Best Friend Romance (Magnolia Falls Series Book 3)
Chapter 22

I’D CARRIED her down to my room, and we were lying on my bed together, as I’d listened to the sound of her breathing go back to normal.

I’d always been a man who enjoyed sex. I loved it, actually. It was my favorite kind of escape.

Pleasing the woman I was with had always been something I did before I chased my own pleasure.

And I always delivered.

But pleasing Saylor Woodson was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

Watching her fall apart.

Hearing all the little gasps and moans—it was the hottest thing in the world.

Because it was her.

Everything was different because it was her.

This was not a fucking fling. This was so much more, and we both knew it.

I understood why Saylor didn’t want her brother to know or have anyone involved, because she thought it would be too much pressure.

But the truth is—these feelings… that’s where the pressure comes in.

It’s scary as hell to feel this deeply about another person.

Fuck. White vans, bees, and clowns had nothing on this shit.

This was terrifying. Because if I messed this up, I knew I’d never recover.

There was no doubt she was it for me.

I was convinced that Grammie was right all along. I’d most likely fallen for her all those years ago, and nothing else had ever compared.

But how could I have loved her before I ever kissed her or touched her?

I didn’t fucking know.

But I knew that I did.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she whispered, as her head lay on my chest.

“Just thinking about things.”

“Yeah?” She rolled onto her stomach, and her hand drifted down my body as she stroked my dick over the denim of my jeans, and, of course, it was hard as a rock. “I am, too.”

“You don’t need to do that.” I wrapped my fingers around her wrist to stop her.

“King.” She paused as her gaze locked with mine.

“Saylor.”

She smiled. “Don’t be a prude. I want to touch you, too.”

“I promise you, no one has ever called me a prude. You think I don’t want you to touch me?” I released her hand. “I just didn’t want you to feel any pressure.”

She continued moving her hand up and down, and I sucked in a breath. “I don’t feel pressure. I think about touching you all the time.” She pushed up on her knees and reached for the button on my jeans and then the zipper.

I lifted enough so she could shove them down my thighs before pulling on the waistband of my briefs and tugging them down, as well. She licked her lips as she looked up at me.

“Fuck, Saylor. I’m going to come before you even touch me if you keep looking at me like that.” I groaned.

She wrapped her hand around my length and stroked me a few times before tipping her head down and wrapping her lips around my dick.

Holy shit.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, and she took me in about halfway, her hand pumping at the base as she bobbed her head up and down.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, nothing has ever felt this good,” I hissed through my teeth, trying to hold back the release that was already building.

“I love seeing my dick slide in and out of that sweet mouth of yours. Those fucking lips do crazy shit to me,” I said, as my hips bucked faster.

She worked me in and out for the longest time as I tried hard to hold back. I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the feel of her lips, her tongue, her perfect fucking mouth.

“Mmmmm,” she said on a moan, and that’s all it fucking took.

I tried to pull her head back. “Baby. I’m going to come right fucking now.”

But she gripped my hips harder and stayed right there as I unloaded into her mouth, emptying myself as she hollowed her cheeks and took me deeper.

A guttural sound left my lips as she continued to take every last drop.

When she pulled back, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gave me this cocky smirk.

“Oh, you know how fucking good that was, don’t you?” I tugged her down to lie on my chest.

“I’ve never enjoyed that before. But everything is always different with you.”

“Well, there’s lots more to do,” I said, kissing the top of her head.

“So everything is on the table aside from sex.”

“Yeah,” I said, tipping her chin up to look at me. “What did you have in mind?”

“Have you ever taken a bath with a girl?”

I laughed. “No, I never have. Is that what you want to do?”

“Well, you’ve got that massive tub, and my tub is so small at my place. I thought maybe we could take a bath together.”

“Fine. But I get to undress you. I’ve never seen you completely bare. I’ve been dying to see those perfect tits of yours. The amount of times I’ve thought about them is not normal.”

“Really? I never thought they were that noteworthy,” she said with a laugh. “I mean, they aren’t too small, but they aren’t huge either. But I guess they are pretty perky.” She stared down at the fabric covering her chest.

Goddamn, she was so fucking cute.

I pushed to my feet, shoving my pants and briefs all the way off before reaching over my shoulder and tearing the tee over my head. Her eyes trailed over my body, and I puffed my chest out.

“Of course, you’re completely comfortable in your birthday suit,” she said, adjusting her skirt in place.

I raised a brow. “And you’re not? I’ve seen you in that fucking pink bikini. I swear I can’t get the vision of you out of my mind. Come on, let me see you, Dandelion.”

I moved closer to her, zero inhibitions about standing here buck-naked with her. She raised her hands over her head, and I pulled the white cotton tank off of her and tossed it onto the floor beside her feet. I ran my fingers over the lace of her white bra, grazing the hard peaks that were begging for my lips. I bent forward and covered her breast with my mouth, fabric and all. I flicked her nipple with my tongue, and she shivered in response.

I loved how her body responded to me. To my touch. To my mouth. To my words.

I’m sure it would be no different with my dick, but we weren’t going there right now.

I reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and let it drop to the floor. I studied her perfect tits as my calloused fingers grazed over each one.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I said, cupping her breasts in each of my hands before leaning down and circling her nipple with my tongue before moving to the other side to do the same thing. She arched into me, her breaths coming fast again.

So damn responsive.

I continued sucking and licking as my fingers tugged her skirt down. She had no panties on because, well, I was an impatient fucker and I’d destroyed those.

I’d definitely be replacing them. I’d never torn a woman’s panties off her body, but if they were on right now, I’d do it again.

“King,” she whispered, as my fingers moved between her legs.

“Always so wet for me,” I said, as I slipped one finger inside, and her head fell back as I nipped at her nipple, making her gasp. Her hips started moving, and I pushed another finger inside her. Her walls tightened around me as she rode my hand.

Her hands moved to my hair, and she tugged my head up, and my lips covered hers. I kissed her hard while I fucked her with my fingers.

She tightened around me, her hands pulling on my hair as she cried out my name.

I continued working her until she rode out the last bit of pleasure.

Her eyes were wide, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip before her head fell forward and rested on my chest as if she couldn’t look at me.

“Hey. That was hot as hell. I love getting you off.”

“Well, this is definitely not the norm for me. So, thanks for all the orgasms.” She chuckled, and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. “I’m just getting started. Let’s go take a bath.”

Saylor turned on the water, and I grabbed some clean towels.

“Can I pour some of these bubbles in?” she asked as she bent over the tub to reach for the bottle that I’d gotten as a gift a while back.

I leaned against the vanity and watched her. “Of course, you can. Keep bending over and giving me a shot of that pretty little pussy, and you can do whatever you want.”

She looked over her shoulder, and her jaw dropped open. “Do you talk to all the women you’ve been with like that?”

“Well, I’ve never bathed with a woman. And I’ve never thought a pussy was perfect like yours. I’ve never seen tits as pretty as yours either. So the answer is no.”

Her cheeks pinked as she poured the bubble bath in and screwed the cap back on. She held her hand out to me. “You get in first.”

“I’ve never been a big bath guy, but sitting in the water, naked with you, makes it a lot more appealing.” I dipped my toe in and howled at how hot the water was.

“Stop being a baby. It’s not that hot.” She laughed.

I climbed in and sat down, spreading my legs wide for her to come sit between them.

Her back rested against my chest, and I closed my eyes, breathing in all her goodness.

“You know when I told you that I kept your blanket all these years because it kept the nightmares away?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Her voice was low, just above a whisper. “I just liked the idea of you being close to me.”

“I guess, in a way, that’s what the dandelion that I tattooed on my shoulder was for me,” I admitted.

“But it was also a reminder to stay away from me.” She flipped over in the spacious tub like it was her own personal swimming pool.

“It was. But it was a reminder of you at the same time.”

“Are you sick of me yet?” she asked, her voice light and playful.

“Nope. That’s why I brought you here.”

Her brows pinched together. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I want you to spend the night. I can’t risk staying over at your place with Ruby dropping in at any time. If we’re going to be sick of one another soon, I want to enjoy this time together.”

“Wow. No sex, but we’re having a sleepover.” She smiled up at me.

“I never slept as well in my life as I did those months that we shared a bed. Isn’t that weird?” I asked her, because it had always puzzled me.

I didn’t like sharing a bed with women after sex. I was too antsy. I liked my space and wanted to stretch out when I slept. But the memory of sleeping with Saylor’s hand in mine had always given me a sort of peace that I couldn’t explain.

“No. We comforted one another at a really hard time in our lives. You were worried about River, and I was a mess about everything going on with my family. And we were there for each other.”

“Always will be. No matter how much I might mess this up, just know that I will always be there for you.”

“I never doubt that, King. That’s why no one needs to know what’s going on—with our friendship or our history. Your connection with my brother and mine with your grandmother. It puts a lot of pressure on things. And I want this. Whatever this is that’s going on between us right now. For us. For me. For however long it lasts. I’m happy when I’m with you. Always have been.”

This girl, man. So earnest and genuine.

“Well, I’m yours until you tire of me.” I winked.

“Deal. I’m guessing I’ll be over it before the sun comes up,” she said over a fit of laughter, resting her cheek against my chest.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing.

My best friend was off fighting a beast of a fire, and here I was playing with fire.

Knowing that when you play with fire, someone always gets burned.