Dating Her Brother’s Best Friend (Silver Spoon Single Serve)

9. Caroline

CHAPTER 9

CAROLINE

“I can’t believe you said yes,” Jeremy says for the fifth time, stroking the ring he placed on my finger with the whole world watching as we make our way up to our hotel room. The look in his eyes… God, I hope he never stops wearing that heated, triumphant look for the rest of his life.

“I can’t believe you asked me in front of the entire world!” The smile on my face is permanent at this point. It won’t budge. Ten days ago, my world was collapsing. Now, I’m wearing Jeremy’s ring, sleeping in his bed every night… and my favorite team just won their game.

And, holy crap, my man has secretly co-owned said team for years.

I’ve long suspected that Jeremy and Sawyer are worth a lot more than they say, just like Aidan is, but I’ve never cared. I fell in love with him when I thought he was just Jeremy, my annoying older brother’s best friend. That’s what I see—the man I love. Am I excited that we get to watch games from a fancy suite? Um, yes! Especially since it pisses off Yvonne Smith so badly. Would it change a single thing if we didn’t? Absolutely not!

The elevator shudders to a stop on the top floor and the doors slide open. Jeremy slips his hand into mine, leading me out into a luxurious hallway.

"You know I don't need all of this, right?" I ask him, a little overwhelmed by the luxury. I'm not this kind of girl. Never have been. Never will be. I prefer beer and pizza and Midnight Brew. "You don't have to wine and dine me to impress me. I love you and your beat-up pickup truck and that stupid hat you've had since I met you."

"Good to know because that's who I am, sweets." He squeezes my hip. "But that man will be spoiling the hell out of you whenever the mood strikes. Get used to it."

"Just so long as you know I don't expect it."

He smiles over at me, shaking his head. "Baby, I know you. Your brother could give you this every day, but you throw a goddamn fit anytime he tries to do anything for you."

"That's because he never asks." I roll my eyes. Aidan is bossy and set in his ways. "He likes to demand and expects everyone to obey. I am not the obeying type."

"No?" Jeremy smirks as he uses the keycard to unlock the door. As soon as it's open, he tugs me into the room, kicking it closed behind us. Not even two seconds later, I'm in his arms, the city lights glittering around us. "You obey just fine with proper incentive, sweets." His lips brush mine as he squeezes my ass, his cock nestling against my belly.

My nose wrinkles. "Aidan doesn't possess the ability to give me proper incentive, Jeremy."

"You're right. Forget I said that."

"No." I slip my hand under his shirt, placing my palm flat against his abs. I love the way they immediately contract against my fingertips, responding to my touch. "I want to hear more about this proper incentive."

"Or you could just take my cock out, and I'll show you," he growls, already kissing a trail down the side of my neck. "I'll give you all the incentive you need to be a real good girl, baby."

"Mm," I moan. "More kissing. Less talking."

He chuckles, walking me backward toward the bed. I squeak when I topple over, landing flat on my back on the fluffy, plush surface. He stands over me, grinning as he yanks his shirt off over his head, revealing his ridiculous body to my greedy eyes.

"I like the talking, Caroline. Telling you all the filthy things I want to do to you is part of the fun."

He has a point there.

"Fine. Tell me between kisses."

He pops the button on his pants, yanking them down as a chuckle rolls from his lips. I'm too busy staring at his dick to laugh. Good Lord, he's so damn big. And that piercing? I never imagined a tiny piece of steel could feel so good, but every time I feel it dragging along my inner walls, I lose my mind.

"I fucking love you, do you know that?" he asks, crawling over me.

"I love you, too," I whisper, choking on emotion. "So damn much."

He curves a hand around my jaw, tipping my head back to kiss me breathless… just the way I like. By the time he lets me up for air, I'm half naked, writhing in anticipation, and his hands are all over me.

"Please," I plead, arching beneath him as he sucks one nipple into his mouth before biting down. "Stop teasing me already!"

"You're supposed to be behaving."

"And you're supposed to be fucking me."

He lifts his head, his cobalt eyes glittering with intention. "Plan on it. But not before I get a taste, sweets. You know how much I like having you all over my face before you're coming on my cock."

"Jeremy," I whimper. But he's too busy dragging my pants and panties down my legs to hear me. Within seconds, he's spreading me wide, giving himself room to work.

"I don't know, Caroline," he rumbles, flicking his gaze up to me. "Pretty goddamn sure this sight right here beats your view from the suite today. Pretty sure it beats any sight I've ever seen."

"Jeremy! Less tal… Oh God!" My back arches off the bed at the first decadent swipe of his tongue through my folds. He eats me like I'm something he wants to savor, something divine. Every lick, every kiss, every flick of his tongue has me whimpering and moaning, begging for more.

“Love the way this pussy tastes,” he snarls against me, thrusting his tongue inside me to fuck me with it. He holds my legs apart, his grip tight as he ruthlessly sends me careening toward an orgasm. “Love every goddamn thing about it, baby.”

“It loves you, too,” I sob, rocking my hips against his face, shameless and greedy for the orgasm already bearing down on me.

“Then why aren’t you coming all over my face yet?” He nips my inner thigh before burying his face in my pussy again. “Right now, Caroline. Give it to me.”

I wail his name, shattering apart at the seams. Waves crash down on me, stealing my breath as they batter me against the shores of heaven.

Before I can even come down, he’s on top of me, growling my name as he slams inside me in one deep thrust. I shout his name, clawing down his back as his piercing drags against my inner walls, setting off detonations in my bloodstream.

He growls a curse, pounding into me so hard the headboard taps against the wall with every thrust.

“Kiss me, fiancée,” he whispers, brushing his nose against mine. “I want you to taste yourself on my lips while you’re coming on my cock.”

I give him what he wants, our tongues tangling as he fucks me out of this dimension and into one where it’s just the two of us. I taste myself on his lips, on his tongue, and I love the thrill it sends zinging through me.

“Christ, I can’t wait until you’re pregnant with my kid,” he breathes against my lips. My core clenches at the thought, squeezing his cock. He feels it and growls, “You want it, sweets? You want me to breed you? Fill you with my cum?”

“Yes,” I sob, unable to deny how badly I want it. Every damn time he asks, I just want it more.

He slips his hand between our bodies, pressing his thumb to my clit. “Then come all over me, baby. You know I’m not giving you what you want until you do.”

He plays with my clit, fucking me mercilessly as the coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter. I feel a scream building in my throat, too big to contain as the orgasm bubbles inside of me, so I do the only thing I know to do. I bite him. Hard.

He roars my name, pounding into me without rhythm as the waves break over me, shattering me into pieces. I sob, writhing in ecstasy as I feel him coming with me, his seed splashing hot deep inside me.

“Fuck,” he groans, pumping his hips to work out every last drop. “Fucking hell, baby.”

I go limp beneath him, sucking in deep breaths, still shaking and trembling. Happier than I’ve ever been. More alive than I’ve ever been.

“What the fuck?” Jeremy mutters an hour later, scowling at his phone.

“What?” I yawn, peeking over at him. “Are my brothers mad?”

He’s the one who decided to propose on national television, so he’s the one who gets to deal with them. I turned my phone on silent when it started ringing. Not my problem.

“No. They said congratulations and a bunch of other bullshit I didn’t read,” he mutters. “But Sawyer sent a link to the Silver Spoon Single Serve.”

“Are we on it already?” I groan.

“No. Apparently, we aren’t going to be,” he says. “Someone in the comments linked an article about us and said congratulations on another successful match. Someone named Fairy Godmother replied, ‘They were meant to be, but I can only take credit where credit is due. This one was all their own doing.’” He glances over at me, one brow arched. “She’s not taking credit for getting us together.”

“Maybe she felt like she didn’t really make the match so it doesn’t count?” I shrug.

“Maybe. Or maybe she’s worried I really will find out who she is.” His brows furrow. “You really don’t know?”

“No one knows, Jeremy. That’s the point of her being anonymous.”

“Someone knows,” he mutters.

I chuckle, reaching over to trace the frown lines around his mouth. “Give it a rest, Ranger. She’s doing good work. When she’s ready for the world to know, she’ll spill her secrets. Until then, we have to wait to figure it out just like everyone else.”

“You aren’t the least bit curious?” he asks, tossing his phone on the nightstand and rolling toward me. “Not even a little bit?”

“Oh, I’m dying to know who she is.” I smile at him. “But I’m a good girl. I know how to behave.”

“Oh, really?” His eyes darken as he prowls over me, the matchmaker forgotten. “You want to test that theory, baby? See how well you can behave for me?”

“Only for all of your tomorrows.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, practically launching himself at me. His lips come down on mine, his kiss scorching. “I fucking love you, Caroline Steele. Don’t you ever forget.”

“Never, Jeremy Richard Head.”