Winning Brynn (Seattle Strikers)

69. Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-six

Brynn

Leo’s breath is warm against me as he laves his tongue over my nipple. My bare, overheated skin is bathed in goosebumps, though it has less to do with the draft drifting in through the cracked bedroom window, and everything to do with having Leo’s mouth on my body.

His hand trails ever so slowly over my other breast, then down my abdomen, the tips of his fingers teasing viciously across my pubic bone.

I squirm, trying to shift his hand lower and get him to touch me where I really need it. It does nothing but make him chuckle.

“ Please. ”

Still, he doesn’t relent. His fingers continue their torturous ministrations, his mouth on my breast driving me wilder and wilder, until I start to shake from frustration.

I’m laid out like a sacrifice beneath him, spread open, and dripping onto his expensive linen sheets. He’s killing me slowly, prolonging every lick and touch and caress until I think I might actually die from the anticipation.

I gasp when he drags his teeth over my nipple, keen when he soothes the bite with his tongue, and whine like a bitch in heat when his touch descends the slightest distance closer toward my clit before stopping.

“Kiss me,” I beg.

If he won’t touch me where I need it, then he can give me the next best thing.

His lips find mine, which part for him instantly, as his hand winds its way into my hair. Fuck. I’ll never get used to the way this man kisses me. Like there’s nothing he’d rather be doing than covering my body with his own and sliding his tongue against mine. Like there’s nothing better on this earth than the taste of my mouth and the way we melt into each other.

He kisses me like he loves me.

I arch into him, digging my nails into his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Please, Leo, I need you.”

He draws back to look at me. Cupping my cheek in his large hand, he strokes his thumb back and forth across my lips as his half-moon eyes stare into mine. “I need you too, Brynn. I’ll always need you.”

“Then show me.”

I’m hypersensitive and desperate for stimulation. But more than that, above the excruciating ache for release throbbing in my core, I need him. Leo. As close to me as two people can get. So close that it’s impossible to tell where he ends and I begin.

Finally, he shows me mercy.

Slipping his hand between us, he positions himself at my entrance and spears himself home.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice rough and smoky. “This is all I’m ever going to want, Brynn. You are all I’m ever going to need. Just this. Just us. Just our family.”

A tear wells in the corner of my eye and rolls silently down my cheek. It’s not one of sadness, though, but one of relief.

I’ve spent the last four days grieving for the loss I thought was coming, preparing myself to say goodbye to Salem and the man I’ve fallen in love with. I was going to quit. The letter of resignation I wrote the night before last is hidden in the bottom of my purse, and I was planning to give it to him after his game tomorrow night.

Not because I wanted to leave, but because I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear him asking me to leave himself.

He’s not going to do that, though. I know that now.

The tear runs down my throat and pools in the dip of my collarbone. I feel it there, the cool draft blowing against it, until Leo buries his face in my neck and brushes it away with his lips. He doesn’t mention it, just licks away the saltwater with his hot tongue as his hips continue to pulse between my legs.

He takes me in deep, slow strokes. Following the trail the tear had taken, he peppers kisses up my neck until he’s kissed away all the evidence that it had ever even existed at all.

“Mine.”

The word sends shivers across my body, forcing me to grip him tighter, to hold him closer to me. His hips roll, the muscles in his back contracting with every long thrust, and I drag my fingernails over them until he’s groaning into my neck.

“Yours,” I gasp.

The declaration switches something inside of him. With a feral sound, he attacks my mouth with his own, tangling his tongue with mine as his hips begin to work faster.

“ Yes, yes, like that ,” I chant, gasping and moaning against his lips as he pistons his hips and fucks me harder still.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans. “So warm, so tight, so goddamn wet for me. Your pussy was made to take my dick.”

The coil of pleasure low in my stomach begins to pull tighter. He grips my wrists in one hand and wrenches them above my head, bracing himself on them as he uses his other hand to pin my knee to my chest.

Fuck, it’s so deep this way.

It’s everything I wanted, almost too much to take, yet I still crave more of it, more of him.

His pelvis grinds against the piercing in my clit, sending shockwaves of blinding pleasure through my bloodstream. My moans grow louder and unrestrained. The bed creaks between us as he builds me up to an orgasm I know might just destroy me.

But there’s no stopping it.

I wouldn’t even want to try.

It barrels toward me, a wave of blazing heat and electricity, and all I can do is hold onto the man who’s making it happen.

“I’ve got you, baby. Let it out.”

My lips part in a silent scream as my back arches from the bed, smashing my breasts up against him, the hair on his chest raking against my nipples in a way that only serves to intensify the pleasure.

White-hot energy tears through me, igniting every nerve and setting my entire body alight with a wave that won’t seem to crest. It goes on and on, the electric current touching every part of me, from my toes to the tips of my ears.

I’m whimpering as color dances in my vision, exploding like paint splatter across my eyelids, no matter how tightly I have them shut. It feels like an age has passed before the orgasm finally releases me.

I blink up at Leo, dazed and barely conscious.

But he isn’t finished yet.

Rolling onto his back, he brings me with him, clutching me to his chest as his hips piston beneath me, their rhythm stuttering, his breaths ragged and uncontrolled.

“Fucking. Love. You,” he grits out just before he stills, and warmth spills inside me.

Afterward, we lie together, sweaty and panting, in the low-lit sanctum of his room. Gordon is curled somewhere at our feet, relieved to be lying on the bed instead of hiding under it, where he was the entire time I was having the life fucked out of me.

Leo’s fingers trace little circles on my upper arm as he presses his nose into my hair and breathes in. “Still doubting your place in this family?”

“No.” It’s the truth, one that makes me smile into the sex-filled air, even though he can’t see it. “Am I still fired?”

“Absolutely.”

“So, I just live here now? With you?”

I feel his nod against my head. “Pretty much.”

“What about Salem?” I ask. “Or are you planning to exploit me for free childcare services?”

“Yep. You caught me,” he chuckles, shifting us so that I’m on top of him, and he can look me in the eye. Dragging his fingers down the side of my face, his expression turns soft. “What we do about Salem is up to you, really. You’re not under any obligation to keep looking after her, so I can hire a new nanny if that’s what you want.”

“No. I don’t want that.”

He smiles, his dark eyes so gentle as they look at me. “Are you sure?”

I’ve never been so sure of anything. He must see my answer on my face, because he leans forward to kiss me softly. “Use my credit card for the shit you like to buy her from now on. No more spending your own money on my daughter.”

“Hey!” I pull back from him, feigning offense. “Nothing I buy is ‘shit,’ and I’ll spend my money however the hell I want to.”

He shakes his head. “So stubborn.”

I grin, wide and bright. “It’s why you love me.”