Chapter 17
seventeen
. . .
Jensen
Arrivingat the station I grab my phone and keys and climb out of the car, immediately checking the unread message that came through only a few minutes ago.
Brynn: I’m not running! I’ll be home tonight. It doesn’t matter the time, call or text.
Her message is exactly what I needed. Confirmation that this thing between us is happening, and she is with me on it. I can’t help but smile.
Everything about her makes me feel alive. The possibilities, the things she makes me want, I never thought I’d ever consider chasing after them again.
“Hey, lover boy.” I glance up to find Connor coming down the front steps of the station holding a paper in his hands. “Got a warrant to search Riley’s girl’s place.”
“His girl?” I ask, tucking my phone in my pocket.
“Yeah.” He slaps the folded warrant paper in my hand. “Seems the neighbors saw her and two guys backing a red Challenger into the garage before sunrise this morning.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Nope.” Poor bastard. “It would appear she’s been playing both sides and it makes me wonder if this outcome wasn’t the plan all along. Eliminate the competition so to speak.”
Together we climb into my car and with the company of several other officers we make our way to our destination. The entire time my mind is bouncing around, memories of Riley and Myles young, stupid, and getting in trouble. It’s sad to think that Riley could have very easily been Myles, had we not gotten him the help he needed.
The idea of it sickens me to my core.
Me:You awake?
I stand on the sidewalk right outside the entrance of Brynn’s apartment and wait. My day had been long and stressful. After a three-hour standoff outside Riley’s girlfriend”s place, we arrested the two men that were found fleeing the scene of the double murder. We also took Ms. Kelly Drake into custody too.
My head is killing me, I was hungry and tired, but more than anything I wanted to see Brynn. More than a want, it”s a need to see her.
I needed light, I needed to feel something other than the penetrating ache in my chest. I needed to forget that there was bad all around us and for a few hours surround myself with the good.
Brynn: Yes
Me: Alright if I come up?
I’m met with another pause.
Brynn: Are you here?
Me: Downstairs
I’m already walking toward the door and pulling it open. I find the doorman on the phone and he looks up to meet my gaze.
“Okay, Ms. Webster, I’ll let him up.” He lowers the phone to the receiver. “Hello, Sir.” He offers me a nod.
My phone vibrates in my hand and I look down to read her message.
Brynn: Give your name to the doorman, he will let you through.
Looking back up I offer my badge out of habit to the doorman. “Detective Jensen Steele here to see Brynn Webster.” He glances at my badge, then back up to me.
“She called down,” he tells me, pointing toward the elevator. “You can go on up.”
I’m dragging ass, feeling my body giving in to exhaustion. That is until I’m standing outside of her door and it”s being opened from the opposite side.
The apartment behind her is dark, but the hallway outside is lit. There she stands before me in nothing more than an oversized t-shirt. Bare legs peeking out beneath it, her hair piled onto her head, looking incredibly beautiful in her relaxed state. Adrenaline races through me as I step forward and place one hand on her hip.
“This look is incredibly hot,” I tell her and she rolls her eyes as if I”m feeding her with a lie. Walking her backward into her apartment I pull her body closer to mine. “I’m being serious.”
“So you like the rough, did she even brush her hair look?”
“Oh yeah.” I dip my chin lower, dragging the tip of my nose along her cheek. “Only on you, I’m not sure you have the ability to look anything other than beautiful.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she whispers through the darkness before turning her face and I can feel her breath against my lips.
We pause, the sounds of our breaths the only thing that can be heard. Her fingers dig into my forearm, mine tightening at her waist.
Gliding my hand along her lower back I slide a little lower and her shirt rises just enough to confirm my thoughts. She’s wearing nothing beneath the shirt, her bare ass just beneath my fingertips.
A growl escapes me.
“I should have gotten dressed.”
“No,” I say, my voice strained. “This is good.” I lift her shirt and cup her ass fully. “It’s perfect,” I say, kissing her and feeling her smile against my lips.
Our kisses quickly grow heavy and heated, as I back her up to the counter. Pushing my body against hers I know the second she feels how hard she’s got me when she rubs herself against me.
“Are we here alone?”
“No.” She doesn’t let that stop her as she cups me through my jeans and shifts her hand in an up and down motion, stroking me through my pants. I feel like I can barely breathe.
“Bedroom.” I don’t mean for it to sound angry but holy hell I feel like I’m losing control. I don’t want to stop, I don’t want to worry about someone interrupting us or overhearing us. I want to break free, I want to feel and be felt, I want to hear Brynn scream my name as I drive into her harder and deeper until we both fall over the ledge.
Before I have the chance to say more she is slipping away from me and dragging me down the hall.
When we step inside her bedroom she closes and locks the door behind me and without another second lost she grabs the hem of her shirt. Suddenly it”s over her head and tossed to the floor at her feet.
With only the glow of a small nightlight illuminating the room her body is highlighted before me. Feeling her palms glide upward under my t-shirt I help her to gather it and drop it to the floor near hers.
“You are so beautiful.” The words fall from my lips as I take her in. Dragging my thumbs over her nipples, her back arches and a whimper falls from her lips.
“Lay back on the bed, baby.” She doesn’t hesitate, walking backward until the mattress bumps the back of her legs. Sitting she slides her body upward, laying back. I take a few seconds to look over her from head to toe. My own body hums with a need so powerful even if I wanted to stop it I know I couldn’t. Stepping closer, I slide my hands up her thighs. Her legs part, and I kneel at the side of the bed.
The sight of her is enough to drive me mad, as I kiss over the inner part of her thigh. Again she whimpers, her hand resting over mine.
“I’ve thought about this,” I confess as I reach her center. “Thought about tasting you and feeling you tremble beneath me.”
“Jensen,” she whispers my name but there is something in her tone. A neediness that I can’t resist. With the tip of my tongue I taste her and she ignites. Fisting my hair she lets out a soft cry and I move it deeper, sucking her gently.
“Oh my God!” Her voice echoes over the bedroom. “Yes, mm yes!”
Using my thumbs I part her and push my tongue inside of her, as she shifts her hips. I let her ride my tongue, loving the demanding side of her. I’m so hard I swear I could fucking hammer nails. I get lost in the beauty of her pleasure.
Replacing my tongue with my finger I push in deep and suck her clit, driving her closer to her release.
“Fuck,” I growl, adding a second finger as she thrusts her hips harder and faster.
The second she comes her pussy pulsates around my fingers. She trembles and shivers and I’m standing working my pants free with my other hand.
I swear I hear her whisper wow, and I smile.
We aren’t even close to being done.
Sheathed and pressing my knee into the mattress, she moves her body backward, watching me come closer. Hovering above her I lean over and kiss her, knowing she can taste herself on my lips. Our kiss is intense, her hands fisting my hair, holding me to her. Lowering myself I feel her wetness pressing against me and shift, gliding over her.
Swallowing her moan, I reach between us and I push into her, teasing her.
“More,” Brynn practically begs, lifting her hips and I pull back. When she pouts, I smile. “You want more?” I ask and immediately she nods. I press into her once again. This time I don’t hold back.
“You feel so good,” I growl when I’m fully seated, grinding myself against her. She is soaked, still pulsating from her orgasm. “So fucking good.” Pumping my hips, she digs her heels into my ass, keeping me where she needs me.
She cries out when I slam into her deep.
“Shh,” I say near her ear and she shakes her head. “She’ll hear you.”
“I don’t care.” She moves beneath me, forcing me to move and together we create the perfect rhythm. Her moans intensify and I feel her building, tightening around me as her pants quicken.
“Yes, right there.”
“There.” I swivel and she cries out a yes.
This is dangerous, feeling her, having her beneath me, her tightness wrapped around me. Fuck, nothing has ever felt this good.
“Yes,” Brynn moans. “So close,” she adds, and within seconds her body tightens around me and her back arches. I suck on her nipple, continuing to push into her over and over. Fuck I can’t think straight, I am so lost in the feeling of her taking me again and again. My toes curl as I fist the sheet at each side of her head. I too am teetering on the edge but it feels so good I don’t want it to end.
Before I can register what’s happening Brynn is pushing against my chest and I’m rolling over bringing her with me. She straddles me and wastes no time taking me back inside of her.
I lift my hands taking hers in mine as she uses them for leverage. Riding me hard and fast I know there isn’t any possible chance of holding back. My stomach coils, my thigh muscles tighten, and I throw my head back and I see fucking stars.
She continues to move, and I’m entranced in the movement of her body above me. Again I feel her tighten and together we get lost in the darkness, as I shiver through my own release.