Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
B rennan had been through the shift already, years before me. He knew what was coming the night before the full moon when he picked me up on his motorcycle.
Usually, he climbed off to ride behind me so I could practice. Today, though, he handed me his second helmet and told me, "Hop on."
I felt a thrill as I pressed my chest against his back and wrapped my arms around him. I could smell his scent, so warm and comforting. The thrum of the motorcycle against my thighs stroked the always powerful sense of need I felt this close to Brennan.
We rode through the woods and up the mountain. It was a beautiful night, with a full moon peeking through the clouds.
"Almost there," he whispered.
We stopped in front of the cabin, nestled into the trees, like a bird's nest.
The scene looked different today, though. Because in front of the cabin's porch with its rocking chair for two, in the thin gravel, there stood a beautiful, sleek red motorcycle.
He rested his hand on my shoulder. "I wanted to have one last ride with you hanging onto me. You've gotten to be amazingly good in just a few weeks."
I stared at the bike, not able to comprehend what he was doing.
"You can't give me a bike and a cabin," I said. "It's too much."
Brennan wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I melted against his chest.
"Nothing will ever be too much for my girl," he whispered into my ear.
"How can you afford all this?"
"I inherited quite a bit of money when my father died. Let me do something for you, Amelia. Let me take care of you like you always take care of everyone else."
I closed my eyes, unable to believe it. "But this is everything I've always wanted."
A safe place to myself. A way to get there, or to take to the open road. Independence.
Funny that now I had that sense of independence, and all I wanted was to stay with him.
"You'll have to be careful until you've gotten control of the shift," he said. "But the cabin will be here waiting."
"Thank you," I whispered, throwing my arms around him. He hugged me back tightly.
I led him to the front porch, where he waited for me to fish the key out from the necklace around my throat. I looked at him curiously, and he shrugged. "I don't have a key. You've got the only one."
He did everything he could to make me feel safe. Warmth glowed in my chest.
I didn't know if I would see him again when I emerged from the chaos of my first shift, but for now, he was mine.
Inside, we turned on the lights. The cabin smelled like raw pine and dust even though I knew he'd cleaned it from top to bottom before he brought me into our little nest. But it was a comforting smell, mixed with the faint scent of cloves. His scent clung to the cabin and made it feel like home.
"Start a fire for us?" I asked.
He went to work, and I watched him, his broad shoulders flexing as he piled the wood carefully, added kindling, and then struck a match with practiced competence. The fire was glowing in minutes.
I knew what I wanted, but I felt shy asking for it.
As he stood in front of the fire, his eyes danced in the light. I took a breath and stepped closer to him, unsure if he would hold me close or if he would pull away because he didn’t think I was ready.
He lifted my chin so I was looking up into his face and said, "Whatever you want, Amelia. When it comes to this… you lead, like always.”
The words gave me courage, and I smiled at him. Slowly, almost shyly at first, he leaned down until our lips met. His body against mine blazed with heat, and I clung to his shoulders. It felt so good to finally let myself give in to what we both wanted.
We broke apart eventually, but only for a moment before Brennan pulled me back against him. He reached for the hem of my shirt and slowly peeled it from my body as he looked at me with such desire that it made me melt. His hands moved over my skin as if memorizing every inch of it.
My body pressed against his. I was keenly aware the strength of his muscles, the smoothness of his skin, and the hardness of his cock against me. When he moved to kiss my neck, his lips lit fire I had never felt before. I let out a soft moan, arching my back so I could press myself against him.
He pulled away and looked down into my eyes, stroking my hair back from my face before he lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him and, seconds later, we were pressed against the wall, his lips moving up my neck to my ear.
"I've wanted you so badly," he whispered, sliding his hands along my body.
"I want you too," I said, my breath coming in pants.
He carried me to the nest in front of the fire and set me down. He reached behind me and fiddled with the catch to my bra before sliding the straps over my shoulders and taking my breasts in his hands. His fingers traced their curves. He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, and I gasped at the sensation of his tongue stroking over my skin.
As he knelt over me, I ached to run my hands over his muscular chest. It felt amazing to touch him freely, to let my hands explore him as if I were trying to memorize the hard planes of his body while he smiled down at me.
When I pulled the button of his jeans open, he smiled that wicked smile that made my heart beat faster. I slid the zipper down, and he rose so I could push his jeans down his legs. He stepped out of them, leaving him in his boxers. As I ran my hand over the bulge there, Brennan groaned softly.
I pulled his boxers down and sucked in a breath at the sight of his erection. I hadn't seen it yet, had only felt it, and I caught my breath at its size. My core clenched with need, but I was nervous too.
"I'll be gentle, Amelia," he promised.
I nodded my head, and he climbed onto the bed next to me, pulling out a condom. He opened the package with his teeth, and I shivered as he slid it on. Then he was on top of me, kissing, stroking, and making me moan with delight.
He was so hot inside me, liquid fire seemed to drift through every limb. I wrapped my arms around him and moved with him, my hips finding a rhythm. We moved faster and faster until my core clenched around him over and over, and I cried out. Brennan thrust into me a few more times, then he groaned, slowing and finally stopping.
He lifted himself up, looking down into my face with a smile. He stroked my cheek before kissing me softly on the mouth.
"I really do love you, Amelia," he said. "I know it's too soon for you to say it back, but I want you to know.”
I wanted to tell him that I loved him too, but the words felt awkward on my lips. No one in my family ever said they loved each other. Instead, I kissed him then. His hand slid down my body, and I gasped as he touched me, his fingers moving where we were connected still. A tremor ran through me again, and I wrapped my arms tighter around Brennan.
Brennan was always the one who brought up the future, but the fear of it was always inside me, mixed up with the pleasure and joy. But for a little while, all I wanted to think about were the sensations of his body against mine, the feeling of his lips on mine, the sound of his voice in my ear.
Everything was perfect.
And I never wanted to leave.