CHAPTER 7
BURKE
Brynn’s been at my place for a few days now, and I’ve learned a lot about her.
But it’s not enough. With every revelation, I see there’s even more of her I want to get to know.
She’s like a drug. The more I get, the more I want.
She is an incredibly fascinating, complex girl, and just being near her is intoxicating. I honestly cannot get enough of her.
And on the other side of that coin, I find myself opening up to her in ways I’ve never been open with anybody before.
She asks questions that, if anybody else had asked me, I’d tell them to fuck off.
She is getting to know parts of me I’ve purposely kept locked away and hidden from the world.
She’s opened doors inside of me I thought were sealed shut forever.
I know I should shut this down. Shouldn’t be encouraging this bond that seems to be blossoming between us. The last thing I want or need is to get involved with somebody. Especially someone half my age. Romance and I go together like fire and gasoline… everybody ends up getting burned.
“When do you think it’ll be safe for me to go home?”
I frown and push my plate away. As much as I know I’m playing with fire here, I really don’t want her to go home.
I’m enjoying having her here with me. But I know she has a life she’s anxious to get back to, and I don’t want to force her to be somewhere she doesn’t want to be.
But I definitely cannot send her back until I know she’ll be safe.
“I’m not sure yet,” I answer. “We’re still trying to get a line on Cole. He’s gone quiet.”
She frowns, and fear flashes through her eyes. I fucking hate that. I never want her to be scared of anything. And when I find Cole, I’m going to tear him to pieces for making her feel anything but safe and happy.
“We’ll find him,” I tell her. “I give you my word.”
“I know,” she says, a weak smile flickers across her lips.
We sit at the dining room table having breakfast, the French doors open to admit the morning sun and the scent of the ocean. The sound of waves crashing and gulls crying fills the silence between us. She raises her gaze to me, and those silver-blue eyes set my heart on fire all over again.
“Thank you for taking me in like this,” she says.
“You don’t have to thank me for anything.”
“I do, though. If not for you…”
She doesn’t finish her sentence. But then, she doesn’t have to.
“On the plus side, though, it’s been really nice getting to know you,” she says. “To see that you’re much more nuanced than just black coffee.”
I chuckle. “So, I’m not steady and reliable?”
“No, you are those things,” she says. “It’s just nice to know there’s a lot more below the surface than just that.”
“So, what am I? A latte?”
She screws up her face in thought. “I’d say more like a caramel macchiato. You’re very layered with a layer of sweetness you do your best to hide.”
A laugh bursts from my mouth, and I shake my head. “A caramel macchiato. Nice. I suppose I’ve been called worse things.”
I get to my feet and start to clear the plates, but Brynn jumps up quickly. “Let me help.”
“It’s all right. I got it,” I tell her.
“You’ve been cooking and cleaning up after me for days now. The least I can do is a few dishes. Seriously, let me help.”
“All right. Thank you,” I respond. “But if I’m being honest, it’s been kind of nice having somebody to cook for.”
“And I appreciate that, but you don’t have to do all the cleaning too.”
I laugh softly. “Then clean away. I won’t stop you.”
We carry everything into the kitchen, and I set the dishes in the sink, then turn to clear away the food from the counter.
Brynn grabs me by the hands, though, and when she does, it feels like raw electricity is shooting through my veins.
She must feel it too because she raises her eyes to mine, and I see the same hunger that’s rampaging through me reflected in her eyes.
Despite knowing better, despite that little voice in my head screaming, “NO!” I lean down and pull her to me, engulfing her in my embrace and press my mouth to hers.
I slide my tongue past Brynn’s teeth, sliding it against hers.
She kisses me back, though tentatively at first. But a moment later, she melts into me, kissing me with a fiery passion that fills me with an overwhelming heat, leaving me seeing stars.
Pushing her back against the counter, I grip her ponytail and pull her head back, planting a line of kisses on her neck.
Brynn’s gasp turns into a slow moan as she writhes beneath my touch.
I slide my hands up her belly to her breasts, cupping and pinching them as our tongues swirl.
I feel the heat of her body through her thin t-shirt and her soft, supple curves as she grinds against me.
My cock is impossibly rigid, and the way she’s moving against my body stokes the flames inside me even higher.
If she keeps it up, I might just come right here and now.
Brynn reaches down and takes hold of my cock through my jeans.
It was so unexpected, I flinch, so she lets go immediately and looks up at me, her eyes wide and worried.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“Don’t be, baby girl,” I growl.
Grabbing her hand, I guide it back to my stiff cock.
She grips my rod firmly and strokes me up and down.
My entire body sings, and my every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire.
My lust for Brynn drowns out that voice in the back of my mind that’s still screaming for me to stop.
But I can’t. I’m not paying attention. All I can do right now is feel. All I want to do is feel.
I slide my hands into Brynn’s shorts and push them down.
She wiggles her hips, and they fall to the floor.
Pressing my mouth to hers, I slip my hand between her legs and groan, feeling how warm and wet she is already.
She moans and throws her head back as I slip a pair of fingers into her, sliding them deep.
She bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes shut; a pinch of pain flashes across her face.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
I finger-fuck her slowly but steadily until she quakes.
She draws a sharp breath and throws her head back as I rub her clit with my thumb.
A long, shaky groan bursts from her mouth.
She grips my wrist and clenches down on my fingers, making herself impossibly tight and cries out.
Her cheeks flush, she breathes heavily, and her body starts to quiver from head to toe.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come hard for me.”
“I’m coming, Fuck, I’m coming.”
Her trembling slowly ebbs, and she loosens her grip. I take my fingers out and slide them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her nectar.
“You taste so good, baby girl.”
“Taste me, Better than black coffee?” She giggles before adding, “Daddy.”
She squeals as I scoop her up and set her down on the island. Falling to my knees, I put her legs on my shoulder and dive face-first into her pussy. She gasps and squirms as I lap at her tight, wet slit and circle my tongue around her clit.
“Oh, my God, Daddy,” she moans. “Yes. Yes, don’t stop, Daddy.”
Brynn grabs hold of my head with both hands and pulls me into her.
As I lap hungrily at her slick center, the taste of her pussy drives me out of my mind.
Holding my head in place, she grinds her slit hard against my face, the heels of her tennis shoes scrape up and down my shoulder blades.
The way she moves and her small, breathy moans fuel my passion, and I’m harder than I’ve ever been before.
Plunging my tongue deep into her, rubbing and pinching her clit at the same time.
“Yes, like that. Oh, my God, Daddy, yes,” she cries.
Her entire body grows taut, and a moment later, a high-pitched screech echoes around the kitchen.
Brynn shakes wildly on the countertop, her fingernails dig into my scalp as she fights to keep my face deep in her pussy as she comes.
Slowly, her orgasm ebbs, and she sits up, a trembling smile on her lips, but the hint of horny hunger still glows in her eyes.
“I want you inside me, Daddy,” she whispers.“Now”
My need for her is so thick, I can’t form a single word.
All that comes out is a grunt as I pull her off the island counter, turn her around, and then roughly bend her over.
She turns her head, watching me over her shoulder as I yank my jeans down and pull my cock out.
She purrs as I rub the head of it along her slit, getting it nice and slick before nestling it between her wet, velvety soft lips.
I give a gentle push, and she gasps, her body tightens around me.
“Are you sure you want this, baby girl?”
Her face is filled with pure desire. “Fuck me, Daddy. I fucking need it.”
Slowly and gently, I push myself into her.
A long, low groan passes her lips, and I throw my head back, my entire body alight with sensation.
Lighting courses through my veins. She’s impossibly fucking tight; her pussy grips around my cock like a fist. Gripping her hips, I start to move, the feeling of my cock sliding along the wet walls of her pussy more incredible than anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Fucking Christ,” I gasp.
“Harder, Daddy.”
Her dirty little mouth feeds the fire burning within me, making me feral. Reaching up, I grab her ponytail and yank her head back as I start to pound her from behind.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” she groans.
She yelps as I slap her ass hard enough to leave a red print. “Do you like that, baby girl?”
“I love it, Daddy. I fucking love it.”
The sharp crack of my hand meeting her ass again rings in my ears, blending with her cries of passion, creating the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.
But she’s so hot and tight, and the way her pussy clenches around my cock is sending me over the edge.
Still gripping her hair, I pull it harder as I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stave off the inevitable.
But I feel my cock starting to swell. I start to slow down and pull my cock out slightly, not wanting this to end too quickly.
She turns her head, a wicked little grin on her lips and pushes her ass back onto me, taking me deeper into her. Brynn bites her bottom lip.
“Come for me, Daddy,” she purrs. “Fill me up. I want to feel it. I need it.” I build the rhythm back to a crescendo. She fucks back at me while I fuck forward to her, and our bodies collide in a fucking beautiful slapping beat. It builds in intensity.
“Fuck Daddy, I’m coming. Don’t stop. I need to feel your hot come inside of me.”
And that does it. Between her dirty talk and the feeling of her hot, tight sex, I can’t hold off any longer. My cock twitches, and I erupt. Throwing my head back, I groan loudly as I explode, shooting my thick, hot seed deep into her pussy.
Brynn stiffens and cries out, trembling hard as she comes with me. Together, we ride out the waves of ecstasy, clinging to each other as we try to prolong the moment and savor the sensations gripping us.
As I empty myself into her, my cock starts to deflate, eventually slipping out of her.
We remain as we are for a moment, trying to catch our breath.
And when we do, I step back. Brynn stands up and turns around, throwing her arms around my waist and turns her face up to me.
I smile as I stare down into those beautiful silver-blue eyes, my heart still racing, and the desire to have her again begins to build inside of me.
“That felt amazing,” she says.
“It did.”
“This could be dangerous.”
“It could.”
A small grin tugs the corner of her mouth. “How about we tempt fate a little more and go take a shower together?”
I laugh and she squeals as I scoop her up. “I’m all for living dangerously.”
As I carry her toward the bathroom, my body is still tingling, and my cock begins to stiffen once more as I’m carried away on a river of desire.
And yet, that little voice in the back of my mind speaks up again, telling me that this is going to be complicated. Right at this very moment, though, I don’t care. I want this woman, and I’m going to have her again.
She has opened me up in ways I never expected. Ways I didn’t know I wanted. This is either be really good for me… or this is all going to be one big fucking disaster.