Chapter 7 #2
Bree wanted to roll her eyes, call him cocky once more. But she lost all sense of what they were talking about when his thumb brushed against her clit again. She hadn’t realized he still had one hand between them as he thrust in and out of her.
She couldn’t help but jerk under his touch.
She was sensitive. Almost painfully so. But he didn’t let up.
He played her like a professional pianist. A maestro.
Like a rock star strumming his guitar. The metaphors shot through her brain, one after the other, as Smiley lasted a lot longer the second time around.
And then she could no longer think at all.
Her second orgasm wasn’t as powerful as the first, but when Smiley propped himself over her with both hands and began to fuck her hard and fast, it seemed to go on and on. Every time he bottomed out, the pressure on her clit prolonged her pleasure.
Throughout it all, Bree kept her gaze locked on Smiley’s.
There were so many emotions swirling in his eyes, she couldn’t separate them all out.
This was more intimate than anything she’d ever done before.
Somehow looking into his eyes connected them on a level she’d never experienced with previous lovers.
Even as Smiley came, he didn’t close his eyes. Didn’t look away from her.
They only lost eye contact when he seemed to deflate like a popped balloon. He collapsed onto her chest but didn’t crush her. Instead he immediately rolled, taking her with him.
She let out a small girly shriek of surprise, then nuzzled into him, loving being on top, using him as a pillow. One of his hands came to rest on her ass, holding her against him, keeping his cock from slipping out.
Bree felt exhausted. And almost embarrassed, for some reason. She’d never been that uninhibited before. That desperate to have a guy. Did he think less of her, now that she’d slept with him?
“That was…wow,” Smiley murmured.
Bree grinned against his shoulder. It sounded like he was just as wrung out as she was, which made her feel a little better. Lifting her head so she could see his face, she noted his cheeks were pink and his chest was blotchy. His hair was mussed and he had a sheen of sweat on his brow.
He was beautiful.
“This isn’t something I usually do,” Bree blurted.
His brows furrowed. “What? Sleep?”
“Sleep with someone after only knowing them for such a short time. One-night stands.”
Every muscle in his body tensed, and she knew that, because she could feel it happening all along her body.
“First, this isn’t a one-night stand. That implies that it’s a one-time thing.
That’s not what’s happening here. Second, we know each other.
You’ve been stalking me for a while now, and I’ve more than done my research on you.
And third, I’ve never been a fan of having sex just for the sake of sex.
I’ve got my fist, and that’s enough when I need to get off.
“This is different. Special. And if you don’t agree, if you just needed a tension reliever…you need to climb off me right this second, and I’ll go sleep in the living room like I have been.”
By the end of his little speech, Smiley sounded pissed. Any warm, fuzzy feelings he might’ve had after his orgasm, she’d obviously ruined.
But she couldn’t help feeling a tiny bit relieved that he was so emotional. And happy about what he’d said.
In response, she lay her head back down on his shoulder and tightened her arms and legs—and inner muscles—around him as she said, “No.”
After a heartbeat, he asked, “No?”
“No, I’m not climbing off. I’m comfy right where I am, thank you very much. I like you right here. Where I can keep an eye on you.”
She felt him chuckle. The rumble reverberated down her body. “Okay.”
“We good?” she felt the need to ask.
“More than.” Then, after a moment, “I’m gonna need you to keep doing that.”
“Doing what?” Bree asked, feeling more and more drowsy after the two orgasms she’d received.
“Not backing down when I’m an ass.”
Bree lifted her head at that. “You weren’t an ass,” she said, feeling confused.
“I was. Don’t let me get away with talking to you like that. I was rude. Instead of snapping at you, I should’ve had a calm, rational discussion.”
Bree couldn’t help it. She laughed. “Smiley, that was you having a calm, rational discussion. You said what you were feeling and gave me a choice. It was fine. You’re fine. I’m good.” He stared at her for so long, Bree began to feel uneasy. “What?”
But he simply shook his head. “Nothing. It’s just…nine out of ten women would’ve gotten pissed if I’d talked to them like that.”
“I like doing the unexpected.”
“Like stalk a Navy SEAL and his friends?”
“Yup, like that,” she agreed breezily.
“By the way…I’m impressed,” Smiley told her.
“Not many people could’ve done what you did, for as long as you did it.
I mean, I’m not happy about it, you should’ve just come out and told me you needed help as soon as you got to town, but the fact that you were able to stay under the radar, and not have me or any of my friends notice you watching us… it’s impressive.”
“Thanks.”
“Do I dare ask how you learned that shit?”
She smiled and lay her head back down. “No.”
“Fair enough.”
Bree didn’t want to think about her teenage years.
She’d been a hellion. She’d tested every boundary her parents had set.
Including sneaking out of the house at night, doing stuff a lot of stupid teenagers did.
Smoking, drinking, partying. And while her friends inevitably got caught and grounded, her own parents never noticed.
She’d learned how to hide in plain sight. Like how to hide from the cops when they broke up a party, and she had to run into the woods to get away. And once she started driving, she became very adept at evading the police when running on foot turned into driving away from those same parties.
Bree wasn’t proud of the things she’d done when she was young and dumb, but staying under the radar had become second nature to her. So when she’d needed to hide for her own safety, she’d fallen back on old habits. Thankfully, she still seemed to have a knack for being invisible.
“I really liked Fiona and Julie. And everyone else,” Bree said after a moment.
“We didn’t have a chance to talk after your visit with them. That go okay?”
Remembering the look he’d given her while she was on the deck with the women made Bree blush. “Yeah. I hate what happened to them. But I’m so impressed with how they’ve coped.”
“They’re amazing. But then again, they’d be amazing even without the shit that happened to them.”
He wasn’t wrong. And his words made Bree like him all the more. “Yeah,” she agreed.
His cock, which had been inside her this entire time, slipped out of her body.
They both groaned, which made Bree giggle.
“Fuck, that sucks,” Smiley complained. Then he rolled, taking Bree with him once more.
“Smiley!” she exclaimed, surprised by the move.
“Gotta get up and get you a washcloth,” he told her. Then he kissed her on the tip of her nose before climbing out of bed.
Bree didn’t even have a chance to tell him not to bother. That she was fine. But the view of him from behind as he strode toward the bathroom was one she’d remember for the rest of her life. She hadn’t had a chance to really check him out, since they’d been so desperate to get naked and make love.
He was a Greek god. Or at least sculpted like one. His ass was a work of art. The globes perfectly round, and she could see the muscles contract as he walked.
As she climbed under the covers, she heard running water in the bathroom, and when he walked back toward the bed, to her surprise, he was still naked.
And…Lord. His front was almost better than the back.
Bree greedily ran her gaze up and down his body as he came toward her.
His cock was flaccid now, and still she could hardly believe he’d fit all of it inside her.
His chest had a sprinkling of hair, and he had that V thing going on with the muscles at his hips that all hetero women lusted after.
When her gaze made it back up to his face as he stopped by the side of the bed, he was smirking. “Done?” he asked.
“Not even close,” she murmured.
To her surprise, Smiley didn’t move to get back into the bed. Instead, he lifted his arms, then spun in a slow circle, letting her look her fill.
Giggling, she said, “Get back in here,” as she started to lift the covers.
In response, he grabbed the sheet and blanket and whipped them off her body.
Bree screeched in surprise. But when she saw the look of awe and appreciation in his gaze, she stilled, realizing he was doing the same thing as she’d done. Looking his fill, now that desperation and lust wasn’t clouding his vision.
“How’d I get so lucky?” he asked, putting a knee on the mattress. He settled himself next to her on his side and brought his hand with the washcloth between her legs.
“I can do that,” Bree told him.
“I got it.”
This should’ve been weird. Uncomfortable. But Smiley didn’t linger. He wiped her clean, then tossed the wet washcloth onto the floor.
“Are you going to leave that there?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“But it could mildew. It’ll get the carpet pad wet, and it’ll mold.”
He looked at her for a beat, then without a word, swung his legs back over the side of the bed. To Bree’s amazement, he leaned down and grabbed the washcloth and went back to the bathroom without complaint.
He was back seconds later, turning off the overhead light and pulling the covers over them.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Bree said.
“Did what?”
“Got back up to put the wet washcloth away.”
“Why wouldn’t I? You had a good point. And the last thing I wanted was for you to be worrying about it all night.”
“I wouldn’t have worried about it all night,” she protested.
In response, Smiley lifted a brow, which she could just see in the dim glow from the nightlight in his bathroom.
Damn. How did he know her so well already? “Okay, maybe I would’ve. But still. I didn’t really expect you to get up right then and there and move it.”
“You ask something of me, if it’s in my power to do it, I will,” Smiley said simply.
Bree stared at him. “Some women would abuse that power.”
“Yeah. But you won’t.”
She wouldn’t. Again, how he seemed to know her so well was almost startling. “You’re kind of scary,” she blurted, saying what she was thinking.
“Not to you,” he retorted calmly. “Now can we stop talking about a fucking washcloth and get some sleep? We’ve had some early mornings, and tomorrow is no exception. We could use an early night to bed.”
Bree took a deep breath and relaxed against Smiley. She was still a little confused about how she’d gotten here, but she was happier than she’d been in a very long time. She felt safe. Which wasn’t a feeling she’d had much in her life.
“Smiley?”
“Lord, woman. What?”
She couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped. “Just…thank you for being you. For introducing me to your friends. For sharing your world with me. It means…well, it means a lot.”
“You’ll learn in time that they can be annoying. Showing up when you least expect it. Butting into your business. Giving you unsolicited advice.”
“Not to mention having your back, giving you unconditional support and loyalty.”
“Yeah, that too,” Smiley agreed. “Sleep, woman.”
Bree fell asleep with a smile on her face. Her life was anything but settled, Mateo was still a threat, but with Fiona and Julie’s words of encouragement, and seeing how happy and well-adjusted they were, somehow he didn’t seem quite as scary anymore.
She had her SEAL at her back, as well as his entire circle of badass friends. If the worst happened, she’d fight to get back to Smiley. Because this was the life she wanted. Here in Riverton. With him.