Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
REV
I don’t give myself time to think. Thinking is where the cracks start, where the edges get sharp and ugly and out of control. So I move.
My hand closes around hers and I lead her through the thin wash of neon and streetlight toward my bike, her fingers still warm, still trembling just a little in my grip.
I can feel the echo of her in my bones, in my blood, like my body hasn’t caught up with what just happened yet. My pulse is loud in my ears. Too loud.
Spiraling, yeah. But contained. Locked down tight behind steel walls and discipline and years of learning how to keep the monster leashed.
She lets me guide her without a word, trusting in that quiet way that hits me straight in the chest. Her shoulder brushes my arm and my attention snaps to the contact like a live wire.
Every nerve in me is tuned to her. The way she walks.
The way her breath sounds. The faint sway of her body beside mine.
Mine. The word lands heavy and territorial in my head. I don’t fight it. I just keep moving.
I stop beside the bike and turn her gently so I can get the helmet on her.
My hands slow automatically, careful, precise.
I lift her hair free of the strap, my knuckles brushing the warm skin at the back of her neck, and my jaw tightens.
That tiny touch hits harder than it should.
Her eyes flick up to mine and for half a second the world narrows down to just the two of us and the low thrum of the city around us.
“You good?” I ask, voice rougher than I mean it to be.
She nods, a soft smile tugging at her mouth. “Yeah.”
I fasten the strap, give it a small tug to make sure it’s secure, my thumb brushing under her chin without thinking.
The instinct to protect sits thick in my chest, heavy and consuming.
I want her wrapped in armor. I want every threat a mile away from her.
I want the world quiet and harmless and bent away from her orbit.
I step back before that thought goes somewhere dangerous.
She climbs on behind me and settles close, her hands finding my waist, her body fitting against my back like it was built there. The contact sends a sharp, grounding jolt through me. I welcome it. Anchor it. Let it pull me back into control.
The engine roars to life beneath us and we roll into the street, the city unfolding in streaks of color and motion. Streetlights smear into gold lines. Storefronts glow and vanish. Traffic hums and fades into background noise.
But none of it really registers. All I can see is the faint reflection of her helmet in my mirrors. All I can hear is the way her breath moves against my back. All I can feel is the heat of her body pressed into mine, her grip tightening every time I lean us into a turn.
Every mile pulls me deeper into that singular focus. Her weight. Her trust. The way she shifts with me without thinking, already in rhythm with the bike and my body like we’ve done this a hundred times instead of once.
My mind keeps flashing back to the way she looked, the way she sounded, the way she melted into me, and I clamp down hard on the memory. Not here. Not now. I need my head clear. I need my hands steady.
She leans her helmet lightly against my shoulder and something inside my chest goes dangerously soft. The city keeps rushing past in buzzing color and sound, but inside my helmet it’s just her and the steady roar of the engine and the pounding of my own heart.
I pull up to my house and cut the engine, the sudden quiet ringing in my ears after the roar of the ride. My hands linger on the grips for half a second longer than necessary, grounding myself, steadying the pulse that’s still hammering too fast.
I swing off the bike and help her down, my hands settling automatically at her waist to steady her. She’s warm, solid, real. The helmet comes off and her hair tumbles free in the porch light, and something in my chest tightens so hard it almost hurts.
I take her hand and lead her to the front door, keys already in my grip. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and we barely make it over the threshold before the tension inside me snaps.
I turn and press her back against the wall, my body fitting into the space like it was always meant to be there.
My hand slides to the hem of her shirt and drags it up and over her head in one impatient motion, fabric forgotten somewhere behind us.
Her full fucking tits bounce free and I go momentarily still, mesmerized.
I knew they were big, but fuck, I didn’t realize she was built like this.
I palm myself once, a sharp breath through my teeth. Easy, boy. We’re taking our time. My mouth finds hers immediately, deep and demanding, all the hunger I kept chained on the ride pouring straight into the kiss.
She makes a soft sound into my mouth that shoots straight through me. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, grounding and desperate all at once, and the world narrows to heat and breath and the way she melts into me like she’s been waiting for this too.
I crowd closer, forearm braced beside her head, kissing her like I’m staking a claim, like I need to feel her right here, right now, to keep myself from unraveling completely. My pulse is loud. My body tight with barely leashed restraint. My mind spinning in dangerous, possessive circles.
I grab her perfectly round ass and lift her up the wall.
She circles her legs around my waist, kissing me back just as hard.
I keep kissing her as I carry us toward the bedroom, bumping into furniture and walls along the way, her laughter mixing with breathless little sounds that make my grip tighten.
I don’t bother turning on any lights when we make it to the room, there isn’t time for that.
I drop her onto the bed and stand there for half a second too long, just looking at her, chest heaving, control stretched thin.
I need her. Not gently. Not politely. I need her like oxygen.
I help her out of her jeans and shoes, then drag my shirt over my head and kick off my boots, shoving my jeans down my hips. Fuck. I’ve thought about this for far longer than I should have.
Now she’s here. She’s mine. And I’m going to show her exactly what that means. “Slide back,” I say, my voice rough and low.
She crawls back until the back of her head bumps my pillows. I kneel between her open legs and slide my hands up her creamy thighs. Jesus. This woman is going to kill me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I kiss up her calf, slow and deliberate, then along the inside of her thigh. I stop there and lift my head, really looking at the woman sprawled on my bed. No other woman has ever been in this bed. And I’m so damn happy about that. She’s the only one who will ever be here.
Her hands are on her tits, kneading them, tugging at her tight red nipples. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes hooded and wrecked for me. She needs relief, and I’m going to be the one to give it to her. The only one who will ever touch her again. I’ll give her the whole fucking world.
“Look at you,” I murmur, voice thick with intent.
“Already giving yourself to me.” Kissing up her thighs, I run my nose between her mound and groan, my dick spewing precum like a fucking teenager.
I fist my hand around my shaft, stroking hard, needing a second of relief before pinching the head and forcing myself to slow down.
I lick between her lips, tasting her sweet-as-sin come. Fuck me. One taste will never be enough. I think I always knew that if I ever got my hands on her, I wouldn’t be able to stay away. Now I know for sure. She’s unleashed something feral inside me.
I go back to her desperately, sucking on her clit with my needy mouth, my tongue working her until she gasps. I drive two fingers into her pussy and moan when her walls clamp down around me, tight and greedy.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her pussy. “Gotta get you ready for me. Don’t want to hurt you.”
She mewls beneath me and my cock throbs in answer, heavy and aching. Soon. Soon I’ll be inside the only pussy that’s ever owned me.
Reaching up, I grab one of her huge tits, twisting her nipple between my fingers. She cries out and her pussy clamps down hard around my fingers. I thumb her clit, slow circles that make her gasp, while two fingers thrust deep into her hot, wet cunt. Fucking fuck. “Come for me, Princess.”
She shatters on a broken cry, her body tightening and pulsing around my hand, and I’m already crawling up her, hungry, wrecked, desperate for more.
I slide my cock through her wet lips, dragging the pierced head over her swollen clit.
She thrusts up on instinct, chasing the friction. Her body already knows it’s mine.
I can’t stop watching my dick glide through her pussy lips over and over, the shine of her arousal coating me.
Jesus, I’m going to come and I’m not even inside her yet.
“Fuck. Oh fuck.” I spill between her pussy lips and she moans too, another orgasm tearing through her as my release coats her.
I give myself a minute, kissing up her stomach, sucking on her pretty nipples, letting the heat settle just enough before bringing her mouth to me.
I roll onto my back and she straddles my waist, kissing me deep, her fingers sliding into my hair, holding on tight as she trails kisses down my chest and bites gently on one of my nipples. Fuck, I’m hard again already. That took no time at all.
She rocks against me, slow and needy, over and over until we’re both slick and messy and my cock slips right inside her.
She moans loud and desperate, her body opening around me.
I grip her hips and guide her rhythm, helping her ride my shaft.
I know I’m a big motherfucker, and the piercings only add to it.
“I don’t know if I can take all of you, you’re so damn big,” she moans as I lift my hips, thrusting back into her. Her walls constrict around me, dragging me deeper, pulling me in like she needs every inch. Her body was fucking made to take me.
I roll us over and take control. Leaning down, I kiss her deep and slam into her. I drive in and out of her tight pussy, slow at first, then faster, over and over until tears slip from the corners of her eyes. I kiss them away as she gasps and moans beneath me.
This is the most intense fuck of my life. And it’s fucking Brooke. My princess. The only woman I’ve ever wanted and knew I couldn’t have. But now she’s mine. Fucking mine, and I’m never letting her go.
I’m so damn close to coming inside her, filling her womb with my cum. The thought of it taking root, of making her pregnant, floods my head until it’s the only thing that matters. I fuck her harder, driven by the need to seal myself into her, to leave no doubt that this woman is all fucking mine.
“Tell me you’re close, baby,” I murmur, my voice low and rough against her ear.
“I need you to come for me one more time, and then I’m going to come inside your perfect pussy.
I want to feel you break around me. I want to hear you say my name when you do it.
Don’t hold back. Don’t think. Just let go for me. Now come.”
She cries out, “Javier, I’m… oh my God…” Her voice breaks as she shatters around me, coming undone in my arms, and that’s all it takes. I lose it right with her, groaning as I come, my body locking tight as the wave tears through me.