Chapter 17 Monroe
MONROE
One minute, I was shocked at Brodan’s arrival.
I’d done my damnedest to exorcise him from my mind that weekend after Friday’s altercation.
He’d been so cruel to me, I felt something die inside.
There had been nothing but pain since. I’d avoided my mum’s phone calls because I just couldn’t bear someone else treating me like I was nothing.
So for Brodan to show up, to pretend like he cared, even as he glared at me like he hated me, was too much.
All my rage and frustration became a fire inside of me I didn’t know how to expel. Apparently, my body had decided exactly how it wanted to release all that pent up anger.
Part of me needed this. To feel anything but sorrow. Another part wanted to brand myself on him, to ruin him.
So I kissed him. And he kissed me back.
Lips, tongue, hunger. Ferocious, biting kisses that stole our breaths.
I pushed at his peacoat, shoving it down his arms without breaking our kiss, and then we fell upon the bed.
Hands pawing while lips and tongues searched for any naked spot they could find.
He squeezed my breasts just hard enough to shoot pleasure pain through me as he ground between my legs.
Then his fingers curled around the elastic waist of my thermals and underwear and he shoved them both down to my knees.
Impatience darkened Brodan’s expression as he glowered down at me seconds before his mouth found mine again and his thumb slid over my clit. I moaned as he massaged the bundle of nerves. His kisses grew more ravenous as I fumbled to pull the zipper down on his jeans.
His fingers prodded inside me. The wet he found there made him grunt into my mouth.
He tore his lips from mine, and my chest rose and fell in frenzied breaths as he reached into his back pocket and tugged out his wallet.
Brodan’s hands shook as he flipped it open impatiently and removed a foil package.
Anticipation made me squirm beneath him as he threw away the wallet and tugged the zipper on his jeans down the rest of the way. He never broke eye contact as he shoved down his jeans and boxers just far enough to release his thick, swollen erection.
A tiny voice in the back of my mind tried to warn me this was a terrible idea. That the momentary bliss of sex would never be worth the torment of the aftermath.
Yet I shoved the voice out.
Desperate for something. Anything but the pain between us.
Brodan held my gaze as he rolled on the condom and fell between my legs, his elbows braced on either side of my head as he kissed me.
I let my legs fall open, wide, and as he nudged, I breathed heavily into his mouth.
Brodan pushed into me. Hard.
My desire eased his way, but he was thick, and that overwhelming fullness I’d been desperate for shot electric sparks of pleasure down my spine.
I needed more.
“Brodan,” I gasped, sliding my hands down his ass, pushing his jeans further out of the way so I could curl my fingers into his silken, hard muscle.
“Say it again,” he growled against my lips, holding still inside me.
“What?” I murmured in a daze.
“Say my name.”
“Brodan.” I reached for his lips, but he pushed up onto his hands and moved his hips.
If rational thought ever had a chance, it was lost as my whole being, my entire existence, centered on the hot, fast, hard drive of Brodan Adair inside me. My hips rose in shallow thrusts to meet his, my cries filling his ears as his groans filled mine.
My fingernails dug into his arms as I held on to him, taking his thrusts with pleasured moans.
The tension inside me tightened, tightened, tightened every time he pulled out and slammed back in. So full. So overwhelmingly full.
Brodan was inside me.
Above me.
Surrounding me.
It was perfect.
And it took me to the edge so quickly. Too quickly.
“I’m close,” I moaned.
He reached for my thigh, wrapping his big hand around it, and pulled it up against his hip, changing the angle of his thrust. There was a slight pain in it, but a good pain. It was too much. Just the right amount of too much. Hard and possessive and all-encompassing.
His jeans scratched deliciously against my bare thighs. The drag of his cock in and out of my tight muscles caused a rush of tingles to tighten the tension deep inside me. My heart raced so hard. My skin flushed hot. More.
Give me more.
Brodan’s expression was harsh with desperation, his groans and huffs and fierce need fueling mine.
The tension inside me shattered, lights flickering behind my eyes, and I yelled his name as my inner muscles clamped hard on him and throbbed like a tight fist around his cock.
Brodan grunted, shock slackening his features. “Fuck!” His hips pounded faster against me and then momentarily stilled. “Monroe!” he groaned, his grip on my thigh bruising as his hips jerked with the swell and throb of his release.
As his climax shuddered through him, he let go of my thigh and slumped over me. I felt his warm, heavy weight and closed my eyes, disbelieving what just occurred.
Our labored breathing filled the tiny bedroom.
My pulse practically jumped in my throat.
Finally, the blood rushing in my ears calmed, and I became fully cognizant of our situation.
I sprawled on the bed with Brodan on top of me, between my legs, still inside me. We were both fully clothed, my thermal bottoms around my ankles and Brodan’s jeans around his hips.
It had been frantic.
Aggressive.
Fucking.
And the best orgasm of my life.
Brodan stiffened and raised his head to look at me.
Something tortured in his gaze made me freeze like a deer in headlights.
Then his expression shuttered, and he pulled out of me, the muscle in his jaw flexing before he rolled off and sat up.
I pushed onto my elbows, fear cooling my pleasure-heated skin as I watched him brace his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
The posture of despair.
What every woman wanted to see from the man who’d just thoroughly fucked her.
“Brodan?”
He tensed and then looked over his shoulder at me.
His gaze dropped to between my legs, and I suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable.
I pulled my thermals and underwear back on.
Brodan pushed off the bed and shoved open the door in the hallway to the tiny bathroom.
Inside, I heard some rustling and deduced as he came back out, zipped up, that he’d disposed of the condom.
The condom.
Because we just had sex.
I did not see that coming.
“Brodan?”
He shot me an unreadable look before he bent down to pick up his discarded coat. His eyes came back to mine as he shrugged it on. “So … how did I compare to Arran?”
Pain so extreme sliced through me, he might as well have stuck me with a knife.
Realization dawned.
He’d kissed me back … and fucked me for revenge.
To hurt me even more.
A chill crawled through me. I needed it. I needed to feel nothing but cold because otherwise, I’d break in front of him. And I wouldn’t give the bastard the satisfaction.
“Get out. Now.”
For once, he listened.
Brodan spun on his heel and marched out of the room and through the small caravan. The door slammed shut behind him seconds later, and a minute after that I heard the crunch of gravel as his car left.
I crawled off the bed, clutching my stomach like I’d actually been gutted, and I pushed into the tiny bathroom.
With the shower on as hot as it would go, I stripped out of my thermals, promising to burn them later, and stepped under the hot spray.
I scrubbed at my skin, trying to wash him away, my sobs filling the small room like a thunderstorm breaking the heat.