24. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
I vy
Brody’s breathless promise has my head spinning. I hold onto his shoulders and keep my lower body still. When he’s touching me, I can’t think of anything else but him. He’s what I need. He makes me feel.
The sweet aftermath of my orgasm evaporated as I glimpsed Brody’s cock. I’m horny again. I need him inside me so bad. It’s his hard and heavy length alone that can eliminate my fears.
He’s stalling. His cock is poised at my entrance but he’s taking his time. I lift my hips, rubbing myself against him, knowing it drives him crazy.
“Oh, Ivy,” he rumbles.
“I want it now,” I whine.
“I know.” His words come out strained. “Just need to think of something. Anything that’ll keep me from coming on the first pump.”
His admission makes me feel powerful and I want to use that power. I kiss him to distract him and knot my ankles around his lower back for leverage. His hair is soft in my hands and damp with perspiration. I run my fingers along his scalp and work his tongue until he is moaning.
That’s when I rear my hips as far back as they’d go and buck up, sheathing his cock with my pussy.
A gasp leaves my throat at the same time that Brody shivers and growls. He’s so thick and big, I feel so full I can’t breathe.
“Fucking hell, Ivy.” He closes one hand around my hip and braces the other beside my head. “You didn’t have to do that.” The veins stand out on his forehead in sharp relief and his neck is corded and angled as if he’s in pain. Or immense pleasure.
I moan and arch my back, twisting my hips to get him moving. He fits so snugly inside of me I shiver with each slight movement.
“Fuck, baby,” he huffs. “You’re squeezing me.”
“Only because I need you so bad.” I run my fingers down his chest and back up. “Please, give me what I need.”
“How can I say no to that?” He drops low, his chest nearly touching mine.
I hold still for his first stroke but nothing could have prepared me for the force of it. A yelp leaves me as the deep thrust pins me to the bed.
I’ve unleashed a monster. He growls above me as he pulls out and drives in again. Hard .
With eyes wide open, I’m enraptured by his tight features as he uses my body for his pleasure. It starts off slow and deep but the speed quickly picks up. He pulls out only to plunge back in again.
My awe turns to maddening need as every time he sinks deep he grazes my clit with his mound. It’s a light, quick rub but it’s enough to set my body on fire. I start to meet his drives with some of my own. Anything to explore the sensation growing in my clit.
“Stay still,” he rasps. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I want to come too.” I plant my feet on the bed and thrust upward.
“Stubborn woman.” He pulls out, leaving my hole aching and empty.
“Brody, don’t—” Before I can get the words out, he spins me over so my stomach is flat against the mattress.
I gasp, still reeling from the unexpected move. Then his hands clamp around my waist, pulling me to a kneeling position.
“You can’t just—” A cry leaves me as he plunges back in. I’m full. So full .
“Tell me what I can’t do, Ivy.” He leans over me, breathing against my ear. “Tell me I can’t take you however I want.”
A whimper leaves my lips. No words. I’ve run out of words to argue because his ramming me from behind and fucking my body, spirit, and soul.
“Thought so,” he huffs. He ropes an arm around my stomach and holds me still for a quick succession of drives.
My eyes go blind and I’m shaking like a leaf in a tornado. He’s taking over me and upending my entire being from the inside out and there’s nothing I can do but take it.
His fingers ride up to my chest and he teases my nipples as he fucks in and out of me. “Look at that. Played with them once and they know who owns them, don’t they?”
My head screams no but my body says yes, my pussy making more wetness to ease his entry. Welcome him home. My mouth hangs open, only able to produce whimpers and cries as he tunnels into me.
A second hand works between my legs and he huffs. “Such a wet, horny woman.” His drives turn more forceful, more insistent as he plays with my clit and nipples. “Did you go to bed at night thinking of how hard I fucked you? Did you wish for this? For my cock deep inside your juicy cunt?”
I’m so close all I can do is gasp and hold on for the completion that’s coming.
“Because I did.” He covers me with his body, chest pressed to my back. “I dreamt of fucking deep into this squelching cunt and finding the end of it. Then I filled her up with cum. I filled her up until she couldn’t take anymore.”
Tears seep out of the corner of my eyes. My body is pulled so tight if I don’t get release right now I’ll explode from anticipation.
“Do you want to make my dreams come true, Ivy? Do you want to take my cum up your tight, little snatch?”
His words quicken my race to the peak.
“Yes, yes,” I cry.
He drops a wet kiss on my neck, his breathing matching the quick tempo of his driving cock. “Just what I needed to hear.”
He grunts in my ear as he explodes inside me. Hot and creamy, his cum warms my channel. It’s all I needed, the permission to orgasm.
I throw my head back and rock against him. Once, twice. And then completion finds me. It’s like coming home. His hard cock throbs inside me and my walls squeeze around him. His fingers strum my clit, keeping the orgasm going. Shudders rocket through me as the sensations overcome me, weakening me.
We stay frozen in the throes of pleasure for what feels like an eternity until he drops me to my stomach and rolls inside of me while showering my neck and shoulders with kisses.
“Such a cute, little sexpot, Ivy. So good at taking cock.”
The aftershocks wrack my body as I bask in the glow of his praise. Then all too soon, he eases off me. I want to ask where he’s going but I’m a happy ball of satisfaction and I can’t be bothered to speak.
Brody returns and urges me to lie lengthwise on the pillows. He gazes down at me, face serene as he produces a wet, warm towel and wipes between my thighs, cleaning up the evidence of our orgasms. He leaves again. When he comes back again, the bed dips beneath his weight. He slides close and throws a sheet over us.
I crawl to his side and he loops an arm underneath my head, letting me tuck myself against him. With one leg thrown over the both of his and my head on his chest, I feel… at peace. Better than I’ve felt in a week. All is right with the world.
“Will you tell me now what happened?” His voice is low and intimate, totally at odds with the fear that swoops through me at the memory of what happened. Something that could have been prevented if Brody and the guys at HEY did their job correctly.
But he’s also a blanket of comfort for me right now. Do I get mad at him or snuggle closer and enjoy the safety my heart feels? The latter is more appealing.
Brody adjusts to give me more room as I move even though there’s nowhere left to go. “I know it’s not pleasant to talk about but I have to know.”
“I know.” I exhale, getting my thoughts together. Getting thoroughly fucked did a good job of scrambling my brain, but the traumatic event comes back quickly. “I was alone at home. Iris had left earlier for her date with Detective Callum so—”
“Wait, what?”
I lift my eyes to his. “Yeah.”
His gaze narrows as if he’s doing the math. “When did they…”
“Yeah. Stumped me too.”
He shakes his head. “Sorry. Tell me what happened.”
“So I thought I’d like to have dinner surrounded by other people, so I got dressed to go out.” My throat constricts. “I opened the door and looked in my purse for my key so I can lock it. I found it but it slipped from my fingers to the floor. I bent to pick it up and then I heard the gunshot.”
Brody’s arm stiffens around me like he can keep me safe from the memory. “Then what?” His words are quiet, laced with anger.
“I was shocked and confused. I stood up, saw the bullet hole in the door, turned and saw the gun trained at me…”
“Tell me you ran, Ivy. You didn’t try to be brave.”
“No. I didn’t run. I stood there and asked him to shoot me. He did and now you’re speaking with my ghost.”
He twists me around so he’s laying above me. I’d have kept snapping at him if his hurt eyes didn’t cool my spark of annoyance. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Nothing happened to me. I ran back inside before the second shot went off and I shut the door and locked it properly.”
He cups my cheek and presses his lips to mine. The soft touch is quickly contrasted with his hard tone. “Did you get a good look at him?”
“No. I-I don’t remember.” I blink, trying to recapture the snapshot of the moment. All I can see is the barrel of the gun pointed at me.
“It’s okay. We’ll find him.” He brushed a kiss on my temple.
“I was so terrified, Brody. I didn’t hear another shot after the second but I knew I couldn’t stay there. I called Callum and he told me to get the building manager to check and ensure the shooter was gone. And he was. He asked me to stay put but I got in my car and drove out here.”
“Oh, Ivy.” His lips run down my cheek and neck. “You shouldn’t have experienced that.”
“Yeah, well, I know I can take it. I’m only glad Iris wasn’t there. At least, I’m sure Callum can keep her safe wherever they are.”
“And you’re safe with me.” He kisses my lips.
“I know, but for how long?” Tears prickle at my eyes. No . I try to blink them away but they trail down my temples and into my hair. “Sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.” I try to nudge him aside. “I just need a moment to pull myself together.”
“Hey.” He holds me in place, eyes searching mine. “You don’t need to pull yourself together. Cry, breakdown, do whatever you need to.” He cups my cheek and thumbs my skin in gentle swipes. “You’re with me. You don’t have to be strong here. I can be strong for the both of us.”
My face crumples. I know I look hideous but I can’t hold back the downpour. Brody stays with me as I ugly cry, catching every drop with his thumbs. A man like him must find tears annoying, but he doesn’t tell me to stop or even try to console me so I’d get over it. He just lets me get it out.
“I just wish things were… normal for us, Brody.” I hiccup. “With our parents out of the picture, I thought Iris and I stood a chance of getting to know each other again and having a real bond, you know? But now she’s with Callum and I’m here and…” I cough and sniff. “It’s a fucking mess.”
He presses our heads together, uncaring that my tears wet his face. “It’ll be alright, Ivy. I promise. This is the last time. You’re safe and Iris is safe. And whoever did this is on a fucking countdown. They’re not going to get away with it.”
I roll him over so I can lay my head on my chest. “Keep talking.”
He holds me against him and indulges my craving for the sound of his voice. It lulls me, giving me hope. Peace . My eyelids grow heavy and I can’t keep them open. I’m pulled under with Brody’s voice playing in my head.