Chapter 37
Selena
The house was bursting at the seams when we pulled up outside. Cal sat on the front steps, hood up, attracting attention from various girls on the front lawn who were too intimidated to approach him.
“What the fuck happened? This wasn’t supposed to be so… elaborate,” Brody grunted.
Cal shrugged. “I don’t know. First Bailey showed up and then this. He said you had OK’d it, and he already seemed to know the staff, fuck knows how.”
“Marcus has a way with people.” I found myself laughing at Brody’s expression.
He turned to me and pointed an accusing finger at my face. “This is all your fault, heathen.”
“What? How did you get there?”
“If I hadn’t needed information from Marcus about… it doesn’t matter, just know that it’s your fault,” Brody muttered and then jerked his head toward the stairs. “Come on, let’s go and see the carnage.”
Aisha and I followed the twins up the stairs. The music was loud inside, the bass vibrating the floor. The sitting room and kitchen were packed. There were people everywhere, from other hockey players and puck bunnies, to other students I kind of recognized from other programs.
“Jesus,” Brody muttered. “Marcus did this on purpose. No way he likes parties this big. Where is that fucker?”
“Out back. Everyone’s in the pool.”
“Of course they are.” Brody started to head toward the back doors that led to the swimming pool area but then stopped and turned to me. “Are you okay with this?”
“What? Why?”
“It’s your house, too.”
“Even if I wasn’t, I don’t think there’s much that can be done at this point.” I shrugged and linked arms with Aisha. “Don’t worry. We’ll have fun. Let’s go to the pool.”
“Okay!”
We walked through the house, dodging the makeshift dance floor and people playing beer pong on the dining room table. It was hot and sticky inside, all the extra bodies making the AC work overtime.
Outside by the pool was balmy and pleasant. I spied the other Ice Gods lounging by the seats at the end, a big rectangle of outdoor sofas with a firepit burning in the middle.
“There you are!” Winter announced, coming to my side. “I thought you’d forgotten my invitation.”
“I didn’t even know about this until now,” I told her. It was so warm out, unusually so for the time of year. “I’m just going to go and change, and I’ll be down in a second.”
“Okay, maybe then we can go in the pool,” Winter suggested.
I nodded, but I had no intention of doing that. Going in the pool didn’t work well with trying to hide most of your arms and legs.
I headed upstairs, thankful that no one seemed to have migrated up there yet.
I slipped into my room and locked the door, quickly rifling through my things for something less warm but that still covered me.
I pulled my top off and then wriggled out of my jeans. God, that felt better. A sound from the bathroom had me whirling around.
My earlier nerves from the library resurfaced. I held my shirt to my chest as I advanced on the door.
“Hello?” I called and pushed the ajar door farther open.
“Shit! You scared me!” I cried as I took in Brody.
He’d just walked in through the other door and was stripping down.
“I need to shower,” he said, his wet hair sticking to his cheeks in a way that should have been criminal, it was so hot. He dropped his T-shirt on the floor and then yanked his shorts down. Just like that, he was completely naked.
I stood there with my mouth hanging open as he reached into the huge shower enclosure and turned the water on.
“Care to join me?” He turned back to look at me.
God, his body was no joke. He was sculpted to perfection, from the hockey ass to the eight-pack, the tawny skin, and the tattoos.
“I have to go downstairs,” I said dazedly, gaze still glued to him.
His confidence only made him hotter. How would it feel to be so sure of yourself, your body, your own power? I used to know that feeling, in a past life. Or at least I thought I did.
“Go—after,” he said as his focus dipped down my body. “You’re practically naked as it is.”
I belatedly remembered I was only in my underwear. The urge to hide myself was strong, an instinct I couldn’t escape. Yet, there was something about the look in Brody’s eyes that chased my self-consciousness away.
It was impossible to feel self-conscious when someone like Brody was looking at you like you were his ideal of perfection. Like he couldn’t breathe without touching you.
Slowly, I let the T-shirt I was holding over my chest fall. Brody reached for the shower gel. He pumped a generous amount into his hand and rubbed it down his body. Suds trailed in his wake. I couldn’t stop watching.
He lowered his hand to his cock, rigid and straining up his belly. He was hard again, for me?
“You’re having that problem again?” I raised an eyebrow at him, desperately trying to claw back my cool. “Getting hard for no reason?”
“I have a reason, and she’s standing right here.” He smirked at me. “Are you really not going to join me? What happened to only living once?”
“There are about two hundred other people in the house,” I reminded him.
“Then lock the door.”
I found myself stepping into the room and doing just that before I could question it. I walked toward the shower, and he stepped back to let me in, his gaze running over my half-naked form.
“Lose the rest, unless you want to get it wet.”
I hesitated with my hand on my bra strap. Was I really this brazen around him? All this time I’d felt self-conscious and nervous about my body… but around Brody, it was all different.
I slipped my bra off, and then my panties followed.
Brody groaned. “Look what a good girl you are when you decide to be.”
“Fuck you, Sinclair,” I shot back playfully, stepping into the spray beside him. I reached out and grabbed his soapy dick. “Do you want a hand or not?” I pumped up and down his thick shaft.
“Oh, I do, but I have my rules, sweetheart.” He tugged my hand from his dick. “Ladies first.”
He sank onto his knees before me and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder.
“Hold on,” he murmured, then kissed up my thigh. “I’m going to make you scream.”
“Such delusions of grandeur,” I said, even though the memory of the gym and his magical mouth proved that his confidence was well-earned.
“Want to make a bet?” He ran his hands up the backs of my thighs and cupped my ass.
“What bet?”
“If you don’t scream, I don’t get to come. If you do, I get to come… inside you.”
“What?” I protested. “I thought that wasn’t allowed.”
Brody shrugged. “You take birth control.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I know everything about you,” Brody said confidently.
Wrong.
“But are you sure? Sure I never forget? Sure enough to break your rules?” I asked.
He considered that and then pinned me with a look. “I don’t care. I want to come inside you.”
I had no idea how to respond to that wild statement, so I just nodded, a little dazed.
He grinned, then pressed his face to my pussy. His fingers worked inside me. Two fingers went in my pussy while a third toyed with my ass. His tongue found my clit and circled it.
My knees nearly gave out. It was too good. It was too much.
I held on to his head, his dark, wet waves just the right length to tug.
“I fucking love it when you pull my hair,” Brody admitted.
“Oh my God, I can’t—it’s too much,” I rushed out, an orgasm approaching way too quickly. I couldn’t come this fast. It was embarrassing.
“Too bad, sweetheart. I told you I was going to make you scream.”
He went back to torturing me with his talented tongue as his fingers worked their magic.
He had the two in my pussy sunk in as far as they could go, while the one playing with my ass had worked up to the first knuckle.
The hot water rained down on us, and even the droplets trickling over my nipples added to the onslaught.
“I can’t, I can’t,” I chanted.
He pushed me onward.
“You will. You are,” Brody countered and pushed at my G-spot.
My vision went white, and I came, a scream on my lips, my knees giving out so forcefully I practically had to sit on Brody’s face for balance. His tongue kept going through every pulse, drawing it out, expanding a universe of pleasure I honestly hadn’t known my body was even capable of.
I came and came, an endless wave that only crashed when the cool tile against my cheek registered through my overwhelmed brain.
“You scream so beautifully for me, cheer captain,” Brody said, that same old arrogance in his tone. He’d had no doubt he could destroy me with pleasure, and he’d done just that.
He helped me straighten, and I leaned on the shower wall weakly.
I reached out to touch his dick. It was flushed a deep red, the veins standing out starkly.
“Don’t.” He dipped his hips and pulled himself from my reach. “I’m so fucking close.”
His temple was pressed to mine, his expression tortured. Here was the guy who was a master over his own body. The one who woke up early, ate like a health guru, and exercised discipline in every single thing.
And my touch was making him shake.
I’d never felt more powerful.
A whim crossed my mind. An act that until very recently, I’d thought I might never want to perform again. But as soon as I thought it, I wanted it.
I wanted to undo Brody’s self-control even more. I wanted to make him lose control. I slid down his body, holding on to his thighs to steady myself until my knees hit the tile.
I looked up at him and took his dick in my hand, angling it downward and kissing the tip.
He hissed, slapping a hand on the shower wall. His gaze was fixed on me, dark and possessive. It made me feel all kinds of things.
I opened my mouth and slipped the head inside. He groaned, his hand cupping my face and rubbing over the place where his huge dick bulged in my cheek.
I slid down on him as far as I could and then pulled back. He made no move to take my control away. He didn’t thrust or gag me. He let me set the pace. Slowly, my confidence grew. I pressed down farther, and he touched the back of my throat.