Chapter 24
VAN
Idon’t remember a damn thing from the car ride back to the hotel. How long it took, who was driving, nothing.
Not when I was consumed with Brodie sitting beside me.
Things I’d tried to push aside before—the intent way he looked at me, his edible scent, his innate sexiness—now overwhelmed me.
Luminous eyes, gorgeous profile. Beautiful, stunning, surreal.
My heart pounded louder than any drumbeat and my dick was so hard I was unable to sit still or find a comfortable position.
Thinking back, I couldn’t ever remember being this turned on by anyone.
No, turned on wasn’t the right phrase.
I was infatuated, distracted, possessed—words I’d never used to describe myself before.
I was never one to let my dick or my emotions rule my decisions.
Until now.
I just knew that if I didn’t get Brodie naked and under me as soon as possible, I would go out of my fucking mind.
Once I’d decided I was in, I was all in.
And I don’t think Brodie knew what he was in for.
I don’t think I did either.
I was running on adrenaline and instinct. Now that I’d had a taste of him, I wanted all of him.
The SUV pulled to a sudden stop, and Dawson got out and opened the back door.
I practically vaulted out of the vehicle and ran into the hotel, pulling Brodie along with me. It was closing on two a.m., and no one was around, save for the lone cleaning staff.
Dawson accompanied us in the elevator as usual, standing guard in front. I did my best to stare at the ceiling, trying to calm myself down.
Until Brodie, the flirty brat, cupped my ass and gave my left cheek a firm squeeze.
I bit my lip to prevent myself from groaning out loud.
Then Brodie’s hand slid lower, down my crease, rubbing in between my legs, over my taint, and fuck me, even with the denim between us, that felt better than good.
I shuffled my feet and spread my legs wider, wanting, no, needing, him to keep touching me like that. Every touch left me wanting more.
Hands down, Brodie was the best kiss I’ve ever had. Every other sexual experience paled in comparison. Hell, I couldn’t even remember anything as satisfying as his kisses.
What other kinds of pleasure would we discover together?
My mind was suddenly spinning with one sexy scenario after another.
A small part of me was nervous about being enough for him, but the bigger part was so consumed with desire that it overrode my anxiety.
Brodie trusted me, yes, but I felt the same way about him.
We were new lovers, but we already had respect and friendship between us. And knowing that, my heart raced not with fear but with anticipation.
Everything in our working relationship had led us here.
With my hands gripped tightly in front of my body like a shield, I tried taking deep breaths, but it was useless.
Brodie leaned over and gave my neck a teasing kiss.
One whisper-soft touch and I was trembling. I forced myself not to react when all I really wanted to do was manhandle him against the elevator wall and have him ride my thigh.
I didn’t have a kink for sex in public places, but it seemed I’d been missing out.
God knows Brodie had been caught by his security fucking around where others could find him—on tour buses, backstage, hotel bars, dressing rooms, airplanes.
Suddenly, I was insanely jealous of every man he’d been with.
And then all I could picture was me and him.
In my fantasy, we were the ones fucking. Others could watch, but only I was allowed to touch him.
No one else.
The possibility of that filthy dream had my balls drawing up tight.
And fuck me, I was about to come in my jeans for the second time in twenty-four hours.
Ping.
We finally reached the penthouse floor.
Dawson left the elevator first and then Brodie, then me.
I was following Brodie down that hallway and into his room, and I didn’t give a shit about what Dawson might think.
The bodyguard opened the door to the suite, checked inside, and left just as quickly. “Have a good night, guys.”
“Thanks, Dawson,” Brodie replied.
At least one of us had enough brain cells left to speak.
I grabbed Brodie by the waist and hauled him inside, slamming the door behind us.
Brodie chuckled as he slipped his hands down my back to cup my ass. “I was going to ask if you’re nervous, but I guess not.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I mean, I should be. To start with, I have a forty-four-year-old body and you, well, don’t.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re the sexiest fucker I’ve ever met,” Brodie growled.
“Fucker?” I laughed out loud. “You sweet talker, you.”
My teasing got me a heated scowl in return. Then, I recognized the real concern in his eyes.
“Please tell me you’re not hung up on the age thing, Van.”
I shook my head. “I should be. But no. And I’m not nervous. Because I figure, no matter what happens in here, we’re gonna be okay. It’s you and me.”
Brodie gazed up at me, and the smile that revealed itself was so enticing I had to lean down to taste it.
“The first thing we need,” Brodie whispered against my lips. “Is a long, hot shower.”
So I let him lead me to the bathroom.
My heart was knocking hard against my ribs. Pretty sure it was about to burst free of my chest at any moment.
He opened the glass door and turned on the shower. I toed my shoes off, threw my shirt aside, and undid my jeans… his jeans… unzipping them slowly and pushing them down my hips.
Brodie undid his corset vest, one tiny button at a time. Then he pushed his kilt down and stepped out of it.
I looked my fill of his long, lean body, covered in those stunning tattoos. Unlike me, he was smooth all over.
Slim hips, perfect pink nipples, and a cock that was heavy and hard.
For me.
I kicked the jeans away and stepped into the shower, then reached for him. He stepped in with me until we were finally skin-to-skin, head to toe.
I wanted to feast on him, live inside him, take everything he could give me, and give him everything in return.
“I want the same thing, Van. I want it all with you.”
I was so far gone I hadn’t realized I’d spoken that thought out loud.
And I’d never forget the way he said my name. Like a longing, a prayer, a plea.
I leaned against the black tile and pulled him in even closer, shifting, slipping my thigh between his legs, encouraging him to ride me.
My hands found purchase in his thick hair, and I tugged, angling his face so I could take his mouth the way I wanted, the way I needed—hard and deep. Brodie moaned just before our lips met.
Finally, I claimed the kiss I wanted more than my next breath.
We were just as voracious as we had been in that dressing room.
Brodie sucked on my tongue, and I teased him right back, reveling in relentless kisses.
My throbbing cock slapped against my belly, my balls aching, so heavy and full. I smoothed one hand over his taut asscheeks and squeezed, pulling him closer.
Brodie gave me one last kiss and leaned back.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
I reluctantly let him go and did as he asked, placing my hands on the wet tile. Looking over my shoulder, I watched Brodie watching me—giving me a thorough once-over. Then he leaned in, and I felt his hot breath tease my neck. Despite the heat of the water, goosebumps popped up all along my skin.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, then kissed and sucked on the skin where my neck met my shoulder.
I full-on shivered, never realizing just how sensitive that spot was.
I met his gaze and nodded. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
Then he dropped to his knees, and my entire body tightened. Smoothing his hands over my ass, he slipped his thumbs down my crease, and Christ, that felt amazing.
“Yes,” I encouraged and licked my lips, tasting him. “Do that again.”
Brodie’s hand slipped lower, between my legs, teasing me like he had in the elevator.
Warm, wet fingers rubbed my taint, and I let out a groan that echoed inside the steamy enclosure.
“The sounds you make are better than any music I’ve ever heard,” Brodie moaned as he slowly moved his fingers higher, higher, until he slid over my hole.
God, that felt so fucking good; I was ready to come again.
“I want to bury my face in your ass and lick your hole. If that’s not something you want, you need to tell me now.”
Instead of replying, I pushed my ass out.
I was more than ready for anything he wanted to give me—especially his tongue in my ass.
I’d had plenty of blowjobs, but a rim job? Never.
For a moment, I wondered if he’d want to. I wasn’t model smooth like he was.
Brodie pulled my cheeks apart, and the stream of water poured over my overheated skin.
Then his hot tongue slid around my puckered hole and fucking hell...
“Oh God, oh fuck,” I moaned as he pushed his face in, his stubble rubbing against my sensitive skin.
Nerve endings I never knew existed were firing, igniting sparks of pleasure so intense my breath hitched.
Brodie’s tongue slid lower, over my taint, and back up again. Teasing, licking, sucking. I was overwhelmed by every new sensation.
With one hand on the tile to brace myself, I reached down with my other and gripped my aching cock, tugging in a frantic motion. The slap of the water against my skin and the echo of our mutual groans filled the air.
I stroked myself over and over, rolling my palm over the sensitive head of my dick.
Until the tip of Brodie’s tongue slid into my hole, and then my ability to focus on my dick all but vanished.
God, he was fucking me with that talented tongue of his…
I slapped my hand on the wall, unable to do anything but grunt and moan and revel in the exquisite pleasure. My balls pulled up tight as my climax raced to the finish line.
Then Brodie pulled back, and I nearly screamed in frustration.
“What the—” I turned around.
“You’re not coming in here. You’re coming in me.”
Brodie held out his hand, and I took it, pulling him up until we were face to face again.
He turned suddenly, tilting his head, letting the rain shower wash over his face.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
He shook his head, slicking his hair back. “I just had my tongue in your ass.”
“That only makes it hotter,” I growled, leaving him no room to pause.
I gripped his chin tightly and devoured his sexy pout.
The mouth that drove his fans crazy. The one that drove me insane.
In more ways than one.
He chuckled. “Didn’t take you for the down-and-dirty type.”
“Only with you.”