Chapter 26
VAN
Ishould be freaking out by now. I should be freaking out a lot.
But I wasn’t.
Being with Brodie, touching him like this, it was as natural to me as breathing.
And every touch between us was hotter than the one that came before. Hotter than anything I’d ever experienced. How the fuck had I been missing this?
All my previous experience with sex was good but not great. Like there was always something missing, and I never had a problem walking away.
But I could never walk away from him.
Brodie demanded that I take him, and yes, I wanted him to be mine in every way. I was going to try my hardest, pun definitely intended.
I wanted to get closer, to bury myself so deep inside him that he’d always know I was there.
And the way he was looking at me?
No one had ever looked at me like that before. Like I was the answer to a prayer or a secret he’d just discovered.
Like I was something special.
I was trying to hold on to my control, but it was slipping away.
I shifted to my knees and pulled his gorgeous legs over my arms, then thrust again, going deeper at this angle.
“More, Van. Harder,” Brodie grunted. “I said I belong to you. Fucking take me like you mean it.”
Holy hell, when he talked to me like that, it lit a fire inside me that burned out of control.
I let out a strangled moan and pumped my hips, pushing in and out of his ass at a punishing pace. I was not holding back.
He met me thrust for thrust, and we moved together in an urgent rhythm as the bed creaked and groaned underneath us.
“Touch yourself,” I growled, and Brodie took himself in hand.
All my focus was on the fucking. I wanted to make it good for him. Then I wondered how I’d compare to his previous lovers.
Just the thought of him with anyone else made my inner caveman erupt.
I thrust again, harder this time, and Brodie’s body jolted.
“Yes! Faster. And don’t you dare stop,” he panted.
I moved my hips like a man possessed, my entire being narrowed down to him.
We were one movement, one breath.
Muscles burning, skin glistening, reaching higher and higher for the ultimate point of pleasure.
I gripped his thighs and pulled him in tight with every thrust. All I could hear was the sound of my balls slapping his ass as I rutted in and out of him at a desperate pace.
“Brodie,” I groaned, so overcome with pleasure that I could barely voice his name. “I need you.”
“Need you more,” he replied, his voice hoarse. “I’m almost there.”
I snapped my hips and fucked him harder, ignoring the warning tightness in my balls.
I needed Brodie to come first, and I wanted to watch every expression that crossed his stunning face as he found his bliss.
“Van!” he cried as his hole clenched hard around my throbbing dick.
Then he jerked, his cum spilling all over his hand, his cock, his belly.
He was so beautiful when he reached his climax that I couldn’t hold on anymore.
Desire sparked in my balls and spread through my body. I punched my hips again, harder, faster, until everything in my body tightened and released in a wave of uncontrollable pleasure.
I screamed Brodie’s name and let go as I unloaded deep inside him.
I was shaking so hard, I was barely able to catch my breath. And then I looked down and watched my cum dripping from his hole, around my cock.
Watching Brodie fall apart in my arms was incredible, but the physical proof that I was now a part of him was even more satisfying.
Another wave of pleasure rolled through me, gentler this time but just as heady, and tethered by the affinity that I shared only with him. My emotions were right there on the surface, and there was no doubt about how I felt.
I’d never been closer to anyone in my life.
I glanced up, and his eyes were wet, more green than gold.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I asked, letting go of his legs and leaning over to cup his face.
The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt him.
“I’m good, I’m more than that… I’m a bit overwhelmed,” he mumbled and sniffed.
Tears welled up and spilled over, slipping down his face.
I gently wiped away the tears with my thumbs, then kissed him.
“And don’t you dare tell anyone you saw me crying. I’ll deny it,” he growled against my lips, and I bit back a laugh.
“Don’t worry, mon coeur, your secret is safe with me.”
My vision blurred, and I quickly blinked away the wetness. Not before Brodie noticed.
I captured the moment in my memory. The way he looked at me was something special. Part of me still could hardly believe it, but the proof was right there in front of me.
My softened cock slipped out of his hole. Looking down the length of his body, I watched my cum continue to drip out of his ass.
He raised himself up, resting on his elbows.
“Seeing your cum on my skin is the hottest thing ever,” he confessed as my hand found his hole.
I rubbed his skin in gentle, soothing circles, hoping it felt good. When he threw his head back and moaned deep and low, in that husky way like he did when he was on stage, I knew I was on the right track.
He met my eyes again. “Don’t ever stop touching me, Van.”
Now that we both knew how good we were together, the wanting would only get stronger.
I had a feeling we’d unlocked a craving that could never be sated.
“So,” he paused and licked his lips. “How… I mean, was it good for you?”
He was so hesitant, so unlike the confident, cocky Brodie, I knew I couldn’t help but fall a little harder.
“Hands down the most sensual experience of my life. And do you know why?”
He shook his head and wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“It has everything to do with how you make me feel.”
I captured his mouth and kissed him long and hard, showing him exactly what I meant.
“That good, huh?” His usual smirk was back.
“Don’t gloat.”
“But I’m so good at it.”
“That’s not the only thing you’re good at.”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“Do you see anyone else here?”
That comment got me a hard pinch on the ass.
“I better not. You’re mine.” Brodie looked up at me as he bit down on his lower lip. “Why the fuck haven’t we been doing this for four years?”
I sighed and gave him another kiss.
“It wasn’t our time. You were busy building your career and enjoying your fame. And me? I didn’t think about my personal life at all. Well, not until I realized that all my focus was always on you, and not just in a professional way.”
“Watch me from the sideline,” Brodie sang out.
This time, it was my turn to pinch his ass.
Then he pushed me to my back. I willingly fell against the mattress as he slid on top of me. My hands smoothed down his back and over his supple ass.
We made out, slow and easy, kissing and smiling and staring into each other’s eyes.
It could have been five minutes or an hour; I had no idea. Time was suspended in our world.
He wasn’t a superstar, and I wasn’t his manager. We were just Brodie and Van.
“I hate to ruin the moment, but we need another shower,” he declared in between languid kisses.
“How about a bath instead? Then we’ll order room service.”
“Perfect.”
Brodie rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed, and I got a fulsome view of the back of his body.
I’d seen his tattoos many times.
Twisted vines and music references were painted down his back and arms in a colorful waterfall.
But I’d never seen them like this, and certainly not the ones that edged along the curve of his ass.
The tattoos were merely a highlight.
Brodie was the real work of art.
Then he turned his head and looked at me over his shoulder.
“Are you going to lie there and stare at me all night, or are we going to have that bath?”
“Now that I see all of you, I can’t look anywhere else.”
He closed his eyes and licked his lips.
“Fucking hell, you say all the right things.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m just speaking my truth. It’s like my songwriting; I don’t hold anything back. Not from you.”
I slid out of bed and walked around to stand in front of him.
When I offered my hand, he took it, slowly getting to his feet. I noticed the wince on his face.
“Are you sure I wasn’t too rough?” I asked.
“It was everything I wanted,” he replied and kissed me.
I pulled back and smiled at him.
Then I bent down, swooped him up in my arms, bridal style, and carried him into the bathroom.
I thought for sure he’d protest. Instead, he surprised me, placed his arms around my neck, and held on tight.
Sharp, sarcastic Brodie had a tender side. One that needed protection, and caring, and, yes, love.
And I was the lucky SOB who was gonna do just that.