Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
JULIET
He’s trying to kill me.
Death by vagina. It’s honestly not a bad way to go, but I want him to touch me, and he’s holding back.
His eyes, however, are on fire, and he’s watching me like he wants to do unspeakable, dirty, depraved things to me, and I’m so here for it.
That fast, angry fuck in the garage? It was hot. It confused me, and I ran from it, but in the heat of the moment, holy hell.
But I have a feeling it’s going to pale in comparison to what he’s going to do to me tonight.
“You’re thinking too much,” he mutters and pinches my nipple again, making me squirm. The pain subsides into an ache that makes me want to beg for more.
“Just about you,” I reply, and that earns me a smile. I love it when he smiles at me.
“That’s a good answer.” He nips at my shoulder, and then over to my collarbone. “Jesus, you’re beautiful, baby.”
“I’m not as—”
“Don’t compare yourself to before,” he says, shaking his head as he kisses my cheek.
“We were kids then. Nothing is the same about us. Physically, emotionally. It’s all different.
Not better or worse, just different. And I can’t fucking wait to rediscover every inch.
To learn what makes you gasp and writhe and come undone. ”
His fingers ghost up my inner thigh, and I whimper.
“What makes that hot as fuck little noise come out of your perfect mouth.”
God, his words are so filthy, so damn everything.
“One thing that hasn’t changed,” he continues as he kisses and licks his way up my throat to my ear. “This pussy was made for me. Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.”
I arch up into his hand, and cup his face as he moves over to kiss me, his tongue slips between my lips and slides over mine, making me groan as his fingertips brush over my clit, making electricity burst through me.
“Brooks,” I moan against his lips.
“Yes, baby.” Fuck, his fingers are magical.
“I need you.”
His eyes find mine. He moves over me, nudges his way between my legs, resting his thick, heavy cock against my sopping-wet slit. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he brushes my hair away from my face.
“Where?”
I reach between us, but he captures my wrist, kisses my palm, and holds my hand over my head.
“Where do you need me, Wildfire?”
Wildfire. God, I love that name, and I missed him calling me that. It makes me feel bolder. Stronger.
“Inside me. I need you inside me, okay? Please.”
“I’m going to fuck you without a condom.”
“Great. Fine. Just do it.”
He growls, pulls his hips back, and lines the head of his cock against my entrance. We both watch as he pushes his crown inside me, and I bite my lip.
He’s so … big. The first time we had sex, I thought he was going to split me in two. This isn’t going to be any different, and I’m so ready, so turned on.
“I need you to breathe for me.” He brushes his lips over mine again and his free hand pushes into my hair, softly combing my curls. “Take a breath, Jules.”
I do, and his eyes soften.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His whispered words bring tears to my eyes. I can’t help it. This is the first time we’ve been like this in so long, and I didn’t think I’d ever have him like this again.
It’s everything.
“No tears.” He rubs his nose against my own as he sinks another inch inside me, and we both moan. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”
I lift my hips, taking more of him, and he grits his teeth.
“Jules.”
“I’m right here.”
“I need to pound into you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
With a happy sigh, I drag my hands up and down his back. This is my man. I always loved how intense and rough Brooks gets. “Hurt me, handsome. Fuck me until I’m bruised and sore and I can’t walk tomorrow.”
His face hardens, his eyes darken, sending a thrill through me, and with his forehead on mine, he starts to move, pushing the rest of the way inside me, pausing there, and then pulling out again.
Before I can form a thought, he slams back inside, balls deep, and I cry out. My back bows off the bed, and holy shit, I want more.
“Is that what you want, greedy girl?”
“Yes!”
He repeats the motion, pulls out and then slams back in, grinding his pubis against my clit and making me cry out again. Holy shit.
“Take it, baby,” he growls against my neck. “Take all of this big fucking cock.”
“Oh God.”
He’s moving faster now. He finds a hard, punishing rhythm that makes my breath catch and sets my body on fire.
I can’t get enough.
It’ll never be enough.
“Brooks—”
“That’s right. Say my fucking name. Who’s fucking this gorgeous pussy right now?”
“Brooks.” The word is broken, choked out through ragged breaths, and it makes him growl and move faster. Harder.
He lifts on his knees, spreads me wider, and presses his thumb to my clit as he continues to pound into me mercilessly, his eyes pinned to where we’re joined together.
“Oh God!” I clamp around him, my walls shuddering, on the verge of a blinding climax.
“Did I say you can come?” His voice is demanding, hard.
I shake my head, unable to form words.
“Hold on, Wildfire. Don’t you dare fucking come.”
“I c-can’t hold back—”
Suddenly, he pulls out all the way, leaving me empty, my pussy contracting, searching for him, and I cry out.
“What the fuck!”
“I say when you can come.” He shakes his head, breathing hard. “I own your orgasms. Don’t fucking forget who’s in charge here, Juliet.”
“Brooks, please. Please, don’t do that.” I reach for him and rise up onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, bury my face there, and tremble. “Please.”
He lifts me off the bed, and my back hits the wall seconds before he plunges back inside me and starts to pound into me again.
“Oh yes.”
“I love it when you fucking beg,” he growls against my lips. “It drives me out of my fucking mind. This pussy hugs me so goddamn perfectly. Fuck.”
My legs wrap around his waist, and I hold on for dear life as he fucks me ruthlessly. The climax builds again, and he bites the top of my shoulder, hard enough to break skin, but I don’t care.
I need to come.
“Please.” I sound so … needy.
“Come on my cock, Juliet.” His words are hard and dark, and I couldn’t defy him if I wanted to.
Which I don’t.
The hands holding my ass in the air tighten almost painfully, and I gasp as I fall over the edge into euphoria.
He continues to fuck me through it, rocking into me so perfectly.
Wave after wave of electricity rolls through me until he groans against me, and I can feel his cock swell. Then he’s coming, too.
“Goddamn it,” he growls, pulsing inside me, filling me up. He jerks and shudders, and then murmurs, “Hold on to me.”
I hug myself around him, and he walks us into the bathroom, where he sets me on the cold marble countertop, making me shriek and then giggle.
“That’s cold.”
“Sorry.” He nibbles my lips. “I have to clean you up.”
He wets a cloth with warm water and gets to work wiping me down, and he does the same to himself, but his eyes never leave my body.
What I was going to say earlier is true.
The last time he saw me naked, aside from in his garage when everything happened so fast, I was twenty. I was smaller, firmer, and a whole lot younger.
But from the fire burning in his gaze, I’d say he doesn’t mind at all.
He tosses the cloth in a hamper and pulls me back into his arms, lifting me off the counter.
“I can walk, you know.”
“Yeah, but why should you when I can carry you?” He presses his lips to my temple and lowers me into the bed, then joins me, pulling me against him. “I have a question.”
“Okay.” I wiggle into his side and lay my head on his chest. When we were kids, we never really got to enjoy this part of sex. We both lived at home, so sharing a bed was out of the question.
“What’s the scar from?”
I frown up at him. “Scar?”
“The one on your stomach.”
I blink and then remember. “Oh, I had my appendix out about six years ago. That sucked, let me tell you. Zero out of five stars, do not recommend.”
I had to recover alone because Justin claimed he had to spend all day, every day at the hospital for treatment. It was horrible, but I told him I understood because cancer treatment.
“Hmm.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders, holding me close, and kisses my forehead. My eyes are so heavy with fatigue.
“I can’t believe I’m so tired. I slept really late today.”
“You worked hard this afternoon,” he reminds me. “And I might have just worked you hard again.”
With a smile, I nuzzle my nose against his warm skin. “Not complaining.”
“I was rough with you.”
“You know I like it.”
My eyes are so heavy, and I can feel him relax beneath me. He has to be tired, too.
More than anything, I’m relieved.
Brooks isn’t mad at me anymore.
It’s been a whole week of living at Brooks’s house, sleeping in his bed, fucking like rabbits, and it feels so good I won’t want to leave when my place is fixed up.
Now that the construction crew is doing their thing, Brooks has gone back to work at the garage, and I spend my days at the restaurant, mostly in the way.
I can’t help it. I’m a control freak when it comes to my place.
“Jules,” Anderson, the head of construction, says as he approaches me. I have no idea what the man’s first name is. He always just goes by Anderson.
“Yes?”
“I’m going to say this in the nicest way possible. You need to get the hell out of my way.”
My jaw drops. “This is my place.”
“For right now, it’s my project, and you’re in the way. We have a plan. I won’t deviate from it, and if I have questions, I’ll call you.”
“But aren’t you planning to start demoing the upstairs today?”
“I was, but that’s been pushed back to tomorrow. You should go, and I’ll let you know if I need anything.”
“Do you talk this way to Connor?” I lift my chin, and Anderson smirks.
“Of course I do. Not that he spends much time on-site with me.”
I sigh and look around. The walls had to be stripped down, and new drywall was hung, then painted. That’s what they’ve been working on. I don’t even have a new floor yet.