Chapter 7
Willow
“I need you to sit on my face.” Since I don’t know how long it’s been since Brody gave me the longest orgasm of my life, I just chuckle at his words.
“I’m serious, Willow. I need a bigger taste.”
Goosebumps rush down my arms. He wants more? And he wants to do this? Usually a guy might give a small effort in the beginning to warm me up, but he’s already climaxed. This makes no sense.
“But you already—”
“Are you arguing with me?” He props me up so I’m straddling his chest. “I said I’m hungry. Are you really going to deny me?”
With the absolute silliest grin on my face, I shake my head.
“That’s my girl.” He’s already wiggling me up over his mouth. The second his mouth finds my inner thigh and sucks on me, I know I’m in for it.
It only takes one stroke of his tongue through my slit to render my muscles useless.
100% hot.
100% wet.
“Fuck, I could drown in you and die happy.” His tongue is licking, mouth sucking, teeth nipping. I’ve never had this level of stimulation. Ever.
I’m grasping at the headboard, riding his face. I have no idea how he’s even breathing but he’s not stopping. “I’m really fucking thirsty, Willow,” he says just before pulling my clit between his lips.
The climax explodes out of me in a scream. When I finally look down, he’s drenched and still licking me clean. I can’t wait to get his dick in my mouth.
I’m about to turn around and reach for it when he says, “Not yet, baby.” Instead, he flips me on my stomach and kneels behind me just before sliding in.
So huge, he fills me up completely.
I can’t stop the primal groan from escaping. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and never thought I could have. I had no idea his glowering looks were out of discipline. I don’t know when exactly it all changed for him, but I’m so glad it did.
“What a good girl.” He pumps into me. “Look how good you take my big, thick dick.”
His words send a wave of arousal through my body, and it’s not long before I’m clamping around his cock again and I feel him coming with me.
I don’t know what time it is or how long we’ve been going at it, but we’re both a sweaty mess tangled up in my bed.
“We need to hydrate,” he says, pulling on his boxers as he heads toward my door.
I slip on my robe. “I’ll come with you.”
He winks at me. “Ya, you will.” And it’s hand in hand that we walk into the kitchen only to hear the front door open as Zane and Lacy enter.
Lacy’s eyes drop to where our palms connect. “What the fuck, Brody?” Under eyebrows snapped together, her eyes bulge out of her head.
“I can explain.” Brody puts his hand up as if to ward off some zinging arrow.
“I can’t believe you.” Her chin trembles and tears brim her eyes. “You’re the worst brother ever.”
“Lacy, it’s not what you think.”
Oh my God. He did not just say that. He’s actually trying to deny us? Of course, it’s what she thinks. We just had sex. Multiple times. He’s into me. Or he was. And now this? I’m such an idiot. I let him in again only to feel annihilated.
Without so much as a glance at me, Lacy shoots out of the apartment with Zane and Brody hot on her tail.
And it’s not until this moment that I realize the sacrifice Brody just made. It was either her or me. And he chose me. I only wish it didn’t feel so empty.
This is exactly what I was afraid of. Giving me another chance to hold my heart only to squash it again. How dumb can one person be? I knew what I needed to do. I needed to stay away from him because the second I let my guard down, he’d march in and destroy everything I’ve built.
I head back to my bedroom and plunk myself down on the bed. It smells like him. Citrusy musk. I hate it. I despise how much he can hurt me. And I resent how dumb I was to give him a second chance. I can never trust him. He can never make this up to me. There’s no coming back from this.
All I can do is stare at the ceiling and wait for sleep to overtake me. Monday will arrive. Work will eat up my day. Life will go back to normal, and I can forget this weekend ever happened.