Chapter 14 Three Dog Night （Brady） #4
Permanently, I hope. I’m a jealous, deranged fuck, and the thought of her ever having anyone else makes me insane.
And I need her to know it.
I need her to feel me branding her for life.
“Brady.” She gasps my name, and I fucking love it. “I’m close.”
“Look at me, Sass. Eyes up here.” I reach down between us, drawing slow circles on her pussy even as I’m pounding her.
“Brady!”
“Not yet. A few more seconds.”
Her lips part, teeth clenched, and she’s falling so hard she’s about to go to the center of the earth.
But not too soon.
Not before I’m done fucking her.
“Brady, I-I can’t—” She draws in a ragged breath, and that’s when she fractures.
I don’t ease up, slamming into her, pressing my hand over her mouth as she cries out. I think her small twin bed is about to break, creaking like hell, but I’m too far gone to care.
Her pussy spasms around my cock, but her eyes stay open, fixed on me, so I can watch her demolished with every sharp flick of pleasure across her face.
I’ve never seen anything so goddamn glorious in my life.
The second she’s done, I ease my hand off her mouth and lean in to kiss her again, whispering how beautiful she is.
My hips keep going, mindlessly driving to my nut, not giving her space to breathe.
“Good girl,” I growl in her ear before I kiss her.
Even as her breaths sharpen and her chest heaves and her nails bite my skin, another frenzied release building in her, she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I’m not an idiot.
I don’t have a magic cock.
But there’s something damn satisfying about seeing her body react to mine. So slick, so wet, and already fighting for more.
Christ, is she about to come again?
“Fuck, Brady,” she whimpers.
Her mind is gone.
I think she could recite the dictionary during sex, and I’d be into it like it’s the dirtiest talk ever.
“Are you going to come for me again?”
“I don’t know.” She tosses her head restlessly, hair tangled against her sheets. “I can’t usually, but—”
“Try.”
Her breathing quickens, and she’s panting now.
I keep rubbing with my fingers, slowing down a little so she has time to process the sensations. Grabbing a pillow, I push it under her ass, the better to delve deeper, stretching her to her limit.
“There. Right there!” Her eyes go white as they roll.
“Come, girl. Don’t hold back,” I mutter, fighting to stop myself from coming inside her.
Not yet, dammit.
There’s no way I’m about to finish before she loses it again.
Even if it means I have to go over the multiplication table and the ancient Greek I took on a whim at school.
Whatever happens, I don’t let up, my hips working like a demon, a single-purpose machine designed to break her.
“I think—” Her eyes snap open. Fuck, I’m losing it, the pressure building at the base of my spine. The moment it moves to my balls, it’s all over. “I think I can.”
“Now, Lena!”
After a scalding moment, she stiffens, and I know I’ve won the secret battle with myself.
I’ve also beaten that greedy ratshit ex out of her brain, making her come like she never could with him.
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers. “Brady, please!”
I couldn’t hold back if I tried. The second her pussy clenches my cock like a fist, I’m gone.
My electric climax chases hers, turning me pure animal.
I empty myself in her with a roar, forgetting about her neighbors, forgetting about anything except this.
Except her.
That’s new to me—this feeling of being turned inside out.
I’ve always enjoyed myself with sex, but this?
This is divine.
This is the music of the spheres made flesh.
This is the kind of spectacular fuckery that sticks under your skin like a bur, soul-deep and always reminding me it’s there. As long as I can keep her.
My cock heaves for an eternity, wringing my balls out.
Then I collapse on top of her, into the warmth of her embrace.
We lie like that for a while—me bracing so I don’t crush her and her limbs tangled with mine.
I can feel her heartbeat slow, and I’m sure she can feel mine too.
“Wow,” she whispers, thoroughly exhausted.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Wow.”
“Is it just me, or was it better than last time?”
I press a kiss to her forehead, glazed with sweat. I want to tell her so many things, but they catch in my throat, so I just say, “Yeah. I’ve heard that happens when you know someone well.”
And I want to get to know her.
It’s ridiculous and unnecessary for the paid sham we’re running, but I do.
She twists around until we’re lying on our sides, facing each other. The unnatural flush has left her face now, mostly, but she’s still glowing from exertion.
This might just be my favorite look on her.
“Your first time?” she teases.
“What? Do I look like a damn virgin to you?”
“Doing it more than once with the same girl, silly.”
Laughter barks out of me, harsh and unexpected, and I brush my lips against hers.
“First time it’s made me want to do it again so soon,” I say.
She laughs, fingertips dancing against her jaw.
“How long do we have to wait?”
“Give me five.”
Her eyelids flutter closed, though it’s not that late yet. We haven’t even had dinner.
I know the feeling. The whole day’s slipped away, and I didn’t get much sleep with her in my bed last night.
Tonight, I’m only going to get a few hours again.
Not that it bothers me.
For once, I’m not thinking about work or the dog food formula or my father slumped in his chair, angry and disapproving of every breath I take.
Tonight, it’s just Lena and me, and that’s all I want in my world.
Tomorrow, I’ll worry about the impact—the feelings I shouldn’t have slamming into my life like a screaming meteor.