Chapter 9
Brody
I’ve truly met my match. My perfect woman in every fucking way imaginable.
When I set eyes on this woman two weeks ago and heard her potty mouth, I was intrigued.
My cock jumped to attention before she turned around.
I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way she rolled her eyes at me and refused to give me her name.
The way she tugged futilely on her hand to get out of my grip.
I tried to ignore the fact that she kept popping into my head for the past two weeks—the memory of her running out of the library because she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.
Melody knew we had chemistry, too. That’s why she ran. She’s well aware that my brother and two of my cousins met, married, and impregnated their wives at warp speed. If I had been her, I probably would have taken off at a world-record pace, too.
But she was never going to be able to run from this. It was put into motion. Eventually we would bump into each other again. And here we are. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.
Suddenly, she narrows her gaze at me. I love it when she does this. Looks all skeptical. She should. She’s not wrong. This is strange. “Did you disable my car so it wouldn’t start?”
I laugh and shake my head. “No, baby. I didn’t do that. Maybe Fate did it.”
“Fate... Whatever.” Another sexy eye roll.
She waves a hand erratically in front of her, motioning toward my cock. “Well? Let’s see it?”
She’s so determined. I’m not sure what her motives are or why she’s so adamant about seeing my dick, but I’ll show it to her. I assume she’s simply curious. She’s never seen one in person.
I walk around the island slowly, stalking her. If she wants to see my cock, we need to be closer, without the barrier between us.
When she backs up a pace, I snag her around the waist, lift her off the floor, and turn to set her ass on the island.
She squeals. “What are you doing?”
“You should sit while I take my dick out, baby. I wouldn’t want you to get wobbly and fall over. Your knees might give out,” I tease.
“So cocky.”
I take a few steps back to put some space between us and pull my shirt off over my head.
I’m fit. I work hard to maintain this body.
Plus, I do physical labor all day. I’m not the kind of owner who sits in a chair eating donuts while my men work.
I join in. I like the work. It’s why I went into construction in the first place.
Her breath hitches. She likes my chest. She swallows and licks her lips as she clenches her thighs together. Do we have chemistry? Ha. It’s off the charts. My girl is salivating over my bare chest. I’m not even touching her, and her pussy is pulsing.
“Spread your knees, Melody,” I order.
She flinches, her head lifting as she drags her attention from the front of my jeans to my eyes.
I lift my brows. “You heard me, little pixie. Part your thighs.”
Panting, she obeys me. Her entire body trembles from lust and submission. She may write kinky books, but I don’t think she was aware she has a submissive side. She’s never faced it before.
Melody is bold. She’s going to ask for what she wants.
I love that she’s willing to go to the city with me to buy sex toys.
She isn’t shy about making her wishes known, and I’m certain she won’t hesitate to make selections.
Even if she stands silently next to me, she won’t be able to hide her body’s reaction.
I’ll know which things she’s curious about and which things she has no interest in trying.
My girl has another side to her, though. A side that wants to submit. A side that wants to experiment with all the things she’s researched.
I’ll happily give her whatever she needs. She’s so curious that she turned bright red while I spoke about milking her. Her nipples have been pressing against the front of her flirty sundress for hours.
“Good girl.”
She shudders at the praise, her eyes widening as she realizes how strongly she reacts to my soft tones and words of approval.
Slowly, I lower my hands to the button on my jeans and slide it through the slot, watching her expression as she lowers her gaze to my package. I ease the zipper down, exposing my tight boxers. Finally, I lift the elastic over my erection, letting it pop free.
Melody never looks away, but her throat works hard as she swallows.
“Is this what you imagined, baby?” I stroke from base to tip, tormenting myself.
“Uhhh…”
I chuckle. “Too small?”
She rolls her eyes. “Hardly. Do you know how many times I’ve used the same cliché in a book? The ‘are you sure that’s going to fit’ line?”
After releasing my dick, I tuck it back into my pants and raise the zipper. I’m sure if my cock could speak it would now be saying “what the absolute fuck?”
Shuffling toward my girl, I grin. “It’s in all the romance novels, huh? His cock is always far bigger than she expected, and every time she’s worried it will split her in two?”
As I set my hands on either side of her, not touching her, she nods. “Have you been reading romance novels?”
“No, but I might start to now that I know how much my girl enjoys them. I want to know every single thing that makes you tick, little pixie. Maybe you could recommend a few.”
“My favorites are lining every shelf in this cottage,” she informs me.
“I better get started then.” I lean forward and nuzzle her neck, inhaling her. God, she smells good. Vanilla and Melody. It’s intoxicating. I can’t wait to eat her pussy. I can’t wait to make her scream.
Her palms come to my bare chest, and she smooths her soft hands up to my neck. “Do you want to see my bedroom?”
I kiss right behind her ear, making her whimper. “Yes, baby.” I tuck my hands under her bottom and scoop her off the island. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She holds on with both her arms and legs. The naughty girl even rocks herself, pressing her pussy against my stomach. Fuck, she feels good in my arms. Her dress is bunched around her waist, so her panties are the only thing between her pussy and my abs. Her soaked panties.
I don’t need directions to find her bed. There are three doors. One is closed. One is the bathroom. The third is obviously her bedroom. After making a beeline for her queen-sized bed, I tug the fluffy comforter back and lower her onto the sheet.
I’m not going to need a week to convince her she’s mine.
I need about an hour. Perhaps I should feel nervous about this situation.
After all, she has never opened herself up to a single man because she never felt a spark before.
The responsibility on my shoulders is enormous.
I have to make this better than any romance novel she’s ever written or read. That’s a gigantic task.
But the woman trembling in my arms is already mine. She’s leery. She doesn’t think romance exists like she writes it. She’s about to find out otherwise.
I’ve got this.
When I rise, she tries to pull her knees together. I grab her inner thighs and gently guide them wide. Fuck, she’s pretty. Her hair is spread out all around her. The skirt of her sundress is draped loosely across her torso. Her panties are white and totally exposed.
Until now, I didn’t know what color they would be. Why the fuck are these plain white cotton panties the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen? They don’t even have lace on them. Just white bikinis. The color and material make it so obvious that they are wet.
I don’t think she’s wearing a bra at all. I don’t see any evidence of straps or other indications. In fact, considering how apparent her nipples are, there’s almost no chance anything is separating the little buds from me, except the sundress.
“Do your heroines like a slow burn, baby? Or do they prefer the hero to strip them quickly and make them come so fast their heads spin?”
She whimpers.
I lift a brow. I want her to answer me because it embarrasses her to talk about sex, and that’s making her hornier.
“Both,” she whispers.
“Do they like to be restrained and forced to orgasm, or do they prefer to be able to thread their fingers in the hero’s hair while he eats her?”
“Both,” she says again. Her cheeks are so fucking red. She looks feverish. She moans, tipping her head back.
I lower my lips to her tummy and kiss her smooth, soft skin, nudging the material up to expose more of her torso. Next, I flick my tongue over her belly button. Her stomach has fewer freckles than her arms, legs, and cheeks. I want to see how many are on her breasts. I want to count them.
Continuing higher, I finally drag my nose along the undersides of her tits. I can’t see them yet. The dress is tighter around them. I’m going to need to reach under and unzip her before I can explore any further.
But not yet. I’m going to take my time. She needs to feel every moment of this. An hour from now, I want her ruined for all men—real and imaginary. I want her sated and confused. Dazed with a permanent smile on her face. I bet I can make her beg me to fuck her before she goes to sleep.
I tease the undersides of her breasts back and forth with nothing but my nose until she’s arching and moaning, her desperation evident before I’ve even touched her anywhere important.
My hands are holding her thighs, reminding her that she’s spread open for me, making her feel exposed.
Eventually I lift up so I can stare at her pussy.
I slide my palms closer to her core and use my thumbs to part her folds.
I can’t see her labia, but I know I’m driving her wild because she bucks and squirms.
Her hands come to my wrists. She tries to push me away, or perhaps pull me closer.
“Hands above your head, little pixie,” I demand.
Melody’s whimpers are fucking adorable.
I press down firmer on her inner thighs and pull her skin tighter with my thumbs. “Be a good girl. Lift your arms, baby.”
She purrs as she obeys. “Brody…” My name is music coming from her lips. I want to hear her beg like that every day for the rest of my life.
“That’s it… Keep your hands above you. If you move them, I’ll flip you over and spank you before I let you come. If you leave them there, I’ll wait until after you come to spank you.”
A low moan escapes her parted lips. Her eyes roll back into her head.
I can’t decide if I want to remove this dress so I can worship her tits first or nuzzle her wet panties. I’m going to do both—decisions, decisions. Maybe I should make her choose. “Which part needs attention first, little pixie? Your nipples or your clit?”
She shivers, goosebumps rising all over her arms and legs. “Brody…” This time, her voice is more of a whine. I love it.
I kiss her tummy again, nuzzle her adorable belly button. “Choose, baby. I’ll wait for you to decide.”
Her moans make my cock harder by the second. Fuck, she’s so responsive. I’m mostly only using words so far, and my girl is about to come. I can’t wait to watch her unravel.
I suspect she masturbates often. She’s not a stranger to orgasms. But this will be her first time coming for another person. I don't need a vibrator. She’s going to come on my mouth.
Rubbing her inner thighs with my thumbs, I wait. I’m a dominant man in bed. She’s learning that. Right now, she has to answer me to get what she craves.
“Nipples,” she mumbles, her head lolling back and forth.
I lean all the way over her to kiss her lips.
“Good girl.” With a hand on the back of her neck, I lift her several inches so I can reach under her and pull the zipper of her dress down.
After lowering her, I guide her arms to her sides, ease the straps from her shoulders, and slowly reveal her breasts.
I’m torturing myself more than I am her.
She squirms as soon as the air hits her nipples, the hard tips so damn pink. I can’t wait to taste them. First, I tug the dress the rest of the way off her and gently lift her arms above her head again.
I hover over my girl, clasping her wrists and pressing them into the mattress. “Can you keep your hands here for me, Melody?”
She nods.
I kiss her lips again and then nibble down her cheek, her neck, and the center of her chest. When I lift my head, she arches, silently begging for more.
“Fuck, baby. Prettiest nipples I’ve ever seen.” I brace myself with my hands on either side of her chest and blow on one hard tip.
She cries out as if I’ve fucked into her to the hilt. How loud will she be when I finally let her have my cock?
With my tongue, I circle one nipple, not touching it directly because I want her to squirm harder. I need her to understand that I can and will make her writhe like any hero in any book.
She lets out a frustrated sigh when I switch to torment the other tight bud. “Please…” she begs.
Her breasts are fucking perfect. Exactly a handful.
High and perky. Sprinkled with freckles.
But her nipples… Fuck. Me. I could stare at the pointy tips for hours.
Finally giving in, I draw one into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her moan low and deep.
I flick the little bud rapidly with my tongue.
It’s like a ripe berry, ready to be devoured.
I switch to its twin, treating it to the same sucking and licking before nipping at it just hard enough to make her groan. I bet one day I’ll be able to make her come from nipple play alone, but right now I need my mouth on her pussy.
Leaving her nipples wet with my saliva, I lower my head to nuzzle her pussy. Her legs are still parted, but not as far as I’d like, so I bring my palms back to her inner thighs and push them against the mattress.
She smells so good. I can’t keep from moaning as I suck on her pussy, drawing her wet panties into my mouth.
Melody cries out, bucking against my mouth. I’m not even making direct contact, and she’s writhing. I have to hold her firmly to keep her from wiggling completely out of my reach.
“Oh God… Brody…” Her high-pitched voice is filled with desperation.
I glance up at her face before using my tongue to push the gusset of her panties to the side so I can fully taste her. When I lick through her folds, I growl. The sound and vibrations must set her off because my girl screams.