Chapter 50
CHAPTER 50
Rainey
Well, it’s official. I’m taking a chance on love, although it really isn’t much of a gamble. More and more every day, Brody shows me he’s all in and then some. As odd as our pairing is on the surface, Brody and I click so seamlessly, it’s almost nauseating. And let’s not forget about the sex. The sex is still mind-blowing.
Every. Damn. Time.
You kind of hate me a little right now, don’t you? That’s okay. I would too.
I sigh when Brody’s strong arms wrap around me. “You almost ready to go?”
I lean into the mirror to carefully apply my lipstick. “Yeah, I should be ready in five.”
His hands tease the hem of my sweater dress. “My mom will kill me if we’re late, but it might be worth it.”
We’re spending Christmas Eve with his parents about twenty miles south of the city, and then we’ll head over to my parents’ beach house tomorrow morning and stay for a couple of nights.
I meet his eyes through the mirror. “What are you talking about? It’s only a thirty-minute drive. We don’t have to be there for an hour.”
He bunches the knitted fabric over my hips and runs a finger under the strap of my thong. “What I have planned for you will take a lot longer than half an hour.”
I drop the eyeliner when that finger dips inside of me to gather my arousal then starts making circles over my clit.
I grip the counter with both hands and moan. “Jesus, Brody.”
He plunges two fingers inside of me and uses the other hand to work my pussy pearl. “You like that, honey?”
I gasp when his fingers quicken, and he starts trailing kisses down my neck. “We’re going to be late.”
I can see his smile through the reflection. “Do you really care right now?”
“Nope,” I pant.
I watch as his right arm plays my body like a maestro and his left arm unfastens his pants, pushing them over his hips. What is it about fucking in front of a mirror? It amps the hotness factor up by like, a million.
“Besides, I can be quick.” He removes his fingers, tugs my panties aside, and thrusts inside of me. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Fuck!” I shout as he grabs my hips and slams me down until my ass smacks against his balls.
No matter how many times we’ve done this, my body still hasn’t gotten used to his thickness. Over and over, again and again, Brody doesn’t relent. The chorus of our combined moans and slapping skin echo throughout the room until I can feel him tensing, signaling his impending orgasm. He wraps his left arm around my front and begins toying with my clit again.
“C’mon, baby, I need you to get there. I’m not going to last much longer.”
Brody grunts deep in his chest when I spread my thighs wider and bend forward until my breasts are lying against the marble countertop. He winds his arm back with an open palm and smacks my butt cheek so hard I know he’s left a handprint.
Why does that always feel so good? I lift up on my toes, presenting my ass to him, and moan.
“Do it again.”
Slap!
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Brody rubs the spot he just spanked, soothing the sting. “Fuck, Rainey, I need you to come, baby.”
With one more thrust, he pinches my nub, and suddenly, I’m riding this insane crescendo only he can deliver. I cry out with desperation for more—dying to make this feeling last as long as possible—mindlessly fucking myself against his cock. Brody’s right behind me, tightness evident in his thighs as I clench around him. He groans long and hard as he comes, straining against me. Our bodies fall lax as we float down from the high. Sweaty and sated, we remain there on the bathroom counter until our heartbeats calm.
He places an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. “I love you so fucking much, Rainey.”
I give him a lazy smile as our eyes meet in the mirror. “I love you more.”
He smirks. “Now that’s debatable, because if you add in how much I love your tits.” He grabs said tits. “There’s no room for more. We’re talking infinity here, babe. ”
“Always with the tits.” I chuckle. His dick stirs with the motion from my laughter, sending a twitch to my throbbing pussy.
“Only your tits, honey.”
We disconnect and go through the process of cleaning up and righting our clothing, so we don’t show up to dinner looking freshly fucked. This is Seattle after all; we could always blame our tardiness on the traffic.
I grab my phone off the vanity and check the time. “Shit, we should’ve left no later than twenty minutes ago.”
“One more thing first,” Brody says as he pulls me in for a kiss. “I wanted to give you something.”
My eyebrows rise. “Isn’t that what you just did?”
He laughs. “Yes, but this is something else.” He retrieves a glossy business card from his wallet and hands it to me.
Willow Chase, Senior Broker
Chase Realty
“Why am I looking at a realtor’s card?”
“I talked to her yesterday about listing,” he explains. “She said Downtown Seattle has a low number of condos on the market right now, so it’s a seller’s market. She was pretty confident we would get top dollar if we decided to sell.”
“Huh?”
Brody links his fingers through mine. “We’re with each other every day. We sleep in the same bed every night unless you’re on shift at the hospital. I don’t see the point in paying two mortgages, and I was hoping you’d feel the same.”
“Oh, wow. You want to live together?”
He smiles. “Honey, we’re already living together. We’re just doing it at two different apartments. ”
True.
“So how would that work?”
“A few different ways.” He shrugs. “I could sell my place and move in here. You could sell this apartment and move into mine, or we could sell them both and buy something together. I’m open to whichever option you’d prefer.”
“I kind of like the idea of finding a new place together. Something that can be ours from the start.”
“I like that idea, too. Maybe we could even look at houses in the suburbs. Something with more bedrooms to fill with tiny humans down the road.”
“How awfully domesticated of you,” I joke.
Brody and I aren’t formally engaged or anything, but it will happen one day—we’re not really in any rush. We talk about the future a lot, and there’s no doubt we’ll be together.
He winks. “I’m a reformed man, baby.”
I pull him into a kiss. “Let’s give the realtor a call right after the holidays.”
He smiles. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, Brody. I’m all in.”