Chapter Eleven #2
We spent the last few hours at the club, each working on our own things.
We ended up back in Bray’s room at Zac’s place.
He said something about needing to stay here so he could be around for when Zac needed him.
Down came some more of those damn bricks.
He is probably one of the most family-oriented men I’ve met.
There is nothing he wouldn’t do for his siblings.
All three of the Williamson siblings are like that though; they are a very tight-knit crew.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d do anything for Holly too—she is my ride or die.
I’m just learning that there is so much more to Bray than his cocky attitude and good looks, so much more.
I’m not too sure my heart can keep up. The more time I spend with him, the more I’m liking the whole boyfriend label.
“Babe, no one is going to hear us, trust me. And if they do, you really think they’re going to barge in here?” he asks as he pulls the zip on the side of my dress down.
“Have you met your brother, Bray? Of course, he would barge in here.”
“Yeah, he probably would. So, you’re going to have to be quiet. Think you can hold in those screams, baby?”
I’m not so sure I can. My body is already on fire, and all he is doing is stripping my dress off. Bray slowly pulls my dress up my body.
“Lift,” he commands. I lift my arms above my head, and the dress follows.
Bray drops the dress to the floor and steps back. His eyes travel up and down my body, slowly, so very slowly. My skin erupts in goosebumps; he’s not even touching me and yet my body is reacting to him, for him.
“Damn, babe. You had nothing at all on under that dress? All night? And I’m just learning of this now? Next time, I’m going to have to inspect what’s underneath your clothing, before we leave the house.” He shakes his head.
“I had a dress on Bray, I wasn’t naked all night.”
“Babe, I don’t care that you weren’t wearing underwear—you can wear whatever you like.
I pity any fucker who thinks they can benefit from your choice of clothing though.
I will not hesitate to make sure everyone knows that you’re mine, that I’m the one who gets to take you home to bed.
That I’m the one who gets to do unspeakable things with this body of yours. ”
He slowly steps closer to me, trailing his fingertips up and down the inside of my arm, ever so lightly.
He’s still fully dressed and I’m completely naked.
There is something very erotic in that. But that’s not what I want right now; what I want is his body.
I place my hands underneath his shirt, close my eyes and immerse myself in the feel of his skin—warm and hard.
I run my hands over the grooves of his abs, silently counting each one as my hands make their way up to his chest.
“This shirt needs to disappear now,” I tell him as I drag my hands back down to his waist.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says as he steps back and pulls his shirt over the back of his head. Why that move is so damn sexy, I have no idea. But it is, his biceps bulging with the movements. Mmm, I want to lick him all over. The thought I licked it so it’s mine comes to mind and I laugh a little.
“Not that I don’t love hearing your laugh, babe, because I do. But that’s not the reaction I was hoping for when I start stripping in front of you.”
“Oh, what reaction would you prefer?”
“A oh my God, Bray, your body is so defined. I can’t wait to jump on it and defile you. Or wow, Bray, you are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Something along those lines would suffice.”
“Honestly, my first thought was that I wanted to lick you all over, and then I thought—I licked it so it’s mine.
Holly and I used to fight over the last cookie or lollies or whatever, and whoever licked it first got to keep it.
So, I want to lick you first, so I get to keep you.
” I slam my lips shut; I cannot believe I just told him I wanted to keep him.
Bray grabs me by the back of my neck and brings his lips so close to mine and says, “Well, I’ve already licked you, babe, so you’re mine. And I plan on licking you a lot fucking more.”
I don’t get time to respond before his lips are on mine. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth and I greedily take it. I want it all, all of what he has to give.
I need more. I climb his body, literally jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. He doesn’t miss a beat, placing his hands on my ass and holding me to him—the rough feel of the denim on my core sending shivers all through me.
I attack his mouth and pull his head as close as I can get.
No matter how hard I pull or push myself into him, I just can’t get close enough.
“Argh,” I groan. I want more. I don’t know what I want
or need at this point. I just know I want more of him.
“Damn, babe, if you keep grinding on me like that, I’m
going to come in my pants like a fucking teenager.” “I don’t care. I need more, Bray,” I confess.
The next thing I know I’m flying through the air and landing on the mattress. Bray smirks as he stands at the end of the bed, staring down at me. He unclasps his belt buckle.
“How much more, Reilly? Tell me exactly what you want.” He unbuttons his jeans, pulling the zip down. I’m so distracted by what he’s doing, and by thinking about what’s under those jeans, that I forgot what the question was.
“Tell me, Reilly. What. Do. You. Want?” he demands.
I lick my lips, hungry for a taste of him. “I want you to fulfill every fantasy I’ve ever had, Bray. I want everything.”
Bray tilts his head at me and thinks quietly for a bit before finally speaking. “Do you trust me?” he asks.
“With my body, yes. With my heart, no,” I answer honestly.
He nods and smirks. “We’ll work on your heart another time, because I will win that. I win everything.”
Bray removes the belt from the loop of his jeans and holds it in his right hand, dangling down his side.
He is the picture of perfection right now.
Shirtless, all those tanned, toned muscles on display.
Tattoos running up and down his arms and across his chest. There’s script across one side of his chest. I’m not close enough to work out what it says, but I plan to read that writing with my tongue as soon as possible.
His denim jeans are undone and hanging loose, black briefs underneath with the tip of his cock peeking out the top—shiny metal sparkling at me and begging me to touch it. His voice breaks through my thoughts.
“Will you do everything I say, Reilly?” His question
throws me; it’s not what I was expecting. I must show my confusion and rebuttal to that thought because he quickly adds, “In the bedroom, right here, right now, will you do everything I tell you?”
Immediately, I reply, “Yes,” while nodding my head—maybe a little too eagerly.
Bray’s smirk comes out, then his features harden. Something flickers in his eyes. “Good, get on the floor. On your knees, now!”