7. BRIGGS
CHAPTER SEVEN
brIGGS
Wait, what?
When I suggested a no-strings-attached arrangement between me and Autumn, I hadn’t expected her to agree to it. I was mostly fucking with her after she blew my damn mind with that sexy little mouth of hers.
But now I’ve got a friend with benefits situation going on? Kind of? And good girl Dr. Autumn Landish is following me home in her serviceable sedan for a night of sex.
“What the actual fuck?” I ask myself for the tenth time, scrubbing a rough palm over my beard.
When she’d approached me at the street dance, I hadn’t known what to expect, and after lying to Cormac about how much Autumn had been on my mind, I’d wanted to challenge her.
I don’t get stuck on women.
I don’t let them command my thoughts all day every day.
But the memory of Autumn hasn’t left me alone for a single moment of peace.
So, yeah, I’d dared her to do… something. Giving head in a dirty alley hadn’t exactly been the plan, though.
The drive to my place is short, and once we’re inside, I figure there’s no point in messing around with small talk, so I bend forward to kiss Autumn instead.
Except our foreheads knock together like a couple of teens trying to kiss for the first time. It unexpectedly breaks the tension between us as we devolve into breathless laughter.
It's the first time I've seen a genuine smile on Autumn's face.
Usually, she's like every other good citizen of High Ridge—one frown away from yelling at me to get off their lawn.
“Wow, we’re totally cool about this, aren’t we?” she teases.
“The coolest,” I lamely retort, which elicits another giggle from her before she settles down with a deep inhale and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Should we try again, or are we hopeless?” Autumn’s twinkling eyes showcase some of her leftover amusement, until the press of my arousal between the junction of her thighs obliterates it.
“Not hopeless,” I say, guiding her backward towards my bedroom. “Out of practice, maybe.”
She huffs like she takes offense at the suggestion but doesn’t voice a denial.
I remember Cormac’s mention of her divorce. It seemed recent, so if she’s already out of practice when it comes to kissing a man, then I can already tell where some of the former couple’s issues rested.
“Guess it’s a good thing we’re doing this, then, huh?” Her teeth nip at my jaw.
We stumble-walk while dropping random kisses on each other’s lips, cheeks, neck. My bed is a welcome distraction when we fall onto the king-sized mattress, bouncing a little from the impact.
Autumn rolls with the momentum, her thick thighs bracketing my waist as she grinds her pussy down on my cock.
Her fingers hurry to unbutton my jeans, and I take a moment to admire the curvy woman above me. The tops of her breasts jiggle and swell over the low cut of her blouse, flushed red from exertion. Her round tummy is soft to the touch, begging for my mouth to bite at the pale flesh.
Autumn’s sexiness has been on my peripheral since our first meeting, but now, it’s all I can see.
All I want.
Desperately.
Our clothes disappear in rapid succession. Jeans. Shorts. Tees. Everything goes.
And fuck… is she a beautiful vision. The doctor may actually kill me with the way my heart stutters at the mounds of giving curves.
“Christ.” My palms map every inch I can reach before ending at her heavy breasts and toying with her stiff nipples.
“Too much for you?” The words are a taunt, but there’s a note of hesitation behind them. Of concern. Like someone said something once, and she’s never forgotten it.
Probably that stupid ex-husband of hers.
Cupping her ass, I switch our positions. “Never. I can handle whatever you throw at me, valkyrie.”
“Prove it.”
So, I do.
Licking and sucking along her neck and jawline as I reach for a condom from my nightstand drawer. The crinkle of plastic echoes in the room before I’m covered and testing her readiness with a swipe of my fingers through her slick heat.
“Fuck, you’re greedy for this cock, aren’t you?”
“I’m greedy for an orgasm,” she quips, and I grin at her fire.
Who knew a reluctant night out with my friends would result in this little valkyrie warming my bed and giving me shit?
When the head of my cock notches against Autumn’s wet entrance, I pause and look up long enough to ensure she’s still with me. She offers a sloppy nod of consent, her fingernails digging into my back, urging me forward.
And who am I to disappoint the lady?
I thrust my hips forward with a grunt, burying deep in one powerful stroke.
“Holy fuck.” Autumn arches her back, and I take the opportunity to suck on her tit, drawing the berry tip between my lips, nibbling on the sensitive flesh.
“Don't come yet, baby.”
She playfully slaps my shoulder. “You're not that good.”
The challenge hangs in the air, and my smile turns into a smirk of confidence.
“Wanna bet?” I begin a pounding rhythm. The slap of skin on skin fills the room with our pants of desire.
Autumn's slick heat is a tight clamp on my cock, squeezing and choking my dick for all it's worth.
It's the best damn pussy I've had. Which could be a problem when this thing between us ends. But nothing lasts forever, right? Especially when it's between a town cast off and a classy doctor like her.
It's not what you want, anyway, I remind myself.
The similarities between Autumn and my ex Ashley are uncomfortable. Ashley also had the girl next door vibe going on. And she used it to her advantage. Hooking me in. Using me to fulfill her fantasy of being ravished by a beast.
She liked knowing that she was better than me. Never failed to remind me of our different statuses.
“Hey.” There's a light tap on my cheek. “You still with me?” Autumn's curious gaze studies mine, and I shake away the thoughts of Ashley.
She no longer has a place in this bedroom.
“Don't worry about me, valkyrie. Worry about coming on this thick cock.”
“Ah, there you are,” she says. Her eyes drop lower to my shoulders and arms, tracing one of the designs inked in black. “God, these are so hot. It's really unfair.”
“That my tattoos are hot?” I joke.
“Yes. And that your beard is hot. And your voice…”
“Okay, okay. I get it, Little Miss Cock Drunk. You find me irresistible.”
There's an itch beneath my skin. A flushed heat on my cheeks that doesn't have to do with fucking into Autumn's hot cunt.
It almost feels like embarrassment.
I don't need Autumn spitting out compliments.
That's not what this—a relationship where she builds my self-esteem.
So, instead of dwelling on how she sees me, I decide to turn the tables on her. “You have any sexy tattoos?”
“Are you kidding me?” Her brows rise to her hairline, before I hit a particularly good spot in her pussy, and she moans.
“Yeah, I forgot you’re only pretending to be a bad girl. Good girls don't get tattoos, right?”
Her gaze narrows. “I didn't say that.”
“What? You're afraid of needles? A doctor?”
She squirms beneath me and not in the pleasurable way.
A realization hits as I slow my pace. “Oh my god, you are. You're afraid of needles.”
“They're pointy and sharp. It's only reasonable to be nervous.”
“But you're a doctor.”
“Doctors don't have to get shots or IVs all the time.” She rolls her eyes. “Giving them is easier than taking them, obviously.”
“Obviously,” I repeat, strangely endeared by this fact about her. Something I ignore as a telltale tingle starts at the bottom of my spine. I'm close to finishing and judging by Autumn's increased moaning and clenching of her muscles, she is, too.
Reaching down, my thumb circles her clit, and I breathe into her ear. “Enough talking. Come for me, little valkyrie. Choke my dick with this sweet cunt.”
Like the good girl she is, Autumn obeys, and sparks erupt behind my eyelids as I follow her into oblivion.
I don’t know how long this fuck buddy situation will last, but hell, if I won’t enjoy every last second.