65. It Seems So Easy In The Books
My body is screamingby the time we turn into our neighborhood. And based on the way Brant”s dick feels under my hand, his body is doing the same. Two more turns. Now one. I make a mental note to come back by here tomorrow, because I”m sure Brant left tire marks on that last corner. Just before the last turn, though, we slow and Brant pulls into the driveway of Dad”s house. ”Here? I assumed we would go to your place since you have the bigger tv,” I tease.
”I don”t think either of us is going to be watching television tonight. Let me have your keys. I need to run in for something before we go to our house.”
Ours. I don”t even try to hide my smile as I pull the keys from my purse. ”I”ll get it. Tell me what you want.” I don”t know of anything here that he doesn”t already have at his house. Maybe my favorite vibrator, but I don”t think I”m going to need that tonight.
”I”ll do it.” He grabs the keys and presses a quick kiss to my lips. ”Be right back.”
As soon as he”s inside the house, I close my eyes. Without even intending to, my fingers find the apex of my thighs. I”m practically burning through my thin leggings. Brant isn”t the only one who”s looking forward to a lifetime of being together, of bringing out the best in each other. I can”t believe I was going to throw it all away because of fear. No, I can believe it. So much of my life has been spent hiding and cowering, hoping I never stood out to anyone. But it”s like Brant stood beside me while I looked into a mirror, whispering how wonderful I am until I finally believed it.
My finger brushes against my aching clit, and I gasp. Whatever he”s getting can”t be worth this wait. I circle my finger around my nub again and resolve to give him just thirty more seconds before going in and either dragging him next door or taking him right here. But before I get a chance, I hear his car door open. I yank my hand away, hoping he didn”t see what I was doing. It was dark. He couldn”t have.
”Getting started without me?” He asks with an arrogant lilt to his voice.
Damn it.His hands are empty when he sits beside me. ”Couldn”t find what you were looking for?” My attempt to change the subject is obvious, but it will have to do.
”I had to talk to your dad.”
”My dad?” The words stumble out of my throat. I must have heard him wrong. But he doesn”t correct me. ”You told me once that he”s not in there.”
”I said he”s not tied to the house, that he”s wherever you are. And I believe that.” His lips curve into a grin, drawing my attention to the mouth that I wish was on me right now.
”So why did you need to go in there, then?” I whisper, still staring at his lips. ”I hope you didn”t ask for his chili recipe, because he would never give that to anyone.”
Brant chuckles. ”He must not have shared his beef Wellington recipe with anyone either.” He barely gives time for the playful jab to land. ”I needed to talk to him about you, and it doesn”t hurt to cover my bases just in case he is in there.”
”Me? You can”t just talk to me instead? I like to think I”m easier to talk to than a ghost.”
”Sometimes. First, I asked your dad to let you out of that deal you made with him. He said living next door is close enough, so you”re free to move in with your incredible and sexy boyfriend.”
”That”s what he said?”
”His exact words. Then I thanked him for spending his life fighting for you. I told him he doesn”t have to worry about that anymore.”
”Because I have you.” I find his hand and slide a finger across its back before squeezing it.
”No.” He shakes his head. ”Because you have yourself. Because you finally fucking believe that you”re worth fighting for. And I promised him I”ll be with you forever and never let you forget how special you are. How worthy of everything. I promise you that too. You”re stuck with me, Jams.”
I try to screw my face up in a sneer, like he”s not telling me exactly what I”ve wanted to hear since that first time I opened my door for him. Even if I didn”t realize it then. ”You do have excellent taste in donuts. I guess I could keep you around for that.”
”I have even better taste in women.” He taps his forefinger on the tip of my nose and lets it slide lower. It catches and pulls on my lower lip before it moves to my chin and down my neck to my shoulder. And damn, are shoulders supposed to feel this sensual? Is my upper arm suddenly an erogenous zone? ”I knew from the first time I saw you that neither one of us had a choice. It was always going to end up just like this.”
”Like this?” I reach for him with my free hand, but he catches it and pulls it to his mouth.
He kisses the base of each finger and then holds both of my hands down as he leans over the console. My skin erupts in goosebumps as he whispers into the crook of my neck, ”Just like this.” He brushes his lips against my skin. Nerves that were already heated spark and sizzle at the touch. His kisses follow the path of his finger in reverse until they stop at my mouth. ”Like this.”
My lips part just enough for his tongue to slip through, and a moan moves from my mouth into his. I grip his hands even tighter and pull him closer to me. Close enough that his heat invades my chest. ”Maybe this would be better at home?” I can barely pull my lips away from his to ask the question.
”Home?” He arches his back to create a little space between us. I involuntarily try to pull him close again, but he doesn”t budge.
”Yeah, home.” I used to scoff at the idea a person could feel like home, but I understand it now.
”Aren”t you the one who wanted to have sex in the car just fifteen minutes ago?” Brant asks.
”And aren”t you the one who told me you wanted to do it right?”
His eyes flare, and the side of his mouth curves up. ”Damn right, I do. I am going to fuck my girl the way she deserves, and there”s not going to be a single doubt left in her gorgeous and smart and funny head about just where she fits into my life once we”re done.”
Those doubts are already gone, but I don”t say a word as his fingers slip from mine. I let my head fall back against the headrest and wait for the sound of the engine starting. Instead, something brushes against the top of my thigh. I gasp and look down. He slides a single finger over my leggings, starting at my knee and working higher. ”Brant? This isn”t home.” His focus stays on the tip of his finger as he moves it even higher. He snakes it from left to right. Inside and out. And a million tiny pinpricks radiate out from that touch as he comes closer and closer. ”Brant?” I”m not sure if I”m asking him to stop and begging him to keep going.
”I know, baby. I fucking know.”
I spread my legs for him and whimper as he traces the finger down my center and then back up. The way he brushes against my clit both times makes me wonder if he has some superpower that lets him know exactly where it is, even through the layers. ”This is good,” I say in what might be the understatement of my life.
”This is so good.” He moves his finger in a circle as I roll my hips. Searching. Until I gasp. ”Right there?” he says. He puts more pressure on the swollen and sensitive spot as he draws small tight circles around it. The muscles of my core are already trembling. ”So fucking good. Now let”s go.”
I hear the engine start and feel my body rock forward as the car backs up. I look up and try to see what”s happening, but his finger between my thighs makes it impossible to focus on anything else. ”What are you…” It”s just one word, but it will have to do.
”It”s only fair that I do this to you.”
I try to say his name, or at least I think that”s what I try to say. Just as I start to form the sound, he shifts his hand and a fresh wave of electricity spreads through me.
”I want you to beg me to let you come.”
”Please,” I whimper, just seconds later as we pull into his garage.
He snorts. ”I thought you”d make me work a little harder than that.” My pride wants me to, but fuck my pride. I just want him. ”Let”s go inside first. I don”t think the neighbors will want to see and hear all the things I”m going to do to you tonight.”
”Then close the garage door so they can”t.”
He pulls his hand from between my legs. I grab at it, but he yanks it from my grasp with a wink. A very cruel wink. I reach for him. My hand just brushes his thigh before he turns away and steps out of the car. ”Inside,” he says. ”I”ll make it up to you inside.” His look makes a lot of promises that he”d better be willing to keep.
Even though he was only a few seconds ahead of me, there”s no sign of him when I trail my fingers over the cool counter as I walk through the kitchen and around into the living room. My body is going to draw in on itself if I don”t have him soon. Dining room? My heart skips a beat as I remember that interrupted night. Maybe he wants to finish the job. But when I peek in there, he”s nowhere to be found.
”This is very not funny,” I call out, but there”s no response. With a groan, I head up the stairs to the bedroom. And finally, there he is. Naked and lying spread on top of the blanket. How did he have time to get up here and undress so quickly? I try to hang on to my annoyance, but it”s impossible at the sight of him. His skin drawn taut over more muscle than any person should ever have. My eyes trace the lines leading down his chest and abs, down to the erection that is half-formed and already massive. And did I mention just how spread he is? There are very few people who can spread the same way a goalie can.
”Were you looking for me? You should have said something.”
I fold my arms over my chest, determined that I”m going to make him work for everything now. ”You are an asshole.”
”We can discuss all the holes you”d like as soon as you join me.” He holds out a hand, but I don”t budge. I don”t care that my body is calling my mind a traitor and that my feet are trying to stage a mutiny. I hold firm. ”Do I need to come and get you?” he asks.
I try to look as uninterested as possible, which is not very uninterested since my entire body is humming at the thought of lying next to him. Almost before I can think, he”s out of the bed and crossing the room. I barely have time to yelp before he hefts me up and throws me over his shoulder.
”I”m okay with playing hard to get, but fuck, if I don”t feel your pussy clench tight around my dick soon, I”m going to have a stroke or a heart attack or probably both.”
”And giving me one is fine?” I growl as I slap the top of his back. I shouldn”t be as turned on as I am by the satisfyingly firm sound it makes. ”Why does a person even need this many muscles?”
”For abducting women who stand on the other side of the room, tormenting them.” He sets me softly on the bed, and I hook my legs around him, hoping to pull him down on top of me, but I might as well pull on the wall. ”Now, I”m going to use them for tearing these leggings off.”
I let my head fall to the mattress as he slides his hands up my legs. His thumbs press into my inner thighs as they move up, and he kneads the air from my lungs. All I can do is stare at the ceiling above us. Funny, I don”t remember the swirls of sparks moving through it before. His hands hesitate for just a second at my waistband before his fingers hook around it. Then it tightens across me as he stretches the waistband far to the side. ”What are you doing?” I put one hand over his to stop him.
”Trying to tear them. How the hell do people do this?”
”Oh my god, stop!” I pry one of his hands away and then start working on the other. ”I thought you were being metaphorical.”
He doesn”t even try to hide the look of disappointment that overtakes his face. ”It seems so easy in the books.”
”The books?”
He rests his palms on the sides of my waist. I keep my hands on his just in case he has another sudden attack of barbarianism. ”I might have read a couple to make sure I do things right for you.”
”You read a couple romance novels for lessons to use with me?”
He slides my leggings down. Properly this time, so I drop my hands to the side. With every new inch of exposed skin, a tingling wave cascades through my body. ”Maybe even a few. They”re good, but apparently not very realistic.” When he has them off, he runs his hands back up to my knees, but then he stops, gaping at my panties. ”Fuck, Lily.”
My cheeks color at the realization I”m wearing a pair of comfy high-waisted briefs. The last thing I expected this morning was to be lying on Brant Morrison”s bed while he undressed me. I would never have worn granny panties if I even had a hint I would be in this situation. Another reason for me to murder Em next time I see her. ”Sorry, I didn”t expect this to happen.”
”Sorry?” His gaze moves up to my face, and his eyebrows are furrowed. ”You don”t ever need to apologize for this amazing body. Christ, Lily, you”re perfect.”
I shake my head. ”The underwear. It”s not exactly sexy.”
He scoffs and yanks me closer to the edge of the bed as he presses himself against me. ”Feel how hard I am. It”s not your fucking panties that do that to me. You could wrap a goddamn lawn and garden bag around your waist, and it would drive me wild. No matter what underwear you”re wearing, the only thing I”m going to want to do is take them off you. Just like I want to do with these.” He looks up, and it takes me a moment to realize he”s waiting for permission. Like he ever has to ask me.
I nod.
I shiver as he slides them down my legs. They join my leggings in a pile at his feet, and I wait for him to climb onto the bed with me. I want to feel his weight over me, but instead, he bends over and blows a breath across my folds. The warm air ripples across the tender skin a fraction of a second before he sweeps his tongue and then blows again. The air is so cold now it sends a new shiver through my body. He does it again and again. Licking and cooling. There”s no time for my body to relax in between and after just a few times, I”m trembling. ”I”ve never wanted anything as much as I want this pussy. Do you understand that?”
I murmur something that is supposed to be a yes.
”Not the playoffs, not the championship. Nothing. I have never wanted anything as much as I want you. Do you understand that now? My family comes before everything else, and you are my family.”
His tongue follows the line of my now wet slit, and then his eyes rise up to meet mine. I want to tell him I understand, but I”m not even able to nod, let alone open my mouth.
”I will call my agent right now and tell him I”m retiring, if that”s what it takes to prove it to you. I don”t need the money. I don”t need the career. I need you, Lily. Do you believe that now?”
He pauses long enough for me to catch a breath. ”I can”t live without you either,” I whisper. It sounds so dramatic when I say it. But it”s true, and I need him to know this.
”Yes, you can. You”ve proven that you”re a hell of a lot stronger than I”ll ever be.” He takes my left hand and holds it to his chest. My tattoo on his. Two rattlesnakes coiling together. ”I know you”re strong enough to live without me, but we”re never going to find out because you”ll never have to. You know that.”
It”s not a question, but I nod my head anyway. I do know. Even when I thought running away was the best thing to do for him, I still knew. ”You and me. Somehow Chloe.” We”re not a family without her.
”We”ll figure it out. Tomorrow. But right now, my dick is like a helium balloon floating too close to an open flame.”
”About to burst?”
”And it”s not going to be pretty. I need to fucking feel you around me. I promise I will spend the rest of the night eating your pussy until my tongue is raw, but right now?—”
I reach for his hand to pull him onto the bed, and this time he doesn”t fight me.
His lips fall onto mine at the same time he blows out a long sigh. ”Thank fucking god.” He grinds his body against me as he suctions my mouth. I moan and start rolling my hips, searching for him, but when his tip finally sweeps across my folds, he pulls back. ”Not yet. I know,” he says.
He kisses down my neck and my chest, through my shirt as he slides toward the edge of the bed. His arm flails behind him, and at one point comes dangerously close to sending the now-swaying lamp tumbling to the floor. ”It would be quicker for you to just stand up and get it.”
”No.” His nose tickles the sensitive skin just above my belly button as he shakes his head. Right now, every inch of my skin is sensitive. If he would give even the top of my foot a sultry glare, I swear I would orgasm. ”That would mean my mouth has to leave your body. Not happening, Jams.” He uses the hand that isn”t demolishing everything within a six-foot radius to lift my shirt and he sucks my skin into his mouth and bites down on it. Hard.
Pain shoots outward, and I yip. But then, like cold air rushing in after a storm, pleasure sweeps right behind it, and I fist the blanket under my hands. ”Hurry.”
”Got it.” I hear him snap open the lid on the bottle of lube and a second later, he traces a finger over my folds. He moves up and down the length and then slips inside. But it”s not his finger that I want to feel. I clench around him to tease him, letting him know what I”ll do as soon as he puts his dick inside me instead. Into where it belongs. ”So fucking eager,” he says.
”I need this.”
”I know, baby.”
”No, you fucking don”t.” I groan and clench even tighter around him. I”m not sure if he whimpers or if I just imagine it. But either way, I make my point. ”I need you inside me. Not your fingers.”
He”s back on top of me now, and he works his lips along the line of my jaw to my earlobe. I suck in a breath as he guides his head to my opening and slips it in. Just the tip. Just enough to tease me before he pulls it out. ”Is that what you want, Jams? Does that feel good?”
”Stop fucking around and fuck me.” My voice sounds like I”ve been possessed by a demon.
He bites the side of my neck. For a fraction of a second, I wonder how big the bruise will be tomorrow before I realize I don”t care. ”If you think you can handle it...”
He and I both know I can”t handle it. He”s too big for me, but that doesn”t stop me from angling my hips to take more as he pushes inside. And when I”m stretched to my limit around him, a low moan leaks from my lips. Long enough to contain everything that has built up inside me tonight. Everything from the last two days. All the anxiety and fear and misplaced self-sacrifice and the yearning to feel just this. To feel this man moving inside me. And the need to know that he belongs to me.
He thrusts again and again, and the moan turns into a series of whimpers, each one rising in pitch as he drives my body further up the bed until I have to reach up to keep my head from banging the headboard. ”You”re mine, Lily,” he groans. ”Mine, and I”m never letting you go.”
If I had enough breath, I would tell him the same. He”s mine. As long as we”re alive, waking next to each other will be a reward, and I will spend my life making sure that I earn it from him. Just like I know he will make sure he earns it from me.
”I”m never going to get bored with fucking this pussy.”
”What if I want to be the one fucking you?” I hook my right heel around his leg and throw all of my weight to the side, forcing him to roll. I don”t have enough strength to make it nearly all the way, but it”s enough to let him know what I”m doing. He rolls onto his back and guides me on top of him.
”Jesus Christ.” It”s Brant”s turn to whimper now.
My thighs and hips work in tandem to slide along his length. Our new angle rips a bolt of pleasure through me that causes me to go weak. I would impale myself on him if he didn”t have his hands on my waist, supporting me. I can see the obituary: ”Lily Richards, aged twenty-seven, died as she lived, being speared by a penis the size of a paper towel roll. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made in her name to the Death by Dick Fund.”
He rocks beneath me, and I sync my movements to his, clenching tight. ”Fucking fuck,” he groans. ”I”m going to come.”
Just as I open my mouth to tell him to hold on a little longer, he rolls us. He”s on top again.
”You can come on top later. But right now, I”m going to fuck you until you come. Until—Jesus Christ, Lily.”
I try to clench tighter, but just as I do, a wave rolls through me, and I can”t control anything in my body. In the edges of my vision, dozens of stars burst and turn into dozens more until there are hundreds and then thousands of exploding spots. I throw my hips into him, trying to get him to drive every inch into me as my muscles flutter around him. And then he tightens.
His thrusts grow as erratic as our breaths until finally, we both stop, exhausted. ”Is every time going to just get better?” I ask when I finally remember what English is.
”We”ll just have to keep experimenting until we find out. I have a few more variables I want to test tonight. If you”re not too tired.”
”Never too tired for science.”