Chapter 14 #3
“I need you to know, I wasn’t ever—I was never in love with Junie’s dad.
He was so bossy and demanding and dishonest. We were only intimate one time and if I’m being honest…
he kind of forced himself on me, and then I got pregnant and all I could think was that I didn’t want to raise Junie without a dad at home.
..I–I panicked and before I knew it I was stuck in something I couldn’t get out of–”
My mind reels but my hands don’t miss a beat. “Say again?” My vision runs red. “Did he rape you, Briar?”
“Saxon.” Her sweet voice hums in my ear. My lips drive north to her pretty throat before I murmur, “If he raped you, God help me I’ll hunt him down and kill him.”
“No–no it wasn’t rape, it was just very…demanding.”
“God–baby–was I too demanding with you?”
“Saxon–no! Not at all–you’re respectful, he was never respectful, not once.
After that one time I never wanted to be with him again but you…
I can’t help but want more, no amount of time with you will ever be enough.
Every time I close my eyes, I see you. Your lips, your smile, the way your mouth does that hot, smirky thing when you’re feeling flirty. ”
“Hot, huh?” I murmur against her skin, fighting to anchor her to now.
“So hot,” she breathes.
“Truth is, Briar, I have no plans of ever letting you go again.” I snake my fingertip over her lips.
Briar’s full mouth quivers in my gaze. I don’t know if I’ve said the wrong thing or the right, but it doesn’t matter—it’s the truth.
“The past doesn’t change our future.” My lips cover hers, ecstasy lacing every stroke. Her full breasts hang heavy, nipples hard and begging for my lips, driving me fucking insane thinking about all the things I finally have time to do to her. I can’t wait to get started.
“Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart. I’m ready to eat again.”
She does as she’s told, submitting to me with a sweet smile on her full, pink lips.
“You taste sweeter than vanilla ice cream,” I murmur against her throbbing wetness, my beard brushing her tender flesh.
Her knees wobble at the sound of my voice, promising me the tremor of her orgasm.
I weave my fingers through hers, pinning her back against the bed with deliberate weight.
My beard does things to her body I could never put into words—but the way she arches into me says it all.
She trembles as I lap up her cream. “You’re so fucking hot when your juices coat my tongue,” I confess, nipping at her inner thigh. Her gasp is music. “Louder. I want to hear that smart mouth of yours.”
Her reply gets caught in her throat. Good.
I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue prowling, stealing her breath.
Then I slip a finger deep inside, gathering her wetness before pumping it in and out until her hushed moans spill free.
The thought of drawing that same slickness past my lips sends electric bolts racing through my nerves.
“You need to be fucked so hard and often we invent a new word for it.”
My teeth trace a path down her spine, each nip unleashing a storm that crashes at her most intimate center. “God, I can’t wait.” Spreading her cheeks, my thumbs find the cradle of her ass; my fingertips brush the rosebud waiting below. “This is mine.”
I glide a fingertip to that tight hole. She clenches around nothing, her wetness spilling down her thighs.
I sweep it up with the head of my cock, coating myself in her warmth.
I position myself at her entrance, memories igniting as I press the tip against her slick velvet. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.
“I can’t wait to fight with you and fuck you every day of forever.” My hand lands on her hip, steadying us. I push in, slow and sure, feeling her muscles welcome me. Another palm slides up her spine, finds her neck—squeeze—then tangles in her hair, tilting her head back.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, grinding at her entrance.
She shakes her head against the rail. “No.”
“Good.” With that single word, I sink into her again fully.
Her body goes soft around me, as if remembering the shape I fill.
My fingers close lightly around her throat as I press my mouth to her shoulder, whispering along her shoulder blades and down her arm.
“The way you shudder when I touch you—I know you’re mine. ”
A flat smack to her ass makes her muscles quake. She melts into me. “There’s my Briar.”
“Fucking feels good to be home buried inside of you,” I rasp, my beard scraping her skin, my hands claiming every inch.
She maddens me by day, but here, now, we’re unstoppable—our bodies entwined, my mouth leaving her soul exposed and hungry. Fear of losing her claws at me, but desire grips tighter.
“I promised I’d take my time our first time, but hell, Briar,” I murmur, planting kisses across her shoulder blades, “When I walked into that school when you pulled the fire alarm, I never stood a chance.” My hand slips between her thighs, fingers dancing over her clit.
“I was yours.” My teeth graze her neck. “Completely.”
My breaths come in ragged bursts as I shift inside her, voice low and rough. My other hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back. I thrust my tongue deeper, lips bruising her flesh before I finally draw away, chest heaving.
“Every fucking moment over the last few months, I wanted your taste on my lips. You look at me with those big, round eyes, and I fucking leak.”
I close my eyes against the pleasure of her walls clenching around me. She stirs something in me unlike anything before.
Alive. With Briar, I feel alive.
She melts against me, lips curving into a smile I’ve worshipped since the first time I saw her in the school hallway.
“Welcome home, Briar Cole,” I murmur in her ear before my teeth catch the lobe, my cock pressing heavy against her wet entrance. I feel her muscles flutter around me and something fierce and tender both coils inside my chest. With her, I am home.
My fingers roam her curves, tracing the long line of her side while I lean down, kissing and kneading up her thighs until her breath hitches.
She claws at my hair when I draw my mouth back to her core, and I press my hand between her legs, thumbs sweeping figure-eights over her swollen clit.
Every tremor she gives me cracks something open inside—makes me want to give her all I have.
She moans, arching into me, and I keep my rhythm slow, listening to the wet mewls that make my pulse pound.
Then, just as she’s about to come undone beneath me, my fingers slip away.
I cup her face, press my mouth to hers, tasting the salt of her skin, my cock sliding free only to rest at that tight, trembling orb of muscle.
I inhale her gasp, then slip a fingertip around her puckered ring and circle gently, coaxing her to relax.
Her body fights at first, then melts, and I push in, floodgates of pleasure roaring between us.
“Fuck, baby—so fucking tight,” I grit out, hips rocking forward in tiny, agonizing increments until I’m seated all the way inside her.
She’s perfect like this, every inch of her slick and welcoming.
I let her adjust, breathing deep, kneading one cheek while I roll my hips forward on the downstroke and ease back.
Her low moan sets fire to my blood. “You like having me here?” I whisper, tangling my hand in her hair and giving one soft yank that sends her moaning back in my ear.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Harder, faster, anything.”
I obey. I drive deeper, harder, and her walls clamp around me, a velvet vice that makes me lose my breath.
One arm hooks under her hip, lifting her slightly so I can find a rhythm that’s mine and hers.
I slip my thumb to her clit again, circling, pinching, flicking, while my other hand fists in her hair or skims over her ribcage, dragging nails lightly over skin that’s mine to mark.
She melts, legs trembling, head thrown back, eyes half–lidded.
Every thrust sends a pulse of warmth back into me, until my own senses blur.
I feel her come apart beneath me, every shuddering wave vibrating through my cock, and I chase it, burying myself deeper, wanting to give her the release she craves as much as I crave it myself.
My pace picks up. Fingers dig into her ass, hips slamming home with a raw, desperate precision.
She whimpers, and I lose it—muscles tensing so hard I swear the floor might shudder.
Then I spill inside her, hot and thick, chest heaving as I ride out the last of my need.
My thrusts slow, then stop, and I collapse across her back, arms folding around her.
I tuck her under my arm, forehead resting against the nape of her neck. “Sleep, sweetheart,” I whisper, fingers threading through her hair, pressing my face into it. Her palm comes to my chest. In her arms, I can finally lay down every wall I ever built.
For the first time, I feel everything. With Briar, I’m unguarded and alive—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.