Chapter Fourteen
Brew
I reach down for my jeans and retrieve a condom. I tear it open with my teeth and quickly slide it on. I kiss my way up her body and taste and tease her hot, slick, bare skin until I’m nipping at her lips.
“Ready to see if we can wake the sleeping dead?” I ask.
She wraps her arms around me. “Someone’s feeling cocky,” she teases.
“Not cocky. Confident.”
I take her mouth as I push inside of her. She feels good. So damn good.
“Yes, right there,” she breathes, and I feel the bite of her nails dragging down my back.
I reach back and feed one of her legs behind me so I can thrust deeper. Her head flies back into the pillow, and she grips my sides. I suck at her exposed neck, and she begins circling her hips. Her breath starts coming in short, hard pants as her other leg locks tightly around my waist.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I grunt as her muscles tighten around me.
I dig my fingers into her hips as I increase the pace. Her hands move down to my ass, and she arches up as sexy little gasps escape her lips, letting me know she’s close to the edge.
So am I.
I slip a hand between us and hit just the right spot because it only takes a couple of more pumps and her body begins to convulse as she screams my name.
As pleasure ripples through her body, I let out a guttural groan before clamping my mouth onto hers and exploding inside of her.
“Wow,” she murmurs against my chest. “That was not how I thought my night would end.”
“Me neither,” I whisper before kissing her temple.
After my heart rate recovers, I look outside to make sure the coast is clear before dashing across the hall to the bathroom.
I quickly discard the condom, and return to find her snuggled under the comforter.
Exhausted and unsure of what she wants me to do—go or stay—I begin to pick up my clothes, but she pulls back the cover in invitation, so I crawl in beside her.
She curls into my side, and we lie here in the dark, with only the beam of moonlight peeking in through the window.
I twirl a lock of her hair in my fingers.
“So, tell me something about you,” she says.
“What do you want to know?”
She brings her chin up and rests it on my shoulder. “I don’t know. Do you work at the bar every day?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s more of a part-time thing. I work in the auto industry.”
“What, like at a dealership?”
I scoff. “Do I look like a car salesman to you?”
She giggles. “No, you’re definitely more hot mechanic than slimy used-car guy.”
“You think I’m hot, huh?” I deflect.
She shrugs. “You’re all right.”
“What about you?” I ask.
“What about me?”
“How is it that a stunner like you is still single?” I ask.
The corner of her mouth goes up. “You think I’m hot, huh?”
I press a quick kiss to her lips. “Of course I do. Now answer the question.”
She rests her head back against my chest, cuddling into my side as she starts to respond.
“I’m in this strange phase of life where I still want to do all the things I should have gotten out of my system in my twenties—like going out and dancing all night, traveling the world, and just enjoying the freedom of being young.
At the same time, I feel like time is slipping away, and I want to settle down, start a family, and embrace this stage of life without feeling suffocated by the responsibility that comes along with it.
Ugh, I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t even be sharing this with you,” she says, letting out a yawn.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because you might think I’m just a crazy woman, looking for a baby daddy,” she replies, her eyes growing heavy as she snuggles in deeper. “But don’t worry. I’m not. Besides, that ship has probably already sailed.”
Before I can question her further, her breaths become heavy and even. I glance down to see that she’s fast asleep, so I close my eyes and join her.
“You’re kicking me out?” I ask as she shoves my shoes into my hands and backs me toward the door.
Damn. Can’t say this has happened before.
“I’m not kicking you out. I’m saving us both from the interrogation that will happen if you’re still here when Erin and Jena wake up,” she murmurs.
“Your friends don’t bother me,” I say as she pulls the door open and looks outside, glancing from Sebby’s house to Sebastian’s.
“Yeah, well, they bother me,” she quips.
“Can I at least get your number?”
“Sure,” she says as she follows me out onto the porch. “Give me your phone.”
I drop the shoes so I can hand her my phone. She taps the screen for a moment, then hands it back to me.
“There. Don’t be a stranger,” she whispers before turning and shutting the door behind her.
I tug my shoes on quickly and walk down the steps.
When I reach my truck, I get in. Still clutching the phone in my hand, I pull up my Contacts and scroll to the B’s.
There is no Brandee listed, but there is a new entry for Barfly.
Chuckling, I tap the screen and wait. She answers on the third ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey. It’s me, Brew. Not being a stranger,” I say as I put the key in the ignition and start the truck.