Chapter 18
JACQUELINE
Ihadn’t stopped looking at the clock all day. After everything Wade had already pulled, I felt like we were waiting for more bad news from Bex’s dad, and it had left me on edge.
Brogan finally stood and wrapped his hand around my wrist to gently tug me to my feet. “C’mon.”
“Where are we going?”
He led me away from the couch and toward the bedroom I had come to think of as ours. “Gonna give you something else to think about.”
A sensual shiver raced down my spine. “That sounds like a great idea to me.”
My focus was wholly on Brogan when he spread me out on the mattress, his big body covering mine completely.
He braced himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush me, but I still felt surrounded by him.
The solid weight of him settled between my thighs felt so right that I couldn’t help the soft sound that slipped from my throat. “There’s my good girl.”
“Brogan,” I whispered.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
He kissed me until I was breathless, his mouth moving over mine as his tongue stroked between my lips.
I arched up into him, my fingers sliding into his short hair.
Every time I made a little noise, he answered with a low rumble in his chest that vibrated through me.
By the time he finally lifted his head, my lips felt swollen and I was aching for more.
He stared down at me, his steel-gray eyes filled with something softer than lust. “I hate that Otis is gone. That I’ll never get to thank him properly for the man he helped me become. But I’m also lucky as fuck to have you in my life now. Never thought I’d have something this good.”
I lifted one hand and traced the line of his jaw, feeling the faint scrape of stubble against my fingertips. “I think Grandpa would be happy for us. He always wanted me to find someone who would love this place as much as he did. A man who would want to take care of me.”
Brogan’s lips tilted into a crooked grin. The expression softened the hard angles of his face in a way that made my stomach flutter. “As much as Otis liked me, he probably would’ve aimed that old shotgun of his at my chest for daring to touch his beloved granddaughter.”
I twined both arms around his neck and tugged him a little closer, teasing, “How about we stick to me touching you then?”
His eyes flashed with heat. “Hell no. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
To prove it, he glided one big palm down the center of my chest, right between the valley of my breasts. The slow drag of his hand sent a delicious shiver racing through me.
I arched into his touch. “What about your mouth?”
Brogan’s grin turned wicked. After quickly stripping us out of our clothes, he dipped his head and tugged one of my nipples between his teeth with just enough pressure to make me gasp. The sharp little zing shot straight through my body, directly to my core.
My back bowed off the mattress, and one of my hands flew to the back of his head. I held him close as he soothed the slight sting with the flat of his tongue before closing his lips around the tightened peak and sucking.
Every pull of his mouth sent another ripple of pleasure rolling through me.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and I felt myself growing wetter.
My hips shifted restlessly beneath him, seeking friction, but he kept me pinned with the weight of his body while he took his time.
When he started to kiss his way down my body, both of my nipples were tight and glistening from his mouth. He dragged open-mouthed kisses along my ribs, then across the quivering plane of my stomach.
Every so often, he paused to suck a small mark into my skin, making me gasp and squirm beneath him.
“Look at you, all flushed and restless for me already. Fuck, baby, you’re so damn perfect.”
I couldn’t form a coherent reply. My fingers were tangled in the sheets, body tightening with every inch he traveled lower. When he finally wedged his shoulders between my thighs, the intensity of his stare made me even wetter.
“Spread more for me. Want to see all of you.”
I didn’t hesitate to give him exactly what he wanted, any hint of shyness a thing of the past. He made a low, appreciative sound and leaned in.
The first slow lick of his tongue had my back arching off the bed, and he groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Then he ate me like a man who’d been starved for too long—licking, sucking, and teasing until I was a panting mess.
“That’s it. Let me hear how good it feels.”
His tongue circled my clit with devastating precision, then slid lower to push inside me before returning to that sensitive bundle of nerves. Every time I cried out, he doubled down, working me with focused hunger.
One of his big hands pinned my hip to the mattress so I couldn’t squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Come on my tongue. Want to feel you fall apart for me. Give it to me, Jacqueline.”
His raspy demand pushed me over the edge. I screamed his name as the orgasm crashed over me, my thighs trembling around his head. But he didn’t ease up. He licked me through every pulse, drawing my release out until I was oversensitive.
Only when the last waves had faded did he lift his head to slide two thick fingers inside me. “One more. You’re not done yet.”
I whimpered at the stretch, but he twisted his wrist and found the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Then his thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing firm circles while he worked me with his hand.
“Fuck, look at how greedy this pretty pussy is. You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you? Gonna soak my hand.”
His dirty talk mixed with the skilled thrust of his fingers and pressure on my clit was too much. The second orgasm hit even harder than the first. My inner walls clenched on a broken moan, my body shaking as pleasure ripped through me again.
Brogan worked me through it until I was limp and panting. Only then did he slowly withdraw his fingers, bring them to his mouth, and lick them clean with a low sound of satisfaction.
I practically melted into the mattress when he knelt up between my spread thighs, the thick length of his dick heavy and flushed. He hooked my legs around his waist, the head of him nudging against my entrance as he leaned over me once more. “Need to be inside you.”
“Then take me.”
I dug my nails into Brogan’s shoulders as the slow stretch of him sliding deep stole my breath. He filled me inch by careful inch, watching my face the entire time.
My head tipped back against the pillow, and I panted, “More.”
“Meant it when I said I’d give you anything you need,” he growled before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in hard and fast.
All I could do was hold on for the ride as he set a rhythm that had the bed creaking beneath us. Every deep stroke dragged against that perfect place inside me, building the pressure all over again.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he rasped against my ear. “So tight and wet around my cock. Like this pussy was made just for me.”
His hands slid under my butt, tilting my hips so he could drive even deeper. The new angle made me see stars.
“Brogan,” I moaned his name, my nails scoring down his back as the pleasure continued to build.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice rough with strain. “Take every inch. Want you walking around tomorrow still feeling where I’ve been.”
“So close,” I gasped.
One of his hands moved between us so he could rub tight circles over my clit in time with his thrusts.
“Come on my cock,” he demanded. “Want to feel you squeeze me when you fall apart. Give it to me, Jacqueline. Now.”
The orgasm slammed into me, and I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me again.
Brogan’s rhythm turned erratic for a few more powerful thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan.
I felt every hot pulse as he filled me, his body shuddering against mine.
He stayed deep inside me as we both caught our breath, one big hand stroking my hair back from my damp face. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were softer than I’d ever seen them.
He pressed a kiss against my lips. “All fucking mine.”
I was too blissed out to do anything but whisper, “Yours.”
As I lay sprawled across Brogan’s chest, still catching my breath while his big hand stroked lazily up and down my back, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone.
I stuck my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout when he pulled up the security camera feeds, the soft glow of the screen lighting his face.
“Really?” I teased. “You’re checking cameras right after that?”
He leaned down and gave me a quick, firm kiss. “Just making sure everything’s still quiet. Then I’m all yours again.”
I settled back against him, tracing the tattoo on his right pec while he scrolled through the feeds. Then his entire body went rigid beneath me.
I lifted my head. “What is it?”
His eyes stayed locked on the screen, and I glanced down to see that one of the exterior camera tiles had gone completely black. A moment later, another feed blinked out.
Brogan sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. I scrambled up beside him just as the entire house plunged into darkness.
The power was gone, but I felt Brogan turn toward the window. “I smell smoke.”