14. Lindee #3
One that’s starting to melt my heart. Opening it up and letting him in. All feelings I shouldn’t be having. Not for this man. I need to focus on the physical. About what he’s doing to my body, and the pleasure building in my gut.
The pleasure that is simmering like a kettle on an open flame, steam rising as the temperature rises. At any second, I’m going to boil over.
“You feel so good. All hot, tight, and wet…” Brandt says, slamming into me. “But you know what’s gonna feel better?”
I whimper, shaking my head, too focused on the telltale tingle swirling inside me.
“When you come on my cock.”
He pulls out, taking me by surprise. I miss him, cool air hitting my skin and making me shiver. I don’t have to wait long though. Brandt gathers me up, flipping me over and positioning me on my knees. He’s behind and back inside me in a heartbeat, the new angle igniting a new inferno in me.
Each new thrust hits me hard, deep inside, tapping my secret spot. The tingle spreads and I know I won’t last much longer.
“Brandt…”
“That’s it, baby…” He reaches around, finding my clit with his finger, circling it, using my own wetness to drive me crazy. “Squeeze my cock with your pussy. Use me…”
Use him I will. My climax is building at a rapid rate now, pushing against the barrier, ready to break free. Ready to take over. I want it. I need it. I need him.
“Brandt, please…make me come…”
Shifting, he circles my clit faster, once, twice more. Then he pinches it, gently, but enough to send a spike of pleasure straight through me.
That’s all I need.
I throw my head back, screaming, trying to meet his thrusts with more of my own.
I have no idea if it works, the fireworks inside my head drowning out everything else.
All I can see are the bright lights bursting behind my eyelids, the feel of Brandt still moving inside me setting off new flames every couple of seconds.
Somewhere in the distance I hear a roar—deep, loud, and enough to make the walls shake. Brandt grabs on to my hips, digging his fingers into the flesh, holding on for dear life.
I collapse, out of breath and unable to move. A second later, Brandt follows suit, his large frame pinning mine to the bed, the weight and heat of him exactly the salve my soul needs. The sound of his rapid breathing matches mine, the heavy exhales filling the silence of my small cottage.
My heart jumps, the knowledge of what just happened starting to sink in. I slept with the man who is feuding with my family’s company. My company. The one my sister is threatening legal action against.
More than that, Brandt isn’t from here. Once we do get that whole disagreement resolved—which I know we will—he’s going to leave. There is absolutely no future in this. There can’t be.
No matter how much I’m starting to want it.
I can’t think of that now. That can be later Lindee’s problem. Right now Lindee is going to focus on something significantly more trivial, and seriously more fun.
Rolling over, I somehow manage to move our bodies, Brandt groaning as he rolls onto his back. I snuggle up against him, resting my head on his chest and pulling the covers up around us. His heart is still pounding against his ribs, the steady rhythm lulling me into a trance.
“Brandt?” I ask, running my fingers through his chest hair. “Have you ever seen The Secret World of Alex Mack?”
I hold my breath, waiting for one of the two responses that always comes when I mention my favorite childhood show. One, complete confusion and zero knowledge of what I’m talking about, or two, a grimace quickly followed by calling the show lame, or stupid, or some other dismissive adjective.
Brandt chuckles, his chest vibrating from the sound. Here it comes…
“I loved that show as a kid. I tried to figure out what the potential makeup of GC-161 was at one point in high school, but…” He pauses, shifting and pulling me in closer.
He kisses the top of my head, sending the butterflies into flight again.
“The lack of telekinesis in real life makes it kinda tough to test out. Plus, Alex Mack was hot. At least, my teenage self thought so.”
I giggle, loving his honesty.
“Why?”
“I, errr…” Good question—why did I ask that? He gave me the most perfect answer ever. One I wasn’t expecting. Then lobbed a toughie right back at me. “Just wondering.”
“Just wondering?” I can feel the skeptical look he’s giving me. To be fair, I wouldn’t believe me either. “Your first postcoital thought is if I’ve seen some semi-obscure kids’ TV show from the ’90s?”
He pokes my side, earning another giggle.
“Well, I, errr…”
Woman up, Lindee! You are on a date with a sweet, sexy, fellow nerd. What’s the worst that can happen—he runs away screaming? At this point, that would probably work out better. Then he’d be out of my hair.
I suck in a breath and push up on my elbow to face him. “Wanna watch it?”
Brandt’s eyes go wide, a sweet smile matching pace. “You have it?”
I nod. “It’s a comfort show, and one of my favorite things to do is to curl up and watch it with some popcorn and—”
Before I can finish, Brandt is hopping out of bed and heading for the stairs. I laugh, his bare ass as white as a bleached sheet.
“I’ll make the popcorn!”