Chapter Six
LIPS MESHED together, Brent tugged on his tie while I fiddled with his belt. We were so off balance he fell off the couch. Twice. Rising to the couch the second time, he managed to get his jacket and shirt off before climbing back on top of me.
We were laughing hysterically, pulling shoes and his socks off. I unzipped his pants and he rolled on his side to take them and his boxers off. He tugged on the bottom of my shirt while struggling with his pant legs, demanding, “Off.”
I stopped laughing.
“Ember, take your shirt off,” he grunted, his feet tangled up in his pants.
“No,” I whispered.
He blinked. I knew he heard the desperation in my voice.
Free off his remaining clothes he tossed them on the floor, slowly turning his head to me. A storm was brewing there. His eyebrows snapped together. “How bad is it?”
I turned my head away. I couldn’t face him. “Bad.”
He struck, grabbing my wrists and holding them above my head with one hand while he yanked my shirt up above my breasts with his other. His breath caught, and wheezed out in a hiss. “If I hadn’t already decided to kill the bastard who hurt you, I would have now.”
My bottom lip trembled. I blinked rapidly. I wasn’t going to cry.
My torso was splotched with purple and red bruises, yellow ringing them. It wasn’t a pretty sight. I tried to cover myself when he released my wrists to gingerly touch my ribs.
“No,” he ordered, pushing my hands away. “Don’t fuckin’ hide from me, Ember.”
“Please,” I whispered, my voice cracking. I didn’t even like looking at the horrible reminder of what I ran from. I sure as heck didn’t want Brent gazing down at it.
Softly, his hands rested over my rib cage while his eyes searched mine for what seemed like forever. “Okay…okay,” he whispered, gently pulling my shirt back down. I breathed a sigh of relief.
He reached to the floor, grabbing his pants.
I blinked, and then seized his arm. “What are you doin’?”
“Darlin’, we aren’t doing anything tonight,” he told me firmly, his accent disappearing, while he shook his pants out.
“The heck, you say,” I shouted, grabbing his pants and tossing them. “I’m not about to let some darn bruises stop me.”
“It’s not the bruises stopping this from happening.” He stared me straight in the eye, serious…and…changed. Yeah, I didn’t know everything about him anymore. He tapped my forehead with his index finger. “You aren’t ready up here.”
Silence.
My body quivered.
…not in humiliation.
…not in discomfort.
…not in grief.
Anger. Yes, in anger, I shook.
I pointed a furious, trembling finger and spouted words I didn’t think I would ever say, “Fuck you, Brent Christopher Terrance.” If he thought that bastard had broken me, he had another think coming.
Brent’s eyes widened in astonishment. Yeah, I had never cursed before. So what?
Taking advantage of his surprise, I wrenched my shirt over my head and straddled him as fast as I could. He wasn’t getting away, darn it. We had unfinished business to attend to.
“Darlin’,” he sputtered, gripping my hips to hold me back.
“No,” I muttered, gripping his chin so I could look him in the eye. “I want this. I want you inside me. Think you can handle that?”
A pause. His lips twitched. “There you are. Glad you could make it back so we could enjoy ourselves.”
His grip tightened on my hips and he tossed me on my back.
I squealed. He grinned, spreading my legs and sinking between my thighs, his face over mine.
I punched his arm. The jerk had tricked me!
How he always knew what to do, and say, to bring me out of a funk was obviously still a functioning aspect of the Brent I knew so long ago.
Although, his tactics had changed slightly. I would have to remember that.
He laughed, dropping his lips to my neck. I muttered, “I can’t believe you pulled that reverse psychology crap on me.”
“I can’t believe you said…” He lifted his head. Glanced left, then right. Wrinkled up his nose and whispered covertly, “fuck.” He grinned then, his body shaking with suppressed laughter. “You aren’t going to faint are you?”
Ohhh! Big ‘ol jerk.
“Just shut up and kiss me,” I mumbled, a blush rising to my cheeks.
He obliged, ever the southern gentleman.
His mouth journeyed from my lips to my earlobe, sucking softly. Aw, he remembered.
I groaned and fisted my hands in his curls, grinding against his cock nestled between my thighs.
He moaned against my neck, both of his hands finding my breasts and kneading softly.
Heat unfurled in the pit of my stomach, shooting lightning bolts of need straight to my core.
My breasts swelled and my nipples beaded under his gentle caresses. I was slowly burning in pleasure.
My hands greedily explored his body. He had changed in the five years since I last saw him. His shoulders were more broad and his muscles thicker. I dug my fingers into them, wanting to feel all of him at once.
His mouth found one breast while his other hand slid between my legs.
I bowed and yelled, grabbing his cock in my hand.
He jerked, moaning my name. He wasn’t quite as thick as Cole, but he was longer than I remembered.
I guess I had been wrong. He was huge, too.
I gripped him and stroked his silky, hard length in time to his slowly penetrating finger.
That didn’t last long.
Waiting wasn’t an option. Impatience lead my waning thoughts. I needed him now. Fire was consuming my brain and all I could think about was him inside me. My body trembled when he used my wetness to stimulate my clit. Yeah, I couldn’t wait.
I brushed his hand away and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he groaned, grinding against me, soaking his cock in my juices.
“Now, please,” I moaned, kissing him hard. Need overruled all.
Pinching my nipple, he murmured, “I wasn’t anywhere near done with you yet.”
I panted, grabbing his firm butt. “Don’t care.” I squeezed and rotated my hips, making him choke on whatever he was about to say. “I want you inside me. Today preferably.”
He laughed. “Now who’s being demanding?” He rocked against me again, teasing the head of his cock against my clit, making my body spasm.
“Brent…” It was a quiet plea.
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Okay, darlin’, but you’re gonna owe me some damn foreplay.” He sucked on my earlobe again, making me shudder. “Deal?”
“Cripes, Brent,” I griped. “Deal.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he tilted his hips and pressed the crown of his cock inside me.
I let my knees spread farther and pushed up in time for his next thrust, we both groaned as he partially slid in.
My channel stretched and relaxed as he gently thrust without pushing beyond that point.
We panted in heat, our eyes locked on each other’s.
Need bouncing and back and forth between us.
Sensual energy soaked into our pores. It had always been that way between us.
Instant attraction. We were one in our absolute need to give, and receive, pleasure.
He paused. Lips on mine, then thrust deep inside. My body arched, and Brent shouted. I felt my inner walls contracting against his cock. We shuddered at the intimate connection.
Gasping, he hissed, “I can’t go slowly tonight, darlin’. I hope you can handle it.” He didn’t thrust, but ground his pelvis against my clit and I clenched around him. He gritted his teeth. “I can’t wait to call in your debt.” He grinned and nipped my nipple, making me cry out.
“I can handle it,” I sighed as he laved the sensually abused nipple. “Just move, darn it!”
“Oh, I will. You better hang on,” he murmured, kissing my other nipple first before lifting up on his knees. He hooked his arms under my knees, gripping my thighs with his hands. He pulled out until only his crown was inside my wet core, and then slammed back in, fully seated.
I screamed, my body bowing off the couch.
He didn’t relent. He did just as he had stated. And when I was ready for more, he gave it, pounding into me, my breasts bouncing in time to him fierce rhythm. Our bodies drenched in sweat and sweet, sweet liquid warmth. His fingers dug into my thighs as he swiveled his hips, driving unbrokenly.
I took all he gave, and then some, lifting up and grabbing his shoulders. I kissed him brutally and he gripped my hips, lifting me up and banging me back down on his cock. With each downward plunge, he lifted on his knees grinding his pelvis against my clit.
He sucked on my tongue hard, and shouted when I tilted my hips, pressing just right on his cock.
“Shit!” he hollered when I didn’t stop. “Fuck yes, darlin’.”
He gripped me tighter and slammed me harder and I groaned, throwing my head back. Our shouts of pleasure and demands co-mingled, becoming one until he dropped a hand between our bodies and roughly flicked my clit.
I froze.
Then jolted, arching so hard we fell back as my scream filled the night air.
Brent didn’t miss a beat as my channel pulsed and milked his cock, my body liquefying, floating away inside a shining torrent of ecstasy.
He roared, tossing his blond head back, neck muscles corded, driving harder and faster.
Rhapsody was my pulse, exhilaration my air, as his body tensed.
He hammered one last time, bumping my cervix, his cock lodging behind it as he shuddered and jerked.
Time stood still.
Choking on air, my body drifted down from rapture, trembling and utterly satisfied.
Brent’s clenched muscles relaxed and he melted, folding over and landing half on me, half on the back of the couch.
We gulped in air like it was going out of style.
My head was still swimming when Brent pulled the afghan from the back of the couch and covered us.
Swaying a smidge, he collapsed over me, using my breast as a pillow.
I passed out.
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