14. Hannah
Hannah
I stared at my empty wineglass on the table. I should go to bed. It had been a very long day. But I glanced out the sliding glass door onto the patio where Brakkus was still standing against the fence.
I bit my lip, thinking about what had just happened. I could swear he’d been about to kiss me when my dad called. He’d told me about his life and his childhood. About the mate bond with Nadia. And then he’d said orcs could have two mates… he started to lean in.
I was probably reading way more into the whole thing than what was there. I was tired and stressed from a whole day of moving furniture and dusty boxes.
I really should have gone to bed, but… Brakkus was still out on the patio. And I didn’t want to go stare at the ceiling, running over everything we’d said to each other while I lay awake in the dark.
Instead, I went to the counter, poured myself another glass of wine and grabbed Brakkus another beer. I was being presumptuous. I didn’t know if he’d want a second beer. It was already late and it was Monday night. He probably wanted to go into the office early tomorrow morning.
When I stepped back onto the patio, Brakkus wasn’t where I’d expected him to be.
For a split second, I thought he’d gone inside through the office door, and I was standing there with my hands full of two more drinks like an idiot.
Then I heard a splash from the pool and turned my head to find his powerful human form gliding through the water on his back.
He stopped and smiled, watching me where I stood in front of the sliding door.
“Is that for me?” he asked, treading water.
“I figured…”
He swam to the edge of the pool and reached up for the bottle. I walked over and handed it to him. Brakkus was in his boxer shorts and nothing else, water droplets glistening over his tanned, muscled chest.
“Come on in,” he said, taking a swig. “The water’s nice.”
“I… I could go change.”
“No need. Just come in your underwear like me.”
“It’s not appropriate,” I breathed, my fingers tightening around the wineglass.
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” He looked up at me with a boyish grin I’d never seen on him, white teeth flashing in the patio lights. His dark eyes sparkled. I was instantly undone, and my heart was sent racing.
I had to laugh at how ridiculous that was. The fact was that Brakkus was my employer. If something happened… I’d be out of a job. Fraternizing with anyone in any household where I was employed was strictly against agency policy. I cleared my throat and then took another sip of wine.
Brakkus was swimming backward with his beer in his hand, giving me space. His expression had shifted from boyish grin to careful anticipation.
I could have sworn that fifteen minutes ago he was trying to tell me…
what? Was I going to admit to myself what I believed he was trying to say?
That I, his human nanny, was his second mate?
It was so self-absorbed for me to even think that.
I must have been in some kind of physical-labor-induced psychosis from carrying boxes all day.
“It does look nice,” I said. I was sweaty and dirty from the move, and the air was warm and muggy against my skin. The water did look extremely inviting.
“It is,” he said, sinking down to water level. He took a mouthful of water and then spit it out like a fountain.
“Okay, just for a few minutes. Then I really need to go to bed,” I said, untying my shoes.
I quickly stripped down to my bra and panties and settled onto the stairs in the shallow end with my wine.
The cool water felt heavenly after a long day of moving in the Texas summer heat. Brakkus moved across the pool, one hand holding his beer above the waterline. He then settled beside me on the stairs.
Even in his human form, he was enormous. He must have been at least six feet eight. He wasn’t as broad as in orc form, and his muscles were sleeker. He also didn’t have tusks. But he was still a massive man who seemed to fill all the space around me when he joined me on the stairs.
He leaned back, his elbow on the stair behind him, the long line of his chiseled abs glistening in the pool lights. I sat slightly hunched forward, still unable to believe I was sitting next to my boss in my underwear.
Brakkus’s boxers were slightly too big for him in this form and the waistband sagged down low on his groin, allowing me to see the flat plane of his lower abs and the slightest hint of curly dark hair under the water.
I yanked my eyes away and took another sip of wine. I usually didn’t drink so much. And I would probably regret it in the morning. But the heat of his skin and the smell of his body was twisting around me and covering me like a cloak.
Some strange instinct deep inside the darkest parts of me was begging me to jump on his lap and kiss him. To ride his cock until I exploded with pleasure and stars sang behind my eyes.
I palmed my eyelid over my closed right eye. I hadn’t had sex since college. That was literally… eight years ago. I didn’t even know if I remembered how.
Not to mention the fact that even thinking about doing it with my boss was all kinds of inappropriate.
“It’s such a gorgeous night,” he said, looking up at the sky. “With such pleasant company.”
I looked over at him. He was sitting down two steps from me, and our faces were almost level.
“Brakkus…” I breathed. “What are we doing?”
He reached up and cupped my face. I sucked a breath through my mouth. I wanted what I thought was about to happen. I wanted it so bad. But if he complained… if he fired me… I’d lose my job. My career.
“Brakkus… I’m scared.”
“Don’t be,” he said, angling my face up to his. “I’ll take care of you.”
Then his lips were on my mouth. The heat of it hit me like a flaming meteorite.
I sucked another shocked breath through my nose, clumsily set down my wineglass and threw my arms around his neck.
He pulled me into his lap as his tongue pressed through my lips.
I found myself sitting across his lap in the water, his massive hard cock right under my ass.
His huge hand held my cheek. The other was holding my hip.
Our tongues lashed, tasting each other deep and sensuous. My pussy throbbed, begging for more. I ran my hands over his chest, my palm gliding over his wet nipple and over his shoulder.
The feeling of his thick hard muscles sent my mind spiraling and my body into frantic need. He was huge, hard, and utterly masculine. I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was I needed him.
His hand slid down my neck and over my shoulder until he grasped my breast. I gasped, my mouth dropping open. Brakkus’s huge fingers slid inside the cup of my bra and he palmed my nipple. My pussy was pulsing frantically, and I rocked back and forth on his cock.
Brakkus gathered me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. “We can’t do this here,” he said, lifting me out of the water.
Before I even knew what was happening, he was carrying me across the patio and through the sliding door into his office, down the hall and into his bedroom.
I’d never been in his suite. The room was dark. The furniture big and bulky. There was a mounted set of antlers above the massive bed with a slotted Mission-style headboard. He laid me across the black bedspread, and my wet skin touched the silky warm fabric.
“Hannah,” he breathed, gliding onto the bed beside me. Brakkus was incredibly graceful for a man who was so big. And when he lay beside me, his big hands caressed my arm and shoulder as he kissed me.
His hand ran down the waistband of my panties. His fingers sinking just below the hem.
“Tell me you want this,” he said.
I quivered in anticipation, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Uh-huh,” I breathed.
He stopped moving and tilted my face up to look into his eyes. “Say it. Say you want this.”
He waited, gazing at me with those obsidian eyes.
“I—” I gulped. “I want this.” The energy in the room shifted at my words. It was like saying it opened the floodgates of something ancient and primal.
Brakkus undressed me quickly, stripping me out of my panties and bra, leaving me damp and naked, and quivering.
I reached up to him, wanting so much more, needing to make him feel good.
I wanted him to know how much I wanted him.
My whole body quivered as I ran my hands over his chest and around his neck, pulling him into me.
I then stroked down his stomach, reaching toward the hard shaft pressing against my hip.
He caught my wrists with one hand and gently moved them above my head, holding them there effortlessly with one massive hand.
My mouth dropped and I took a gasping breath. “Relax,” he murmured, caressing my stomach so gently it drove me insane. “You don’t need to do anything.”
“I want to make you feel good…” I protested.
“Shhh… pretty little human. It’s time for you to receive what your body’s been begging for all night.”
He kissed me, hard and wet. His tongue explored my mouth, first softly then with an intense ferocity that left me breathless.
He gripped my breasts, kneading the flesh and rolling my nipples until I was whimpering for more.
“You smell like sex,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath on my neck. “Your pussy is begging to be touched.”
“Yeah…” I mewled.
“You want me to touch it?”
“Yes… please touch me.”
He chuckled softly against my neck, his hand moving lower. The other still holding my wrists captured above my head. He cupped my sex with his hand, his palm warm against my pubic hair.
“Brakkus,” I murmured, trying to move. I wanted to embrace him. To give something. But he kept me pinned, not allowing me to move.
His fingers slowly stroked my outer lips, and a shock wave of pleasure radiated through me.
I was breathing heavily, my breasts heaving.
It was almost impossible for me to stay still.
To let myself receive pleasure. But he wouldn’t let me move.
I squeezed my eyes closed and turned my head to the side, burying my face in my bicep.