Chapter 6
Brody
I already messed up once eight years ago with Willow by making out with her on her eighteenth birthday, and I can’t make that mistake again.
That kiss though…it was everything it shouldn’t have been.
She was eighteen for God’s sake, she had no right kissing me like that and showing me all her cards.
It was a forever kiss. At eight-fucking-teen.
I was in my prime and in no place to settle down, so I did what I had to do.
But now I know I’ll never find someone like her.
So, ya, I’m begging for a second chance.
“I’m sorry, Willow.”
“It’s too late.” Her voice cracks on the three short words.
“No. No no no. Don’t say that.” Impulsively, my hands go to her waist and my lips kiss away the tear crawling down her cheek.
Head down, lips trembling, she says, “You hurt me.” And it crushes my heart all over again.
“I’ll make it up to you, Willow—”
“Y-you can’t.”
“Please don’t say that, Willow. I’m so, so sorry. I can’t lose you.”
As if a vice is squeezing tighter and tighter around my heart, my ribs expand, desperate to create space for me to breathe. I think I’m about to lose her again, and this time would be final.
I roll my forehead against hers. “Just tell me one thing.”
“What?”
“Everything you’ve done the last couple of days…has it been to see me hurt? Or to see me break?”
Her sharp intake of breath and vulnerable gaze tells me everything.
“Because baby, you broke me.” My fingers dig into her hips.
I want her. Need to claim her as mine. It’s been too long.
“I’m such a dumbass for ever letting you go.
” I nuzzle into her neck. “I thought it was better for both of us to be apart. I made a promise to Lacy. But not only that, being a hockey player’s wife can be brutal.
I thought I had the discipline to stay away from you.
But two days alone with you and you broke me.
” I can feel her body shivering under my touch and I nip at her neck.
“Please tell me I have a second chance. Please.”
Her fingers come up to my chest and tap lightly.
“I’m scared, Brody.”
“You’re scared? I’m scared shitless. Think of the damage you could do to me.” Her eyes widen at my confession and her fingers pause on my collarbone. The question in her eyes is clear.
“With one word, you could tear it all down, Willow. All of it. It’s in your hands.”
The beat that passes between us lasts forever. My heart can’t take it anymore. “I don’t want to tear it all down, Brody.”
And she tilts her chin up, eyeing my mouth.
I don’t need more of an invitation. My lips find hers like she’s an oasis and I’ve been wandering the fucking desert for forty years.
She’s the fucking promised land. I want to take it slow and treasure every second, but I’m a desperate man.
The feral grown erupting from the back of my throat confirms it.
Two hands on her face, I angle her for better access and demand entry to her mouth. Willingly she opens to me so I can suck on her tongue. Hot. Wet. Messy. My body is amped up and already miles ahead.
Breaking apart, I lock eyes with her. “We can take this slow—”
“No. I need you, Brody. Now.” Her leg hooks over my hip until I lift her up so she can wrap herself around me like a bow. As if I could be her present.
I don’t stop kissing her as I lead us into her bedrooms. Clothes are thrown off and our bodies meet. Skin to skin. Her soft to my hard.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I pull her down on the bed and hover over her, pressing every inch of me against her. “Fuck.” It’s impossible to remove my lips from her body. Every inch of her needs to be caressed by my lips. Fuck. Every inch of her is blessing my lips. Here in bed, she’s the damn monk.
Her nails dig into my back and her moans sear my skin, so I bring two fingers down to check if she’s ready.
“You’re so wet, Willow.” I lick her cum off my fingers while she watched through half-lidded eyes.
“Please Brody.” Her body arches up while her clit searches for some friction against my cock.
“Ya, baby.”
“Uh huh…” She grabs me, yanking me down to suffocate me with an open mouthed kiss. Using her tongue, she’s showing me exactly what she wants from me.
I tap my dick on her clit a few tips to get her really dripping before I rock into her in one long stroke.
“Uhhhhh.” Her moan fills my ears. It’s like she’s transfused into me, and I have to give her what she needs.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Her hands clasp around my biceps as her head drops back.
“Yes,” she chants as I drive into her.
A flash of heat that simmers at my spine needs to wait. She comes first. I focus on every sound she makes. The way she smells like salted caramel. The softness of her skin. The wet, sucking, of my dick. Fuck.
I tuck a pillow under her hips and thrust into her again, watching her come apart in my arms. Glorious. Gorgeous. Fucking life changing.
Those thoughts last a split second before I pump into her again and shoot into her.
It’s never been like this. It’s never been this good. Never felt this intimate. As if two people were really giving everything of themselves, so much so that even though a part of the self was lost, so much more was gained.
I roll over and pull her atop me. I’ve always held things together. Been disciplined. Strict. Brutal with myself. Never bending. But for this girl, I’d break every rule.