I break our kiss and look her in the eyes. “We don’t have to, you know.” I brush her hair behind her ear.
She smiles. “I know.” She moves her lips back to mine and kisses me deeply, demanding entrance into my mouth and I grant it instantly.
I’m taking things slow—much slower than I normally would. But I want to give her time to think about this, to back out if she wants. Her hands find the hem of my shirt and she pulls it upward. I pull away and tug the shirt over my head, tossing it into the floor. Her eyes look over my chest and stomach with greed. She licks her lips and then pulls the bottom one in between her teeth. Using my thumb, I pull it out and kiss it softly, slowly moving down her jaw and neck.
I kiss down her chest until her shirt cuts me off. Finally, with my eyes on hers, I pull her shirt upward. She allows it, even sitting up to get it out from under her back. She doesn’t take her gaze away from mine as she reaches behind her and unclasps her light pink lace bra.
She pushes the straps off of her shoulders and the material falls away, revealing her perky breasts. They’re just as perfect as I imagined they’d be. Her ivory skin is flawless, her dark pink nipples standing at attention. I lean forward, capturing it in my mouth. The moment I close my lips around it, a moan leaves her lips and her back arches into me, her head falling back as her eyes flutter closed. Flicking my tongue against it causes her to lay back, her hands tangling into my hair and holding me in place. Deep down, I hope she holds me here forever.
Twelve
Brennan
I’VE never felt anything more magical than his mouth around my nipple. His mouth is talented. His tongue swirls and flicks, and he sucks until I’m wound so tight, I think I’m going to snap. His hands massage my breasts at the same time, driving me closer to where I need to be. When he tires of one, he switches to the other, only teasing me further.
His hips grind against my center, causing this tingle to form between my thighs. It moves upward, into my stomach and then swirls into a tornado that rips me apart from the inside. I cry out his name and completely lose control of my body. My lungs forget to breathe. My heartbeat, though, doubles its pace, quickening to an unhealthy rate. My entire body feels like it’s on fire as a wave washes over me. My release is earth-shattering.
When I fall back into my body and my cries have quieted, his hips stop against mine. He removes his mouth from my breast, his hooded eyes finding mine. “Was that your first?” he asks, his voice thick and raspy.
I nod, still unable to talk or move.
He grins. “Good. Let me show you how a real man can make you feel.” His lips crash against mine, our teeth clanking together, but he doesn’t stop or pull away. Instead, his hands get to work on stripping me of my jeans. There’s nothing separating us now but my thin panties and his jean-clad hips. When he breaks our kiss, I’m breathless. Kissing his way down my body only freezes my lungs. His lips are between my breasts. On my ribs. Just above my belly button. On my hip bone. Then he stops and a whimper escapes. His fingers wrap around the waistband of my panties.
“Brennan, are you sure?” His voice is strong and steady.
I nod. Fear consumes me, but I’m absolutely sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
“Brennan,” he says my name. “Look at me.”
My head tilts down, my eyes finding his.
“Are you sure? We can stop. God help me, I don’t want to, but I will.”
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I lift my hips, and he slowly pulls the thin lace down my thighs and off my feet, tossing them into the floor. On his knees, he looks down at me as he starts to loosen his belt. Every muscle is hard and flexing. His jaw is cocked and his Adam’s apple bobs. “We can stop at any time. I won’t be mad, okay?”
I nod, still trying to catch my breath.
His hands shove his jeans and boxers down his hips, and his erection springs free. It’s long and wide. I wonder if I could even wrap my hand around it. The fear pumping through me doubles. How will it fit? I can see thick purple veins just beneath the skin a drop of pre-cum on the tip. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I lick my lips. Suddenly, I want to feel him, taste him.
“What is it, Brennan?” he whispers, covering my body with his.
I’m scared to say the words. I don’t want to be judged. I mean, what if I do it wrong? I’ve heard my friends talk about it and I took mental notes. I think I know what I’m doing. I push against his chest until he rolls off of me. I can tell by the look on his face that he thinks I’ve changed my mind, but that look is gone when I move between his knees. With my eyes on his, I wrap my hand around his length. The tip of my middle finger barely touches my thumb.
“I want to touch you,” I confess.
His breathing is picking up now, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Touch me any way you want, baby.”
I work him up and down for a moment, savoring the velvety soft skin. More wetness leaks out and I spread it with my thumb. He sucks in a breath. “It’s been so long,” he confesses, his eyes fluttering closed.
I lean over and lick the tip, causing his hips to jerk upward. His eyes pop back open, locking on my mouth on him. “Brennan, you don’t have to,” he says, but clamps his mouth shut when I suck him in deeper. A moan resonates deep in his chest. Instead of focusing on him, I focus on my technique. I move my hand up and down while my mouth follows, taking in as much of him as I can. My tongue swirls around the tip when I reach base of his shaft before repeating the process again and again.
“Fuck, you suck dick like an angel,” he pants out, causing me to blush. Even though my jaw is killing me now, I double my pace, causing him to moan louder, the sound going deeper and deeper into his chest. “Brennan, you have to stop,” he whispers, but I don’t listen. I want to see if I can finish this, finish him. “Oh, fuck. Brennan, stop,” he tries again as every muscle flexes.
Somehow, and I’m not sure how, he flips us over. I’m no longer on top with my mouth covering him. Now, I’m under him, his mouth on mine, his hand between my legs, rubbing circles around my clit. One touch of his hand has me moaning into his mouth and my knees shaking violently.
He slides two fingers into me, making me suck in a breath of air. “You’re so tight, Brennan,” he whispers against my lips. “Are you sure you want to do this? You know it usually hurts the first time, right?” he asks, pulling away and looking into my eyes. However, his hand doesn’t leave me. It keeps working me over, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I can’t think straight when he’s touching me. Right now, I don’t want to stop. I just want to feel him inside me.
“Fuck me, Colton,” I demand, grasping at the sheets beneath me.
He gives me a cocky smile. “Such dirty words for such a pretty mouth.” He removes his hand and leans over. Digging around in the nightstand, he’s quickly back with a condom. He rips it open with his teeth and slides the condom onto his length in one fluid like motion.
“If you want me to stop, just say so. I completely understand,” he whispers as he places himself at my entrance.
I nod my head and lace my fingers into his hair, jerking his mouth to mine. I need something to distract me from the pain I’m sure to feel when his massive cock pushes its way into my tiny body.
Slowly, his hips push forward and he slides into me. The further he pushes, the more pain consumes me. It burns and feels like I’m being torn in two. I cry out in pain, tears stinging my eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I cry out.
His hips pause as his thumb moves up to wipe away my tear. It’s only now I can tell how badly he’s shaking, shaking with fear or need, I’m not sure. When I adjust, he pushes into me a little more.
Inch by inch, there’s nothing but pain. “Just do it,” I beg, wanting this part over. I know from many of my friends that once the actual sex starts, it becomes much more enjoyable. I want the pain to end.
With my permission, he thrusts into me,
hard and deep. I almost scream as a sob wracks my body. “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry,” he whispers, cupping my face in his hands and wiping my eyes free from the tears that are falling as he peppers my face with kisses.
I suck in a breath as I force my body to accept his size. He doesn’t move, he just waits, holding me, as the pain begins to fade away.
“Please let me move,” he whispers, pressing soft kisses to my lips, jaw, and neck.
I nod. “Okay. I’m okay,” I assure him.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, sliding out slowly.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth as he slowly pushes back in. There’s pain, but not as much as there was before. The sensation he’s providing to my breast overrides it. I gasp when he rolls his hips, his cock touching a spot I’ve never felt before.
My hands move from his hair, down his back, feeling their way down each of his hard muscles. He’s like a Greek god, full of dips and curves, all carved out of solid stone. As his hips move back and forth, his mouth never stops kissing, sucking, and nipping. Something in my stomach starts to build again and I let out a whimper.
“Right there?” he whispers, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.
My nails dig into his back, needing more. “Don’t stop,” I plead.
“Never,” he replies, picking up pace.
It’s only moments before I’m shattering around him. My back arches and my eyes lock shut, riding out the waves that are ravaging my body. His hands grab my hips, holding them where he needs them, the urgency rising. His thrusts are no longer controlled and precise. Now they’re wild, bucking against me as he chases after his own release.
“Brennan, fuck. Shit. I’m going to come. I can’t stop. You feel too fucking perfect. Tell me you’re ready.”
I can’t tell him anything because, at the moment, my body is gone, lost to this all-consuming bliss he’s causing me to feel. My muscles squeeze around him and he lets out a deep moan. His hips begin to jerk and twitch. Suddenly, they stop completely. He’s lying on me, breathless. My heart is pounding hard against my chest, against his ear.
We lay like this for a long time, until we both manage to find our bodies once again.
“Your heart is going wild for me,” he whispers.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers twirling his hair. “That’s not the only thing,” I reply.
I’m not sure if he knows what that meant, but he doesn’t ask me to clarify and I’m glad. I don’t want to admit how crazy he’s made my head this past month. Kissing me twice, checking me out every time he saw me, looking delicious as hell, and all while I’m reminding myself that he’s off-limits. I’ve never been more turned on and annoyed at the same time.
When we finally manage to separate, he slides onto the bed at my side. Tossing the condom into the trash, he curls around me, pulling me to his chest. His strong arms wrap around me, making me feel warm and safe. Everything right now feels perfect, like nothing could possibly go wrong.
My eyes flutter closed as I think of the things we’ve just done. A warmth spreads through me again. He presses soft kisses to the back of my shoulder and up my neck. They’re soft and teasing, but he doesn’t try for more. It almost feels like he doesn’t want it to end.
And neither do I.
Thirteen
Colton
BRENNAN is sound asleep next to me. My arms are wrapped around her and her leg is thrown over my hip. She’s warm and soft and smells like heaven. I think back on the things we’ve done, and a shiver rushes up my spine. Fuck, she felt so amazing wrapped around me, so hot and tight. Everything about this woman is a turn-on. Just holding her like this makes me want to slide into her again and never leave. But with this being her first time, I know she’ll need some time. She’ll be sore and stiff for a while. How in the hell am I going to keep my hands off her now, now that I know how perfect she is?
I open my eyes, and the first thing they land on is that picture of me and Ashley on the nightstand. Her smiling face haunts me and guilt makes its way up my throat. My throat grows thick with emotion. I never thought I’d be here, holding one woman while mourning another. I wonder if she’s angry at me for falling for Brennan. I tell myself that she’s not and never can be again. She’s dead. She no longer has feelings. But that’s completely backwards as to how I usually like to think of her. I always made myself believe that she was still here in some way, watching me, helping me though things. That’s not the truth though. She can’t help me through anything anymore.
I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. I’m moving on. I’m moving on with Brennan—a woman who’s over ten years younger than me. I’m too goddamn annoyed with myself to sleep. I manage to wiggle out from beneath her and step into the attached bathroom. I turn on the light and start up the shower. I need time to think about what I’ve done, how I’m going to handle it. I know myself well enough to know that there’s no going back. Hell, I couldn’t even forget that I kissed her. No way am I going to be able to forget about this. How are things going to be between the two of us now? Does she think we’re together or dating now? If I tell her we’re not, will she leave? Milly will be heartbroken. Fuck. Milly. I told myself not to fuck this up for her. Yet, the first chance I got, that’s what I did.
I hang my head and let the water pour over it. A cold gust of wind hits my backside and I turn around to find Brennan stepping into the shower behind me. Her eyes meet mine and she offers up a half-smile.
“Figured you didn’t need to be in here overthinking this all by yourself.” She steps closer and wraps her arms around my stomach. I can’t hold back or push her away. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my chest, my mouth finding hers. She kisses me back with just as much blinding passion as before. My body starts to come alive again, even though I try keeping myself in check.
“What are we going to do, Brennan?” I ask against her lips as I push her back against the shower wall.
“I don’t know,” she answers, leaning her head back as I fall to my knees before her, kissing my way down her beautiful body. “I know what I don’t want to do though.”
I press a kiss to her belly button and look up.
Her green eyes find mine. “I don’t ever want to stop.”
Without another word, I move my mouth to her clit, licking and sucking, savoring the taste of her. I pick up her thigh and put it on my shoulder. She’s keeping all of her weight on one foot until her knee gives from pleasure. My hands move to her ass, supporting her weight as I continue my assault. Her heavy breathing fills the tiny bathroom, echoing off the tiled walls and glass shower doors. Loud moans fill my ears, pushing me to keep going. She doesn’t even have to touch me to get me going. All I need are those sounds she makes—so fucking erotic I could come just from listening to her.
I’m careful to keep my attention on her clit, not wanting to cause her anymore pain. When she comes undone, I sit on the shower floor and pull her down with me, her back to my chest. I move her hair to her left shoulder and rest my chin on the right, my arms wrapped around her.
“Does it always feel this way?” she asks quietly.
“It never feels this way,” I reply, thinking back on every other woman I’ve ever been with. And it’s the truth. I’ve never had this unrelenting urge to touch someone as much as I do with her—not even Ashley—and knowing that makes a tiny piece of me die inside. My love for Ashley was real, lifelong. But the way I’m feeling about Brennan, it tops everything I thought I knew about love. It makes my stomach queasy. It makes my muscles tense. It makes a spot in my chest hurt when I think about never being able to have her again. I only meant to feel her against me, around me; I didn’t mean to claim her as mine forever. But this feeling in my chest tells me that’s exactly what I’ve done. She’s mine and always will be. I’ll fucking kill any man who tries to convince me otherwise.
Brennan Crawford is mine.
Mine to touch, to kiss, to fuck, to love.
Mine to keep.
/> I drag her back to bed and hold her close. It only takes minutes before I’m fast asleep.
I wake in the morning to Milly opening my bedroom door. It’s been years since I’ve slept this good.
“Dada, Mickey.”
I laugh as I sit up. I glance over my shoulder and find that Brennan is already gone. I wonder if she’s in the kitchen where she usually is. I pick up Milly and take her to the living room. Setting her on the couch, I pick up the remote and turn on Mickey. I head to the kitchen to pour her a cup of milk and find the room empty.
Taking in the empty room, my shoulders fall. I was hoping she was still here. I wonder when she snuck out. I pour Milly’s milk and take it to her before sitting down on the couch at her side.
“Where Bre?” Milly asks.
“That’s a good question,” I respond, wondering the same thing. I sleep off and on a few minutes at a time while Milly watches Mickey. When the credits roll, she’s bouncing around, yelling for breakfast. I pick her up and carry her to the kitchen and make her a bowl of oatmeal and some toast. I cut up a couple strawberries and throw them in the bowl.
“Here you go, sweetheart.” I set it down in front of her.
She looks down at it and crosses her arms. “Mickey.” She frowns.
“Mickey is over. Time for breakfast,” I say, pushing the bowl closer to her.
She shakes her head. “No. Mickey.” She points at the bowl.
What does that even mean? “I don’t know what you want, Milly.”
“Bre.”
“What about Bre?” I flop into the kitchen chair that’s next to her high chair.
She pushes the bowl away and crosses her arms. The look on her face is probably the same look I’m wearing right now. I grab my phone and call Brennan.
“Hello?” she answers.
“Milly won’t eat breakfast,” I say, feeling slightly annoyed that she knows my daughter better than I do.
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