“No, I’m just making the decision easier for him,” she argued.
“Randi,” Brian said, taking both her hands in his. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to either one of us.” With sudden clarity, he knew it to be true. Every interaction they’d had since Brian had come to Birmingham had involved Randi, and it had brought them together. She didn’t even know how special she was. Nothing was hidden with her. She kept putting Ty first, and Brian, too, trying to get them back together because she thought that was what they both wanted. And it was. But the truth kept coming at him. He wanted more. He wanted a woman with Ty. That’s what they’d been trying to find all those years ago. It wasn’t sharing Ty that had upset Brian. It was sharing Ty with someone who didn’t care for him the way Brian did. Now they had a chance at the real deal. Randi. She was real, and genuine, and scared. Scared just like Brian had been all those years ago.
“Right,” she said sarcastically. “I’m the best you’ve ever had. Heard it.”
“You are,” he told her. “You and Ty.” The weight on Brian’s chest lifted. He’d been dragging it around all week, the fear that he’d blown it. That Ty was gone and Randi was gone and his future was bleak. Each night, when he’d gone home to an empty bed, his apartment had felt colder and emptier than ever before, and he’d assumed that was the way it would always be. But now he knew. Now he had a purpose and a plan, and he was more determined than ever to make it happen.
“About Ty,” she said, biting her lip, her gaze curious. “How was it? You know. It.”
“Great,” he said. “Fantastic. Everything I knew it would be. But too short.”
She busted out laughing. “I know for a fact that neither one of you is short.”
“I’m short,” he said.
“Not where it counts,” she told him, winking. “Tell me about it.”
“Tell you about my long dick?” he teased.
“Tell me what your long dick did to Ty,” she clarified. “In detail.”
“I’d rather show you,” he said. She balked.
“I’m not actually into butt sex. Sorry.” His surprise must have shown. “I know, I know. But I think it’s embarrassing and uncomfortable.”
“Okay,” he said cautiously. “I actually meant I’d rather show you on Ty. As in, put on a show for you with Ty.”
“You want to fuck Ty for me?” she said eagerly. “Oh my God, that would be so hot.” Then her face fell. “But we broke up. Not that we were ever together. Not really. But now we’re not. And he probably never wants to see my face again.”
“Not true,” Brian said. “Get over the pity party. How many guys have you let fuck you in the ass?” he asked, curious.
“You know, I’m sort of digging the fact that we can talk about this shit,” she said with a grin. “Most people get really uncomfortable talking about sex. Guys, too. I mean, they’ll do it, and they’ll talk dirty while they’re doing it, but sitting around shooting the shit about sex in the middle of the afternoon? Nope.”
“I’m not like most guys,” Brian reminded her. “And you didn’t answer the question.”
“One,” she said with a shrug. “Like I said, I didn’t like it and didn’t think I needed to go there again.”
“Oh, we’ll go there,” Brian promised. “He obviously had no idea what he was doing. I do. You can ask Ty.”
“Yeah, but that’s different,” she argued. “That’s fucking a guy.”
“News flash,” Brian told her. “Ass is ass.” He winked. “You can trust me with yours.”
“Wait a minute,” she said. “I thought we weren’t having sex anymore because of Ty.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” Brian said. “We’re going to have lots of sex. With Ty.”
“Brian,” she said sternly. He cut her off.
“But first you and I are going to make love. Look at me.” She met his eyes. “I’m going to erase the memory of that asshole’s hands on you. From now on, if you start to think of it, I want you to remember me. I want you to remember my hands caressing your breasts, my fingers fucking you. Me.”
Chapter 18
She was breathing a little harder and her heart was racing as she tried to decide if she should really open up to Brian. She’d been keeping so much trapped inside that she felt ready to explode. Maybe he was right. Telling him about what Sullivan had done that night had helped. Maybe talking about it was a good thing. “That night, when I was with Ty, after it all happened. That’s why, you know. Even then I knew it wasn’t going anywhere with him. But I needed someone to make me forget, and he was so handsome and nice and everything I needed. And for the next couple of days that worked.”
“Then you left,” Brian said softly. She nodded.
“Knowing I wasn’t going to be with you guys again sort of made the bad memories come back.” Admitting it made her feel foolish. “I’m not used to that. I don’t like feeling so out of control and weak.”
“You’re not weak,” Brian told her. “You’re one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. But you can let go with me, Randi. I’ll catch you.”
A laugh escaped before she could stop it. “I don’t think I can,” she said honestly. “You should ask for something easier, like the moon.”
“You’ve got it backwards,” Brian said, brushing a curl off her cheek with heart-stopping tenderness. “I’m going to give you the moon.” He eased her down on the sofa so that she was lying between him and the back, her head pillowed on his arm. Then he slid down next to her, his hand resting lightly on her stomach. She was suddenly as nervous as a high school virgin.
“Brian,” she said, trying to sit up.
“Please,” he whispered, kissing her cheek. “Please.”
Randi gave in, just because she wanted to. She wanted Brian, wanted this. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled at him as she kicked off her shoes. He smiled back and she almost laughed as he toed off his shoes and let them fall next to hers. He began to unbutton her shirt with one hand.
“You know,” he said, watching his hand work her buttons free, “when I first saw you in this outfit I thought it might as well be lingerie, you were so fucking sexy in it.”
“My work clothes?” she said in disbelief. “Please. This outfit is lame and you know it. I look like a soccer mom or something.”
“I guess soccer moms are going to turn me on from now on. Maybe it’s because I know what’s underneath,” he said spreading her shirt open, exposing her stomach and her plain cotton bra. Gently, he rolled her toward him, nuzzling her neck. She felt him unsnap her bra with one hand. She would have made a smartass comment about his talent if she wasn’t so stupid breathless from the way he was handling her, as if she were his, and he could do whatever he wanted, but was being careful because she was precious to him. He brushed the sleeve of her shirt off over her shoulder and then slid her bra strap down. Running his hand down her arms, he pushed both straps off over her hands, then laid her back. He pulled her bra out of the way, exposing her breasts. When he laid his hand on her stomach and gently caressed her until his hand covered her breast she was shaking, goosebumps breaking out on her arms.
“Anytime this doesn’t feel right, you tell me,” Brian said. Then he leaned over and licked her nipple and she gasped. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, digging her fingers into him through his shirt. When he sucked on her, the pull of his mouth created a direct line from her breast to her pussy, and she thrust against the thigh he had wedged in between her legs.
“Brian,” she said breathlessly.
“I love your breasts,” he said, and she knew he meant it, meant that he thought of them that way, thought of her that way. Not cheap, not just a pair of tits, but a desirable woman. Today she needed that and he knew it. She didn’t know how, but he did. She needed his tenderness and his words and his gentle hands as much as she’d needed his rough handling the first time.
He lavished attention on her breasts, kissing and sucking them, caressin
g them, pinching them pleasurably. Before long, she was grinding against his thigh, desperate to come. He bit down on her nipple and rose over her, his weight on his forearms, the hard length of his cock pressed to her mons, and Randi came. She’d never come like that before, just from a man caressing and sucking her breasts. She moaned and he slid an arm under her waist, lifting her to his mouth as he kept on sucking and biting, and all she could do was writhe helplessly against him. Finally he kissed his way up her chest and neck, and then softly kissed her lips. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“More,” she pleaded. “Touch me.” She needed his hand on her, in her, needed him to erase the memories, just like he’d promised.
He kissed her then, a kiss that was so slow and carnal she thought she might come again. He licked her mouth like he was eating a treat, the way she’d expect him to eat her pussy. He nibbled on her lips and sucked on them and she just lay there and let him have her mouth, let him do whatever he wanted. He loved her mouth like he’d loved her breasts; everything he did was slow and sexy. It was wildly erotic. She was making little whimpering sounds, sounds that had always embarrassed her in the past. But not today, not with Brian. She’d pretended before that she was doing it because she knew a guy would get off on it, but there was only truth here between them, and she let him see that he’d reduced her to this, to hungry, whimpering need.
She felt his hand slipping between them and working the button on her pants. He kissed her neck while he fumbled a bit, but she knew better than to help him. He was in charge, that’s how he liked it, and she was getting pretty fond of it, too. When he got them undone, he skimmed the edge of her panties with his fingertips and she moaned as she undulated, trying to get those fingers inside.
“Can I touch?” he whispered in her ear. “Can I touch your pussy, Randi?”
“I feel like a teenager making out on the couch,” she confessed. “What if my brother walks in and finds us?”
“Will you be grounded?” he teased, before biting her jaw and then licking a path down to her collarbone.
“Only if he finds your hand in my pants,” she teased back. “If your fingers are fucking me I’ll never get to see you again.”
“We’ll run away,” Brian said a little breathlessly. He slid his fingers under the edge of her panties, down into her pubic hair, and rubbed them over her pubic bone. So close, and she bucked, trying to force them down to where she ached for them. “I want to touch your pussy so bad,” he said, and he sounded so desperate she just wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tipped her head back in surrender. “I’d leave everything behind and run away with you,” he said, “just to touch it.”
Her moan was long and low as he slid his fingers into her folds. She could feel how wet she was, swollen and sensitive. He ran his fingertips along her slick seam. “Mmm,” he said. “So wet. So soft. I want it, Randi. Let my fingers fuck it, sweetheart. Say yes.”
“Yes,” she said on a long, drawn-out sigh.
He slid just one finger inside her, slow enough to drive her crazy. She shook with the feelings gripping her at his simple possession. She ground the back of her head into the couch, biting her lip and trying not to come too soon.
“Perfect,” Brian breathed into her ear. “You’re perfect.” He pulled his finger out, then slid it in farther, and then did it again and again, each time going a little deeper, until at last his palm was pressed against her clit and he gently rocked his hand, fucking her with that one finger.
She was so turned on she couldn’t believe it, on the verge of a second orgasm from no more than a little teasing foreplay. But it was Brian, and the way he talked to her and held her and loved her. She pulled his head down next to hers, her arms tight around his shoulders. He kissed her ear and nibbled on her earlobe and she gave a high-pitched moan, hardly able to think, much less talk. The soft, cool fabric of his shirt brushing against her bare breasts felt wicked as his hand was trapped in her pants, his finger slowly fucking her.
“Let go,” he whispered in her ear, his breath fast and harsh. “Come for me. I need it. I need to make you come.”
She let go. She let every thought melt away, every reservation, until there was only Brian holding her, his hands on her, in her, his breath in her ear, his heart beating against hers. When she came it was like the tide as it carried her away, steady and relentless, not like the thundering wave she’d expected. It seemed to last forever as she clung to Brian and he whispered sweet nonsense in her ear.
When she could think again, she was lying in Brian’s arms and he was just holding her, her head on his shoulder, his hand rubbing up and down her back. “Your turn,” she said, her voice ragged. She didn’t think she’d made that much noise or said that much, but it sounded like she had. He’d had her completely at his mercy and he’d given her nothing but pleasure, taken none for himself.
“My turn was getting to make you come,” he said, kissing her temple. “That was the really fun part.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, it was. I’m still half-dressed, aren’t I?”
“Yep,” he said. “I wasn’t ready to give up the feeling of your amazing, naked tits pressed against me.”
This time she laughed out loud. “I knew there was a hardcore guy under all that tender lover crap.”
“Guilty,” Brian said. He kissed her temple again and eased away from her. “Come on, I’ll set you to rights before I go.”
“Go?” she said, her head still a little fuzzy. “Go where? I thought…you know. We were going to do this some more.”
His smile was predatory. “Oh, we are. Just not right now.” He looked at his watch. “I’ve already stretched my lunch break to two hours.”
She sat up and let him hook her bra. She tried to button her shirt, but he brushed her hands away and did it for her. Then he tried to untangle her hair with his fingers, but she winced at a sharp tug and he stopped. “Sorry,” he said.
“Dumb hair,” she mumbled, tucking it behind her ears. “Pain in the ass.”
“It’s the sexiest hair I’ve ever seen on a woman or a man,” he said solemnly. “Someday you’re going to let me jack off in your hair.”
“Eww,” she said, looking at him askance. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he said, and damn if he didn’t mean it.
“You’re washing it out,” she told him with a shrug. “Like, immediately.”
Once they had her pants buttoned, she walked him to the door. He pulled her in for a kiss and she palmed his hard dick through his shorts, making him groan into her mouth. He broke off the kiss with a curse and eased his hips away.
“I could still take care of that,” she teased, looking up at him through her lashes.
“I kind of like the idea of walking around hard from playing with your pussy and making you come,” he teased right back, kissing her behind the ear. It was the same spot he’d marked the other night, and she shivered at the memory. “Plus,” he added, “I know Ty will notice and he’ll be looking at my dick all afternoon.” She tried to pull away, not sure what to say to that, although the idea was pretty hot. Brian wouldn’t let her out of his arms. “Oh, no,” he said. “Don’t get all shy and prissy on me now. You know you like the idea of me and Ty turned on by each other.”
“I do,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “But that’s pretty slutty, isn’t it?”
“God, I hope so,” Brian said fervently. “What we did today was pretty hot, but I really, really like it when you’re slutty, too. When you fucked me and Ty the other night, it was so damned hot I thought I’d burn up.”
“Ditto,” she admitted, still mumbling into his shirt.
“Good,” he said, pushing her away with his hands on her shoulders. He looked straight into her eyes. “Promise me you’ll call Ty tonight, at nine.”
“Why at nine?” she asked, confused.
“Because that’s when I want you to call,” he told her. He didn’t say anything else and she felt like it was some sort of test. She wasn�
��t big on that kind of thing.
“And if I don’t?” she asked, full of sass.
“Then you’ll ruin my plans,” Brian said. “They’re good plans. Plans I think you’ll like. After all, I haven’t gotten to see you and Ty fuck yet. You wouldn’t ruin that, would you?”
“You think you’re so smart,” she said, crossing her arms. “Well, I’m not sure I’m ready to dance to your tune yet, no matter how many times you make me come.”
His grin was boyish and sexy as hell. “You’re just trying to get me to make you come again.”
“Guilty,” she said. She pushed him toward the door. “Either I’ll call or I won’t call. I suggest you have contingency plans.”
“I always do,” he said, caressing her cheek. “I always do.” He turned then and took the stairs down to her sidewalk two at a time. He looked like a man who owned the world. She felt like the woman who’d given it to him.
Chapter 19
“Oh, hell, no,” Danny said as soon as he walked into Ty’s house and saw everyone else there. He turned around and headed back for the door. “I am not doing this again.”
Tom grabbed him by the arm and stopped him. “It’s poker,” he told him. He turned to the rest of them with a confused look. “Right?”
“Damn right it’s poker,” Marian said, standing next to the poker table Ty had set up in the living room. “I love you guys, but you aren’t getting this again.” Cass and Beau stood on either side of her with their arms crossed, glaring at Ty.
Ty held one hand up in surrender while he put three beers down on the table for them. “Just poker,” he agreed. “Things have been a little awkward between us and I was hoping we could just hang out and clear the air.”
“Hang out?” Danny said. “Boy, I don’t need to do that shit. Consider the air cleared.” He started walking and Tom quickly stepped in front of him, then braced his feet on the floor, hands on Danny’s shoulders. Ty was struck by what opposites the two of them were. Tom was clean-cut, with his pale, freckled face and crew cut, and Danny looked like the hard-ass he was, with his shaved head and dark skin and perpetual scowl. Their budding friendship was a mystery.
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