by Mandy Harbin
“That’s it, baby. Show me how wet you are.” He licked the crevice where her bottom met her thigh and she wanted to cuss him out for teasing her like this.
“Please,” she finally begged, not caring how desperate she sounded. She continued to rotate her hips, feeling her clit swell without any stimulation, orgasmic tingles racing down her spine. She was so close, and he wasn’t doing anything but driving her crazy.
He wrapped both hands around her, grabbed the front of her legs, and yanked them wider. The quick action yanked loose one of the strings of her panties, and they fell to the side, still hanging on one leg. She’d have a mark on her thigh and friction burns on her knees tomorrow, but she’d only have to worry about all of that if she survived this sensual attack.
“Brody,” she breathed. She needed him to touch her.
“Shhh.” So incredibly slowly, one of his hands moved, the tips of his fingers reaching her mound and then sliding over the tops of her lips. She groaned and tried to move her hips, but his other hand held her in place.
“Easy,” he said. “I want to enjoy this.”
The man was pure evil. She just knew this was punishment for dancing with someone else. She’d try to articulate that if she could actually form words.
Without warning, he separated her lips, exposing her clit to the air. She tried to buck—toward him or away, she wasn’t sure—but he still had an iron grip on her thigh. Her legs began to shake and a whimper slipped out. A soft growl was the only warning she got before he released her hip to finger her exposed clit and shoved his tongue inside her. She’d already been so close that the moment he touched her aching body she cried out, exploding in rapture. She rocked against his fingers as his tongue continued to probe her. It felt as if her orgasm lasted an eternity, but probably only lasted seconds. And he stayed with her, coaxing as much pleasure out of it as possible.
When she slumped against the bed, spent, his fingers pulled free from her, and she felt him move away. She’d have looked if she had the energy, but she couldn’t muster the strength. She heard him rustling with something, the sounds of cloth and zippers breaking the silence, and she still didn’t turn her head.
His hand stroking her side startled her, but then she moaned as she felt him drawing her panties completely off. They weren’t finished, not by a long shot.
He kneaded her cheeks, spreading her. She felt vulnerable like this, but it was also a sexy position to be in. One that did nothing but help build her desire quickly once again.
She felt his cock against her entrance and she rocked back. Brody hissed, but kept her from taking him inside just yet. He rubbed along her core and groaned, teasing them both with the anticipation. He continued to rub and shallowly press into her before retreating for several minutes. She ached and moaned, wiggling her hips since she was finally free to do so, trying to encourage him to take her already, but she was driving her own passion higher. Unable to stand it anymore, she balanced herself on one hand with the intention of touching herself.
“Oh no you don’t,” he said, grabbed her hand, and held it down on the bed. He pushed into her and then grabbed her other hand to keep her in place before thrusting hard.
She screamed, throwing her head back against his shoulder as he pounded into her.
He whispered something to her as he kissed her ear, but she couldn’t hear him over the blood roaring in her ears.
Then he released one of her hands, his finger finding her clit, and he stroked it mercilessly while maintaining his forceful rhythm.
Too much. Too many sensations. She ground against his finger to increase the contact with her clit, but her greedy body thrust back what little she could to feel his cock deep inside her.
“Oh God!” She was going to come. She could hardly move since he had her almost pinned between his arm and his body, but that only heightened her arousal, building her orgasm to an explosive level. “Don’t stop,” she said when she was past the point of no return.
“Never,” he growled. “Fuck, Xan. You’re so goddamn tight.” Then he was moving impossibly fast, his hips thrusting, cock plunging into her. She was helpless, trapped in a sensation so erotic it bordered on pain as he fucked her relentlessly.
“Brody, Brody, Brody,” she chanted, unable to make a coherent thought. He lifted his other hand, grabbed her hair, and yanked her up into a sitting position.
“God, look at your tits bouncing for me.” She couldn’t look anywhere with the tight grip he had on her hair, but she felt them jerking up and down. She could only imagine how erotic the visual was for him. Knowing how much she was turning him on was such a power rush.
“Harder,” she breathed. Her body was clenching around his dick and her clit was throbbing. She was so, so close., but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. “Harder.”
He growled as he obeyed, giving it to her harder with both his hand and his cock. “Take it, Xan. Ahhh. Perfect. You’re fucking perfect, baby.”
Her orgasm was building. She could feel it. Her muscles were twitching, fisting on him as she rocked back, meeting his thrusts with almost the same intensity as he was delivering them.
“Oh, God…” Then she crashed over that precipice, screaming as he plowed into her.
“Fuck yes! Oh yeah, baby. Come for me.” He didn’t slow down as she came harder than she’d ever come in her life. Then he roared behind her before biting her shoulder, muffling his growls, as his rhythm faltered before stopping completely deep inside her.
At length, he collapsed on top of her, panting against her skin, crushing her into the bed, and she didn’t care. He was on top of her and still inside her, but he wasn’t close enough. She felt her heart opening up to him, and she wasn’t sure what to do about that.
Maybe, just maybe, it was time to trust her heart to a man again.
Chapter Thirteen
After easing Xan’s arm off his chest, slipping out from underneath her, and tucking the covers back around her naked body, Brody headed to the kitchen to cook them some breakfast.
But it wasn’t his growling stomach he was thinking about. It was the woman he’d just left that controlled his thoughts.
She was an enigma to him. Logically, he knew he should avoid her, but at this point, that was out of the question. It was apparent Xan didn’t know him, so he should let that worry go. He wouldn’t, but he could focus on other problems. Problems like those three agents he needed more information on and one Dave Simmons currently spending his golden years in Prairie County, Arkansas. The same county he’d placed Xan in when she first went into Witness Protection.
Brody needed to make sure she was safe from anyone wanting to harm her, especially her ex and his people, both for her own sake and his peace of mind. Because if he didn’t focus on her protection, he’d just focus on her. He’d already lost the battle to stay away from her, so now he needed to figure out how to temper his need to be with her. Putting his energy on work would help some. Not much, but some. At this point, he’d take what he could get.
As long as he could get some of her in the process.
He rummaged around her fridge, pulling out some eggs and bacon. He found the coffee in the cabinet above the coffeemaker and set it to brew while he scrambled some eggs and reined in his thoughts. He could worry about what to do about her when he wasn’t standing in her kitchen wearing his boxer briefs. Turning his attention to food, he wasn’t sure how much she ate, but he was a big man, so he used all the eggs in the carton, then set it aside to fry up the package of meat.
Mmm…pork. He was starving. Last night, he’d worked up an appetite, one he fully intended to satisfy before working it up again with Xan. Very, very soon. He’d just finished frying the bacon, shoving several sizzling pieces in his mouth and letting the rest drain on a paper towel, when he heard the sleepy shuffling of feet. He smiled at the sound as he cleaned the pan to use it for the eggs, then setting it aside to grab a cup from the cabinet.
“Good morning,” he said, pouring he
r some coffee, not looking at her.
He heard her yawn and grumble something before the lazy foot shuffling started again. He turned to hand over the coffee he’d just poured, and the air locked in his lungs. She was leaning against one of the chairs, waiting for her coffee, her hair a tousled mess. Her robe barely covered her thighs, and it gaped open at the top, giving him a luscious view of her mouthwatering cleavage. She was fucking beautiful.
And he was toast. No way around it, this woman had him by the balls.
He cleared his throat and gave her the coffee, but he couldn’t not touch her. He wrapped an arm around her waist in a sideways hug while she sipped her coffee and he brought his lips to her ear. “Sleep well?”
“Mmm.” He wasn’t sure if she was talking about the coffee or answering his question.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” God knew he had. He’d slept like a rock, and he couldn’t remember the last time that’d happened. Not with a woman, that was for damn sure.
“It was,” she croaked. Damn, but her voice even had a sexy rasp to it first thing this morning. She set her cup down and looked at him. “You didn’t have to cook. I’d have fixed us something.”
He wrapped both hands around her and she hugged him back. “It was my pleasure,” he murmured as he lowered his lips to hers.
He was just going to kiss her. One little good morning kiss. But as soon as his mouth captured her lower lip, her taste exploded in his mouth, and he lost all sense. Groaning, he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking into the wet heat of her mouth. He didn’t know what it was about this woman that made him lose all control, but he was through questioning it, fighting it. His hand slipped into the gaping opening of her robe and found a taut nipple, which he rolled between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped into his mouth and he swallowed it up, returning a growl when he felt her bare leg slide against his.
Fuck it. He grabbed her and set her on the table, her moan throwing fuel on his fire, making him rip her robe open as he shoved his underwear down just enough to spring his cock free. He was so hard he was already leaking pre-cum when he clutched it, squeezing the base to keep from coming as soon as he entered her like some teenager unable to hold back his load. He plunged into her and her head fell back with an erotic sound that made his balls ache.
He took her with a feral intensity that should have surprised him for being so early, but around Xan, he couldn’t contain his lust.
“Brody!”
He loved the sound of his name on her lips. “Yeah, baby. Say my name again.”
He plowed into her and she gasped, screaming his name as her pussy fisted around his cock so tight he knew he wouldn’t last.
“Xan! Fuck.” He buried his head in her hair and groaned as he came, feeling her milk every last drop of his cum.
Right into her pussy.
Without a condom.
Son of a bitch! What was wrong with him? That was twice now. He didn’t want to come off as an inexperienced kid, but that was exactly how he felt.
He held her close as the last of her spasms around his cock diminished, caressing her back with one hand and rubbing her head with the other. Then he eased back and kissed her temple, her cheek, her lips.
“Sorry,” he breathed into the kiss. “I didn’t mean to attack you first thing this morning.” He hesitated, knowing he had to confess, but figuring she already knew. “Without a condom.”
She chuckled softly and he smiled. Even though he felt like an idiot, he loved the sound of her laughter. “I didn’t mind. And, er, maybe we can discuss skipping the condoms altogether.”
His heart raced. No condoms meant a commitment. He knew he didn’t want her seeing any other guys, but he also knew he couldn’t think about a future with her. But the fact that she’d brought it up made pride swell inside him. It meant she wanted a relationship, and no matter how irresponsible that might be, he couldn’t help wanting to pretend for a little while.
“We’d have to agree to be exclusive.” If even just for the duration of their relationship, no matter how short that time might be.
“That won’t be a problem on my end. It’s been a while for me anyway.” She shrugged and looked away. Brody knew it had been a while for her, but wondered if maybe that meant she hadn’t had sex since Collins. Her response didn’t stroke his ego any, though, since it didn’t necessarily mean she wanted to be exclusive because she wanted only him, just that she hadn’t been playing with any other fish in the sea lately.
Whatever. Her reasoning didn’t matter. Only her willingness did. “It won’t be a problem with me either.” He leaned down and kissed her to seal their deal, fighting the urge to giggle like a giddy schoolgirl. He was really fucked.
She chuckled against his lips and he drew back. “You started eating without me. You taste like bacon.”
He laughed. “I did no such thing.” He gave her an innocent look, shaking his head. “I had to make sure the bacon tasted okay. I can’t serve you poisoned meat.”
“Oh, we can’t have that now, can we?” She giggled when he nuzzled her ear. “And did it taste okay?”
He smiled, leaning down. “You tell me.” Then he kissed her again, a full-on assault of the mouth.
She broke away, panting. “Yeah. You’re making me hungry.”
“You’re making me horny,” he groaned, but pulled away from her to tend to the eggs.
She squeezed his butt cheek before sitting down and wincing when her knees bent.
He turned sharply, looking at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Is it carpet burn if it was caused by sheets?” she asked as she caressed one of her knees.
“Oh God, baby.” He stepped over to her, leaning and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sorry, Xan.”
She reached up and stroked his face. “I’m okay, Brody.” She chuckled. More than okay.
He sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back. “Yeah, well, I could’ve been more considerate.”
“Uh-huh,” she mumbled, nodding as she took a sip. Shit. He didn’t like hurting her. She looked up at him, her face softening. “I’m fine.”
He made a noncommittal sound as he cooked the eggs and plated the food. He was a big man, and she was a small woman. He needed to be more careful with her. The knowledge that he’d been rough enough to cause her lingering pain stabbed him in the chest. She needed to be cherished, not treated like some crack whore. He’d make the effort to be gentler with her.
With that settled, he sat down to eat, placing Xan’s plate in front of her first. They ate in comfortable silence, but Brody had to touch her. He slid his hand on top of her bare leg above her red knee, letting it rest there as he ate.
“So what do you want to do today?” He wasn’t ready to leave her. Not yet.
“Um, I hadn’t given it—” She stopped when the front door opened, her eyes flying open wide as heavy footsteps jogged to the kitchen. Exactly where they were. He was about to grab her and shield her from the intruder, but then he realized the pale look on Xan’s face wasn’t a result of fear for her life.
“Mom!”
Well, son of a damned bitch. She was sitting in this kitchen in her robe, and he was in his fucking underwear, no shirt.
And her son was about to walk into the room.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
At least he was sitting, facing the door. It’d be obvious he didn’t have a shirt on, but the kid wouldn’t see just how little he actually had on. His old rule of not dating single moms filtered through his brain. Funny how it didn’t bother him that he considered it an old rule.
Scott came barreling into the kitchen. “It’s smells good in here. I’m starrr—oh shit!” He halted, his eyes darting back and forth from his mom to Brody and back again to his mom.
“Language, Scott.” She glanced at Brody. “Sorry, he gets that shit from me, but I’m trying to do better.”
“Sorry, oh crap. Um, nope, oh crap just doesn’t cover it.” He stared in shock, eyes now staying longer o
n his mom with sly glances at Brody every few seconds. After what felt like a long moment of torture, the kid finally started fighting a smile.
Why the hell did Brody feel as if he was the teenager staring at his girlfriend’s dad?
“Um, am I interrupting something?” Nope, no longer fighting that smile. His face was glowing like the damn cat that ate that stupid canary.
Brody wondered if he should say something or just wait for Xan. This was her kid, and he didn’t want to step on her toes. Just when the silence was getting deafening, she fidgeted in her seat.
“Did you eat breakfast at Chad’s?”
“Yes. But I could eat again.” The wide smile stayed on his face as his hands propped on his hips. “I came over to get my football. We need to run some plays.” He paused, glancing over at Brody. “How are you, Brutus?”
“I’m good, kid. How are you?” Brody hid his smile. The little man was actually doing a little posturing with him over being here with his mom. If he didn’t already like the kid, he would’ve started liking him now. He appreciated the fact that Scott was being protective of his mom.
“Same here. Say,” he said, tilting his head as if he just had a novel idea. Brody didn’t buy it. “Would you like to come out and throw the pigskin around with us?”
“Oh, Scott, he doesn’t—”
“I’d love to.” He didn’t think the kid really wanted him to play football with them. He probably just wanted Brody away from his mom. It didn’t matter. He’d enjoy a little football and male bonding with the kid. But he wasn’t backing down from the taunting. He had to show the guy that, while he was around, he’d be the one protecting his mom. She might still be his mom, but Xan was Brody’s woman. “I have to get dressed first.”
Xan groaned, trying to bury her face in her coffee cup. That was okay too. She didn’t understand male dynamics.
