by L. P. Dover
Bending down, he flicks a nipple with his tongue before closing his lips around it, sucking it greedily. Desire shoots through my veins and the heat of it courses through my body. It feels like at any moment I’m going to explode. It’s a desire I haven’t felt in a very long time. All I want is to have him inside of me.
As if he reads my mind, Brennan rubs the tip of his cock against my clit. I moan and suck in a breath. “How bad do you want me inside of you?” he asks, still licking my taut nipples. “Do you want it hard or slow tonight?”
I lift my head and arch my back. “Hard, and I want it now.”
Brennan’s deep throated chuckle echoes throughout the room. Grasping my face in his hands, he leans down and bites my lip. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”
Plunging deep and hard, Brennan’s hips move against mine and I counter his movements by rocking my hips along with his. His arms cage me in to his body and he towers over me like I’m nothing but a small animal. I want more, I have to have more.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilt my hips higher so I can get more of him, I want him completely inside me.
“Harder, Brennan. I want it all,” I beg.
Brennan pulls back to peer into my eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to go deeper,” I assure him. “I need to feel all of you.”
Lifting my knees, he tilts my hips up and pushes himself inside me until I can feel his balls up against my ass. He’s all the way in and euphoria washes over as his body fills me up, stretching me with his length. “Is this what you wanted?” he growls low.
Faster and faster he thrusts his cock inside me, and the orgasm builds so hard between my legs that I suck in my breath to hold onto that feeling. I don’t want to let go just yet, but there’s no way I can stop it. Raking my nails down his back, I scream as the final burst of pleasure spreads throughout my body from the inside out. Brennan pumps a couple more times and he grips me tight, his cock pulsating as he comes inside me.
Breathing hard, he collapses on top of me and kisses me tenderly on the lips. His cock pulsates again and I smile up at him. “You’re insatiable, you know that,” I tease, feeling him harden again.
He chuckles lightly. “Only for you, Nat.” Sliding out of my body, Brennan curls up beside me and kisses me on the shoulder. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down my arm.
Shivers race across my skin. “What makes me different?” I ask. “I’m just an ordinary woman. You’ve been with movie stars and famous models with impeccable bodies.”
Brennan tilts my chin toward him and locks his brown gaze with mine. “Have you looked in a mirror, Nat? You’re more beautiful than any of those women. You’re real.” He pauses and takes a deep breath. “I never thought I’d have these feelings ever again.”
I kiss his cheek. “Same. I just hate it’ll all be over when you leave.” I don’t want to think of him leaving, but I know it’s inevitable.
Brennan rubs a hand down my cheek. “I don’t have to leave just yet. I can stay for a couple more days.”
As much as it pains me to have to say goodbye to him, having more time with him is worth it. I can deal with missing him later. For now, I have him.
“I’d like that,” I whisper against his lips. “I don’t want to leave my room.” Rolling over, I straddle Brennan’s waist and pin his hands above his head.
His eyes widen and he chuckles. “Do you want me again, baby? After what we just did, I thought you’d be tired.”
Grinning, I take him inside me and slowly glide my hips up and down his length, loving the way he trembles beneath me. “If all I have is two days with you, I’m going to make damn sure we both enjoy it.”
Brennan grips my hips and pulls me down to his lips. “I’m good with that.” He kisses me hard. “Be prepared not to leave this bed.” That’s the plan.
As much as I hated to do it, I called in sick at the hospital for the two days Brennan was in town. They went by in a blur. It’s like time didn’t even exist and it just flew by. I keep telling myself it’ll all be worth it, that the memories will be mine to cherish. Unfortunately, my heart doesn’t agree with me. I want more time, but it’s not going to happen.
Today is my last day with Brennan. He leaves in just a couple of hours to go back to California and I will head to the hospital to pull an all-nighter to make up for not being there. The snow has eased up and all flights are back on schedule. If only we could have a blizzard to keep us snowed in.
I walk into the living room with Brennan’s clean clothes in my arms. Brennan is on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, dressed in a pair of my plaid pajama pants and one of my T-shirts. His luggage is at his parents, but he never wanted to take the time to get it. It would’ve been great to see them again, but we both agreed it would’ve drawn up too many questions.
Brennan looks up at me, and when he sees his clean, folded clothes, he smiles and stands to take them from me. He sets his clothes down on the couch and kisses me. “Thanks for washing my clothes. For a moment there, I was thinking it’d be kind of funny to wear yours to the airport.”
I snicker. “The paparazzi would have a field day. Especially,” I said, glancing down at the T-shirt I gave him, “with you wearing a grumpy cat T-shirt that says this is my happy place on it.”
Brennan looks down at the shirt and chuckles. “I actually like it. Where’d you get it?”
The shirt is kind of cute on him. “Emerson gave it to me as a gag gift for my birthday last year.” He starts to take it off and I stop him, not even realizing what I’m doing. He lifts his brows and I grin. “I want you to keep it. Even if you don’t ever wear it again, maybe it’ll remind you of me.”
The way he smiles makes my heart melt. I’ve seen him on TV a gazillion times, but I’ve never once seen him look like that, not in a long time at least. Brennan pulls me to him and kisses me. “Thanks, Nat. I’ll wear it to my next concert.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, right.”
He winks and pulls me down on the couch beside him, his arm around my waist. “We have a little bit of time left. What do you want to do?”
He tickles my side and I giggle. “I’m sure I can think of something.” I turn my body to face him and he moves his arm so he can do the same. “We can talk if you want?” I say.
“Okay,” he agrees, grinning at me and making my knees weak like he always does. “What do you want to talk about?”
I shrug. “What concerts do you have lined up here in the next month?”
Pursing his lips, he looks out the window. “Let’s see … my next three are all in California and then I have to go to Ohio at the end of the month and visit a couple of cities there.”
“You stay busy, don’t you?”
He snorts. “Just a little. Being here has helped a lot though. I’ve been able to breathe.” He reaches over and takes my hand. “What about you? What’s on your agenda this January?”
I squeeze his hand. “The usual. I’ll be at the hospital for most of it, but on my days off I like to see my parents or go shopping with Emerson.”
Brennan glances around at my apartment. It has one of the best views of the harbor. “What about your ex? Does he ever try to call you?”
“No,” I reply, loving that I can hear a hint of jealousy in his tone. It makes me feel good. “He’s moved on, and I’m glad I don’t have to worry about him ever again.” Brennan meets my gaze and I move closer to him. “What are you going to do about Rayna? Will I be seeing you in the tabloids with her?”
His eyes darkened. “Not if I can help it. All I want to do is make music. I just wish I could do that without all the other bullshit politics.”
“I get it,” I say. “You have to keep your fans drawn to you, whether it be music or drama. The world eats that stuff up.”
He nods. “Tell me about it.”
Silence fills the air and every tim
e I look at the clock it flies by even faster. We’ve avoided the talk, you know the one where we figure out if this is going to lead to anything or not. I’m too afraid to bring it up, and I’m terrified that this whole tryst is just that, a once in a lifetime dalliance that’ll leave my heart aching for more.
Swallowing hard, I get up and stretch, hoping like hell he can’t see any hint of sadness on my face. “How about something to eat before you go? I know we don’t have much time since you have to stop by your parents to say goodbye before you head to the airport. But at least I can whip up something.”
My eyes burn and I hate myself for it. I walk away quickly and busy myself in the kitchen. I cannot cry. I cannot cry. I repeat those words over and over in my head.
Brennan used to love French toast, so I grab the loaf of bread out of my bread basket and the eggs out of the refrigerator. Before I can even crack and egg, Brennan’s hands reach around my waist.
“You can’t hide your feelings from me, Nat. What’s wrong?”
I plaster on a smile and face him. “Nothing. I want to make sure you get something to eat before you leave.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not worried about that. The last thing I want is you wasting your time in here when you need to be with me.” The more I’m with him, the harder it is to let go. Taking my hand, he leads me out of the kitchen and back down the hall to my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
Smirking, he leads me into the bedroom. “You’ll see.”
We fall onto my bed and it smells just like him. It’s going to kill me when I have to wash the sheets. “I want you so bad,” I mumble against his mouth, moving my hips in circles under his weight.
I take off my shirt, exposing my bare breasts for him. He closes his lips over a nipple and sucks, pulling and biting it until I scream out. I moan in pleasure as he massages and kisses every square inch of my breasts, fondling my nipples with his tongue. My underwear is soaked and even more so when he bites my tender flesh. The pain of it feels so damn good.
Sliding his lips up my neck to my cheek, he closes them over my lips. “And I want you,” he murmurs low. “Fuck, you have no idea how bad.”
I grab his hand and slide it down under the waistband of my pants. Using my hand to push his against my wet heat, I moan. “Oh, I think I have an idea of how bad.”
“Fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.” He pulls his hand out and takes my pants down far enough to where I can kick them off.
Crawling backward, he caresses his fingers down my legs until he’s completely off the bed. Never taking his gaze off mine, he lifts his shirt over his head and slides his pants down to the floor. His cock bulges behind his boxers and I bite my lip as he rubs his arousal through the material. Slowly, he slides his boxers down and smirks as he gives himself a few pumps up and down his length. He watches me watch him and it’s the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Brennan wastes no time and crawls on the bed. I slide my underwear off and throw it across the room, opening wide for him. His tongue trails up my inner thigh and passes over my clit with one quick flick. My body jerks and the feel of his breath as he chuckles, making my toes curl. It’s so hot hearing his satisfaction.
Delving deep, he buries his tongue inside me and swirls it around, fucking me. His tongue is so warm and needy as he tastes me, driving me to the edge. My clit aches for release and when he pulls his tongue out and starts sucking on it, my body explodes. Fisting my hands in his dark hair, I scream out my pleasure. He slowly lowers his pace and licks me as my body shakes.
When I look down, his brown eyes blaze with an intensity that makes me tremble. I’ve never seen anyone stare at me like that.
“How about we take this to the shower?” he says, his eyes dark with need.
I nod, but no words come out. Chuckling, he lifts me in his arms and carries me into the bathroom, setting me down so he can turn on the shower water. It doesn’t take long for the steam to fill up the room. We step in and I grab the soap.
Giggling, I rub it down his arms and stomach before moving around to get his back. He groans when I drop it so I can cup his balls in one hand and massage his cock with the other.
“You’re killing me, Nat.”
Giggling again, I press my tits to his back and work my hands up and down his length. He leans forward and groans again. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.
“I don’t want to stop,” I mutter, moving faster. “I want you to come.”
His cock pulses and I know he’s about to come. “Ah fuck,” he growls, slamming his hands against the shower wall. His body jerks and I smile as he rides out his orgasm.
“How did that feel?” I ask, bending underneath his arm so I can face him. He cages me in his arms, his gaze roaming down my body as the water drips down my breasts.
Pushing me against the wall, he opens my mouth with his lips and pushes his tongue inside. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs my thighs, lifting me above his waist. I hold on tight as he spreads me wide.
I gasp as he presses me harder against the wall, gazing down at me with heat-filled eyes. “You ready?” he growled.
“Oh yes,” I moan. “More than ready.”
He sucks on my nipple and bites down, pushing into me hard. I scream out and dig my nails in his back as he fucks me against the wall. The harder he licks and sucks my nipples, the tighter I clench around him.
“Hold me tighter,” he commands.
I do as he says and wrap my legs tighter around his waist. He lets go of my ass and leans against the wall so he can push harder. It takes things to a whole different level. Every square inch of my body is on fire.
“Does that feel better, baby?” he asks between thrusts.
Moaning, I nod quickly. “You . . . have . . . no . . . idea.”
Rocking his hips more vigorously, I counter his motions and move my body along with his. I’m so close to losing control and I can tell he is too. Brennan bites down on my neck and it’s my undoing. I scream out my orgasm at the same time he comes inside me. That’s the one thing I love about Brennan. He always used to make sure I was satisfied before he ever got his. Not many men were like that, definitely not my ex-husband.
Brennan holds me against the shower wall, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths. My body still shook from post orgasmic bliss. “Can I let you down now?” Brennan asks, chuckling softly.
I nod and he sets me down. My knees feel weak, but he’s there to steady me. “That was amazing,” I breathe.
He cups my face in his hands. “Yes, it was.”
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I know it’s time for him to go. “Finish your shower and I’ll grab your clothes,” I say, trying to smile. “We don’t want you missing your flight.” That’s a total lie.
Brennan nods and I hop out of the shower. My bath robe is hanging on the back of the bathroom door, so I grab it and slip it on. By the time I walk into the living room to fetch Brennan’s clean clothes and head back to the bathroom, he’s already out and drying off. I hand him his clothes and head right back to the living room so he can get dressed.
I look out the window at the harbor and I can see his reflection in the glass when he steps into the room. “I have to go, Nat.”
Taking a deep breath, I turn around and smile even though my heart hurts. “Be safe in Cali. Don’t get into too much trouble.” In his hands is my grumpy cat T-shirt. I honestly didn’t think he’d take it with him, but it makes me feel good to know he’ll have it.
He opens his arms and I melt against him. “I’ll call you, okay?”
Will he? Once he goes back to his fabulous life, he’ll forget all about me. “Sounds good,” I murmur, breathing him in one last time.
He squeezes me hard and let’s go. I walk him to the door, and he opens it, but before he walks out, he turns to give me a kiss. Our lips touch and I can tell neither one of us wants to let go. I pull back first and rest my forehead agai
nst his.
“I had a good time, Brennan. It was great seeing you again.”
His eyes meet mine. “Same. You’re still as beautiful as ever.”
Turning on his heel, he walks out the door and stops at the elevator. He presses the button and when the doors open, he looks at me one more time and waves. I wave back and watch him disappear inside. One thing is definitely for sure … it’s one New Year’s I’m never going to forget.
Seven
Brennan
The second hand on the clock slowly ticks by. The sound it makes echoes in the studio. Tick, tick, tick . . . it’s all I can focus on. On the other side of the glass, the producer of my next album and the audio guy are in a heated discussion. By heated, I mean they’re pointing at each other angrily while I sit on a stool and wait for someone to tell me what the hell I’m doing. It probably doesn’t help that I’m being an epic shit about the song and keep changing the lyrics. It’s not mine. I didn’t write it and I don’t care for it, but some up and coming—their words—not mine, niece to an executive producer wrote the song and it sounds more like a teeny bopper, bubble gum popping, love song for middle schoolers. Definitely not the sound or feel I’m going for. The audio guy knows this and keep trying to arrange something a bit grittier, something more me.
To bide my time, I pull out my cell phone and scroll through the pictures I took of Natalie. I feel bad because I haven’t been able to call her as much as I would like. I’m busy, she’s busy, the time difference makes talking complicated, and even though texting is my preferred form of communication, there was a recent outbreak of some rabid fan hacking into phone accounts. The worst part, the hacker was employed by the cell provider and had access to everyone’s accounts. The last thing I want is for the media to get wind of Natalie’s existence and hound her. It was one of the main reasons we never left her apartment while I was there. Plus, staying entangled between her legs was a far better way to spend our time.
