Page 55 of Brutal Power

“Brody’s got like fifty thousand brothers and a couple of cool-ass sisters he can lean on for help, but he thinks it’s all on him. Some stupid daddy issues, I guess.”

“Give him time. He’ll come around.” Emily pats my knees. “You’re pretty great.”

“Please, he knows that already.” I give her a smug little smile and she laughs, but in the back of my head, I keep on wondering if she’s right. Brody’s been opening up little by little, and I know he’s into me, but I keep waiting for him to suddenly retreat into his shell again.

Emily heads back to her place and I head over to my mom’s to visit with her and Dad for a while. When I get back home, I find Brody upstairs in our room. He’s got a suitcase open on the bed and he’s folding more clothes into a drawer.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

He looks up, frowning. “If you think I’m putting clothes away, then yes.”

“This is a big surprise.” I step into the room as he shakes his head and goes back to unpacking. “I mean, we agreed on, what, three days? But you’re still here.”

“I’m still here.”

“And you’re bringing more stuff.”

“I put suits in the closet too. Plus shoes.”

“Shoes?” I put a hand on my heart then pretend like I’m checking my pulse. “Did I die and go to heaven?”

“Baby, we both know it’d be hell if I’m there.”

“Not funny!” I take off my flat and throw it at him. He laughs, bats it out of the air, and comes at me. I squeal as he tries to grab me by the hips and wriggle away, running to the bed, leaping up, but he manages to catch my ankle. I’m laughing too hard toescape a second time as he drags me into his arms and buries me in exaggerated kisses, his hands feeling me up, as he does it.

“You’re not getting rid of me,” he purrs as he pins me down with his weight.

“Ugh, worst news ever,” I say, sighing as I stretch my hands above my head and absently knock his suitcase onto the floor.

“Did you just do that on purpose?” He leans back, studying me with a vicious smile.

“I might have.” I tilt my head, pouting. “What are you going to do about it?”

He grips my waistband and unbuttons my jeans. He tugs them off and turns me over, pushing me down onto my belly, and before I realize what’s about to happen, he’s already got my panties around my thighs and his big, broad palm spanks my ass.

“Oh my god!” I yelp as blood flushes my cheeks. Both my face and my ass. “You cannot just spank me. I’m a grown-ass woman.”

“All the more reason.” He spanks again, nice and hard. I squirm, half-heartedly trying to get away, but he spanks me again, and again, and soon his fingers are dipping between my legs as he mixes pain with pleasure, and I’ve got to admit this is just about the best punishment I’ve ever experienced. I buck back into his hands, moaning, teeth biting down on the covers as he plunges his fingers inside of me, fucking me with them, before he spanks me again.

“That’s my bad girl,” he says as he pulls my hair. I feel his hard cock pressing against my ass cheeks through his pants. “You like to test me, don’t you? You love pushing my boundaries.”

“Your boundaries are a little too rigid for my liking.” I wriggle into his dick and he responds with a grunt. “I want to make a joke about your rigid dick but I’m blanking.”

“Good.” He spanks me again then turns me onto my back. “Because you aren’t funny.”

“I am absolutely—” But the protest dies as his mouth buries my pussy and he eats me like a freaking animal. His fingers plunge in and out as his tongue and lips drive me to freaking ecstasy, and I come with an ache in my core and my ass cheeks stinging from his hand’s abuse, and I fucking love it.

He steps back, admiring how I’m lying on the bed in a puddle of pure bliss.

“I love looking at you when you’re like this,” he says very seriously.

“It’s a little intense, you know.” I shimmy my panties back on. “But I kind of like it.”

He leans over and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips and it’s not bad. I nibble on his lower lip, wanting more. I’m surprised he didn’t try to fuck me, but not exactly upset. “I need to ask you something,” he says.

“Oh, no, is this the part where you ruin all that very nice fun we just had? Let me enjoy my orgasm for a little bit longer.”

He sits on the edge of the bed and I put my head in his lap. I look up at him as he absently strokes my hair. It’s such an intimate gesture, and I’m amazed at how easy and open he looks, howcomfortable he seems, like we’ve been together for years instead of weeks.

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