Page 110 of Mr. Broody

He strips his lips off me. “Fuck, Jade, your hand feels so good.”

“Imagine what my pussy’s going to feel like.” I pant, pressing my lips to his again.

I need more of him the longer the teasing continues. I want him inside me and the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. He must feel my desperation because he rolls me onto my back and situates himself between my hips again. The tip of him pierces my opening, and he locks eyes with me as he slides inside. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades, and he curses, his eyes closing once he’s fully seated inside me.

“You feel incredible,” I say, gasping.

“This is so much better than I dreamed.” His lips fall to mine, and he kisses me with determination laced with love, as if he’s promising me this is just our beginning. Our new beginning.

My hands wrap around him, running up and down his back, and we have no choice but to stop kissing to gasp for breath. I inch up and suck on his neck, earning a moan. I love the sounds Henry makes. His arm slides under my leg, lifting it to rest on his chest, and I cry out from how much deeper he drives into me.

“Henry…”

He feels too far away. I want his lips, but this position is too good, and I barrel toward orgasm faster than I can stop it.

I’m so lost in the euphoria of our bodies connecting that I don’t realize he’s increasing his speed, his fingers digging into my hips with each plunge into my wetness. Then he drops my legs and hovers over me, holding himself up on his elbows.

I grab him, and his hands tangle in my hair while he thrusts in and out. My legs wrap around his waist, my breath labored, but we’re everywhere. One minute kissing, another minute licking, another minute cursing. He devours me, and I cry out, my pussy clenching around his thick cock. My orgasm bears down on me, shooting stars filling my vision as he takes me to another world.

Then Henry’s hand clutches my hip, and he plunges in and out of me until he shudders, panting with a curse leaving his lips. He stills and falls on me, trembling in my arms.

I hold him tightly with a silent promise that he’s right, this is the first of many times together, but I can’t deny we both needed this to get us back to where we should be.

Forty-Nine

Henry

Jade is busy eating the food we ordered from room service while I’m busy staring at her. It’s as if I want to make sure I’m not hallucinating, that I’m really here with her. For a long time, I thought we’d never be like this again.

“Are you sure you don’t want any? How are you not starved?” She holds a piece of her steak to my lips.

I open my mouth and slide the meat off the fork. “I only feel halfway satisfied right now.”

She smiles at me with a blush on her cheeks. “Only halfway? Jeez, you’re a machine.”

“It’s really your fault.” We’ve spent the entire late afternoon and evening in bed. I had intentions of us going to visit our old campus, but this is so much better.

“Blaming me on your dick not willing to go down?” She cuts off another piece of steak and brings it to my mouth.

She’s not wearing my jersey, but she is wearing the sweatshirt I wore back from the game. And damn, she looks too good in my clothes. Possessiveness roars inside me like a beast.

I accept the steak.

“You have to get your calorie count in.”

“Look who’s tracking my diet now,” I say.

“It’s entirely for selfish reasons. It’s only eight p.m.”

I’m already beat from the game and the sex, but I don’t want to waste any of the time we have alone. However, her words remind me of something important.

“Do you mind if I call Bodhi before Mack puts him to bed?” I reach for my phone.

“Of course not. Does he know we’re here together?” she asks. “I mean, I’d like to talk to him, but if you didn’t tell him, I understand.”

I inch forward on the bed, closer to her, and kiss her temple as she stabs her salad with the fork. “He knows. We had a whole discussion about how sometimes we’re going to need some alone time and that doesn’t mean we don’t want to be with him, but adults need adult time too.”

She frowns. “Did he understand?”

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