Page 45 of Act of Brotherhood
Nicolette shouted in ecstasy at the feel of being filled completely by him. There was nothing small about the man. As he pounded into her with wild abandon, she gained a firsthand reminder of just how large he was all over.
It felt amazing.
There was little question in her mind that he’d be the man she compared all others to from this point forward. That she’d forever hold up her time with him as a benchmark for pleasure.
“Beauty,” he whispered, driving into her, a sheen of sweat forming on his chest. She ran her fingers through the light dusting of hair he had there and marveled at the feel of him. He moved his hips just right, causing his cock to hit her special spot, only serving to make her shout more. The neighbors would call in a complaint soon if she didn’t stop. But she couldn’t. It felt that good. That glorious to have him in her. She was thankful Clara was gone, or she’d have felt bad for being so loud, so late at night.
Plus, Clara would have recorded it all to play back at a later date and embarrass Nicolette.
Garth didn’t bother to be quiet either as he grunted loudly with each thrust, the sound only serving to turn her on more. He was as into her as she was him, and that thrilled her.
When he took hold of her wrists and moved her arms above her head, Nicolette nipped at his scruffy jawline. He pinned her to the bed with his body and used one large hand to secure her wrists in place as he continued to pound into her. He used his other hand to prop himself up slightly on the bed above her, his gaze meeting hers.
There was nothing between them. Just pure intimacy and passion in its rawest form.
She writhed under him, swiveling her hips as much as she could, grinding her body against his. The action felt right and natural. He seemed to enjoy it from the way he quickened his pace and began to moan, his jaw going slack, still holding her arms above her. He began to whisper to her, but it wasn’t in English. Whatever he was saying to her sounded as sexy as could be. She melted under him. Tingling began in her toes and moved up, settling between her legs as she hit her zenith.
A rush of French curses flew out of her mouth as she clung to the man above her, her body caught in the throes of passion.
Garth plunged into her, his chest hair rubbing against her breasts as he did. The extra stimulation on her sensitive nipples made the aftershocks of her orgasm even more intense.
“Beauty,” he roared. Lightning flashed again, and it was followed by a giant boom of thunder that shook the house. The sound of summer rain hitting the roof and the backside of the house helped to set the mood around them.
Garth held firm in her, and she felt his cock twitching. He continued to whisper to her in a language she didn’t understand as he planted tiny kisses over her face tenderly. Finally, he released her wrists and then dragged his thumb over her lower lip. “I’d wanted to let you sleep, and here I am keeping you awake. You mentioned work and a party with your class happening in the morning. You need rest.”
“I’d be mad but really, that was mind-blowing. Wake me up anytime you feel the need to do that again,” she returned.
He chuckled above her. “Careful or you’ll find yourself flat on your back for eternity, beauty.”
“I’m totally down with that idea.” The idea of something more with him, something long-term and real, didn’t send her into a panic. Clara had been right when she’d said Nicolette hadn’t been ready for something real when she and Cody had made an attempt at dating, but she felt ready now.
More than ready.
Too bad she’d picked a random hot guy who was set up to be a one-night stand as the guy she wanted a commitment with.
There was another roll of thunder that made the house vibrate. It was so loud that it caused her to jolt and grab hold of Garth.
He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “That is just Thor riding through the sky in his chariot. He causes the thunder.”
She smiled and went for his lips, kissing him affectionately, knowing that she was doing something even dumber than bringing him home with her to start with.
She was falling for the man.
Big time.
In many ways, she’d already fallen for him, so she didn’t have far to go.
He whimpered softly. “Beauty, I don’t want to leave your body.”
She cupped his face. “I don’t want you to leave it either.”
“Good,” he said, nipping at her lower lip friskily. “Mmm, I’m wide awake now. You get some sleep. I’m going to call and check in at work. I’ve a few other calls to make as well.”
“It’s the middle of the night,” she said.
He snorted. “My job is sort of an always-on-call kind of job.”
“What is it you do?”
