Page 50 of Bound by Desire
Deke says nothing as Brewer barks. Instead, he wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me and connecting his lips with mine. He kisses me deeply, roughly, and hard, while I hold on to the side ofhishead.
The door slams as he pushes us into the house, slamming my back against the wall withathud.
When Brewer jumps up, I hear Deke snap his fingers. I look over to see Deke pointing to the floor. Brewer moves away and sits.Goodboy.
Deke doesn’t relent with me, though, and something tells me that rough is how this is going to play out. I’m totally downwiththat.
With one hand, he clutches my wrists and holds them above my head. The loss of them only turning me on more as I melt into the wall. He moves his body closer, pressing me deeper into the hardness behindmyback.
Our lips tear at each other, teeth crashing and breathingsparse.
Then he releases me, saying, “Clothes off now.” And I kick my jeans off in a hurry, watching as he undoes his pants, not taking them all the way down before he rolls acondomon.
He brings his hands to my hips. “Hands to the wall, asstippedup.”
Brewerwhines.
“Brewer, out!” Deke commands, and sure enough, little taps of his nails can be heard throughout theplace.
I comply, turning around and earning me a slap on the ass that sends fire through my core. He presses my thighs together tightly, angles out my hips, then he’s insideofme.
This position is acutely tight, and I try to clutch the wall, unable to get any kind of a grip. What I wouldn’t give for a damn shelf or something so I could have leverage. Instead, I put my hands flat on the wall and thrust back as he comes at me, giving and taking. Sameashim.
Deke must have a magic cock because I burst, falling face first into the wall, my ass tipped up, giving him an even deeper angle, which he uses to his advantage, finding his ownrelease.
My knees begin to buckle, but he wraps his arm around my waist, lifts me, and carries me to the couch, sitting me on his lap. I note his jeans never fell all the way to the floor. That’sseriouslysexy.
We sit there for long moments until my brain kicks in. “Gotta gotowork.”
“Got it, babe.” He lifts me off him, rises, and buttons hisjeans.
Watching him, seeing his tight ass move, for the first time in a long time, I don’t want to go to Schade’s to work. I’d rather stay here and have that ass several moretimes.
“You at X tonight?” He looks over his shoulder, seeing me staring, and gives me a sexy as hell wink. I don’t hide it, because he’s hot and I don’t give a shit. He’s in my house and just fucked the hell out of me. If I want to stare at his ass, I will and won’t be shyaboutit.
“Schade’s.”
“Schade’s?”
I rise and grab my clothes, slipping my underwear on and clasping my bra. “Fight club on theoutskirts.”
He slips on his T-shirt. “Youfightin’?”
It makes me feel good that he believes I can do so in a fight club. That shit isn’t easy, and the people who go in there have balls. Not that I wouldn’t. It’s just not mything.
“Nope.Security.”
“Security at a fight club?” The puzzled look on his face is funny, so I smile as I slip on myjeans.
“Thought you told me youfight?”
“We don’t havesecurity.”
“Schade makes bank. Runs it like an event, bringin’ in people from all over. He’s particular about whathappens.”
“You get a lot of troublethere?”
“Not too much. There’s somethin’ every night, but nothing I can’t handle. There’s a teamofus.”
