Page 98 of All The Way Under
I blow out a breath. “Good. I’m glad. You don’t wear jewelry, so this could go one of two ways. I made the stone myself, but I did have to send it to our family jeweler to get it mounted and put on the leather so it would last forever. You can get it wet and everything.”
He fingers the stone, tilting it so the dim cabin light catches the nuances.
“I can’t believe you went back on that base,” he says, finally. “Alone.”
“Sometimes we have to do things alone,” I say, shrugging. “If I had it my way, you would have been with me, remember?”
His face drops. “I’m sorry. Torturing myself is one thing. I’m used to it. I thrive in hostile environments. Torturing you is quite another thing entirely.”
“If you love someone, you have to set them free. If they come back, they’re yours. If they don’t return, they never were yours. It’s a proverb I told myself when I began to feel sad or when I missed you. You can’t keep someone with fear. You were right to let me go.” I meet his big blue eyes. “Because we’re together now. Forever.”
“What’s truly yours will seek the sea. And sail back home through storm or blue, to rest again inside of you,” Brody says, eyes turning down in the corner. “If they return on winds so true, then fate has stitched their path to you.” He nods. “I told myself the same thing a million different ways when I realized my mistake. When Nolan was writing his vows, I sat with him in solidarity and wrote my version of that same proverb. The sailing one I wrote was my favorite. It suits us.”
“You wrote that?”
“I had to. It was the only way to make sense of my assholery at the time. You said yes, so you forgive me.”
I nod, smirking, then I let the towel drop. “What are we doing first? Eating or card option number two?”
His gaze darkens as it wanders down my naked body and back up. He picks up the large wooden tray holding the snacks and moves it to the deck, out of the way. He drops his towel and turns, looming, to stare at me.
“There’s a part of me that never thought I’d see this sight.”
Kneeling on the bed, I move toward him, reaching out my left hand. His eyes catch on the ring, then move to my face.
“This was always going to be the sight, Brody. I knew. Woman’s intuition.”
He takes my hand and lies down between my legs on top of me. He interlaces his fingers with mine and slides them so they’re over my head.
“This is my favorite place in the world.”
“On a sailboat?”
“No, with you,” Brody says, sliding into me.
I’m already wet and ready. His moan is low and deep as he thrusts once and then again. I lock my legs around his waist and bring my lips to his neck. My touch drives him wild, feral, my lips edging him closer as he fucks me.
“I’m going to come,” he says. I stop kissing his neck and hold his face to kiss his mouth.
“Look at me when you come inside me,” I order, lips on his mouth.
His thick lashes open, blue eyes meet mine.
His smile, against my teeth, turns feral, calculating the challenge. With effort, he keeps his eyes open, barely, as he empties inside me with a groan.
“God, that was way too fast,” Brody says, eyes apologetic. “Let me finish this for you,” he adds, sliding out of me and settling his face between my legs.
He licks my clit at a precision pace while I hold on to his hair. His tongue is hot and skilled, and I come, riding his face, screaming his name. He slides his fingers inside me.
“I want to feel you come,” he says as my waves of pleasure squeeze his fingers.
I’m flushed and panting, the scent of sex lingering in the air. He covers my pussy with his mouth and sucks long and hard one more time. Dragging his mouth up my body, he kisses me. I taste him. I taste myself. They intertwine, creating the most intoxicating combination of us. I lick his teeth as his tongue dances with mine. The frenzied erotic kiss slows and ends with me sitting on top of Brody, his half flaccid, half hard dick inside me.
“Better than my dreams,” Brody remarks, exhaling. “Way fucking better.”
He takes my left hand in his and kisses my ring. “I get to have this for the rest of my life.”
“Well, in my dreams, you lasted more than one round,” I counter, granting him a half-smirked challenge.
