Page 123 of When the Storm Breaks
I held his gaze. “He had it coming.” He had no idea how much I could have fucked up Landry if I hadn’t been holding back.
“Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. That’s not for me to say. But I’ll tell you one thing. At the end of the day, he’s still her brother and they still have to get through this tour together. Don’t make it any more difficult than it already is.”
“What if he tells her first?” Then I’d lose her trust and look like the liar that I was.
“Trust me, he won’t breathe a word of it.”
I believed him. Marcus or Naomi or someone else on the management team would make sure of it. They were all shady as fuck.
But he was waiting for my answer so I nodded once in silent agreement, and I justified my actions by telling myself I was doing the best thing I could for her.
* * *
Shiloh
Later that night after the concert, when I was starting to come down from the adrenaline rush of the crowd, the music still vibrating through my body, Brody pulled me against him in the elevator. With my back arched against his chest, his teeth grazed the side of my neck and my eyes drifted shut.
“There are cameras in here.” I could feel his warm breath on my neck, his hard length pressed against my ass. I didn’t really care about the cameras.
“Let them watch.” His hand cupped my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple through the fabric of my silky shirt, his other hand coasting up my thigh and under my short black skirt. When he reached the spot between my thighs, he reared back.
“Jesus Christ. You’re not wearing any underwear.”
I almost laughed at how scandalized he sounded. “Oops. Must have lost them somewhere along the way.”
“Fucking hell.” His fingers glided between my slick folds. I was always so wet for him. So needy and ready. “Don’t tell me you were up there tonight without underwear.”
“Okay. I won’t.” I’d changed after the show, but he didn’t need to know that. I liked that he got jealous. I gasped when two thick fingers slid inside me, curling and reaching for a spot he knew so well. Lifting my arms above my head, I looped them around the back of his neck. When he added a third finger, I ground my ass against his erection as he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb rubbing my swollen clit.
“Oh God.” My chest was heaving, and I was chasing this high, nearly there but not quite. I barely noticed when the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. But I did notice when he slid his fingers out.
“Brody.” My frustration had me whimpering.
He grabbed my hand and strode down the hallway, his strides so long I had to jog to keep up with him.
Once we were inside the room, he dragged me over to the sofa.
Standing behind me, he slid his hands down my arms and clasped my hands in one of his, pressing his other hand against my back and folding my body over the arm of the sofa. He extended my arms in front of me and pushed my hands onto the sofa cushion. “Don’t move,” he commanded in a rough voice.
Then he pulled up my skirt so it was bunched around my hips and he kicked my legs apart. Behind me, I could hear him unzipping his jeans. I looked over my shoulder as he fisted his hard length. I was soaked, my clit throbbing, my nipples straining as I writhed against the sofa cushion, seeking the friction. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Brody. I need you. Now,” I said through clenched teeth.
That earned me a slap on the ass, causing me to cry out. Grabbing my ass cheeks in both hands, he squeezed them and glided his dick between them, so hard and thick and swollen. “One of these days I’m gonna fuck this sweet ass.”
“Why not today?” I asked boldly.
He growled. “We don’t have that kind of time. One day soon. That’s a promise.”
I didn’t have time to think about that promise. With my cheek pressed against the sofa cushion, my hands clawing the fabric, he finally gave me what I wanted. Brody slammed into me from behind and sweet baby Jesus, he filled me so completely I nearly wept at how good it felt. He pulled out of me then drove into me again, breeching my tight walls, so hard and so deep, it hurt. Thrust after thrust, our moans and heavy breaths and the sound of his balls slapping against my ass, filled the silence.
“Is that enough for you?” he growled, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers biting into the soft flesh.
“Too much. But never enough.” My chest was heaving, and I was panting as he pulled out, leaving just the tip inside me. “I want more,” I gritted out.
I loved the pain he gave. I wanted more of it. I wanted everything he had to give me.
He fisted my hair and pulled my head up off the sofa cushion, sinking his teeth into my shoulder while his thumb rimmed my ass and he pounded into me from behind. Punishing. Relentless. Pure fucking heaven. I pushed back against his finger, wanting to feel him everywhere. He pushed his thumb all the way inside me and I clenched around his cock, eliciting a deep guttural groan from him that reverberated in my core.
