Page 64 of Brew
“Pipes is busy. Door’s locked. Luna ain’t comin’, and your kid’s busy at soccer.”
“It’s scary how much you know about my life,” she says, her eyes glittering.
“Ever done it in a closet?”
“I think you already know the answer to that.”
It shouldn’t bring warmth to my soul that she hasn’t fled. That sheshould,yet she hasn’t moved one muscle. “I want to taste you.”
Her breath hitches as I move my mouth to her neck. I kiss where I bit her earlier. It’s showing a little bit of a mark, and I should feel bad about that, but instead it’s like my own personal branding, and I fucking love it.
“Are you sure nobody can get in here?” Her eyes dart to the locked door.
“Not a chance,” I reply, nuzzling her neck. She smells so good; that floral scent of peonies won’t ever tire on me. It’s my calling card.
My hands are at the waistband of her pants, which I’ve just discovered has an elastic waist. Perfect. I slide my hand inside and over her panties. Erica has the ability to make me feel like a schoolboy all over again, and maybe being in here is adding to the excitement just a little. It’s the middle of the afternoon, and weshouldprobably go find a room. But no room is ever gonna do if I leave here without filling my senses with her. It won’t do any good. I’ve tried living without her, and it doesn’t work. Walking away isn’t an option I can live with. Not when I know this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“Tell me,” I whisper against her neck. “Tell me how good it feels.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, we’re flush together, our bodies needing the contact like we’re magnets who can’t be separated. I know she can feel how hard I am against her stomach. I want her to think about that while I tease her.Needing her to want me as much as I want her has never been more apparent than this moment.
“It feels so, so good,Dylan.”
And there it is.
Hearing my name on her lips is like an angel just whispered it. An angel I’m about to corrupt. Watching her shoot my fucking gun was a treat, but this? I mean, how much more teasing can a man take?
I slide my hand into her panties. “Do you enjoy torturin’ me?”
The moan that escapes her has me chuckling against her pulse. “I d-didn’t t-think I was.”
“Clearly, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
The sensation of belonging hits me with full force. I’d have to be a complete idiot to miss it. I’ve never really belonged. Somehow, I’ve always just skirted around on the outside of feelings. Never wanting to get caught ever again. The pain of losing someone is just too much. My heart — which some believe is cold and dead — couldn’t take it again.
Every single risk floods through my mind. I know Erica’s too good for me. I also understand, more than she’ll ever know, that I don’t deserve a woman like her. Will that stop me from taking what I want? Fuck no. But the very idea that some guy someday could snag her up while I stand on the outside looking in fills me with dread and fear. Fear: not just because I want her so much, or for my own wellbeing, but for hers. The world I live in and some of the people I mix with aren’t good. They’re not exactly citizens of the year. Inadvertently, that would involve her.
“And you think too much,” she whispers.
I like we’re on the same page, and seeing what a mess I’ve made of her from my teasing is enough to shut up every thought in my head telling me to stop.
“A trait we both possess.” It’s not a question, I know she does it too.
I press against her sweet spot, and she cries out. “You never have to hide with me,” I tell her. I drag my fingers through her slickness, the rumble that leaves my chest isn’t voluntary, like most things with my sweet girl. “You never have to run.” I slide one finger inside. “You never have to think. Just feel.”
She makes a noise that crosses all the lines, and I’m harder every second that passes.
When she places her hand over my thick cock, I almost combust.
Dangerous territory.Well, I think we both know we’re way past that.
“Holy cow,” she breathes.
I slide my finger in and out, wanting her to feel every single beat of my heart, right along with hers. I know it won’t be long until she comes, and that makes this all that much sweeter. That heat I love so much rises in her cheeks, and I need to hear it; my name on her lips. It’s like a drug to me, one I’m addicted to and can’t ever get away from.
“Tell me.”
“S-so good.” She squeezes her eyes shut, but I don’t let up. I slide another finger and watch her chest rise and fall faster. “Brew!”
