Page 35 of Becoming Brandy

Brandy stripped, laying her clothes on a dry bit of stone off to the side. Clad in only her skivvies, she lowered her body into the water. It felt amazing.

Sighing, she let the water flow over her. It came up to her collarbones while standing, so she didn’t have to tread water to stay afloat. Being inside the warm pool made her muscles relax.

“Can I turn around now?” Wrek called.

She swam up, wrapping her arms around his torso. He winced, and she pulled back. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry.”

He turned to her, a soft smile on his face. “It’s nothing to apologize for. I’ll heal quickly with no harm done.”

“No harm done? Your whole body was shredded.” Her eyes roved over the pink skin of his scars. “Why did that thing attack us?”

Wrek’s eyes darted away. “There are many here who do not want to see Drake or any of us mate and take our proper place amongst the leaders of our country. Plus, I think he might have wanted to mate with you. Many here do.”

Brandy flushed. “Oh.”

“But you’re safe,” he said, taking her hand. “I’ve vowed to protect you.”

She watched their fingers lace together under the water. The more time she spent with Wrek, the more she was growing to like him. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you saving me. It was… No one has ever done that for me.”

Their eyes met. Something tightened between them, almost like a rope cinching between her body and his. She contemplated his eyes, the curve of his cheek as it dipped down to his lips. He was handsome in an entirely different way than Drake or Tork—smart and kind. And he cared about her so deeply.

Maybe it was the water on her skin or the fact she knew Wrek was naked beneath the surface. Maybe it was the sexual tension that had been building between them all this time. Whatever it was, sitting there holding hands with Wrek made her flesh tingle and her sex ache. She had a strong impulse to press her body to his, to push him against the pool wall and wrap her legs around his torso. But he was injured. She didn’t want to hurt him further.

But the ache down below couldn’t be denied. And now the soaking wet bra seemed to be rubbing against her nipples, making them harden and yearn for a rough touch. Was Wrek capable of such a thing? She flipped her gaze to him, seeing the heat in his hungry eyes. They kept darting from her eyes to her lips and down to the tops of her breasts where they skimmed the top of the water’s surface.

With one soft hand, she trailed her fingers over the shoulder that wasn’t injured. His eyes lit up at her touch.

“How hurt are you?” she asked, moving closer and causing the water to slosh a little between them.

“Not very much,” he whispered. One of his hands floated onto her waist and started urging her closer.

She followed his lead, cutting the distance between them in half. His body and hers were separated by the thinnest slip of water. One of her thighs brushed against him, starting a tingle down there, too.

Brandy placed her other hand on his neck, careful to keep it from the injured skin. “Is this touch okay?”

Wrek nodded vigorously, his tongue pushing between his lips before slipping back again. “That touch is more than okay.”

She slipped a hand around to his naked chest. “Is this?”

His torso rose with the breath he sucked in. “That’s good.”

Wrek’s other hand curved around her body. Now there was barely a trickle of water between them. Brandy’s legs naturally fit around Wrek’s, centering her over the hard shaft beneath her. His strong thighs supported them as her arms went around his neck. Their mouths were perilously close together. Brandy gazed at his full lips, licking her own. Now her nipples were throbbing against the thin strip of fabric as they begged to be released.

Brandy had been taking all the control in her interactions with Wrek, but she slowly felt him take command. Hands cupped her ass, bringing her into him so his shaft pressed against her folds. Her core was barely hidden by the piece of soaked fabric she wore. She knew if they weren’t in the water, those panties would be soaked either way. Heat was burning from between her thighs. A heat she wanted extinguished with a solid pounding.

He moaned as she slid over him. Then he helped her grind on top of him, rubbing their most sensitive parts together. Her breasts bobbed and splashed in the water. Releasing one hand, she reached around her back and unclasped the bra. As it floated away, Wrek’s eyebrows went up.

“Your breasts are magnificent,” he said in awe, floating a hand up to cup one gently.

But gentle wasn’t what she wanted right now. She leaned in, pressing her taut breast into his hand. The signal worked. He gripped harder and then began tweaking her nipple, pulling on it and making it grow. When the other begged not to be neglected, Wrek seemed to sense that and moved over, twisting the nipple between his finger and thumb in such a way that she bucked on him frantically.

His lips found hers and then his tongue, grazing hers with a sensuality his brothers were not capable of. She gripped his head and kissed him passionately. She wanted all of it, all of him.

Wrek pulled back and Brandy let out an utterance of protest, but instead of stopping, he lifted her and placed her on the pool’s side. She glanced down, noticing this head was right in line with her lower half.

Silently asking for consent, which she gave with an eager nod of her head, he pushed her knees apart and moved in on her panties.

Brandy reclined, arching as he let his mouth and nose linger just an inch from her throbbing core. She wanted the panties off, wanted to tell him to tear them away, but she held back. Wrek was as slow and methodical with sex as he was with his science experiments, testing each touch, each kiss for a reaction and then continuing accordingly.

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