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When I could, I wrapped my arms around him and brought his mouth to mine. I don’t know where I found the energy, but I kissed him with a feverish abandonment. I wanted him to know how much he meant to me, how much what he had done had meant to me, and how very much I wanted him to do it again. The taste of me lingered on his lips, and it only added to my desire. It made me want him more, and I could feel my body responding to him all over again.

The feeling of his erection pressed up against my thigh reminded me that he was a man who was very much in need but had taken care of my own first. It made me want to take care of him, to see if I could do something for him. My hand moved down his chest and stomach and between his legs.

“Zoey,” Brody cried out as I stroked him.

I smiled into his mouth and did it again. If he could make me want him, I could do the same. How he had been with me, how he had made me feel, allowed me to be bolder with him than I had with any other man. I stroked him a few more times, and I knew I needed him again, completely, fully, and totally inside me. I wanted to look up at him as he took me as beautifully and exquisitely as he had the night before.

He was big and strong, I wanted him to feel everything he had given me, and I wanted to be the one who gave it to him. My body was ready for him, and I didn’t want to wait another second for us to be one. By how big he felt in my hand, I knew he wanted that too. I moved my body so that he was right in front of my opening and rubbed him over my center.

“Zoey,” Brody moaned.

I could hear his hesitation, his need to hold back, and I didn’t want that. I loved that he was worried about me, but he didn’t need to be. I wasn’t a delicate flower who needed to be protected, and I didn’t want him to treat me as such.

“Yes, Brody. Now,” I said.

“Oh, Zoey,” he moaned, brought his mouth to mine, and kissed me. As he did, he put his hands on my hips and pushed himself completely inside me in one deep full thrust. I cried out into his mouth as he did. I could feel my body stretching to accommodate him. My body immediately responded to him being so deep, so fully inside me, and I moved under him.

“Perfect,” Brody moaned as he moved over me. His hands stayed on my hips, but as we increased the speed, he lifted his hands and put them over my head and on the headboard. The change in position allowed him to go even deeper, and I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his ass, pushing him with my hips and legs to go faster and as deep in me as he could.

“Yes. Oh yes,” Brody called out.

His eyes locked on mine, and I couldn’t look away. He had done the same thing the night before, and I had been so intimidated by it that I hadn’t known what to do. It was different this time, and I knew I could look at him. I wanted to look at him as we found our release. His eyes got darker as he moved even faster, and I felt him go over a second before he cried out. At the feeling of him letting go, I cried out and followed him. I arched my back, and I lifted my eyes to the ceiling but then quickly brought them back down so I could look at Brody.

He was magnificent and so sexy as he came, and when he was spent and dropped down on me, I welcomed him into my arms. I wrapped them tightly around him and held him close. He rolled so he wasn’t directly on me, but I still loved the feel of him on and deep inside me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment, not wanting it to end or the man in my arms to leave.

Chapter 21

Brody

It wasn’t easy to leave Zoey the next morning. I hadn’t planned on staying the night. I wasn’t complaining, but if I had known the night was going to end the way it had, I wouldn’t have offered to open up Mustang Sally’s. Eric and Grace were going to try some wedding cakes and meet with a few DJs, while Logan and Amber were having brunch with her sister and husband.

I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with her all day, make love to her, and talk like we had the night before. It helped, and didn’t, that Zoey was just as reluctant for me to leave.

“Don’t you have someone else you can call and cover for you? Can’t you call out sick?”

“It doesn’t work that way when you own it,” I said.

Zoey sat up in the bed, letting the sheet fall down to her waist. My eyes roamed over her body, and she might have said something after, but I didn’t hear it. Her body was just that beautiful, and I couldn’t think about anything else but how amazing it was that I could look at her, that I had held her and touched her, and that I was going to do it again.

“Brody!” Zoey said and slammed her hand on the bed.

“Yes, what?” I asked.

“Are you even listening to me?” She tilted her head and looked at me.

“I was, really, but I lost all ability to think or do anything when I saw your naked body. I’m listening now. What did you say?”

“How long do you have to be at the bar?”

“We have a new bartender that I need to work with later to train. He’s coming in at about noon, and I should be with him for a few hours before Grace comes in and takes over. You could come by and hang out with me at the bar if you want. I think Amber is coming by with Logan after brunch.”

She looked at me as if she wasn’t sure what she should say. I wanted to tell her that my hope was that she got to know my friends, that they got to know her, that their soon-to-be wives became her friends, and that we would be all one big happy group, but I wasn’t going to push her.

“Otherwise, I should be done in the late afternoon. We could grab a late lunch or something.”

“I have some work I need to get to, but I can stop by later. You think you’ll be done in the afternoon?” she asked.

“Should be. It will depend on when they guys get back from the stuff they’re doing and how well the new guy does.”

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