Page 62 of Girl Going Nowhere

“Why can’t you just tell me whatever it is you know about him? There was a time when we were all friends here. If I messed it up because of what I did with—”

“It has nothing to do with that. You’re a grown woman who can make her own choices. Just like both Finn and Dante are grown men who make their own. We’ve all got stuff we don’t want people to know about. Their shit is something that needs to come out when they’re ready, I just wish they’d be comfortable enough to talk about it.”

I can respect his loyalty to them. I know better than anybody how horrible it is to have your secrets put on full blast without warning.

Brodie brushes my chin with his knuckles to get me to look up at him. “I know it sucks being in the dark but trust me on this. We’re all friends. I want us to keep the peace.”

Friends. Why does it not feel that way anymore, then?

The longer we stare, the more aware I am of his fingers lingering on my chin still. I let out a small breath, trying to play it cool as his fingertips move from my chin to my cheek. The pad of his thumb brushes my bottom lip, and the silence thickens, but the growing tension between us doesn’t.

We’re friends.

But at the moment, I want to be more.

“You picked Maia flowers,” I tell him softly, admirably.

I swear his cheeks pinken. “They weren’t just for her…”

Friends.

I don’t think that’s entirely true.

I’m not sure who makes the first move, but Brodie’s lips are suddenly on mine. They’re soft, gentler than I’d imagine they’d be. His hand curves around the back of my neck, fingertips massaging the skin there until a quiet moan escapes my lips.

He takes advantage, tongue slipping in to coax my own as he tugs me closer to him. Before I know it, I’m straddling his lap with my arms wound around his neck. I deepen the kiss, settling onto him to feel the length harden beneath me.

My fingers find his shirt, tugging it up until it’s off and on the floor. He follows my lead, peeling off the stained blouse that Maia got sauce on in her haste to fight the bathtub.

“These tits are fucking amazing,” he says, grabbing them and tugging at the material of my cheap Walmart bra until one of my nipples is exposed. He wastes no time taking it into his mouth, causing my legs to tighten with the sensation his tongue brings out as it drags across my pebbled nipple.

I grind down on his lap, building the friction I need that perks my breasts up as he works them with his mouth and fingers.

When my hands make fast work at undoing the button of his jeans, he pauses to look up at me with glazed eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks, knowing that once the denim layers between us are gone, so is any chance of this stopping.

Instead of answering, I bend down to kiss him and show him how certain I am. Because he picked me and my daughter flowers. Nobody has given me flowers before.

My hands release him from his jeans and wrap around his hard cock to stroke him. It takes less than a minute for the rest of our clothes to find their way to the floor.

A startled noise bubbles past my lips when Brodie flips me onto my back and opens my legs to settle between them. When he kisses me, it’s only briefly before that devious mouth starts trailing downward until his lips stop at the apex of my thigh.

I watch him as he peeks up at me through his lashes, his lips curling upward before his tongue swipes along me. My hips arch upward as he works my sensitive nerves in his mouth, using his fingers to tease my entrance and stretch me to prepare for everything else to come.

Fingers threading through his hair, I moan at the wicked things he does to me. It’s unfair that other women have gotten this treatment from him, but I push that thought far, far away.

Pulling on his hair to get his attention, I smile when I see the arousal on his lips. “I want you inside me,” I tell him.

“Not until you come.”

I’m about to reply when he goes back down on me, swirling his tongue where his fingers were and tweaking my clit until an orgasm makes my knees lock on either side of his head.

He rides out the waves as I all but suffocate him with my pussy, pressing him between my thighs to feel his hot tongue against me. If he minds, he definitely doesn’t show it. Licking and sucking as I come around him, he holds on to my thighs until my body is sated on the couch.

He rises on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand with a subtle wink, and flips me onto my stomach, positioning me exactly how he wants me. I’ve never had any issue with men taking lead in the bedroom. In fact, I’ve always found assertiveness hot.

Brodie shows me just how talented he is at doing that, arching my back until my ass is in the air, piling two pillows underneath me, and settling between my spread legs. There’s no warning before he impales himself, his thick dick stretching me out and making me feel blissfully full.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” I moan, eyes rolling back as he does it again.

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