Page 55 of Fight for Me

We start cleaning each other's bodies, and although it starts innocent enough, soon I end up kneeling on the wet tiles and taking Brody into my mouth, groaning at the feel of his hard cock touching the back of my throat. I suck hard, relentlessly until he starts losing control, groaning and cursing, his grip on my hair getting tighter. I open my eyes to look up at his beautiful face and meet his passion-filled gaze.

“Come here.” He breathes and slides away from between my lips to lift me. My legs wrap around his hips, so Brody’s cock can easily slide inside. I lean my back on the glass shower wall and get a hold of a metal handle, hanging on for dear life as Brody starts pounding into me powerfully, hard and fast, and I know he had to be restraining himself last week because this man fucking me right now is a beast.

After he repositions us a little and starts hitting that spot deep within, I cry out loudly and my eyes roll into the back of my head in ecstasy. Soon my whole body feels like fire is enveloping me, and my trembling hands let go of the shower stall as I come. Thankfully, before I fall, Brody takes a better hold of me and supports my weight fully as he changes the rhythm to a slower one and orgasms with a soft curse on his lips.

Because I didn’t fully regain control of my limbs yet, Brody washes the both of us again before we exit the shower and towel off.

My body feels positively spent as I gather my underwear and hum a happy song, unconscious of the fact Brody is watching me.

His waist is wrapped in a towel as he leans on the counter with a soft smile and says, “I love seeing you like this.”

I wipe the fog from the mirror above the sink and look at my wet hair in a state of complete disarray with a grimace. “Like what?”

“Like happy, and free.”

I look back at him and respond shyly, “You do tend to make me feel that way, Handsome.” Then I look at my watch and mutter, “But all nice things must come to an end. I’ll need to get going soon.”

Brody seems to think that over before he clears his throat. “You know, we wouldn’t have to rush or make plans, or go to such extremes like paying Rita to watch Henry, just so we could spend some time together if you were both here.”

“Here?” I step back from the vanity and concentrate on Brody’s stern face. “What do you mean?”

He scratches his head and looks away before straightening from the counter. “You know, I’ve been thinking about this. About us. I know it’s probably too fast, but how would you feel about...”

“No,” I refuse strongly before he can propose anything.

“What do you mean, no? You haven’t even heard what I was about to say, I mean we could at least talk about it so we know where we stand,” he says and frowns at the panicked look on my face. “I know it’s early, and we never got a chance to talk about what we are and what the future holds...” Brody stops when I start shaking my head vehemently.

“What we are? Future?” I laugh jeeringly. “Brody, with me there’s no future! I have a baggage the size of Canada. We could just have fun. There’s no need to overcomplicate things between us,” I plead.

“Overcomplicate?” he asks in a low voice, then throws, “Then you should’ve thought about that before you overcomplicated things and jumped on my dick! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I gasp in offense and my sight smudges with unshed tears. “I didn’t jump...”

“Yes, you fucking did!” Brody points at my face, looking hurt and furious. “I was trying to stay the fuck away, to be your goddamn friend. I told myself you’re unreachable. Not for me. But then you came to my bed. My fucking bed! Looking beautiful and whispering into my ear. I lost my damn mind, Jen. But I asked you. I fucking asked you! Do. You. Want. Me?” He slaps the counter with each yelled word, and I step back.

“But you’re a goddamn liar, aren’t you?” he continues, breathing harshly through his nose. “You don’t want me. So, what was this about, then? What are we doing here then if there’s no us, and there can’t be even a conversation about a potential future together? Huh?”

“I don’t know...” I whisper, blinking rapidly. I can’t believe that only a couple of minutes ago I was in heaven. Because now, seeing the wounded look on Brody’s face mixed with disgust is pure and utter hell.

“You don’t know,” he snorts and crosses his arms. “Was I just meant to be your toy until your boyfriend gets out of jail?”

“What? No! Brody, of course not!” I grouse, distressed, and come closer to untangle his arms and grab his hand. I look into his eyes and say, “Ricky and I were done even before he went to jail. He’s been calling, trying to reconcile, but I would rather die than be with this man again. Truly. However, he is Henry’s father, so I can’t exactly cross him out of my life if he wants to co-parent someday. I wouldn’t hold my breath, though.”

When Brody doesn’t respond, I sigh and squeeze his hand. “Look, I’m sorry. But you know me. You know I’m not good enough. Would you really want me as your girlfriend? It would be only a matter of time before I fuck it all up. I don’t know the first thing about a relationship. Can’t we just have fun for some time?”

“Fun for some time?” Brody repeats unemotionally. “And then what?”

I smile at him wobbly and respond, ignoring the pang in my chest. “You find someone better, and I’ll be on my way.”

Brody drops my hand, and closes his eyes with a silent, “Jesus Christ.” Then he looks down at me with a cold expression I remember well from that day in front of the police station. “I think you should go.”

“Oh. Uh.” The sadness, clutching me by the throat, prevents me from speaking for a moment. “Will you... uh, come by the diner this week, or...”

“Not likely,” he says gruffly, then turns away, and walks past me saying, “You know where the door is,” before he’s gone. I hear his bedroom door being slammed shut, and it's what breaks the dam on my tears.

Knowing that I’ve already extended my stay here, I turn on my heel to get out. I run down the stairs and collect my dress from the floor, then throw it on, not even bothering with the zipper. I pull on my flats, and I’m out the door in a second.

As soon as I’m inside my car, I start sobbing uncontrollably, but don’t let it stop me as I stomp on the accelerator a get the fuck away.

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