Page 99 of Legally Mine

"What are you doing?" I gasped. Not again! "No! I was just about to––"

I didn't finish my sentence as large hands found my thighs, and with a splash, I was tossed up onto the ledge. Brandon pulled himself out of the pool, then practically dragged me off the floor toward the men's locker rooms.

"Brandon, we can't––"

"No, I can't," he barked as he whirled around. "Wait, that is."

He yanked my entire body against his with a kiss that utterly and completely gutted me, an urgent attack with a relentless tongue and bruising lips. His hands grabbed my ass hard enough that I'd likely see finger-shaped bruises there in the morning, but the brutality only made me groan louder, especially when his thick length pressed between my legs.

Before I could stop him, Brandon bent down, grabbed me like I weighed nothing, and hoofed me in the direction of the locker rooms. My arms wrapped around his head in a death grip. I couldn't get close enough.

Our mouths firmly attached, Brandon kicked open the door to the men's locker room and carried me into one of the shower stalls. Hot water sprayed over us in a warm embrace as we made short work of each other's clothes: my bikini landed on the floor with a wet splat right next to his soaking briefs.

"Fuck," Brandon breathed as he stared at my naked body. "Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful."

His gaze fell down my stomach, my legs, resting a moment between them before coming back up to my eyes.

"Come here," he growled as he hoisted me up again, pulling my legs back around his waist so that he could slam me against the wall. He was warm––the man was always warm––and his desire was thick and hard against my stomach.

"Oh, God!" I cried out as he slammed into me against the shower tiles.

My arms flailed, looking for something to stabilize me against his onslaught, seeking purchase in the muscles of his neck and the wet curls pasted onto his head.

"No, baby, that's me," Brandon snarled with a sharp nip at my neck. "And don't you forget it."

He took my lips again, his tongue demanding as much as the rest of his body. We feasted on each other as every thrust brought us each higher, closer to our mutual edge.

"Use your hand, baby," Brandon breathed between ragged breaths. "I got you."

His fingers dug into my ass, biceps bulging as he continued to pummel me under the shower spray. I somehow detached one hand from its death grip in his hair and slid it down between our bodies. Brandon moaned as he felt it reach its goal, the apex of my pleasure right next to our joining.

"That's it, baby. Touch yourself for me. I want to feel you come...God, Skylar!"

He started to move faster, and my body responded in kind, all the nerves alight with each unforgiving thrust, each quick twitch of my fingertips.

"Brandon!" I moaned, losing my voice completely.

I bit his shoulder, and his cries echoed off the tiles.

"Fuck, baby." Brandon voice was hoarse, ragged, almost as if in pain. "I'm...fuck, you feel good."

"I'm close," I whimpered, steadily losing my ability to hold on to him. "So close. Please."

"It's okay, baby, I got you. Let it go."

Brandon rammed me up against the wall one, two, three more times before I fell apart completely, hands falling to the side, limbs shaking in his strong grip. He closed his mouth over mine, cutting off my cries as he pulsed and found his own intense release.

"Jesus," Brandon whispered as our bodies melted together.

We were both gasping, completely out of breath. I opened my mouth to reply. But before I could speak, the door into the showers opened, and the high squeak of sneakers echoed across the rubber-tiled floors.

Brandon and I stood like statues as the water ran over our still-joined bodies. The sneakers walked around the showers while the attendant whistled a tune under his breath. I bit into Brandon's shoulder, trying not to laugh until the footsteps retreated and the clear creak of the locker room door signaled the attendant's exit.

We let go of our breaths in a barrage of laughter. Then Brandon released his hold on my thighs, slipping out of me with a grunt as my feet fell to the floor. The roar of the shower filled the space between us as he pressed his forehead to mine, hands slipping lovingly down the length of my body, dipping about my waist and back up my ribcage and breasts until they cupped my face.

"It's only you," he promised with a sweet, slow kiss. "It's only ever been you."

I pulled him closer, wanting the warm feeling to last forever.

In my heart, I knew it wasn't true. We both had past lives that sometimes interfered with the present, real struggles and pains that still hadn't been dealt with properly. But I was determined to do it together, not alone. If we loved each other this much, everything just had to work out. The universe wouldn't be that cruel.

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