Authors: Rainey Anne
“I can’t imagine what that must have been like,” she said, her heart breaking for all of them.
“It was tough on Sammy, since he was the oldest and all,” Brodix replied. “He always felt somehow responsible for not keeping us together and for what River went through. It haunts him that he couldn’t protect us.”
“But that’s crazy,” Sarah replied, wishing she could do or say something to make it better for Brodix and his brothers. “Sam was just a kid himself at the time. He couldn’t have controlled what happened any more than you can control the weather.”
Brodix took a sip of his coffee, then pushed the cup aside. “True, but try telling Sammy that, would ya?”
“I would, but I’ve been warned not to talk to them, remember?”
When Brodix’s head shot up and his gaze sought hers, Sarah let a smile slip across her face to show she was teasing. All at once, the mood in the room changed. Sarah no longer wanted to know about their past. She didn’t think her heart could take it. Brodix seemed to feel the change too. He stood and pulled her to her feet. “How about we put this interview on hold?”
“Yes,” she said, unsure what she was truly agreeing to in that moment.
When his large, skillful hands cupped her cheeks, and his head slowly descended, Sarah sucked in a breath.
“I’ve been dying to do this since the moment I met you,” he whispered as his mouth crushed against hers, forcing her lips apart. Brodix quickly took possession of her in a way that had her swaying forward against his rock-hard body. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she gave in to the sweet taste and feel of him. For once in her life, Sarah didn’t want to think. She didn’t want to worry about work or deadlines or her demanding boss. She only wanted Brodix. Every gorgeous inch of him. Tonight.
When he sucked at her lower lip and probed her mouth with his insistent tongue, Sarah surrendered. He seemed to sense it and growled low in his throat, then deftly bent down and swept her high into his arms. Brodix carried her out of the kitchen and into the living room. He didn’t stop until he reached his bedroom. Within seconds, Sarah found herself laid across Brodix’s large bed. He flicked on a lamp, and the room flooded with soft light.
Sarah reached up and stroked the rough stubbles covering his jaw. “Make love to me, Brodix.”
“Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart,” he murmured as he kissed her and proceeded to set her on fire.
Brodix savored the taste of Sarah. “Your lips are as addicting and intoxicating as any drug,” he whispered. Her only reply was the tightening of her arms around his shoulders. God, he was hungry for her sweet flavor. Brodix was moving too fast, and he knew it, but to hell with it. There was something between them, something he’d never experienced with any other woman.
He slid his hands down her body, touching and caressing every smooth inch of her through the silk of her dress. She felt so good beneath his palms, as if she belonged in his bed, belonged to him. Brodix moved his fingers downward and pushed under the hem of the black material. He encountered the soft skin of her inner thigh, and he bit back a groan of need. His blood heated and turned his lust into a sharp ache deep within his core. He had the craziest notion to possess Sarah. To watch as she surrendered completely to him. He wanted his scent on her so it was clear who she belonged to. He wanted other men to know without a doubt that she was off limits. But he had no rights to Sarah beyond this night. As much as he hated to admit it, she wasn’t his to keep.
The knowledge didn’t lessen the need to make her beg with pleasure, though.
“Do you want me here?” He cupped her hot little pussy through the satiny material of her panties. “Do you want to come all around my dick, Sarah?”
“Yes, Brodix, please,” she moaned, widening her legs to give his hand more room to play. “I need you so badly right now.”
“God, yeah,” he said against her mouth as he demanded her lips to part for him. She opened on a sigh, and his tongue swept inside the welcoming heat. Her hands shook as they grasped the back of his head. Brodix could feel her slim fingers biting into his scalp, and he reveled in the knowledge that he could make her so wild.
“I don’t have it in me to give you pretty words or slow, easy movements,” he warned her as he pulled away a bare inch. “This first time is going to be hot and fast. Later we’ll take our time, I promise.”
Brodix waited for her to decide for them both. Decide to give herself to him completely, explicitly. It was frightening how much she’d seeped into his heart already, blocking out all rational thought.
“I don’t care about easy,” she admitted in a thready voice. “I just need you inside of me.”
When Sarah slipped her hand between them and cupped his cock through his slacks, Brodix cursed. “Fuck, we have too many clothes on,” he bit out.
Within minutes, he had them both stripped bare. He covered her with his body, pressing her into the mattress. “Touch me,” Brodix urged her. Sarah slipped her hand between them and took his cock in her fingers, touching the tip and palming his hard length. “Harder,” he growled.
When she squeezed, Brodix pulsed and throbbed under her ministrations. She positioned him at her entrance and wrapped her legs around him, drawing him down with her heels on his buttocks, pulling him in, and Brodix groaned.
“Easy,” he warned her as he barely managed to regain control.
“You said fast.” She pouted. “Now I want fast.”
A frown marred her pretty face, but Brodix wouldn’t be swayed. “You aren’t ready yet, sweetheart,” he murmured, but as his fingers caressed her clit, he could feel just how wet she was for him.
“I was wet with the first touch of your lips,” she told him, her honesty laying him bare.
“God, Sarah,” Brodix groaned as he fingered her pussy. “I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”
“Good, we’d be even, then,” she said as she pulled him down for a brief kiss.
Brodix caved. Hell, he was only human. He drifted his fingers over her stomach, smoothing their way over her ribs to her breasts. As he cupped one small orb in his palm and stroked his thumb over her nipple, he felt her quiver beneath him. His fingers squeezed and pinched, and she seemed to go from lust-filled to ravenous. Her lips covered his and their tongues met and played. Her sweet flavor did him in. He positioned his cock at her entrance once more and slipped inside her heat an inch, then stilled. “Condom,” he breathed against her mouth. Damn, he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten. The woman went to his head quicker than whiskey.
“I’m on the pill, and I had a clean bill of health just last month.”
“I’m clean too, but are you certain?”
“Brodix, please!” she pleaded, as if flinging away all pride.
That was all the encouragement he needed. “Please what, Sarah?” His voice was low and rough from the passion speeding through him. Brodix wanted her to ask him. He ached to hear her say exactly what it was she wanted. That she wanted him and no one else.
“Please make love to me.”
Her sultry plea whispered over his spine, and though it was a small thing, he clung to her words. That she wanted him to make love to her and not just sate her lust gave him hope. Until that moment, Brodix hadn’t realized how much he needed more than sex from Sarah.
“This time and a hundred times after,” he told her. Words were no longer necessary after that, because their bodies took over. He pushed his cock inside her tight, hot pussy. Her inner muscles stretched to accommodate him, welcoming him. “Fuck, making love to you is the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever felt.” All others paled to Sarah. Every other woman was forgotten the moment he’d set his gaze on her.
“Yes,” she moaned as she lay beautifully pliant beneath him, totally trusting. It humbled him as much as it swelled his chest with pride.
Their gazes connected as Brodix bent his head and kissed her waiting mouth. He felt the quiver of anticipation cruise through her body, tasted the heat of eager breaths as his tongue tangled with hers. He wanted to stroke her to a fever pitch, send her over the edge of madness with anxious desire. Tap into the passion that burst through her.
His mouth went on a journey over her cheeks and down her chin, until he reached the smooth column of her neck. His fingers delved into the patch of glistening wet curls protecting her pussy. When he encountered the swollen nub of her clit, Brodix began stroking and flicking, teasing little sounds from Sarah. When he nibbled on her neck, licking and creating a light bruise, she pushed her hips upward, imbedding his cock deep. He cursed at the silky clutch of her pussy. When he caressed her clitoris, Sarah cried out as an orgasm swept over her. She slammed her lower body against his, her legs hugging him tight.
“Christ, yeah. Fuck it, sweetheart,” he softly demanded as he took small, nibbling bites of her nipples. He began pumping into her, ready to take his own pleasure now that she’d burst all around him so beautifully. Sarah’s body surrounding his cock, milking him into oblivion. Her blonde hair fanned out around her head. “So pretty and seductive. A sexy little witch weaving her spell,” he whispered against the swell of her breast.
Brodix braced himself on his elbows and pushed into her hard. Fast. Fucking her soft, wet pussy. His name on her lips sent Brodix over the edge. He bent his head and tasted the tip of one soft tit, his teeth gently scraping over her sensitized nipple. When Brodix sucked one turgid peak into his mouth and his hips thrust against her once more, driving his cock ever deeper, Sarah whimpered. The breathless sound drove Brodix wild. His arms tightened to steely bands, holding her in place. When Brodix’s mouth covered her other breast, drawing her nipple between his lips, Sarah burst wide as another climax took hold of her. His thrusts turned more forceful as he drove into her; his appetite for her seemed unquenchable. He pushed against her hips one last time, then spilled his come deep, filling her.
He stayed inside her when he collapsed on top of her, careful to keep most of his weight on his elbows on either side of her body. Sarah closed her eyes, a dreamy look on her face. He brushed damp strands of her golden hair from her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “You’ve killed me, sweetheart.”
She let out a languid sigh and murmured, “Yeah, I know the feeling. I don’t want to move, ever again.”
He chuckled. “That could get awkward after a while, though, I’m thinking.” Brodix slipped free of her warm body and lay down beside her. He pulled her in close and cradled her body to his, then stared down at her. His heart tore when he saw the flesh of her breast, reddened from the rough stubble on his face. The hickey forming on her neck should’ve made him feel a touch guilty, but it didn’t. “You have marks all over you.”
Her hand went to her neck, covering the purplish mark. “I know, and I like it.”
“Me too,” he admitted as he kissed her forehead. “As a matter of fact, I’m going to see to it that it never fades.”
Her head swiveled around, and their gazes caught. “And how do you plan to do that?”
He tapped her nose, unaccountably mesmerized by her. “I’ll give you a new one each week as a precaution.”
She laughed. “You’re a little crazy, you know that?”
He wagged his eyebrows and wrapped an arm around her middle. “You like me just the way I am, though.”
She cupped his cheek in her palm, and her softness stirred his appetite all over again. “Yes, I do. Very much.”
She sounded far too serious for his peace of mind. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”
She shook her head. “It’s Sunday. I’m off.”
Brodix wasn’t sure what was happening between them, and until he had time to think about it, he aimed to keep her close and off balance. “Stay the night, then,” he softly demanded, then swept his mouth over hers.
“Yes,” she breathed out as she returned the kiss. Soon their bodies were doing all the communicating, and words were no longer necessary.
The next morning, Sarah woke to the smell of food cooking.
Is that bacon?
She pried her tired eyes open and looked around the room. “Brodix,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning she’d done throughout the night. The naughty thought brought a smile to her lips. “I spent the night with Brodix Jennings,” she breathed out. “Oh wow.” Sarah should feel at least a modicum of regret for sleeping with him on the first date. Add in the fact she was supposed to be writing up a piece for the
, his family as the star attraction, and you had a quite a fine mess. But it’d been too fantastic, and she refused to beat herself up over it.
Sarah got out of bed and looked around for something to wear. She recognized the black heap on the floor. “My dress. Lovely.” She groaned as she held it up and took in all the wrinkles. The blasted thing was ruined. After laying it on the end of the bed, she noticed a gray T-shirt tossed over a chair. She went to it and picked it up. When she brought it to her nose, she could smell Brodix’s masculine scent all over it, and butterflies took flight inside her stomach. She slipped the T-shirt on, and it fell nearly to her knees.
She spied a bathroom and moved to clean herself up lest she scare the man half to death with her wrecked hair. As she glanced at her face in the mirror above the sink, Sarah groaned. Smeared mascara, ew. And her cheeks were red, scraped raw from Brodix’s whiskers. Sarah’s nipples hardened as she thought of the way he’d kissed every inch of her face with his sexy mouth. God, those lips were talented. She wanted more, glutton that she was.