Always and Forever (15 page)

“Thanks,” I say, nodding toward the coffeemaker then I walk to the dresser to get
clothes.

“I like your hair,” Brody shares.

I turn around then jerk my head back because he’s right there. “Oh! Well, thanks.”

“Like what you’ve got on too,” he continues sharing, looking me up and down.

“Yeah?” I ask, putting my hands flat against his chest and gazing up into his lust-filled
eyes.

“Oh, yeah.” He moves fast, locking his arms around my waist to pull me to him then
his lips are on mine.

And you know what? Things between us might be a serious clusterfuck right now but
I’m horny from my dream, damn it, and I refuse to feel guilty or experience any of
the emotions I thought would come but haven’t yet. I’m a grown woman and if I want
to fuck my maybe-not-long-to-be-my-ex-boyfriend then I will.

I pull at his sweater untucking his t-shirt that’s underneath it at the same time,
jerking them both up and he assists by putting a hand behind his neck and tugging
them over his head and off. My hands are at his fly now unbuttoning as fast as my
fingers can go. Screw foreplay. I’m already primed and want him now.

I’m a woman on a mission as I yank his jeans down and watch as his big beautiful cock
springs out and take it in my hand to stroke it. A masculine sound erupts from his
throat which spurs me on and I push him toward the chair at the desk by my dresser
making him sit in it. I lose my boy shorts then climb on to straddle his lap, my knees
on the chair then putting my hands on either side of his face, I smash my mouth to
his, executing a deep, wet, bruising kiss on his full lips.

When I pull back, I smile wickedly at him. “Good morning,” I breathe out as I take
hold of his hard length and slide myself down on him which makes both of us groan.
I want to prove to him that I believe him by not having him put on a condom.

“Christ,” he mutters, his hands going to my hips to help me move on him.

But I’ve got this as I steadily rise then fall on his shaft, one hand on his shoulder,
the other going between us to where my fingers rub circles against my swollen clit.

His eyes move down to watch it all and I love how excited he is when he starts thrusting
up powerfully on my downward movements and grinds out, “Fucking love your tight pussy,
baby.”

“Oh, God,” I cry out when he says this, and, damn, he’s going so deep, filling me
so fully and it’s amazing.

I arch my back when he leans forward and bites lightly at my nipple, tugging at it
with his teeth through my tank top, and I know I’m probably scarring him as I dig
my nails into his shoulder, but I’m so lost in him, so far gone as I start slamming
myself down on him, my fingers moving faster as I feel my climax building, the tingling
inside letting me know my body’s almost ready to burst.

“Love watching you fuck me,” he says huskily, his heavy-lidded eyes, dark and intense
as they move over my body. And that’s all it takes as I come apart right there, screaming
his name as my orgasm blasts through me.

He stands, his arms wrapped around me securely which is good because my body’s so
limp I don’t think I could hold on to him if I had to. He goes to the bed and lays
me on it flipping me over to my stomach. I feel the mattress sink behind me and when
he pulls my hips up and slams inside me, I gasp at the same time he lets out a groan
of, “Goddamn… love being in you… feels so amazing…” Hearing him say this revs my body
up once again and I cry out as I climax once more. Holy God
.

And then it’s like he just loses control as his hips start pistoning powerfully into
mine, pounding so hard against me that my body jerks forward with each thrust until
his hand comes to the back of my neck to hold me still. And I love that I’ve taken
him here, love that he’s gotten so carried away with lust.

He pulls out and turns me over sliding his hands under my ass then enters me again
still moving forcefully, his hips surging so vigorously that I have to grab his wrists
to keep myself in place, and, dear God, he’s so deep, feels so good, and I’m panting
like mad as I take everything he’s giving me.

When his thrusts become faster, even more unrelenting, he looks down at me and rasps,
“I’m close.”

I bite my lip and put my hands on either side of his face and whisper, “Come for me,
baby.”

He swears at this and I see his neck muscles strain, his shoulders become corded and
striated and when he slams inside me one last time, his head goes back and he grunts
out his release. God, so damned hot.

He literally falls down on top of me letting every bit of his body weight rest on
me and buries his face in my neck with a guttural sound.

“Fuck me,” he says gruffly against my skin.

After a few seconds, he turns us, keeping us connected, and now I’m on top of him,
my body boneless, my face pressed against his neck.

“Holy damn,” I mumble, my breath on his neck making his head and shoulder twitch because
I know it tickles him.

His hands on my bottom squeeze and I feel his body shaking under mine as he laughs.

“What?” I ask, still not moving. “That was amazing.”

“No disagreement from me, babe.” He kisses the top of my head. “
You’re
fucking amazing.” He gives me a squeeze then says, “I’ll be back.” He shifts me off
of him and gets up going to the bathroom and brings back a wet washrag with which
to clean himself away from me. He goes and puts it in the hamper that sits in a nook
just outside the bathroom and when he comes back, he lies back down and pulls me on
top of him again his arms going around me, his hands going back to rest on my bottom.

God, I love lying here with him, missed our after-sex cuddling so much. Too much.
“I’m really mad,” I mutter. When I feel his body get tight I lift my head, placing
a hand on his chest then rest my chin on it and look at him. “You withheld this from
me for a year.”

He’s quiet for a bit as then his eyes go up and he stares at the ceiling. I’m still
watching him when I hear him say, “I’m so sorry about everything, baby. I honestly
didn’t know how to handle things. I should’ve trusted you.” He tucks his chin to look
down at me. “You know I’d never willingly do anything to hurt you, don’t you? You
believe me?”

I take in his beautiful face, a face I’ve watched mature for twelve years, going from
boyishly handsome to just flat-out stunningly handsome now. And although this whole
thing, this entire past year, has been about the shittiest thing I’ve ever been through,
I believe him. I believe him about everything. I bite my lips and nod slowly.

I feel his relief permeate his entire being. He closes his eyes tightly as he pulls
in a shuddering breath then he moves his arms up and wraps them so tightly around
me he practically crushes me. I slide my hands up wrapping my fingers in his hair
and kiss the side of his neck. He takes in a labored breath before he whispers, “Thank
you.”

My heart breaks because I realize he’s had a tough time with our breakup too. He’d
just always acted so immune to everything, so apathetic as if it didn’t bother him
in the least, but now I know it did.

We lie there for a few minutes and his arms around me relax then he starts running
his fingers through my hair. I’m so glad we got things cleared up but I still have
a couple questions for him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mm hm.”

“Was your bid on me a pity bid?” I ask.

His hand stops moving in my hair and his body goes rigid. “What?”

I start drawing patterns on his shoulder with my finger. “That’s what Peyton said
it was.”

“Peyton’s a cunt.”

Yes, she is, but that’s really not an answer. We lie there for a moment longer then
I repeat my question.

His head comes up as does mine and he looks at me. “It was not a pity bid. To be honest,
when I saw your name to be auctioned in the paper the Friday before the Hullabaloo,
I decided I’d win you. I knew you’d be pissed, but it was a chance I had to take.”
His head goes back on the pillow.

I roll off him onto the bed, turning on my side to face him, resting on my forearm
and give him a frown. “Um, what were you going to do with me?”

He turns to the side to face me, mirroring my pose and smooths the hair off my forehead.
“Doing it,” he says with a grin and rests his hand on my hip.

I make a startled face then laugh. “Oh, really. You always were too cocky for your
own good.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“Okay. I’ve got another question.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“So the night outside Jen’s when you said you were getting the payoff for your bid…”

“I was being an asshole. When Kade came up I got mad. He’s been on me since day one
to tell you everything. So when I saw him it just pissed me off that I didn’t follow
his advice which screwed shit up, so I acted like a dick.” He leans into me and brushes
his lips against mine then pulls back. “I’m sorry.”

I nod because that makes sense. “Last question.”

He smirks sexily running the hand on my hip down grazing the backs of his knuckles
over my belly softly which makes me suck in a breath. “You sure?”

“That night, after you said it, did you come to my house and get in bed with me?”

His hand stops moving and he stares at me as I blink back waiting for a response.

“Truth?” he asks, his eyes moving to his hand as it starts moving again.

“Yeah,” I state.

He nods.

My brow comes down because I’m kind of shocked. “You still have a key to my house?”

He nods again. “And to your store.”

I sit up now, shoving his hand away from my stomach. “What?”

He comes up too, putting a hand in the bed and leaning on it. “Baby…”

“Don’t you ‘baby’ me, Brody! You had keys this whole time? But you gave them back!”

“I did but I made copies.”

“Oh, my God! That’s insane! Why would you do that?”

He shrugs and I look at him as if he’s completely nuts. Then I ask, “How many times
did you come in my house?”

He purses his lips and I see the dimple appear in his cheek that usually only comes
out when he smiles really big. “A few.”

“That’s nuts! What did you do when you came in?”

He lets out a breath. “Most of the time I just checked on you.”

“While I was sleeping?” This is just plain crazy.

At least I see a flash of guilt on his face when he nods. But I also think I see confusion
like he doesn’t understand why what he did was wrong and that does not go over well
with me and I get a bit snippy.

“What if Alex and I had become an item and he stayed over? Huh? God! What would you
have done th—” I don’t get to finish my sentence because he grabs me by the arms,
pulls me up and firmly plops me on my back down on the bed. Then he’s on top of me,
his face an inch from mine.

“I don’t wanna hear that asshole’s name again, you understand? You’re mine. You hear
me? You’ve always been mine. You’re my always and forever… and don’t you fucking forget
it, Piper!” he growls out then gives me a crushing kiss, shoving his tongue into my
mouth.

My hands are against his chest trying to push him off me. I’ve forgotten about this
alpha male side of him, all possessive and jealous, controlling. When he pulls away,
I clench my teeth and order, “Get off me, Brody.” He shakes his head as he looks down
at me. Oh, my God. I’m breathing hard and I’m very much angry. “Get off me now!” I
demand again, my voice louder when I say the last word.

He shakes his head again and moves a hand down between my legs and I can’t help but
suck in a breath, damn it. “Gonna fuck you again.”

I weakly try to move his hand away from me, but he holds me off as his fingers now
start doing magic things to me. Oh, my.

“Brody,” I gasp when I feel my body light up for him.

“You’re mine,” he mutters before he fucks me again.

And I love every single moment of it.

Chapter 13

“You’re such a cheater,” I grumble as Brody shoots the eight-ball into the pocket
that he’s called.

He barks out a laugh. “Babe.”

We’re downstairs in the bar after having had lunch. We’ve always been competitive
with each other and playing pool was just one of the many things we used to do together.

I narrow my eyes at him. “I used to hold my own with you. What gives?”

His eyes go soft from across the table as he looks at me. “Not a lot to do except
play pool when you don’t have your girl anymore.”

This makes me feel all melty inside and I give him a shy smile.

We gaze at each other across the table for a moment then it’s game on. “Okay, best
five out of seven.”

He gives me his sexy half grin. “You’re on. What’re the stakes?” He chalks his cue
stick as he raises an eyebrow.

“You lose you have to…” I squint at him trying to think of something he’d hate. Ah,
got it. “Watch a romantic movie with me.”

I see his mouth tip up at the side. “Done.”

I start chalking my cue stick and look at him waiting to hear what I have to do if
I lose but he’s only grinning as he racks the pool balls.

“What?” I frown.

He messes with the triangle rack thingy sliding it in short bursts back and forth
on the table and when he stops and removes the rack, he smiles at me. “If you lose…”

I walk to the front of the table where he’s placed the cue ball. “My break.”

I stand and look at him waiting to hear what I have to do if I don’t win. He still
doesn’t answer so whatever. I bend down, putting the stick between my fingers letting
it glide through them as I line it up to hit the cue ball, and just as I push my stick
to hit it, he says low, “You sit on my face.”

Of course, I miss the ball altogether and fall onto the damned table with a squeak
and hear him chuckling.

“That was so not fair!” I hiss, pushing myself up off the table then giving him a
dirty look.

“All’s fair in love and war, baby,” he says with a wink and I just shake my head at
him.