Body of Work (20 page)

She glanced down at the thick rod pressing against her hip. Oh god. That was not going to fit where he planned to put it. Where she’d given him permission—no, practically begged—him to put it. The thought of him trying had her squirming in his arms. Half trying to get away, half desperate for him to get on with it.

“Easy now…” His words tickled her ear. Settled her, made her rub against him like a happy kitten. “Let’s try this again…” A sound smack warmed one half of her butt. One big arm reached in front of her and swept pillows to the floor. “On the bed, ass up. Stretch those arms and pretty pink fingernails straight above your head.”

Had she answered? All she knew is that she did as instructed. The duvet was cool against her skin. The crinkle of crisp percale echoed in her head, quickly replaced by the throbbing pulse of her heartbeat when Brian’s hand slid up her back and along her outstretched arms. Soft satin encircled one wrist, then the other. Far enough apart that she could swivel each freely. Tight enough that she couldn’t pull her hands through.

“Good,” he said, slipping a finger between her skin and the material. Not a question posed to her, simply a verbal confirmation for himself. He straddled her hips, smoothed his hands over her body, massaging the tension from her muscles.

But relax—no. Not possible with his hard naked body atop hers. She tipped her hips, inviting him to slide between her legs. And he did. Up and down, never pushing inside.

“Please…”

He pulled back to don protection. Or so she thought. He shifted on the bed, stretching across its width to poke around in her nightstand. Between her prone position and his massive back, her view was blocked.

Without his touch, her nerves about their impending activity jangled back into place. “I already got the stuff.”

“Just want one more thing.” The drawer closed and he resumed his position astride her hips. Whatever he’d gone searching for, he must’ve found.

She twisted her neck to see, to no avail. “What is it?”

“Something good.” The foil condom packet ripped. A second later, the cap on the bottle clicked open. Cool beads of lube trickled down the valley of her ass as the lid snapped closed. His fingers slid inside her pussy, then out, moving lower to her clit. He rubbed just enough to make her crazy. The moment she pressed her hips down on his hand, he withdrew it. “Soon, baby, soon.” Two fingers, already slick with her juices, dragged through the trail of lube. Made small circles over his true, intended destination. Then he was inside her, cock sheathed in her pussy, a single digit in her ass.

“Yes…more…” More she got. More of his cock as he moved inside her. More of his touch as he added a second finger, then a third, setting fire to her nerve endings. Still not enough, she wanted his cock there, stretching and filling her. Making her burn. She drew her bound hands under her chest, using them to lever her bottom higher. “More. Please.”

“I’ll give you anything. Everything.” His fingers and cock withdrew, left her whimpering at the emptiness. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

His chest covered her back, his arms wrapped around her shoulders and head. Protective yet dominant—soothing her and turning her on simultaneously. His lips grazed the sensitive spot behind her ear. Made her shiver in spite of his large, hot body trapping her.

“Fuck you how? Say it. Exactly what you want me to do.”

“I want you to…” Oh god, oh god. Her heart kicked into a frenzied gallop against her ribs, beating so hard he probably felt it through the mattress. “Brian, I-I…” No other words came.

“I only want what you want, baby. Ever. I just want to be with you.”

Fear, desire, need—she couldn’t name the feeling welling in her chest, they’d become one inseparable, overwhelming thing that only he could satisfy. “I want you to fuck my ass, to own every part of me and never let me go. I—” Oh god, it’d happened. She loved him. She shouldn’t, but heaven help her, she’d fallen. “Please.”

He pushed into her pussy again. Rained soft kisses on her neck while reaching beneath her to draw her arms out and extend them above her head. He pushed up from her back, dragged rough palms over her curves, stroked a finger back and forth through her lube-slicked valley.

“Such an incredible body, I love looking at you.” His cock slid free. Traced the path of his finger, then nudged her rear opening. A gentle push and he breached her by a fraction of an inch. “Fuck, I love being inside you. Can’t wait to get inside you.” He rocked while he eased in and out, so, so slowly. “Breathe. Trust me to give you everything you want.”

“I do.” She exhaled and let her body go boneless.

“That’s my girl.” He groaned as he pushed deeper. “So fucking tight—making me crazy, I want inside you so bad.”

Her body was on fire, screaming at the invasion yet desperate for him to give her more. All of him. She wanted to tell him. Demand he fuck her fully. Claim her hard, so she’d feel his presence for days, if not forever. All that escaped her lips was a low moan as his balls slapped against her.

“I wish you could see this, your sexy ass taking all of my cock. Your arms tied up for me, the way your lips part when I do this…” He eased back and stroked deep inside her again. Growled and did it again.

“More…god, harder.”

“Fuck, Cassie, don’t tempt me. You feel too good—I can’t—have to go easy.”

She clenched, a move that squeezed his cock, making him suck in a strangled breath. “No easy. Give me what I want—to be yours.”

One hand spanned her lower back. “You
are
mine.”

God, the possession in his voice. Sparks raced to her nipples, her clit. She wiggled, trying to find some friction. He grunted and took another deep stroke into her, driving her needy clit against the folds of the duvet. Enough pressure to tease her higher. Not nearly enough to get the job done.

Whirring sounded from behind. The thing from the drawer—her multi-speed bullet. He slid the vibrator into place between her clit and the bed. Oh god, yes. If she didn’t already, she’d love him just for this.

He pulled all the way out, laid a resounding smack on her backside before thrusting back in, fast and hard.

Her guttural moan topped the sweaty slapping of skin. “God, again, all the way out, I love it when your cock pushes inside.”

“You’re killing me.” Again, he withdrew, and again, he filled her in one forceful thrust. “And I fucking love it.”

“Yes, like that…
harder
.”

“Christ.” Both hands landed on her back, one above the other. He pressed her to the bed. Pushed faster, deeper inside her. “Fuck, can’t stop, too good.”

Each thrust ground her clit onto the little bullet, pushed her closer. He bore down on her, fucking her like a wild animal. Owning her. Shattering her into a million shining, aching pieces. “God yes, oh…”

He all but roared. Teeth clamped on the back of her neck as his body shuddered on top of her.

She couldn’t get air, but didn’t tell him, though. Didn’t want him to roll off or walk away. Not ever.

Still connected in every place possible, he caged her, taking the bulk of his weight on his forearms. “I need you to breathe, baby.” He tugged the end of the satin tie, freeing her hands, then snuck a hand under the heap of their sweaty bodies to scoop away the bullet. “There, better.”

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, every single second of it.”

“Don’t leave,” she said, grabbing his hands when he shifted away.

He dealt with the condom, then settled half alongside, half on top of her. Possessive. Protective. “Told you, that’s not going to happen.” The soft-rough combination of his beard brushed her upper back. He kissed along her shoulder, paying extra homage to the spot he’d claimed with a bite. “I left a mark.” His fingers skimmed down her back. Lower, tracing the red ovals that matched his hard grip on her hips from Friday night. “Fuck, here too. You’ve got bruises, baby. From me.”

“Good.”

“Good? I hurt you. That’s not good.”

“You’ve never hurt me. I swear.”

His body tensed and his jaw ticked. “Your body has proof of the opposite. I need to get control.”

“Don’t you dare.” She shook her head and snuggled in closer. “I love having a reminder of you on my skin.”

His body tensed and his jaw ticked. “You’ve got a few, from the looks of it.”

“Even better.”

“Cassie…”

She pulled back enough for their eyes to meet. “Stop worrying. I promised you the moon, remember?”

“I do.”

God, his smile. All for her. She curled into his neck again. “I love the things you do to me. I—” She caught her tongue in the nick of time. Two usages of “love” already. She was in dangerous territory, especially with her emotions running high and unchecked. “I don’t want anything to change.”

He hugged her tighter, nuzzling the top of her head. “It’ll only get better.”

If only that were true. Between her secrets and his work troubles, they had so much stacked against them. Maybe too much. “Can you let me up? I need to use the washroom.”

“Yeah, of course.” He shifted off her, watching as she stood. “Here, you might want this.”

The tie to her robe. She caught the end he offered and pulled, only to be tugged off her jelly legs and back onto the bed by the handsome, grinning force at the other end. “Um, this isn’t the way to the washroom.”

“You told me never to let you go.”

“I didn’t mean it literally.” Crap, she’d walked right into that confession.

“Glad to hear it.” One hand cupped her breast. His arm curled around her and dragged her tight to his body. “Your heart’s racing.”

“I’m—” Truth or evasion? With how completely honest he’d been about every corner of his life, she owed him the same, even if it broke her heart in the end. “I’m scared.”

“Of?”

“You losing your job because of me. That’s what I planned to do at the gym tonight, then what I tried to do when your boss saw us—end this.” She angled toward him. Under her palm, his heartbeat thumped along lazily, the perfect pace to accompany the gentle eyes looking into her soul. “I know what I
should
do…and yet here I am, selfishly jeopardizing your future.” There, truth. Not the whole truth, but her hand was on a hard pectoral muscle, not a stack of bibles.

“I’m not going to lose my job.”

“Your boss bought the scene where you pushed me away? You think we can pull off sneaking around if I steer clear of you at the gym?”

At the mention of Trevor Ritchie, Brian’s eyebrows drew together and his eyes narrowed. “Yeah, he believed that I dropped you. But I still broke my contract conditions. He saw us together.”

“You mean…”

“Yeah.” The Adam’s apple bobbed in Brian’s throat. “Through the glass in the front doors. He saw me fucking you. Saw all of it.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry. If I could go back and change things, I would.” The corner of his mouth ticked up. “I should’ve taken you around the corner and bent you over the preacher-curl bench instead. Perfect height for spanking and out of view of all windows. Maybe next time.”

“Brian!” The mattress jiggled from his laughter. If he could make light of the situation, maybe she hadn’t screwed him out of his job, literally. “What now? I should probably switch gyms, to be on the safe side.”

A sweet intensity replaced the twinkle in his eyes. He toyed with the piece of hair that kept falling over her face, tucking it behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. “You’d do that?”

“Of course I would. I’d miss ogling you every day while I’m working out, but if you’re fired from Iron Works, I won’t have you to look at
and
you’ll be unemployed.” And he’d hate her, which would tear her heart out.

“You don’t need to switch gyms.”

By the clenched jaw, there was more to it. “But…?”

“Trevor offered me a deal that’ll let me keep my job and give me the sliver of Iron Works he’s been dangling in my face for six months.”

“That’s great news.” She wrestle-hugged him onto his back. The kiss she planted was met with tight lips. “It’s not great news?”

“Yes and no. Yes to what I’ll get out of the deal. No to what that scumbag wants in return.”

“What does he want?”

“He wants you.”

In her lifetime, Cassie had made some mistakes where men were concerned.

A month into the eleventh grade she’d given up her virginity in the backseat of a restored ’69 Mustang to a boy who’d promised she was
the one
. Only she wasn’t. Len got back together with his former girlfriend before the tenderness between Cassie’s legs had eased. Mistake number one, tagged as Len Schneider.

College and her twenties spawned a few more regrettable moments. The doozy in her life, though—at least to this point—had been Lance. The Lance era in general, but the weekend when she’d let him pressure her into trying drugs ranked high on the list. One trip. It’d loosen their inhibitions and take their sexual relationship to the next level, he’d claimed. Oh the bullshit she’d believed from that asshole. High on ecstasy, she’d then given in to his longstanding wish for a threesome. Lance’s choice for their third—a female intern from his rotation at the hospital. Threesome only loosely described what’d happened. More like authorized infidelity and forced voyeurism. Not so much fun, watching her fiancé with another woman, even with chemical euphoria running through her veins. And it hadn’t smartened her up any either.