Brody: The Bang Shift (17 page)

He opened his eyes and the air locked in his lungs. God, she was a vision. How could he turn her away without crushing her heart? He’d already done enough damage to her. He didn’t want to just keep adding to it.

“Xan,” he breathed. Whatever else he was going to say was forgotten, if it was ever clear, when she stood. That damn teddy had tiny purple lace covering her tits and scrunched black lace that clung to her body, ending just below her pussy where garters tipped with purple bows hung to hold up her sheer, black stockings. She even wore stilettos strapped at the ankle.

She was a fucking knockout.

“Xan,” he tried again, but had to stop to clear the catch in his throat. Jesus, he wanted her. He clenched his hands, fisting them and stretching his fingers several times as his body fought his brain for control.

“Brody,” she murmured, stepping toward him.

A groan slipped out, but he bit it off as he took a step back.

“Where are you going, lover?” she purred as she advanced on him.

He was a goner. He couldn’t think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. His balls were aching, sweat beading on his brow. He had to get her out of here, so he could jack off. If he could just beat one out, he could remember the reasons why he needed to avoid her.

She stepped up against him and he instinctually grabbed her arms to push her away. But she quickly flicked the button of his jeans and unzipped his pants, giving his cock a little relief. Only he didn’t have time to relish the additional room his growing dick needed because she dropped to her knees and licked the pulsing head.

He hissed, grabbing her hair. “Xan, this isn’t a good—”

Oh for the love of God. She took him into her mouth and his objection died the death it deserved. No way in hell was he going to stop her now. Her mouth was much preferable to his hand.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned as she sucked just the head, her tongue teasing the ridge just the way he liked it. Xan was the best at this. Never had he had another woman suck him off with such intensity, such enthusiasm, as if it were her greatest pleasure.

She hummed around his cock and his knees started to buckle. She arched her back, exposing her bare ass.
Bare.
Shit, she wasn’t wearing any panties under that devil’s wet dream. His hands fisted tighter in her hair as his control snapped. He held her still while his hips thrust, fucking her sweet little mouth, watching the globes of her ass sway as she churned her wanton hips. And still she swallowed with each deep penetration, taking him all the way.

“
Fuck.
” He wasn’t going to last. He pumped faster and she grabbed his balls, squeezing them almost painfully. “Yes! I’m gonna come, baby.”

He pushed into her two more times, feeling the cum boil, ready to rush free from his body. Oh yes, he was about to shoot down her throat, and he couldn’t bear to wait.

Then she pulled away suddenly and he howled in frustration, feeling the impending orgasm hover as if on a knife’s edge. She stood, her mouth swollen and wet with her effort and he panted, staring at her, wondering why she stopped, keeping himself from shoving her back to her knees to finish like some selfish prick.

“You want to come, you have to fuck me first. Then I’ll let you come whichever way you want.”

Xan watched Brody’s eyes, already glazed with lust, narrow with her demand. She knew she wasn’t playing fair getting him all worked up and stopping, but she didn’t care. He’d been avoiding her for a week now, and she wanted answers.

And by God, if she didn’t get answers, she was going to make him regret his actions by showing him what he’d been missing. Because she’d been missing it—him—too. She’d lain awake every night fantasizing about him, the feel of his cock in her pussy, in her mouth. She loved the taste of him, so it’d been damn hard stopping just now, but she had to embrace the bigger picture here.

She wanted him. In bed. In her life. Maybe getting answers wouldn’t be possible, but she’d do what she could to open up to him and encourage him to do the same. But if he didn’t want a relationship, she’d take what she could get. She wasn’t going another twelve years without sex if she could help it.

And if she had to be a cock tease to get her way? So be it. She knew the outfit was a hit the moment his eyes widened. The bulge in his pants? Oh yeah, that was another indicator.

“You’ll let me come however I want?” he rasped.

“Mmm-hmm.” She ran a finger along his neck, inciting a subtle shiver in response. Her Viking seemed to be holding back still, and that was unacceptable, so she mustered up the gumption to continue her seduction. “What’s wrong, big boy? You know you want to fuck me,” she crooned, running her hand down his abdomen and lightly clutching his cock.

He groaned and swayed toward her. His movement was automatic, but she didn’t care. Since he was leaning her way, she seized the opportunity. Already in ridiculously high heels, she nudged up on her toes with ease and captured his open mouth with hers, sliding her tongue into the heat. She kissed him hard as she squeezed his cock, and he broke. Brody grabbed her ass, lifting her and turning, slamming her against the nearest wall.
That’s what I’m talking about.
Her arms went around his neck, legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as she rubbed her weeping pussy against his cock.

He took control of the kiss, ravishing her mouth, nipping at her lips, massaging his tongue against hers almost desperately. Xan continued to rub herself against him, loving the animalistic sounds rumbling in his chest and tearing from his mouth and into hers. He squeezed her ass cheeks with such force he’d leave marks, and that only made her hotter. The idea of him marking her as his ignited some primal instinct in her that should’ve been reserved for men with cavemen mentalities, not a woman who was practically a virgin before meeting this man.

And she didn’t care. He could grab her by the hair and drag her wherever he wanted at this point, and she wouldn’t protest.

Unable to wait any longer for him to possess her, Xan reach down and guided his dick to her aching opening. As soon as the head nudged her, Brody grabbed her ass to hold her still and plunged home, driving to the hilt.

Xan gasped.

Brody growled.

And he was pumping into her with no hesitation. She threw her head back, hitting the wall, panting for breath as he fucked her hard. He released one hand from her ass and grabbed her hair, bringing her face down to his.

“Is this what you want, baby? Damn you.” He kissed her again, groaning into her mouth as he plowed into her with passion, with anger, with desperation she still didn’t understand.

But it didn’t matter. Electrical shocks traveled down her back, settled at the base of her spine as her orgasm started to build. She dug her fingers into his hair, pulling it free of the thong, and clutched it as she moaned into the near-painful kiss.

Oh God, she was about to come. Her pussy fisted around his cock and she knew she was about to go over. She could feel it rushing toward her like a runaway train, and it would crash over her in seconds.

Brody’s thrusts became frantic, and she screamed into his mouth just as her climax detonated. His mouth ripped from hers, his head burying in her neck as a roar released from him. Then he bit her shoulder hard to stifle his cry as he came with her. She winced at the power of his continued thrusts into her oversensitive pussy and his teeth locked on to her skin, but the pain only intensified the pleasure.

Long moments later his grip on her ass eased, his teeth unclenched, and his thrusting stopped. She was panting, sweat trickling down her cheek. He was moaning, rubbing his forehead against her shoulder.

“Sorry,” he breathed. “I shouldn’t have taken you so hard.” He actually sounded upset by that, and Xan couldn’t allow that. She wouldn’t.

“You shouldn’t have waited so long to take me,” she said softly, stroking his hair.

He chuckled and she smiled, pleased he wasn’t going to dwell on it. He eased her down and stared into her eyes, stroking her cheek. The emotions she saw were unfathomable. Roxie was right—Brody was fighting something. Before she could ask, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her shoulder where he’d bitten her, where she was sure a bruise was forming if not already there.

“I intend to make up for lost time,” he mumbled against her shoulder. Then he kissed her neck and bent down, hooking his arm behind her knees and lifting her to him. He carried her down the hall, into his bedroom, and through the master bathroom door. He gently eased her to her feet and turned to the whirlpool tub, turning on the water and gauging the temperature until he was satisfied with the heat, then flicked the stopper. “As much as I love this outfit of yours, baby,” he said as he trailed a finger along the thin strap. “It has to come off.”

Even after that mind-blowing orgasm, her body tingled with awareness, but she was suddenly struck with a small case of shyness as he peeled the negligee off her body. She’d had to give herself a major pep talk to show up at his house in this thing, but she knew the benefits far exceeded any urge to be bashful. She’d never before put forth effort like this to attract a man. Hell, after getting free from Marco, men freaked her out. She’d done everything in her power to avoid those Y-chromosome carriers, and here she was tempting the biggest, sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on.

When she was naked save for her stockings and stilettos, Brody kissed her chest…right over her heart. And it raced at his tender attention. Then he pulled away and caressed the skin where his lips had just been, gazing into her eyes. She inhaled quickly, not quite a gasp because she was too mesmerized to react suddenly.

And then as if the intensity was too much for him to bear, his eyes blinked away and back before looking down at his hand over her heart. The emotion pouring from him was like a living thing in the room, and Xan swayed as if physically impacted. Emotionally, she was already too far gone. Brody grasped her hips as he knelt before her, keeping her steady. Slowly, so slowly, he removed her shoes and slid her stockings off, following the path with his lips, kissing her inner thighs, knees, the arch of her feet. Xan had never felt this kind of attention from another man. It was as if she were the most precious thing to him, as fragile as spun glass, and she didn’t know how to define—or even embrace—the warmth surrounding her.

He followed the path back up her body, his mouth lingering on her nipples, and her head fell back on a moan. Okay, she could attempt definitions later.

He kissed a path up her neck to her ear. “It’s ready,” he breathed, and before she had the chance to acknowledge him, he swooped down and picked her up, eliciting a screech out of her.

Brody chuckled as he stepped over to the bathtub, and she tried to fight the heat creeping up her throat from her shocked outburst. He gently placed her in the hot water and turned on the jets. Reaching past her, he grabbed a washcloth and some soap, which reminded her of an outdoorsy scent. It didn’t really smell like Brody, but it was definitely not a girlie fragrance. He lathered up and then started washing her.

Her head fell back, eyes closing.
This
was heavenly. Pure ecstasy. No one had bathed her since she was a little girl, and this was just wonderful. She groaned when he massaged the shoulder closest to him, rubbing harder than necessary for just washing her. Not that she was complaining.

“If you come over to my house every night and do this, I’d be at your mercy.”

“Hmm, I think that can be arranged.”

Xan opened an eye, glancing at him without turning her head. He was concentrating on her bath-massage, working her tight muscles and washing her skin, but even with him touching her like this, he still felt too far away from her.

“You should join me. I could return the favor.”

He looked at her and gave his head a quick shake before continuing with his sinfully delightful ministration.

“Why not?”

“This is for you,” he said, keeping his eyes on his task.

“Then you should get in because that’s what I want.” She stuck out her lip with a fake pout, and he smiled crookedly at her.

“You don’t play fair?”

“What gave that away? The fact that I showed up here half naked?” She winked and a chuckle slipped out of him before he could stop it.

“Okay. You win.”

Brody stood and removed his pants. His shirt had disappeared a long time ago. She scooted forward when he stood straight and stepped back over to the tub. She turned her head, watching as he stepped in behind her, trying not to smile when he winced while settling in.

“Jesus, it’s hot.”

“You’re the one who ran the water.” She giggled as she leaned into his chest. “Don’t be a crybaby.”

“Crybaby?” he murmured, picking up the cloth and washing one breast as he kneaded the other one with his free hand. He bent his head down to her ear and nuzzled it. “I’ll show you crybaby.”

He gave her nipple a sharp tweak and she cried out. “And to think
you
said that
I
didn’t play fair. That’s cheating.” He laughed as he soothed the pain, rolling her nipple between his fingers. The pain quickly turned into a pleasure she couldn’t hide. With a soft moan, her head rested on his shoulder, her knees falling slightly apart. Brody dropped the cloth and gave her other nipple the same attention. The dual assault was too much to take, so she writhed in the water, her motion causing more waves within the jetted bliss.

He nipped her ear, his breath coming hot and hard against her skin, and her hips kept churning, seeking contact with something, anything. She backed up against him and he shifted down into the water so that his body was at more of an angle. Her buttocks rubbed his erection and he growled into the ear he was ravishing. She rose, leaning all her weight against him, and grabbed his cock from between her legs.

“Oh God, Xan,” Brody groaned as she stroked him. But it still wasn’t enough. His mouth was on her flesh. His hands were on her breasts, and he was rocking that hard-as-steel cock in her hands, but she needed so much more. She moved and angled his cock at her entrance. She had to have him. Again. “Baby, it’ll hurt you in the water. Give me a sec, and I’ll—”

She didn’t wait. She leaned forward and took his cock inside her halfway. It registered somewhere in the back of her lust-filled brain that he was right—his cock didn’t slide in easily. She didn’t have time to process that even if she could break through the passionate fog that consumed her because Brody’s breath caught, and he snaked one arm around her belly as he hoisted them out of the water and onto the ledge of the tub. He propped himself against the corner of the wall, his feet still in the water, and she sank all the way down, taking him to the hilt.

He clutched her hips as she rode him reverse-cowgirl style. If she wasn’t so turned-on, she’d find the whole cowgirl concept funny considering her previous dislike for all things country. But she was already close to coming so that thought fled as soon as it entered. She braced her hands on his knees and she bounced on his dick with greedy abandon, grinding against him. His panting echoed off the tiled walls, and she could tell that he was close too. He shot up, pressing his chest against her back, wrapping an arm around her, while the fingers of his free hand sought her clit. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”

He thrust up, meeting her on each downward stroke while he fingered her aching nub. Her orgasm built. Tingles licked her spine and she knew it was over.

“Brody,” she panted, reaching back and grabbing his neck. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yes, baby. Ahhh, fuck!” He slammed up again and she screamed. Explosions of colors, lights danced before her eyes as she continued to ride him, ride out her climax, ride out his joint release. Wrapped up in passion so strong, she trembled.

She was so relaxed she was vaguely aware of him lowering them back into the tub, him crooning softly in her ear. While she was curled into his body, fighting unconsciousness, he washed them both quickly, but thoroughly. Then he shut off the jets, pulled the plug and dragged them from the bathtub. He dried them both and carried her to his bed.

He eased in beside her, pulling her into his arms, gently tracing lazy patterns along her hip, and she realized she’d never felt this protected. This loved. Brody may not be in love with her, but she couldn’t deny the fact she was in love with him. She wasn’t sure when it had happened. Maybe that first time she saw him at the garage when her body had recognized his importance to her before her brain had. Or maybe it was the first time they’d kissed and she’d never felt that kind of desire from another man. Or maybe it was the first time they’d made love, which was why it’d hurt her so much when he’d immediately rejected her. She didn’t know when she crossed the point of no return with Brody Jackson. She just knew she had.

It didn’t matter if Brody would ever feel the same way about her. She learned the hard way there were no guarantees in life, but she wanted to make the most of their time together.

And she wanted to lift the cloud that’d settled over him during the last week or so. She didn’t know what was bothering him, but she wanted to help him.

That was what people did for those they loved.

She rolled over, startling him, catching him lost in his own thoughts.