Inferno Anthology (289 page)

“How are you feeling?”

“Okay, I guess.” I bit my lip for a second, deciding to be truthful. “A little sore.”

Sighing, he brushed some of my wayward hair away from my face. “Mmm. That’s to be expected. I figured you’d feel on the rough side, which totally leaves me with a big problem.” He rocked his hips against my lower half, revealing a very present bulge.

“I was always under the impression that those things went away after they found…uh, relief.” I continued to stare at him, but my hand drifted down to stroke him. “I’m also fairly certain I remember this thing poking me all night long.”

A low rumble escaped him and he leaned forward slightly, kissing the top of my forehead. “Traditionally, yes, they go away after being satisfied. However, being with you—well, I’m starting to wonder if satisfied is ever going to happen, again.”

Stilling my hand, I tried to figure out a way to nicely phrase my words without sounding insecure, which I definitely was. “I’m sorry if I didn’t—I’m new at all this, and I’m not sure—,”

Six’s fingers slid over my lips, pinching them closed. “Brooklyn.” I loved the sound of my name on his lips. “This has nothing to do with me being unsatisfied and everything to do with being completely enamored of you and your body. You felt so good, I can’t help wanting more—a lot more.” I couldn’t help my dreamy smile as I relaxed and resumed my stroking. “Unfortunately, I think you need a day to recover from last night. I don’t think you’re ready for more—penetration.”

Just the image that word conjured up made my nether regions clench and tingles flooded my girly parts. I might be sore, but I was totally down with feeling like he’d made me feel last night.

Six chuckled and his hand drifted to my breast, lightly playing with my nipple. “These are beautiful,” he said, tilting his head and gathering the weight of my breast into his palm, pushing it up into his mouth and sucking hard.

Closing my eyes, I enjoyed his treatment of me, more heat flooding straight to my core. “Mmmm.” His hand moved, drifting down my backside, squeezing my butt.

“Want to take a shower with me?” he asked.

“I’d like that.”

Shifting, he jumped up quickly, before leaning over and scooping me up.

“I’m sure I can walk to the bathroom by myself.” I slid my arms around his neck anyway, smiling.

Grinning back, he gave me a quick peck on the lips. “When a man has a queen in his bed, he should treat her like one.”

I snorted. “I’m no queen.”

“Not true. I think you are and that’s all that matters.”

Wow. No wonder the women flocked to him. I was jealous of every single one of them.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Your face just fell.”

I didn’t shy away. “I was just wondering how many other lucky women you’ve said this to.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he halted for a moment. “I can safely say I’ve never called any woman I’ve been with a queen. I’d even swear on a stack of Bibles to that.” Gently, he let me slide to my feet.

“I’m sorry. I’m just feeling really insecure this morning—and less than equal to your past experience.”

Sliding his hands to either side of my face, he tilted my head so I had to stare straight at him. “Brooklyn, I’m not sure what I can do to ease your fears. Yes, I’ve had a lot of experience in the past—and I’m not going to lie—sex is always enjoyable. I mean, obviously, or people wouldn’t keep having it. But, that being said, I can also tell you, sex is always better when there are feelings, or some kind of emotion, attached to it.” Pausing, he continued to stare at me. “Now, I know we’re just getting to know each other better, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve wanted you—you, Brooklyn Hall—longer than I’ve wanted any girl I’ve ever been with. I also never expected to have this opportunity with you, either, so yeah, I’m feeling pretty lucky this morning—like I just had the best sex of my life, because it was finally with the person I wanted it with most.” His thumbs rubbed over my cheeks. “I hope that will help to ease your mind some. If it doesn’t, then I hope knowing that I’m interested in a lot more than your body, will.”

I smiled, tracing my finger over his chest lightly.

“I did this all ass backward, didn’t I? If we’d waited longer, you’d be more sure of my intentions, instead of wondering if I’m just trying to get into your pants.”

“Did you hear me complaining?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at him and he shook his head.

“Complaining? No. Begging for more? Yes.”

“Well are you going to make me beg right now? Because I think you may have awakened something inside me.”

He laughed. “Make me a promise.”

“What?”

“Promise you’ll never change. I love how straight forward you are and that you’re not afraid to say what you think. I like that about you.”

“Well, then, I’ll tell you I’m both excited and terrified of you.” This time I glanced down at my finger on his chest, but he lifted my face again, commanding me to meet his gaze.

“Why are you terrified?” he asked, concern clearly evident in his eyes.

I faltered, but then remembered he wanted honesty. “Because you have the power to destroy my heart.”

Sliding his arms down around me, he kissed me hard, his tongue sliding between my lips, tangling with mine until we both needed to come up for air. Grabbing one of my hands, he slid it up his chest, laying it over his heart. “You feel that?” he asked; and I nodded, noting the racing beat beneath my palm. “You have the same power to destroy me, sweetheart. My heart can be torn open and bleed just as easily as yours. So this is a street of trust that goes both ways.”

The word “trust” caught my attention and my eyes drifted to the barbed wired tattoo with ‘TRUST’ tattooed over it on his arm. In the light of day I could tell the ink was newer there. My fingers moved to trace it and he flinched slightly. I knew, then, that the pain he referred to had something to do with this tattoo.

“Remember how I told you I’d seen you with your girlfriend that night?” I asked. His jaw clenched and he nodded tightly. “I never forgot the way you looked at her—like she was your world. What happened?”

Turning away from me, he reached into the shower and started the water. “She wasn’t my world, obviously.” His voice was hard and I could hear the anger in it.

“I need to know what changed.” I was more than a little nervous about asking him. “Not because I want to drag up your past—but it was that look that made me want you, and you were giving it to someone else. Not that I’m complaining.” I hurried to explain. “I guess I just want to know what was so awful that it made you break up.”

Silence filled the air between us, nothing except the sound of the shower breaking it. Six leaned forward, arms extended against the glass door as he hunched over, his back to me.

Trembling, I placed a hand on his back and he flinched, again, but I didn’t remove it. “I’m sorry if I asked the wrong thing. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He gave a wry chuckle. “I told you to be straight forward, didn’t I?”

I didn’t respond, I simply waited for him to say something—anything. Suddenly, he turned to face me and my breath caught at the agony I saw in his icy eyes. “You want to know what happened? She got pregnant.” My heart fell. “I wasn’t responsible like I should’ve been, messing around all the time without protection, and she got pregnant. The thing was, she didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I found out by accident, when I stumbled across her discharge paperwork from the abortion clinic. She killed my baby. I loved her and she killed my baby.”

My gasp echoed off the walls and tears immediately formed in my eyes. He wrapped his hand around my upper arm and guided me into the shower, coming in behind me. I had no idea what I could say to him to comfort him—or if he even wanted comfort. It was obvious he was upset. And they’d only broken up a couple months ago he said, so this hadn’t happened that long ago.

Water sluiced over me, drops splashing into my eyes as we stared at each other. “Are you still in love with her?” I asked, needing to know.

“Hell no!” he growled angrily. “What makes you think that?”

“I just…I know it’s hard to turn off feelings like that when you care about someone.”

“She killed our baby, Brooklyn. She gave no thought to that life we’d created together or to me and my feelings.” He gestured to his arm. “I got this to remind me that you can’t have love without trust. The barbed wire is a reminder to protect myself. Yet look at me…here I am, falling into your arms, making the same mistakes when it comes to using protection.” A wry chuckled escaped him. “I could end up in exactly the same place I’ve been running from.”

Tears were running down my face in earnest now, feeling the raw pain seeping from him. “No, you won’t end up there, again. Not as long as you’re with me.” Slipping my hand into his free one, I pushed my fingers through his. “I’d never abort any baby of yours. It would be the greatest gift I could imagine.”

A sound wrenched from somewhere deep inside him and he dragged me against him, pressing my head to his chest, kissing the top of my head. “Be careful, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me fall hard for you with words like that. Then you’ll be stuck with me forever.”

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I hugged him tightly back. “Yeah, somehow I think I could live with that.”

Lifting me like I was a feather, he pressed me against the shower wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, feeling his erection between us. Brushing my wet hair back from my eyes, he stared at me for a moment before kissing me again, the heat of his mouth mingling with the warm water running over our bare skin. I couldn’t help wiggling against him, wanting more. He broke away slightly. “I want you, too, but I don’t want to risk hurting you.”

“Let me be the judge of that. Besides, who knows when we’ll be able to get together, again?” That seemed to convince him. Lifting me slightly, I felt the tip of him at my entrance. Slowly, carefully, he guided me down onto his shaft.

“Doing okay?” he asked when I was fully seated. I nodded.

“Feels wonderful.” I clenched my muscles around him, loving the feel of him inside me.

“Shit, have a little mercy on me, would ya, Brooklyn?” He withdrew and surged back inside. It hurt and felt good all at the same time and I moaned. He thrust into me, again. “If things keep going this way, kidnapping you may become a viable option.” Another surge. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Me, neither,” I replied. Our words were lost after that.

My parents R gone 2 a banquet tonight.

The text from Brooklyn had my heart rate picking up. I’d only seen her a couple times for a few brief minutes during the past week, our relationship reduced to only texts. This had resulted in my taking a massive number of cold showers. I needed to see her.

When R they leaving? I replied.

At 5:30. They aren’t supposed to B home until after 10.

I get off work at 6. I’ll come right over.

Hurry. Come in the back like B4.

K. C U soon!

Thankfully I had a client that would keep my mind occupied until it was time to go. Just thinking of Brooklyn these days left me with a raging hard on. I needed something else to focus on instead of watching the clock like a hawk.

The minute my shift was over, I was out the door. I didn’t care if I appeared too eager—I was. I missed my girl.

Normally, I would’ve been amazed at how fast she’d wormed her way into my heart, but this was Brooklyn—my Brooklyn—and I’d wanted her forever. Now that I had her, I intended to enjoy every snatched moment with her to the fullest.

She was waiting for me at the back door when I arrived, grabbing my hand and racing toward the giant staircase without even kissing me hello. As soon as we were in her room, she slammed the door shut and locked it.

Reaching down, I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off before doing the same to her, making quick work of her shorts, before dropping my pants, too, until we were both in our underwear.

She pulled down my boxers, gripping my pulsating erection and I moaned, thrusting forward into her hand. “I like this,” she said, looking very bold and naughty.

“I like it, too.” I continued rocking into her hand.

“I think it looks very—pretty.”

“Pretty?” I said with a snort. “I’m fairly sure it’s never been called that before.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know how else to say it. It fascinates me, the way it juts out from your body so…proudly. I like knowing I’m the reason it’s there.”

“Sweetheart, you’re the reason I haven’t been able to hardly walk right for the last week. I can’t seem to get my fill of you.”

“I guess I should help take care of that then. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“You can try, but if recent activity is any clue, it’ll just be hard again right after. I’d like to hole myself up somewhere with you for a week and go at it like rabbits, but I’m still not sure that would help, either.”

“What will help then?” she asked. “Tell me what you want.”

My imagination went crazy thinking of things I’d like to do with her. “Right now—everything. But you can start by putting that “pretty” thing in your pretty mouth. But first….” I quickly unhooked her bra and pulled it off. “I want to see these while you do it.”

She didn’t even blink, kneeling in front of me and taking me into her mouth.

I groaned loudly, unable to help it as her lips wrapped around my cock. Shit! She felt so damn good! I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been this hot for a girl. Yes, I’d screwed several, and I always enjoyed it and looked forward to the next time; but from the first moment I’d laid eyes on Brooklyn, I’d barely had a break from my raging boner. Brooklyn made me hot under the collar, in a way no other woman ever had.

She closed her eyes, her head bobbing back and forth as one hand pumped the lower end of my shaft. Her other hand slowly, tentatively crept up my thigh until she reached my balls and started to gently finger me there, softly rolling them. I felt like I was going to explode in her mouth right then. Her full, perky boobs bounced with her movements, heating me even more with the visual stimulation. I wanted to fuck her there as well, press my cock in between them and ride until I came. Holy Hell, she was beautiful!