Aria opens her mouth to give some other bratty response when I reach under her and shove her up the bed, climbing on after her.
If she thought I was fucking her hard before, she was wrong. She hath unleashed the beast.
I clutch under her shoulders and her legs circle my waist. “You want my worst, don’t you?” I think maybe I already did fuck the words out of her. The air is full of her moans, and cries, and obscene slapping noises that could make a porn star blush. “You like that, pretty girl? You want me to come inside you?”
Her voice is loud and clear now. “I come first.”
Her heels dig into my lower back to gain leverage, raising her hips to fuck me just as hard as I’m fucking her. “Everything, Ari. You get everything. Every.” I slow my thrusts to punctuate my words and her hips roll with mine. “Fucking.” Her nipples tighten against my chest as her thighs clamp around my torso. “Thing.”
“Brodie,” she pleads, and I think perhaps I’ve died and gone to heaven if such a thing exists, because that must be how angels sound. I don’t even care to remind her that she said she doesn’t beg. I won’t risk losing a sound that sweet.
I move an arm under her lower back, tipping her up and aiding her grind against me. She shouts and trembles beneath me and, at the first quivers of her pussy, I start to come undone.
And with it comes a flood of emotion. My voice is a barely-recognizable whimper. “I missed you, Ari. I missed us.”
She breathes heavily in my ear. “I missed us too.”
I capture her lips and hold her there for a sweet, tender, savoring kiss. She’s here. She’s back. She’s mine.
I push up onto an elbow so I can look down at her. “You’re beautiful.”
Her hands clasp both sides of my face, and she peppers kisses to my lips, then giggles. “Brodie?”
“Yeah?”
Ari’s eyes go all puppy-dog soft and I know, whatever she’s about to ask, I’m about to do it. “Can we do this again when we get up?”
I chuckle and cover her neck in kisses. “You can have me as many times as you want me.”
EIGHTEEN
ARIA
I knockat the other guest bedroom’s open door in Richard’s house. “Granny? Can I come in?”
“Sure thing.”
I step inside and spin in my dress, ready for the Fall Fox Fling. “How do I look?”
She presses her fingers to her mouth with a wistful look. “Spitting image of your mom.”
“Aw. Thanks.” I study her, trying to figure out if I’d be asking too much given she just came home from the hospital a few hours ago. She’s still on oxygen, but should be off it in the next few days.
Brodie and I figured the third bedroom in Richard’s house was the best bet for her until we could figure out something else. Brodie offered the extra bedroom in his apartment, but it isn’t very big and we didn’t want to risk the challenge of getting Granny up the stairs.
Still, I know my request might cheer her up, so I have to try. “Will you braid my hair?”
“Of course. Come sit.”
Granny scoots over and sits up in the bed, leaving room for me to sit on the edge of it. I hand her the brush and hair tie.
“Inside out?” she asks, referring to her trick of swooping the hair underneath to make the braid stand out.
“Please. And not too tight.”
She runs the brush through my hair and I tip my head back so she can part it however she wants it. “Been a while since you asked me to do this.”
“Been a while since I’ve been home and going to do something fancy. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay here?”
