“Okay.” I wet my lips. Guess we’re talking about this now. “We’re two adults who like to spend time together. Who are good in bed together. Calling it friends with benefits—even though wearefriends whoareindulging in benefits—feels too?—”
“Casual?” Brody finishes for me, and I nod. “But labeling it as a relationship seems?—”
“Too serious, too soon?” I say, and it’s his turn to nod.
“I haven’t dated anyone in a very long time. With Liv and coaching, my attention is all over the place. But I acknowledge that I like you, Hannah. That I want to keep spending time with you, even if we don’t have a way to define it yet.”
“Are we exclusive?” I ask. I’m afraid I’m moving the conversation along too quickly, but then I remember what Brody has said to me in the past: he doesn’t bullshit anyone. He’s going to tell you exactly what’s on his mind, and if he didn’t want to figure this out right now, he’d shut it down. “Or also sleeping with other people?”
“I’d like for us to be exclusive. I’m thirty-nine, Hannah. I’m too old for hookup culture.” He kisses me, and I let myself daydream about what this would be like every night. I’d wait up for him to get home from a road trip. Maybe I’d surprise him in his hotel room. “But I know that isn’t only up to me to decide.”
“Exclusive it is. I’ve never been a fan of sharing my favorite things.” I touch his tattoo, the one he got for me, and my heart surges in my chest. “And you’re becoming one of my favorite things, Brody.”
“People tell me I need to have more fun. What do you think?” Brody pins my arms above my head, and I gasp. He rocks his hips, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance through his briefs. “I asked you a question, Hannah,” he whispers in my ear, andoh. That possessive, raw scratch of his voice electrifies me. “You should answer it.”
“Fun is good. We’ll have plenty of fun,” I blurt, squirming beneath him. “Do you want me to sign on a dotted line or something?”
“No.” His laugh is a caress. “Just spread your legs, sweetheart, so I can feel your tight cunt.”
TWENTY-FOUR
HANNAH
The weightof the mattress shifts when Brody moves away from me. I turn my head, watching him take off his briefs and toss them in the corner. He rubs his thighs and walks to his dresser, glorious ass on display.
“Do you still work out?” I ask, watching his lean muscles stretch and shift. “Your body is beautiful.”
“Minus the scars all over my knee.”
“Those are beautiful too.”
“I do work out.” He looks at me over his shoulder, a box of condoms in his hand. “I skate with the team at practice. I’ll also run drills with them and hit the weight room. Some of the guys from my draft class are still in the league. They’re slower than they were when we were teenagers, obviously, but I’m not letting a dude sitting on the fourth line for a shitty team be in better shape than me.”
“Liv told me you were competitive. That checks out.” I laugh. “You lift me pretty easily, and I’m not light.”
“Hush, Hannah. I squat double your body weight before I start my workout.” Brody brings the box to the bedside table, taking out a packet. “Want to sit on my face so I can prove it to you?”
“I do.” I run my nails down the front of his chest when he climbs back on the mattress. I look at him, every angle, every dip of his body something beyond my wildest dreams. “But I want you to open that wrapper and take care of me more.”
“One more minute.” Brody grips his cock, hand wrapped around his shaft and giving himself a long stroke. “I’m almost ready.”
“Want me to talk about my childhood to pass the time?”
“No.” He smiles. Messy hair, lipstick stains on his neck. For as meticulous a man as he is, right now he looks thoroughly wrecked. “Just let me look at you.”
I do let him look at me, but not without trying to rile him up while he does it. My palms trail down my neck, across my chest. I push my breasts together and his moan is strangled, fracturing right at the edges. His pupils go wide when I dip my hands lower between my legs, making easy circles on my clit.
“Do you like what you see, Brody?” I whisper.
The heat in the room swells around us. The tension grows when he rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He rolls it down his length and lifts my leg, pinning it to his hip.
“Very much.” The bob of his head. Anguish in his eyes because he doesn’t know where to look. “You are so beautiful, Hannah.”
My body is an inferno, set ablaze by the soft drift of his fingers to my cheek. He holds my neck gently, a silent question behind the slight pressure against my windpipe. I nod and he rocks forward, the tip of his cock pushing inside me.
Pain comes first, the flash of uncomfortableness nudging its way from the stretch. Brody chokes out a groan but doesn’t move, waiting for me to get used to the sensation. I grip his bicep, trying to remember to breathe.
“Big,” I manage to get out. “I forgot how big you are.”
