I started to reach for his hard cock to guide it to where I knew we both wanted it, but Brutus stopped me. He wrapped his hand around my throat, forcing me back to the bed. That only served to make me grow wetter.
“Please,” I begged. He hadn’t touched me in weeks. Every damn night he’d ended our night with a chaste kiss to my forehead or, if I was lucky, my lips. I loved him for showing restraint while I was injured and vulnerable, but I was fucking over it.
I also knew he felt guilty for what happened. Because it had been one of his former employees who attacked me to get to him. But enough was enough.
I needed him. His touch. His everything.
“Mia.” His voice sounded so haunted. He laid his forehead against mine. “What happened to you was my fault.”
“No.” I clamped my thighs around his waist. “It wasn’t your fault.” This was a conversation we’d had many times in the past two weeks. “It’s his and he’s gone,” I reminded him. “Dead. But we’re not. And if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to get up, lock myself in that bathroom with my vibrator, and make myself come so hard, the walls will shake. And you’ll be on the other side, forced to listen to it all.”
“I’ll fucking break the door down,” he replied.
“Or you can just fuck me now.” I squeezed my thighs again and lifted my hips slightly, rubbing my pussy against his hardness.
“Fuck, woman!” He groaned simultaneously, pulling his hips back, lining his cock with my entrance, and then surged inside.
His hand around my throat tightened, heightening the feel of his length inside of me. It felt like a homecoming to have him inside of me again.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured against my lips.
“You’re so damn big,” I groaned, wiggling my hips. “Take me, Brutus.”
He pulled almost all of the way out before surging in again. He alternated the movement of his hips with his hand squeezing around my throat.
Having had to wait two weeks for this feeling again, it didn’t take long before I came all over his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” Brutus praised. “Milk me. Take all of me,” he said as he came inside of me, my pussy still convulsing and squeezing him.
“I love you so much,” he said over and over, pressing kisses all over my face.
“I know,” I panted. “I love you.” Satiated, I started to get up, but his hand on my stomach stopped me.
“Where the hell are you going?”
I blinked. “I have to get to work.”
I’d returned to work at Cup of Joy a week earlier but had two of my employees opening early for me.
“Hell no.” Brutus shook his head. “My father can handle business at the shop for the morning.”
Yeah, Rick had come to work at Cup of Joy with me. He’d gone from security to working as my assistant manager. It turned out he loved it and was great at it. Plus, I loved having him there. It also made Brutus less worried when he went back to work for the Townsends the week before also.
“I can’t let Rick work by himself all morning.”
Brutus gave me a warning look. “You should’ve thought of that before you spread your legs, baby. Your ass is mine for the next few hours.”
While I felt a little guilty about leaving Rick to fend for himself for a couple hours, when Brutus flipped me onto all fours and slid into me from behind, I couldn’t feel anything but pleasure.
EPILOGUE
Brutus
One year later
“She’s glowing, son,” my father said as he slapped the back of my shoulder. We stood at the head of the dance floor, watching as Mia and Ray had their father-daughter dance to Luther Vandross’ “Dance with My Father”.
Our wedding reception was held at the sprawling estate of Townsend Manor. I hadn’t wanted to wait a full year to marry Mia, but she insisted on an outdoor wedding. And the elder Townsends all but insisted that their home would be the perfect location for the event.
