"You've said that at least four times," Brooke interrupted. "Maybe you should save your breath. It's not getting you anywhere."
"Maybe you should answer me."
She folded her arms and rested her head there. She stared in my direction without meeting my eyes. I wasn't positive, but it seemed like she was studying my cock. I had no problem with that, not when her hooded-eye gaze was the most honest thing she could offer.
"Why? Nothing about this needs to be complicated or customized, Jed. It's not like I'm ordering a burrito bowl."
I braced my arms on either side of her, pressed my chest to her back. "Because"—I paused to scoop her hair off her shoulder—"it actually matters to me that you want this."
She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, stayed silent for a long moment. Then, softly, "I do."
I grabbed her around the waist, jerking her up to her knees. Kept my lips on her back and her shoulders as I slipped my hand between her legs. Without any fancy underwear to slow me down, I was able to touch all of her at once. She jerked and gasped when I traced her clit, her seam, her ass. "You want me to fuck you like this?"
She nodded, hummed. "Yes."
"On your knees?"
She replied with another nod and a high-pitched noise I couldn't decipher. I'd call it a squeak, but this woman didn't squeak. She screeched and screamed and roared, and I wanted to hear all those things from her before the sun came up on this day.
Fisting my shaft, I said, "That wasn't an answer, sweetheart." I dragged the head between her cheeks, through her wet, stopping only to slap her clit. "On your knees, ass in the air, head down?"
It took her a second to find her voice, but when she did, she snapped out an impatient "Yes."
"You're sure about that?" Reaching for the table, I grabbed the other condom and rolled it on. "You know you don't get to call the shots from down there, sweetheart."
"The hell I don't," Brooke replied.
I took hold of her hips and filled her with one thrust. "Go ahead and try."
Jesus Holy Christ, she felt incredible. There was all the usual pussy goodness—hot, wet, tight—but that fire-breathing rage of hers made everything better. I couldn't shake the sense she'd let me fuck her until she couldn't walk right, but then she'd rip one of my kidneys out and keep it as a trophy.
She reached back, grabbed hold of my thigh. "If you don't move in the next zero-point-two seconds, I'm gonna show you what it looks like to call the shots from down here."
I eased out, sucking in a breath as I dragged my length over her folds. "You could do that," I said, staring at the place where her body yielded to mine. "But we both know you didn't come here for that."
Brooke muttered something into the mattress I couldn't understand. She was so damn angry about everything. Most of the time, that poor little rich girl fury clawed at my last nerves, but this was different. I couldn't explain how or why it was different, but I knew this night wasn't like the others. She needed something—or someone—and that need wrapped around the nerves dedicated to this woman in a way that compelled me to give her everything. Even if it meant trashing the life I'd established for myself to meet that need.
She rocked back, claiming the head of my cock. Even that inch of heat was enough to make me dizzy. Enough to start me thinking about the ways I'd take her the next time and the next and all the times after that. And that was only one of the reasons she was ruining my life.
"Is this some kind of art house film where you tell me you're going to fuck me in half and go to a lot of trouble to position me the way you want, but then stare off into space while you wonder where your one true love is tonight?" she asked. "Because that's the way this is unfolding."
I ran my hands over her backside, dug my fingers into her skin, spread her cheeks to get a better look at my cock pushing inside her. I watched as she stretched and opened around me, moving slow to aggravate her and amuse myself. "I'm just making sure you can handle this."
She laughed, causing her muscles to contract around me. For a second, my eyes rolled back in my head. "That's not going to be a problem."
"You sure about that?" I gripped her ass like I meant to mark it, pushed all the way inside her. She responded with a choked cry that shifted into a moan, a hum, and then a hungry, desperate whine. Her hands shifted, scrambling to fist around the blankets. To hold tight. "I don't know, sweetheart. You had a hard time handling me last time and I just lay there, as you requested."
"That's because after high school your dick grew up to be a freak of nature elephantine baseball bat that might actually destroy my uterus. Thanks for warning me about that, by the way."
She shot a withering look at me over her shoulder, but that didn't stop her from working herself on my cock. She was taking what she wanted. Finally. She was gorgeous like this, her face flushed, her hair everywhere. And on her hands and knees for me while I carved fingertip bruises into her ass.
"You're welcome." I brought a hand between her shoulders, pushed her head back down to the mattress. "Hush, now."
"Hush yourself," she yelled into the blankets. "Fuck me like you know how to do it or let me go home to my vibrators."
The mental picture of Brooke spread out on a bed, her knees bent and her hand working between her legs while a battery-powered hum and the sharp spice of her arousal filled the air, was enough to snap my thrusts into an urgent, primal rhythm. "You'd be there right now if that was what you needed, Bam."
I expected a retort, but not the one that came. A high, breathy whimper sounded in the back of her throat and— "I don't know what I need."
