“I told you what this room was used for,” he said, holding up a condom.
She couldn’t help laughing a little. “Thank God.”
Brogan tore open the condom packet with his teeth and rolled it on, his eyes roaming over every inch of her body as he did so. There was stark hunger in his eyes, and she couldn’t resist bending her knees and spreading her legs for him.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, drawing out the word as he licked his lips. “Look how wet and ready you are for me.”
Without another word, he covered her body with his, lining himself up at her entrance. Amy’s breath caught in her throat as he pushed forward, his thickness stretching her out in the best way. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she gripped his arms, the bulging muscles of his biceps flexed as he held his weight off of her.
There was no gentle easing into things. Brogan was rough, driving himself into her over and over again, until she was moaning uncontrollably. His eyes stayed locked on her hers, and it was shockingly intimate. Her stomach knotted, and she pulled him down for another kiss.
Her hands moved to his back, feeling the way his muscles tensed and released and his spine curved with each thrust. She brought her legs up to wrap around him, and the position made him go even deeper. She cried out his name as her orgasm tore through her. Waves of pleasure made her whole body pulse, and Brogan went wild. His thrusts became faster and uneven, and he groaned as he broke their kiss to bury his face in her neck.
Amy was still coming when he went still and rigid, buried deep inside. He shuddered as he came, and she could feel his cock jerking inside of her.
When they both came back down to Earth, Brogan rolled to the side and slipped out of her. Amy watched with hooded eyes as he got up to get rid of the condom. Then, he flicked off the light. The room was plunged into darkness, but she felt him return to the bed a moment later. Pulling her into his arms, he covered them both with the blanket.
Amy rested her head on his chest while he ran his hands up and down her back, just like he’d down when she was crying. She wanted to thank him for that, but after what they did, it didn’t feel necessary. Instead, she closed her eyes and let herself be lulled to sleep by the sound of his steady heartbeat.
* * *
Amy woke up with a start, not knowing where she was for a few seconds. She opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar room, but when her eyes landed on Brogan - no longer beside her in bed but sitting in the chair in the corner and texting on his phone - it all came rushing back to her.
The insane events of yesterday replayed in her mind, and she couldn’t help smiling as she remembered the way the day had ended. Despite everything, she enjoyed herself with Brogan. Her body was sore in all the right ways, and she didn’t have any regrets. Sleeping with an obvious criminal should probably have felt like a mistake, but it didn’t. It was what she needed, and it might have been the best sex she ever had.
But it bothered her that he wasn’t in bed with her. It shouldn’t have. They weren’t in a relationship. It was casual sex. Still, she wondered why he had to get fully dressed and put distance between them in order to text someone.
She sat up in bed, and his eyes shot to her. She clutched the blanket to her chest as she offered him a weak smile. “Good morning.”
Why did this feel so awkward?
“We need to leave,” he said briskly, and her stomach dropped.
Amy wasn’t exactly expecting the two of them to bask in the morning afterglow together, but she hated how cold he seemed. Sighing, she got out of bed, keeping herself covered with the blanket as she headed into the bathroom to get dressed.
Looking at herself in the mirror was even more of a buzzkill. Her hair was a rat’s nest, and she had dark circles under her eyes even though she’d just woke up. Splashing some cold water on her face, she ran her fingers through her hair and pulled her clothes back on. When she emerged from the bathroom, Brogan was standing by the bed waiting for her.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To meet my boss.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Your boss? And who is that?”
Brogan walked to the door and opened it, gesturing for her to walk through. “His name is Owen. He wants to hear your story.”
“Fine,” she said shortly, irritated with his lack of useful answers. The club was closed, and it looked different in the light of day with sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows. She only got a passing glance since Brogan didn’t stop as they headed to the exit.
“Where exactly is your boss?” she asked once they were in the car again.
She noticed last night that he was the strong, silent type, and it didn’t bother her then, but she was getting tired of it already today.
“We’re going to his office.”
Another short answer that told her nothing. Crossing her arms over her chest, Amy sighed through her nose and stared out the window as he drove. They were only on the road for about fifteen minutes when Brogan pulled in the back parking lot of a restaurant.
What are we doing here?
She didn’t bother to ask, knowing he wouldn’t tell her anything. It was better to just go along with this for now.
