BRODIE
NOT THATIHAD MANY OPTIONS, BUTIKNEW AT ONCEIHAD FUCKED UP WITHEMERY. The look in her eyes when she thought I was going to kill her…it would haunt me for the rest of my days, that’s sure.
King, Kael, and Liam faded back into the pub at Emery’s outburst, fecking cowards. I didn’t blame them, per se, but it would have been nice to have some back up. “I’m sorry,macushla—” I started, only to feel the sting of her palm as it cracked against my cheek.
“Don’t youmacushlame, Brodie Gallagher! How could you do that to me? You made me believe—” Her face crumpled, and she stopped, covering it with both hands as an ugly sob escaped.
I had done that. I had broken her trust and battered her heart and made her cry these bitter, vanquished tears. I respected her space for all of a second, arms hanging at my sides, until I cursed roundly and pulled her roughly to me. “I’m sorry. It was all a trick, a dirty, nasty lie. King said it had to look authentic. I could never hurt you,macushla. Never.”
She bent her head to swipe at her cheeks, her hands trapped between us and rolled into fists against my chest. “Let me go! I assume your little trick means I can go back to my life now? Live my life with my head down so the general doesn’t know I still exist?”
“No.”
“No, what?” She wriggled in my hold, not knowing that every shift of her body made mine respond with fierce craving. “No, you’re not letting me go, or no, I can’t go back to my life?”
“Both. Dammit, Emery, stop moving!” She was pinned against me, her hips flush against mine, her sweet, small tits flat against my chest. I knew the moment the ridge of my erection pressing against her registered in her awareness. Her eyes widened, then narrowed as she stared up at me.
“Let me go, you…you pervert!”
I laughed, low and unsteady, and maneuvered us both until she was against the rough brick of the wall. I lifted her until my cock was aligned perfectly with her core, and then tilted my hips into hers. A little gasp escaped her, and then she was fighting in earnest, every move sending bolts of electricity along my spine.
Hers, too, if the heat I felt building was any indication.
“I’m no pervert,” I told her, bending my face to breathe in her scent at her neck. “Just a man responding to his woman.” I trailed my lips along the line of her jaw and down her neck, pausing to nip where the spot where her neck met her shoulders, then suckle gently. “That’s for biting my lip earlier.”
“I’m not your woman,” she replied, but her voice was breathless. I ground my cock more firmly against her, eliciting a groan and a clutch of her fingers at my shoulders.
“Sure you’re not.” I lowered my face to hers and sought her mouth with mine, kissing her hard and deep. Our tongues dueled, fought and took and twined until she wrenched her face away, gasping for air.
“I mean it…”
“Aye, I know it.”
Holding her steady with my hips, I swept a hand down along her torso until I came to the hem of her shirt, and then slipped it beneath to explore. Her skin was silky and hot against my fingers. I teased upwards to take her tit in my palm, squeezing and rolling her nipple through her bra, and she dropped her head back against the wall. “God…don’t…stop…”
“I’m going to fuck you right here in this alley, lass. You want that, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. After the past week I knew her body almost as well as I knew my own. Her hips, even pinned between me and the wall, were moving helplessly against me.
“This doesn’t change anything.” She capitulated, dropping a hand to fumble at my belt. I lowered both of mine to help her and then turned her swiftly around until she faced the wall. As she placed her palms against it and arched her back in offering, I yanked her pants down to her knees, skimmed my fingers through her folds—she was soaked,thank you, Mother Mary—and slid home.
She keened, a lovely sound, and I withdrew slowly, relishing the delicious cling and drag of her pussy on my cock. Then I pushed, swift and hard, back in. Her breath expelled forcefully through her open mouth with each thrust, taking on the barest edge of sound as she struggled to stay quiet.
“We already changed everything,macushla. The first time you let me taste this, have this…” I gripped a hip with one hand and brought the other around to circle her clit with slow, maddening strokes. “…you were mine and I was yours.”
“You changed that when you pointed a gun at me,” she panted out. I slowed my rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and holding for a long moment until she wiggled and squirmed, pressing back against me almost frantically.
“No, I just pissed you off good. You can’t stay mad forever.” To keep her from moving, I held her immobile with both hands on her hips, just the tip of my cock breaching her walls, until I felt her hiss.
“Damn you, fuck me.” Tiny pulses. Sweat born of restraint dripped from my forehead to the small of her back.
“We had to, love. Had to make sure it would fool him. I won’t take any chances with you—"
“Brodie...” The word was a groan. “Stop talking.” She slapped a hand against the wall.
“Now when I go to retrieve the rest of the cash, I’ll show him the video as proof and wear a wire to get all the evidence we need to put him away.”
“Goddamn you, Brodie—” She was trembling, quivers rolling the length of her body. I continued to pulse, the barest of movements, just inside. I wasn’t going to last long once I got inside. We were both too far over the edge.
“Tell me you’re mine,macushla. Tell me you understand. Tell me—”
