“Screw my ribs. Move, dammit. More.”
That bossy growl sent me into a frenzy, and I pumped into him, lost in a possessive, driving haze of lust. I barely heard him cry out as he climaxed, splattering come over the two of us. Sweat poured off me, and our bodies slapped together. I heard his moans and felt the squeeze of his ass on my dick.
Fucking hell, this is the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me.
The roar of my orgasm tore through me, and I came so hard, I thought my heart stopped. Blinded for a moment, I managed the little self-control I had left to not collapse on top of Brenner, waiting on trembling arms for my brain to unscramble.
My wits finally in order, I pulled out as slowly and gently as I’d pushed in, took off the condom, and tossed it into the trash. Brenner’s eyes remained closed, his chest heaving, rivulets of sweat running down his bright-red face. I crawled next to him and kissed his cheek.
“How do you feel?”
He turned his head and opened his eyes. They glowed like twin sapphires. “Like a fucking king.”
I rested my head in the crook of his neck. “You are. And you’re sure I didn’t hurt you? What did it feel like?” I ran my foot up his leg.
“Full—like being split in half yet more whole…moremethan I’d ever been before with anyone else. Then I was flying, and I didn’t ever want to come off from that high. It hurt, but I forgot the pain when you hit my prostate. I remember Bailey trying to get me to understand what happens, but I couldn’t imagine what he was talking about. Damn, he was right. Oh, my fucking God.” Laughter bubbled up from Brenner, and I cocked my head.
“What?”
“This.” He waved a hand in the air. “Us. Imagine what Bailey would say if he ever found out.”
“Knowing him, he’d want to join in,” I joked. “Or watch.” I played with the swirls of Brenner’s dark chest hair. “Are we telling anyone about…us?”
Brenner winced as he shifted to his side and faced me. The question in his eyes matched the tumult running through my head. “What are you thinking?”
“I don’t have anything to hide, and I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks, but I’d rather not, at least right now. Not because I’m ashamed of what we’ve done or afraid of what people might say, but because I kind of like it being just the two of us.” I kissed him. “Against the world.”
Apparently, that was the correct answer, because a smile claimed Brenner’s face. “I agree,” he murmured. “I have another question.”
I yawned. “Mmm, what?” My eyelids weighed a thousand pounds.
“Stay here tonight?”
I took his arm and draped it over my shoulder, then snuggled in close. “Try and get rid of me. Besides, you owe me cheese.”
Chapter Seventeen
Brenner
I opened my eyes to gentle snoring. The sun hadn’t yet risen, but predawn light laid a filter over the sky, softening the harsh, hard edges of the skyscrapers shooting upward outside my windows.
I inched away from Weston and gazed at him sprawled across my bed, and it gave me a chance to stare at—okay, ogle—him. He was naked, his cock half-full and resting on his thigh. His body was beautiful—flat, muscled abs, golden hair lightly covering his chest. A shocking bolt of lust streaked through me, and I cursed the fact that I still hurt and felt open and sore from having him inside me. A hungry ache throbbed low in my belly. I wanted him to wake up, but the snoring continued, and despite my rising lust, I grinned. I couldn’t wait to tell Mr. Perfect what a noisy sleeper he was.
“Mmm, Bren? Where are you?” he mumbled, sweeping a hand across the empty space I’d vacated. He cracked open one eye. “What time is it? Why’re you awake?”
Much less tender, my ribs gave only a slight protest when I bent to place a kiss at the base of his strong neck. His pulse jumped, and I didn’t miss the catch in his breath. For someone so purposeful and driven in his everyday life, Weston’s emotionslay surprisingly close to the surface, and I liked being the one who left him trembling with desire.
“I thought a rhinoceros had entered my apartment.” I smirked. “You snore.”
At that, his eyes popped open. “I do not.”
My smirk broadened. “You do. Like a freight train. Or an elephant.” I fell on the bed, making snorting noises, and he growled and straddled me, his now fully erect cock hitting my stomach, which fluttered. It was my turn to lose my breath.
“Take it back.” His nose brushed mine, full lips close enough to feel the vibration of his voice.
“No.”
A dangerous glint lit his eyes. “I don’t snore. You’re lying.”
