“Or it could be an olive branch. He did mention your sister.”
If he was playing on my heartstrings, it was working, the bastard. He knew my one weakness was Emily. They might not have wanted me in her life, but that didn’t stop me from sending her a gift for her birthday and at every Christmas.
“You think I should go?”
Brenner cupped my cheek. “Don’t you?”
Sweat dampened my shirt. “I want to, but I don’t want to fuck up.”
“How could you?”
Brenner pulled me close, and I rested my head against his shoulder. “I’ve been angry with him for so long, and Emily’s just a little girl who loves him. I can’t be certain I’ll be able to keep my emotions in check.” We sat for a moment, Brenner stroking my cheek, and I thought how nice this could be. Permanently. “Come with me?” I blurted out, and Brenner’s arm tightened around me.
“What?” His laugh was uneasy. “No way.”
“Why? You’d keep me from saying something stupid.”
His chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “Since when do you say stupid things? Come on, West. What’s this really about?”
I sat up, facing him. “I-I’m afraid.” At my confession, Brenner’s eyes widened. “Yeah. Imagine that.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being afraid. Trust me, I know.”
I took him by the shoulders. “Exactly. You understand me. I don’t want to fuck it up with her.” Something bright yet terrifying twisted in my chest. “Please, Bren? I-I need you.”
I’d never said that to anyone before, but the truth was, since I’d begun this relationship with Bren, I’d discovered a new side of myself. One that when I was younger I might’ve rejected but now couldn’t deny.
“I’m not sure I can do this on my own.”
“You make it impossible to say no.”
“Don’t.” I kissed him. “Say yes. You want to be with me, right?”
His lips moved against mine. “Yes. I—yes.”
I pressed kisses to his mouth and cheeks, nipping at his throat. He swelled hard and thick underneath me, and I fell into his blue, blue eyes. “I want you inside me. I need to know.”
“You want me to fuck you?” His expression turned fierce, his gaze heated. Bren licked his lips, and a bolt of lust shot through me, leaving no doubt.
“Yeah,” I confessed. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
He followed me to my bedroom, where we undressed, and in between kisses and touching, Brenner laid me on the bed. “You’re sure?”
I fixated on how thick and heavy his cock was. My ass clenched, not from fear but desire. I needed to belong to Brenner completely. “Do it,” I rasped, my dick throbbing and leaking on my stomach. “Please.”
But Brenner never rushed anything—not his work, nor his lovemaking. First he slid that fabulous mouth over my dick, sucking me hard, then licking me gently. He fisted the length of my aching shaft, lapping at the head.
“Tastes like heaven.”
“Bren, do it,” I urged. “Everything.”
With avid, hungry eyes I watched him lube his fingers and slip one, then two in me, stretching and twisting. So good, so goddamn right and perfect.
“Fuck, that’s it. There,” I moaned, wishing he would stuff me full, but he moved slowly, deliberately, eyes never leaving mine.
“It’s hot like fire. Soft and hard at the same time.” He played with me, and I lost all semblance of dignity.
“Fuck me already. Goddammit.” I ripped at the sheets. “Please, please.” My pleading echoed in the room, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was Brenner.
