Wrapping around my cock and squeezing hard.
She just grins at me as she strokes.
And I know that Briar has done what she always does.
Turned the tables…
And I’m left just trying to keep up.
TWENTY-SIX
BRIAR
Right.
So, getting my hands on Brooks’s cock is probably not the smartest thing to do in this moment.
I should tell him to call the others back, should hand over the USB, should get the hell out…and none of thoseshouldsmake the least bit of difference right now.
Because Brooks needs this.
Needs me.
Needs what I can give him.
And…I can’t lie.
I want it too.
Hearing his groan in the air, feeling his body against mine. Desperate for the slight burn as he thrusts deep, the stretch and feeling of fullness from his cock, the hardness of him pressing into me. Our breaths mingling, our kisses intensifying until it’s like we’ve become one person with a single pursuit.
Pleasure.
“Briar,” he groans and I snap out of my memories, my fantasies.
Releasing his cock, I wrestle the button on his slacks open, tug down the zipper.
He’s moving just as jerkily, yanking up my shirt, shoving down my pants.
“Wait,” I say when he sweeps me up into his arms and he freezes.
Then he sets me on my knees beside him. “We can stop, baby.” He cups my cheek. “Now. Later. Any time.”
It’s gentle, those words, that reassurance.
And hell, that spears through me.
And I know.
Know.
There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.
That even when I hated Brooks, I still loved him.
I’vealwaysloved him.
Even when I watched him walk away.
