“Austin. Say it, Starlet. Say my name.”
I avoid his beautiful eyes, knowing guilt is what motivated him to claim me. “Austin,” I whisper.
“Say it again,” he growls.
“Austin.”
“Fuck!” Brick sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the bed. He arranges me on my back, then straddles me, his intense stare warming me from head to toe. “I wasn’t caught up in anything but my deepest feelings for you, Starlet. Pure love, how proud I am to own your heart. No guilt, no pity. Just deep love, baby. The kind a man is willing to die for.”
Stunned, I blink my eyes, fighting more damnable tears.
“Nothing to say for once?”
I shake my head.
He gives me a crooked grin, revealing the boyishness I adore. “I loved you the night we met, Starlet. Before we checked into the hotel. Something about your crazy hair color and those cowboy boots. The way you talk and move that perfect ass. I love you. Can you live with that?”
I latch onto his arm, then cup his face, loving his stubbled cheek. I’m so happy—so incredibly overjoyed I want to scream. “I can live with it.” I should have never doubted him.
“Good.” He lifts my arms above my head, then lowers his forehead to mine. “I want you, baby. All of you this time.”
As he slides down my body, removing my panties, I close my eyes and wait for the feel of his tongue and fingers between my legs. Our connection is so potent, so strong, so real. I spread my legs and he kisses me between the thighs before he moves upward again, staring down at me. “Time to lose the top.”
I lift myself up and he removes the T-shirt. We’re both naked now, skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart. There’s no more barriers, no more pride and stubbornness preventing us from being together. We’re our own worst enemies, really. Not Silver. Not the Devil’s Crusaders. Just our tortured pasts. But the similar histories we share, that pain and unbearable suffering we experienced as kids, brought us here, to this very moment in time. This is our only chance to take what fate has offered us, a new beginning. I should know, I read it in my tarot cards a hundred times—prayed for it every night.
Our tongues meet in a tangled frenzy—hunger driving us both. His strong hands lift and squeeze my breasts together, his thumbs circling over my aching nipples. I arch into him, my core throbbing with need. “Austin…” I squeak out his proper name, something that seems to turn him on whenever we make love.
He caresses my face, positioning his erection at my opening. “You’re mine, Starlet. Forever. I killed for you, baby. And I’ll do it again to keep you safe, to keep you here with me.”
With one furious thrust he fills me. I shatter beneath him, my long fingernails raking down his broad back, leaving claiming marks on his skin. Pumping his hips mercilessly, I orgasm in record time. He smiles against my lips and then pulls out of me.
“Wait!” I yell out, wanting him to share the pleasure, wanting him to cum inside me.
Instead of satisfying himself, Brick buries his face in my pussy, sinking his thumb and tongue inside me, seeking a second orgasm. I writhe against his face, grabbing a fistful of the sheet, struggling to hold on to what control I have left. My whole body is in sensory overload, my nerve endings on fire. “Brick, please…”
He doesn’t stop, but increases the pressure on my clit, sucking harder, moving his thick thumb in and out faster.
Please…
I explode, breathless and wanting more.
Brick sighs in satisfaction, then flips me over. The man can have whatever he wants, can do whatever he wants to me. Instinctively, I go up on all fours, bracing one palm against the headboard, another on the mattress. The first slap to my ass is soft and warms my cheek, the second is harder.
“Say my name, Starlet.”
“Austin.”
“Tell me what you want,” he demands hoarsely.
“Fuck me, please.” He runs a teasing finger up the crack of my ass, and I squirm impatiently, wanting more of him.
“You’re a greedy little thing, Starlet Vega.”
“It’s your fault.”
“Is it?”
I look over my shoulder. “Sure is.”
He chuckles, then gives me what I’ve been begging for, taking the edge off my endless hunger by filling me again. The sweet friction from his cock rubbing against my clit as he thrusts in and out of me makes me dizzy.
That faraway pulsing starts again, slowly building, the heat radiating up from my belly and spreading to my arms. I can’t believe it… “Brick.” I’m going to cum again.
Without needing to explain further, he reaches between my legs and teases my clit as he pumps his hips faster and harder.
“Starlet… what the fuck?” He leans over me, locking his arm around my waist as his body convulses.
We peak together—my energy sapped, my mind close to shutting down from sheer exhaustion. Seconds later, Brick pulls out of me and I collapse on the bed, face down. He crawls next to me, lying on his side, tracing the contour of my back with his fingertips. “Sleep, baby,” he says. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours. I want more.”
His words make my insides tingle with need again—though I wonder how it’s physically possible. I’m actually sore, but don’t care. I give him a sleepy smile. “Thank you for loving me, Brick.” I close my eyes, finally content, able to sleep without fear.
