He shakes his head. It has been a really long time since Brawley has wanted a woman. While I don’t mind, I miss the chase, the smell of fear on feminine skin. If I could bottle that scent, I would wear it daily.
I rock my hips faster, just how he likes it. He grips my hips and digs his fingers in hard. I love when he leaves bruises on my body. Normally he is rough, but there are a few moments like this when he knows my head is in overdrive and I need an outlet to get it all out.
“So, this woman, what is Clay’s deal with her?”
I shrug. “He didn’t say. I followed him into town, and he went to a bar. I watched for a bit as he stared at her, but I got bored and needed a sugar rush. Clay left right after me, but then shewalked into the convenience store a few minutes later. Maybe he has a secret stalking fetish we don’t know about. Maybe we should be worried about him kidnapping someone and killing them. The way he was staring at her was like he wanted to strangle her and fuck her while she took her last breath.”
“Sounds like something he would do. This woman, should we ask Nixie to send her an invitation?”
“Are you serious? You would do that, even if it pissed Clay off?”
Brawley lifts me off his cock and flips me over. My front is now pressed into the mattress, and he thrusts his cock back into my ass, his body weight on me as he leans in. “Pissing Clay off is my favorite pastime, but I would do anything for you, you know that. First, I need to fuck you, and then I need to get down to the fight ring. Vesper wants me to show her a few things.”
Vesper is Brawley’s best friend. She is a bit weird, and that’s coming from me, but she understands his need for violence.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan when he thrusts deep inside me, my brain finally slowing down a little as his cock brings me back into the moment.
He grabs my hips, and his pace picks up as his balls smash against me. Each time he rolls his hips, my vision blurs.
“You good?” he asks.
I laugh into the pillow. “Don’t get soft on me now, big guy.”
His grip tightens, and one hand slides up my spine, pressing me down against the mattress. There is something about his body on top of mine, being pinned down by him, that steadies me. Each thrust has me gripping the sheets; I love how rough he gets and that he doesn’t apologize for it.
He leans over me, his chest against my back, and digs his teeth into the curve of my shoulder. “You’re a fucking menace.”
“You’d be bored without me.”
Brawley doesn’t reply; he answers by fucking me harder and deeper until I am panting and begging for more. The headboard bangs against the wall, and I don’t care that someone else can hear—they should be used to it by now.
My pulse echoes in my ears, and Brawley slides his hand from my spine around to my throat, and squeezes, taking control.
I press back against him, and he tightens his grip until I’m almost out of breath. Then my orgasm hits, and when I come, my entire body twitches beneath him.
He joins me, my name on his lips. He stays inside me for a second while he catches his breath, and once he does, he kisses my spine and rolls us sideways, wrapping his arm around me.
The door flies open, and Vesper appears in the doorway. She is always dressed up, as if she is never out of character. Today it is a little simpler; her skin is a gray color, and she has a single bullet hole cratered in the center of her head.
“Are you fucking done yet? I have been sitting out there listening to you fuck and now I need to blow off some steam.”
“Jealous?” I ask, and she moves toward the bed.
Brawley pulls out of my ass, and as I jump from the bed, she takes a swing at me. The big guy just laughs. “I’m going to shower. Do not kill each other.”
“Don’t worry about me, her little chicken arms don’t stand a chance.”
That makes her growl at me like a feral dog. “I do not have chicken arms.”
“Buck, buck, buck,” I say, imitating said bird.
Her face contorts, and she comes at me again.
I duck under her arm and run out of the room. As I descend the stairs, Clay is at the bottom wearing his security vest and a bandanna covering his face.
“Why are you not dressed yet? Nixie will murder you.”
I laugh. “Not before Vesper does. Move.”
