“Please stop teasing me.”
“Who’s teasing?” I said, voice cracking. “You’ve been in my head for weeks, kitten. Every goddamn night.”
Her hand cupped the back of my neck, dragging me back to her mouth.
“Then stop thinking,” she whispered. “And fuck me.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I dragged her panties down just enough, freed my cock with a clumsy, desperate hand, and buried myself to the hilt inside of her. She choked back a groan, burying her face against my hoodie so as not to scream.
“Fuck, Brooks—”
“Say it again.”
“Brooks,” she breathed, again and again like a prayer. Or maybe a curse. I had been under her spell since the day we’d met.
Her pussy was like liquid lava, still hot and fluttering from her orgasm. It was almost too much. Almost.
My fingers dug into the backs of her thighs as I lifted her up and down my cock and pounded into her. She tightened her legs around my waist, hanging onto me like a lifeline. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that we would both have a few scrapes and bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care. On the contrary, I would wear her marks with pride.
At least then, I would know this was real.
I felt my climax building, but I wanted to get her there one more time. I shifted my hold on her, moving a hand around her hips until my thumb brushed her clit. She tightened around me, a fresh rush of arousal coating my cock.
Fuck, I wanted to bathe in her juices.
Preferably with her laid out on my bed, legs splayed wide open, completely bare except for the boots that were currently digging into my ass.
She gasped as my fingers circled her clit again. She was right there; we both were. Just a little harder and—
“Oh god, don’t stop!”
Perfect.
Her second orgasm tore through her like wildfire, sharp and sudden. That was the last straw. I lost it with a groan, hips jerking as I emptied inside her.
A small, nagging voice in the back of my head told me we probably should have had the safe sex talk before I was filling her up with my cum. But I hadn’t been with anybody but her for nearly a year, and she was on the shot or had been when we’d first hooked up earlier that summer.
So much for being a responsible adult.
Tomorrow, I would go back to being the straight-laced, single father who spent his days coaching baseball and his nights watchingBluey.Tonight, I was too caught up in the feeling of Dani’s strangled breath fanning my cheek.
We stayed like that, forehead to forehead, gasping for air, as the weight of the world slowly crept back in. The evening chill brushed against our damp skin, but I barely felt it.
I held her for as long as she let me, until eventually, she lowered her unsteady legs to the ground and pulled her clothes back into place. She adjusted her skirt in silence, and I tucked myself back into my sweats, heart still thundering, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
That hadn’t just been about sex. Not to me, at least. Not when she’d looked at me like that,saidmy name like it meant something. But she was already pulling away, rebuilding whatever wall I had just cracked.
I’d seen her do this before—retreat into herself, piece by piece. The first time I’d kissed her, she’d smiled afterward like it was any other day, like the universe hadn’t shifted the moment her lips had met mine. Same thing the first night we’d slept together. She had slipped out of my bed before morning without a word or kiss goodbye.
I reached for her hand, brushing her knuckles with mine.
“Dani—”
She stepped back, evading my touch. “Can we just skip past this next part?” she asked quietly.
I blinked.
