He came behind her to wrap his arms around her shoulders. She had pinned her hair up into a mess on top of her head. Little pieces fell down against her back. She leaned into him as he ran his hands down her sides to the hem of his tee.
“There’s some stuff I’ve been meanin’ to talk to you about.” He traced the collar of the tee with his fingertip.
“Yeah? What’s up?” She set the magazine down, her fingertips digging slightly into his forearms where he hugged her.
“You’re not wearin’ panties,” he muttered to her hair.
“So?” She craned her neck to meet his stare.
“So, how do you feel about counter sex?” He turned her and was already pulling up the soft fabric covering her chest, his hand grazing her belly button.
“Already?” She scrunched her nose. With a teasing glint in her eye, she glanced pointedly to his fly. The button on his jeans wasn’t fastened, and the bulge her presence created made itself apparent.
“I’m gonna need that shirt back after all.” He raised an eyebrow before kissing her until she squeaked.
“Counter sex sounds messy. Back to the bedroom sex instead?” she asked, eyes wide. “Maybe even sofa sex?”
“Aren’t you even the least bit curious?” He nuzzled her neck, right next to the red hickey he had placed there days ago, and stepped between her parted legs. “Cool countertop, bare ass. My coc—”
“Don’t call it that.” She cupped her palm against the stubble of his jaw.
“What? My coc—”
“Bit’s o’ glory.” She placed an index finger to silence him.
Fuck. She was adorable. “Bit’s o’ glory?”
“Or dangly bits. Just not the c-word.” She nodded.
He dropped his hands to his hips but didn’t step back. “You are not calling my dickdangly bits. He takes offense.”
She pursed her lips, clearly biting back a grin. “Your…it…can’t take offense. It’s not sentient.”
“See? Now you’ve done it.Heis out to prove you wrong about that.” A smile tugged at Brek’s lips. He hooked his thumbs at his waistband and dropped his pants to the hardwood.
Her eyes sparkled as he pinned her on the stool, leaning over, an arm on each side of her shoulders. A laugh escaped her throat as he lifted her gently onto the hard slab of granite counter and crawled up after her. He shoved aside her not-so-subtle pamphlets about individual retirement accounts and grabbed the magazine. He rolled it into a tube, tapping it against his palm.
“You’re going to break my kitchen.” She scooted backward, her hands searching behind her as she went.
He pulled her legs open and tugged her back to him, kneeling there. “Nah. It’s solid. I break it? I buy it. And, V? I’d have a damn good amount of fun breaking your counter.”
She gulped and laid back, her legs spread, her perky rack practically staring him in the face. He ran the rolled-up magazine over her parted lips, down over the valley between her breasts, stopping just under her navel. She raised her eyebrows at him. He smiled his best attempt at a menacing grin, but she giggled. He tossed the glossy paper aside and did a push-up over the top of her, holding there until she squirmed. Lack of contact did that to her. He had noticed that.
“Am I going to like this lesson?” She covered her eyes with her hand, peeking out between two fingers.
“Oh. You’re gonna like it. Then you’re gonna owe him an apology.” He glanced down to where his bits o’ glory stood at attention, ready to fight the good fight for honor and bravery.
She giggled, gripping the edge of the counter above her head so her belly arched to touch his. “Is that right?”
“Mm-hmm.” His mouth found hers again as he lowered his body over her.
He’d talk to her later…about something important. At the moment, he couldn’t think straight about anything other than the little noises she made when he moved inside her.
* * *
Velma had grownto admire the way Brek plowed through life without hesitation or apology. Worry tugged at her, though, that his luck wouldn’t last. He would plow too far, go too fast. She preferred safety…security. And, presently, scarves to cover the hickey Brek had left on her neck.
She toyed with a ballpoint pen and the yellow legal pad she’d brought along to Aspen’s office at Montgomery Events near Cherry Creek.
