Page 62 of Bared

But while Brickham husked the inquiry, he lifted his hand away. She writhed and shrieked and glared. Did he not know the agony she was in? The frustrating brink to which he had taken her?

As soon as her mind supplied those answers, she huffed. “Fuck!” And spat that even harder.

For a second, Brick’s whole form locked up again. But he recovered faster from the snag this time, which smoothed his way toward a lascivious grin.

“You insisting, Pixie?”

Jayd notched her head back, scrutinizing her lover through slitted eyes. Didn’t make the man any less stunning, though it shored up her courage enough to speak again.

“Fuck.”

This time, she was not flirting around. She was still half a Cimarron, and that part was the perfect helper for hurling out serious decrees.

Very serious.

“So my little one is insisting.”

Thankfully, despite the silky pleasure in his voice, Brickham was too. She got the message, loud and clear, as soon as he seized her hips again. And hauled her forward again. And groaned with erotic abandon once he impaled her again.

“Fuck!”

Brickham joined her for that loud and lusty iteration. And hot. So damn hot. His cock ignited a thousand flames in her womb. Though he still rolled his hips on every stroke, each of those thrusts were different now. More drawn out. More decided. Definitely more stimulating. So very much of that. He was not just a force of nature anymore. He was several of them at once. She saw it in his stormy eyes and felt it in his Richter-worthy thrusts. Tremors that vibrated beneath her thighs and even sent tingles between her butt cheeks.

Seisms she started to feel in other places…

Along the length of her that still squeezed him…and stretched for him…and hurt for him…

And never wanted to stop.

Especially as she began to explode for him.

Chapter Ten

“Brickham!”

Her gasping scream would be engraved on his mind forever. Even so, Brick craved to hear it again. As in right the fuck now.

With one minor twist.

“Call me what you should, sweet one, and you can have all of your orgasm.”

The woman flared her big turquoises, officially registering herself as the eighth wonder of the world in his book.

“All of it?” she stammered. “You mean that was not— Oh!”

Brick kicked up a grin as he readjusted his angle, making sure more of his pelvis rubbed along hers. Her answering whimper soared through him like a damn angel’s song. No shit, considering her body was a heaven he never wanted to leave.

But their time together would soon be ending—a realization that sealed his dedication to two new aims.

One, to imprint as much of himself on her from the inside out. He was well on the way to honoring that with every purposeful lunge into the paradise of her sex. Two, he swore to memorize all the details of how he affected her. Every damn minutia. The incessant, erotic pulse in her neck. The way her arm muscles bunched every time his dick bottomed out in her tight, torrid heaven.

And speaking of that…

The woman’s pussy was getting a memory book of its own. A tome to withstand the ages, bound with chunks of his soul and filled with as many of these moments as he could fit onto its precious pages.

She was worth it. A female he’d never forget. A princess with courage that stunned him and boldness that inspired him. Who had nerves steelier than most dudes he knew but embraced her softness and submissiveness like a kitten with its first taste of cream. Who had no viable reason to trust him, but had—and still did—with so much of her honesty, intensity, passion, and surrender.

Christ. Especially that.