Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I let out a long breath, try to temper the mad gallop of my heart, and attempt to get this surging lust under control. I make a tentative roll of my hips against her, and her soft moan almost does me in.
I need a distraction, and she has the softest mouth I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. I lift my head enough to capture her lips, sliding my tongue against hers. Brienne’s fingers sift into my hair as her legs wrap around my back. She grazes one of those gold-plated spikes on her sandals over my calf, and I feel it in my balls.
My body starts to rock against hers, slow, gentle thrusts as I concentrate on the sweetness of her mouth. I’ve got one arm wrapped under her neck and the other around her back, holding her pressed tight to me. I must be crushing her, but she doesn’t utter a complaint, instead tightening her legs around my hips.
Feels so fucking good I could do this forever. But forever can’t happen when it feels like this. Tension coils within as if I’m a screw being tightened while Brienne makes begging, whining sounds into my mouth.
I lift my head and look down at her. Blue eyes hazy with lust stare back at me as I thrust into her harder.
Brienne gulps for air, and I can feel her legs trembling against me. “I’m so close, Drake,” she gasps, her nails scoring against my scalp.
I’m on the fucking edge, teetering, barely hanging on.
I grind my pelvis down against her, and she cries out her release. Her hips buck, but I’ve got her pinned down so thoroughly she can do nothing but writhe through the pleasure. Her muscles squeeze and contract around me, and it’s the push I need.
My orgasm sweeps over me, and it’s unlike any I’ve ever felt before. There’s no shredding me up and turning me inside out with overwhelming pleasure, which is typical with Brienne. Instead, it’s something far more powerful.
It’s quiet and heavy and rumbles through me slowly as I empty myself into Brienne with a long, satisfied groan. It’s like one of those slow avalanches sliding down a mountain, so powerful it shakes the earth.
Sliding my hand to her left thigh, I roll us both to our sides, even as I’m still thrusting through the orgasm that, though gentle, felt like it reconstructed me.
Brienne’s arms wrap around me and her face presses into my neck. “That was different,” she whispers.
Which means she felt it too.
I don’t respond, afraid to acknowledge it out loud.
Dreading the conversation that might come from it.
Wary of a new path that might form before us.
Instead, I gather her close and hold her, trying to find a way to accept that the boundaries have changed.
“Are you staying for a while?” Brienne asks.
“Why? You going to work?” I tease.
She chuckles and squirms slightly. “No, but the zipper on your pants is biting into my leg.”
“Shit,” I mutter, and although I hate to do it, I pull away. “Do you want me to go?”
“No,” she says without hesitation. “I’d like you to stay.”
We stare at each other. I’ve stayed before. My days of fucking her and leaving right after are long gone. We talk—innocuous stuff—and we fuck again. I always leave at some point, but it’s never rushed.
But I think we’re both feeling a shift, and there seems to be an inherent awkwardness because of things we don’t say.
If I were a coward, I’d throw out some excuse about needing to get home and check on the boys. It would be lame, but Brienne would accept it.
Instead, boldness prevails and I decide to see where this goes. I can obviously call a halt to it at any time.
“I’ll stay,” I say, rolling off the bed and pulling her up with me. We shed our clothes and I take her into her bathroom where I use a warm, wet cloth between her legs to clean her.
Then we’re back in bed, and I resist the urge to touch her right away. I could go again right now, but I want to prove that I’m not afraid of something outside our sexual intimacy, even if it’s scary as fuck.
“How shocked was Sophie tonight?” I ask.
Delight fills Brienne’s eyes as she smiles wistfully. “It was brilliant. She never saw it coming.”
I settle in, propping my head in my hand as Brienne chatters on about her evening with the girls. I tell her how Baden had been a nervous wreck up until that moment, then was walking on cloud nine in the locker room after the game, and it had nothing to do with our win.
The conversation morphs, and we talk about the game. She asks how Kiera’s doing, and I tell her a funny story about the boys.
And then, I’m kissing her again. On her mouth, over her jaw, across her breasts, down her belly, and finally between her legs. With Brienne’s fingers twisted in my hair and her hips squirming under me, I bring her to a fast orgasm with my mouth before fucking her again.