“That’s it, baby.” I grunted. “Let me hear you.”
I didn’t have to ask her to be vocal because with every pump of my hips, she screamed, moaned, or cried out my name and I fucking loved it.
“Oh, my God.”
“God can’t help you now, sweetness,” I growled. “No one can.”
She lifted her head and latched her lips on my neck and kissed and sucked at my flesh until I hissed. I jerked away from her and placed my head against her chest, listening as her heart beat wildly. I raised my head, brought my mouth to her ear, and said, “Your heart is beating so fast, Branna.”
“Just for you, darlin’.”
I smiled as I brushed my lips over her neck. “Such a sweet-talker.”
“Oh, there!” she cried out seconds later. “Right. There.”
“Here?” I murmured and thrust at the angle I did just seconds before.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
I focused to keep my hips angled in the same positioned as I fucked her, pulling that scream out of her made the hair on the nape of my neck stand up.
“This is my pussy.”
Branna scraped her nails against my back. “Yes, yours.”
When she dug her nails painfully into my back, I responded and bit down on her neck. Branna’s cries of pleasure shattered every boundary I set about being careful with her, and I fucked her so hard and scraped my teeth over her flesh so often that I knew it would leave bruises. That sent a thrill up my spine knowing that I would leave marks on her, marks that would show the world that I had her. The thought of her being mine pushed me over the edge, and suddenly I was coming. My movements became jerky and quick as pressure deflated as I came. When my energy fled, I dropped down on top of Branna, and she sighed in content.
I momentarily worried in case she didn’t come again, but when I heard her strained sigh, I knew she did.
“That. Was. Amazin’!” She panted. “It’s never been like that before.”
I rolled off her after a moment but kept my arm draped over her chest, my hand cupping her left breast. I gave it a gentle squeeze, and said, “You were never fucked by me before, that’s why.”
“Can we do it again?” she asked, my breathing still rapid.
My laughter muffled against my pillow.
“Give me a few minutes,” I mumbled. “I’m not a machine.”
“Ye’ sure about that?” Branna asked. “Ye’ have a serious amount of stamina.”
Again, I laughed and gave her breast another squeeze.
We lay in silence for a few moments, then we started to talk. Nothing about sex or anything related to sex—we had a real conversation about the world, about our families, and it felt pretty incredible lying next to a beautiful woman and seeing who she was as a person was just as stunning. As I looked at her, I was very aware that I didn’t want our involvement to end after one night, and after Branna fell asleep next to me, I found myself awake most of the time, trying to think of an excuse I could give her that would convince her she needed to spend time with me.
I wasn’t letting her go now that I had a taste of her ... not a chance.
CHAPTER SIX
Thirty-two years old ...
It had been three months since Branna and I made up, and four months and one week since all hell broke loose. We were still taking things slow, and by that, I mean really slow. We hadn’t done much more than kiss one another, and it was the best decision we had ever made. The first night we met in Darkness, sex between us was almost instant. There was thick sexual tension from the moment we locked eyes on one another, but this time around, we were trying a different approach. One where we listened to our minds and hearts, instead of our libidos.
After I came clean about the FBI and my involvement with them, I explained that it was because of them that I pulled away from Branna in the first place. I had agreed to help the feds to cover my ass for the death of Trent Miles and a few of Marco’s soldiers. To do away with the threat of prison, I spied on Brandy Daley for the feds, and I immersed myself so deep into the investigation that I almost lost myself, and Branna, in the process. Because I chose not to tell Branna about the situation, I indirectly formed a huge crack in our relationship. One we were still healing from. We switched up our tactics this time, and instead of doing everything ass backwards, we took things in baby steps.
That meant date nights with just a chaste kiss on Branna’s front porch.
We spent time together, lots of time, and reintroduced ourselves to everything we loved about one another, and learned new things along the way. It sounded boring, but it was anything but. When I knew I was going to see Branna, my stomach fluttered with butterflies, my heart pounded with excitement, and I couldn’t remove the smile from my face for all the money in the world. We were happy again. I was me, and Branna was Branna. We weren’t our old selves anymore; we were new and improved versions. What we endured—not only over the past two years, but from the moment we met—made us better people. Stronger people.
It solidified our bond and proved to me that we really could overcome anything.
I stared at Branna as I entered the living room of Alec and Keela’s home, and like a bee to honey, I was drawn to her. I moved next to her, reached out and poked my finger into her side, making her squirm.
“What’re you smiling about?”
Branna smiled, devilishly. “Just thinkin’ about the plans I have for us later.”
I was pretty sure I just gulped.
“What plans?”
I slid my arm around Branna’s waist when she smirked at me, and it was all I could do not to push her up against the wall and claim her lips with mine.
“One little smirk and I’m already hard for you.”
The little terror reached out and rubbed her hand over my thigh. “How hard?”
I gritted my teeth. “Stop, or I might succeed in traumatising my brothers this time.”
She laughed, most likely thinking back to our first night together when we were so hot for each other that we almost forgot my brothers were next to us, horrified.
“I don’t think I can wait.”
My entire body tensed. We had been taking things incredibly slow, so slow that a little kiss got my gears turning. I wanted sex with Branna. I wanted it more than my next breath, but because we had been putting it off, I was so nervous about it and felt a little faint. “It’s your call, Bran.”
“Now.” She licked her lips. “I want to feel ye’. All of ye’.”
“Fuck. Yes.”
Leaning down, I covered my mouth with hers and kissed her with hunger ... until a couple of throats were cleared.
“Uh, guys?” Alec mumbled. “I’m all for you both bumping uglies after such a long drought, but we’re still here. Jax, too.”
At the mentioned of Jax, Branna and I broke apart in an instant.
“Sorry.”
“What’re you sorry for, Bran?”
Branna looked over her shoulder when her sister spoke, and she smiled as Bronagh waddled into the room. The woman was so pregnant that simply breathing looked like it made her uncomfortable.
“Nothin’,” Branna replied. “We’re just talkin’.”
“Is that what you call it?” Keela snickered.
Branna looked at Keela, amusement dancing in her eyes as she said, “Keela said Dominic is sexy!”
Keela gasped at Branna’s declaration. “You agreed with me!”
Bronagh groaned. “Don’t use any word around me that has sex in it. Sex does this to ye’”—she pointed at her large, round stomach—”and gives ye’ stretch marks!”