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“Not me, Rosie. Not me,” he exhales roughly, “I refused to go back. I didn’t want to go back. Life with my dad was easy and simple, and maybe I should’ve been less selfish and gone back to look after Maggie and Holly because Mom couldn’t. They ended up looking after each other until they were old enough to go out on their own.”
“It’s not selfish for a child to be a child, Brody.”
“I wasn’t a child. By the time my dad took me away there was nothing left of my childhood. I worried about my sisters and I worried that they would hate me because I got to live a life they didn’t.”
“That’s not on you, though. It was never your duty to be their guardian, and they know that.”
Brody grins. It’s tainted by the past and nowhere as cocky as his usual, but it shocks my heart back to a thrum that causes my breath to catch in the back of my throat.
“They’re my little sisters and I’ve seen them hurt.” He shrugs, combing my hair back over my shoulder. “I never want to see that again, and I’ll always jump in when I see it coming. It’s the way it is, and—”
“And you’ve totally brought all of this three-sixty.” My laugh is silenced by his mouth on mine. Warm lips roll with mine, soft and gentle, as Brody maneuvers me onto my back and braces himself over me.
“Maybe I have, sweetheart,” he nudges my nose with his, “but you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
“Not today.” Right now, I want him to continue looking at me the way he does. I don’t want him to search for the same reasons I’ve been searching for since Tyler broke off our wedding every time he looks at me.
“Well, we got time, and I got plenty to fill it with,” he beams down at me with a waggle of his brows.
Although I still can’t shake off everything he’s told me, I let him roll me on top of him. And like two kids, we make out under the evening sky with nothing but the ocean and the breeze around us, and the murmuring radio that barely breaks through our heaving breaths when we come up for air.
It’s peace and torment all at once, and there’s no one else I want to feel it with but him.
Chapter Twelve
The sudden crack of thunder jolts me awake. While I’m adjusting to the darkness, the lightning follows, illuminating my surroundings. The water is a lot closer than I remember and before the rain begins, I wake Rosie. She’s already stirring, but not enough to move quickly.
“C’mon, Angel, it’s about to pour,” I tell her as she sits up and stretches.
I’m amazed by the way she takes her time. Either she’s oblivious or she knows something I don’t. To speed things up, I throw my shirt at her before wrangling on my shorts and bunching up the rest of our clothes onto the front seats. Quickly, I pull the top over the Jeep before moving on to the sides.
“We’ve got time, Brody. The rain won’t come for a while yet.” Rosie sits on the edge of the trunk, her bare feet swinging in the breeze and her sex mussed hair blowing about her. “Fuck, Hotshot, right now, I’m wetter than the atmosphere.”
Pausing in my tracks, I take a moment to do nothing but admire her. I steal as much of her as I can before I have to leave soon. Too fucking soon for my liking.
The weather is an afterthought as I draw near and sit beside her. The roll of thunder and the aftershock of lightning in the distance do nothing to stop me from dragging her onto my lap so that she’s straddling my thighs and her tits are right where they belong—in my face.
“You’re wet, huh?” I breathe into her chest, my hands grasping her hips tight.
Tangling her fingers into my hair, she tugs hard until I tilt my face to hers. There’s mischief glowing in her eyes as she replies, “Dripping.”
Fuck.
Our only thought should be getting out of here before the storm rolls in full force. Instead, the only thought on my mind is getting off with her. I could fuck this girl for days and always be ready for more. Always want more. I don’t know what it is she’s got over me, but I’m hooked. So damn stuck on her that she’s in my every fucking thought.
Stroking my hands up her back, I lick over her plush pout. Every taste I get of her is better than the last, incomparable to the first. With her body writhing over me, I trail my lips to her jaw, allowing her to guide my mouth to where she wants it with the tug of her hands in my hair.
Rosie lifts up on her knees when my mouth finds her tits. Alternating between each nipple, I tease the hardened peaks until she’s mewling above me and my cock is aching to get inside her. I’m so damn hard that every brush of her hot cunt over me causes my muscles to stiffen. It’s a fucking torture I can’t get enough of and a need I can’t control.
With trembling breaths, Rosie’s hands claw down my chest to my shorts. Making quick work of freeing my erection.
“Think you can make me scream louder than the thunder?” She grins down at me at the sudden cracking boom.
The tight grip of her hand around my length as she guides me to her pussy has me bucking into her in response. “Only if it’s my name.”
“Always.”
“In that case—” I pause. A loud hiss escapes her lips, pulling a curse from mine as she lowers herself onto my cock.
