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“I’ve been studying you since you lost your cooties, Pix.”
“Just love what you see?” I teased, yanking the tie from my hair and sending it pouring over my shoulders in frizzy, undone waves. His pensive face twisted incrementally in the sweetest hint of a smile.
“Yeah, baby. Now, go, before I change my mind,” he said, clapping the side of my thigh and jerking his head back toward the hallway to his bedroom. The goosebumps on my neck told me he followed a beat before warm fingers brushed my hair off over one shoulder. By the time I got to the steam-filled bathroom, his hands were tracing my collar bones, warm lips pressing a line up the back of my neck. I leaned to the side, revealing more skin for him to work with as my heart ratcheted up in anticipation. Gentle fingers hooked my bra strap, pulling it down over my shoulder as he pressed kisses across the skin, breathing me in. His hands slunk down my body to the hem of the dress, slowly easing it up. When I raised my arms above my head so he could slip it up and over, he hummed contentedly.
“You’re remarkably beautiful, baby,” he said, words like honey over my skin as he trailed his fingers back down my arms, my ribs, my waist, fingers eliciting a flip in my low belly when he traced the crease between my thigh and hip. “I’m dying to be buried in you again. Hurry, okay? I mean—take care of yourself but do it quickly.”
Breathlessly, I nodded. “You’re cute when you can’t decide if you’re sweet or horny.”
“Can’t I be both?” He nipped at my ear before stepping away. Head spinning, I watched as he pressed a button on a plastic contraption in the corner. A moment of study told me it was a towel warmer.
“Boujee,” I teased, grinning as he chuckled. For as long as I could remember, the man always had exceptional taste in all things. He patted the doorframe twice before leaving me in the coastal-craftsman style bathroom. These old townhomes were a hodgepodge collection of decades' worth of cheap updates, but Broderick brought it into this century with sophisticated gray and white subway tile. The black and white hexagon tiles on the floor and chunky window trim seemed the only remnants of its original bones.
As eager as I was to get my hands on him, the man was right. I didn’t realize how dirty and sore I felt until the hot water beat against my tense muscles. I dropped my head to my chest and let the onslaught massage my neck and shoulders. Bubbly suds spiraled and collected around my feet as I finally gave myself a moment to breathe. The week had been long, his glaring absence suddenly agonizing now that we’d poured ourselves out for each other.
Finished and feeling relaxed and squeaky clean, I headed out into his room. He was decently tidy for a bachelor. But the platform bed wasn’t made, and a jacket was haphazardly tossed over the foot of it. A stray shirt lay crumpled in the corner beside a luxurious looking, but likely uncomfortable armchair—too shallow to actually cozy up in. But that was the extent of the clutter in the space. A rich espresso brown bookshelf sat beneath the window, organized with his collection of favorites. I noted an intricate balance between classic names, memoirs and more contemporary stories. He had an entire shelf dedicated to the Alutiiq on the island, and my fingers traced over the titles. Some I recognized from school, and our great aunt who kept the old traditions alive. Others were foreign, their names tripping up my tongue despite years of effort to acclimate. Knowing Broderick, he had them all memorized.
Straightening, I turned for his closet, pulling it open and smiling at the heaps of unwashed or unfolded clothes spilling from the hamper onto the floor, relieved to see he wasn’t a total freak. At least he made it into the bins. My room usually looked like the lingering damage after a natural disaster. Running my fingers along the line of hangers, I found his gray Tom Petty t-shirt. I slipped it off the hanger and over my head before laying down across his bed. Every muscle in my body seemed to release a collective sigh, like they’d all held their tension until this moment, when we could finally melt into his mattress. Maybe it was the way his scent lingered on the sheets, or just subconsciously knowing we were back together.
I’d just drifted off into the strange place between sleep and awake when a floorboard croaked, bringing my eyes to a pensive, beautiful Broderick. My beautiful Broderick. He leaned against the door frame, a pinch in his brow as he looked down my body. I rolled to my side, dropping my knee to the bed, which pulled his shirt up to the edge of my ass.
“You okay, there? You look like you’re in pain. Not backing out on me, are you, Brod?”
He wet his lips, shaking his head softly as he confidently said, “Never, baby. Just… regretting all those wasted nights when I could’ve had you like this.” He closed the distance, sitting down at the foot of the bed, where his hand quickly settled on my bare leg to give it a squeeze. “Wearing my old shirt, smelling like my body wash.”
“The clove is quite refreshing.”
He smirked softly before leaning down to press reverent kisses down my leg, pulling it with him as he straightened. Strong hands stroked down the length as I rotated onto my back, bracing on my elbows so I could watch him.
“You and Max seemed to have a long chat before Axel intruded? He promise to ruin your life if you hurt me?”
A snort of amusement escaped him before he said, “I’ll give him points for creativity. Jameson would just threaten to break my face.”
Something sour twisted in my belly, knowing I’d asked him to keep this from him. Still, I said, “Slow, thorough, torturous destruction is more Max’s style.”
“I’m not going anywhere, so I’m not worried.”
“And if I ran off?”
“You won’t.”
“So confident in that? I haven’t exactly done serious.”
“That’s because you were with the wrong guys.”
“Willing to gamble your future against Jorogumo Defense?” Max’s firm certainly tiptoed the line between legal and not.
“Worth the risk,” he said, grabbing onto my calf possessively, which did strange things to my insides. The alien sensations intensified as he kissed and touched up my legs until he hit the apex, my cheeks flaming as he inhaled my sex before peppering my pussy with kisses. Raw, primal sex was one thing. It felt…physical. Chemical. But this near worship level of adoration? That was a kind of vulnerability I’d never known before. Something in his soft touches stirred a part of my soul that had laid dormant. It made me squirm, which, infuriatingly enough, made him chuckle.
The hot exhale of his humor against my clit was the last sensation before he sucked that bundle of nerves between his lips, making mine pop open as my ears went buzzing.
“It’s not possible for you to feel this good,” I breathed, struggling to stay composed as he lavished me in licks and kisses, hot palms pinning me in place for him. There was a satisfied spark in his dark eyes when they flicked to me.
“You watching me eat you out is an insane turn on.”
“Yeah?” I asked, smirking as he nodded into my pussy, breathing me in before lapping straight up my center, silencing any remaining thoughts my mind might have had. His fingers sliding home would’ve done it if his tongue hadn’t already rendered me silent. Torturous pleasure wracked through my body, collapsing me into the mattress as I arched into him.
Riding Broderick’s face and fingers set my heart racing, that coil in my core winding tighter with each hungry pull and precise curl of his fingers. It was like he was calling my release forward with each movement, pleasure building pressure through my veins as my breath went ragged, hands grappling for purchase on his neck, shoulders, the sheets, anything within reach as he pushed me toward that edge. Right as a cry tore from my throat, he halted, sliding out and leaving me empty.
