No, I fucking need it.
My hands fumble at her waistband, dragging it down just far enough to get where I need. She is already soaked, already moving against me with raw urgency, like her body decided long before either of us admitted we were done waiting. The friction hits me hard, my teeth clenched, my hips pushing forward before I can stop myself.
She reaches between us with trembling fingers and pulls at the drawstring of my sweatpants. The second her hand slips inside, her warm skin closing around my cock, my breath leaves in one violent rush. I brace my forearm against the wall because my knees almost give out.
She wraps her hand around me, stroking my full length with pressure that makes my vision haze at the edges. Her thumb brushes over the head, catching the pre-cum there, spreading it in a smooth glide that has my hips jerking into her hold. I bite back a groan and fail, the sound rough against her throat.
She presses a wicked smile to my jaw and tightens her grip, dragging her fist down to the base, then up again in a way that sends heat tearing up my spine.She keeps stroking me with agonizing slowness. She wants to see exactly how close she can push me before I snap.
I can’t get a full breath. Every nerve I have locks onto the feel of her hand, slick with sweat, her fingers wrapped tightly around the thickest part of my cock. Another involuntary thrust escapes me before I force myself still, biting the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood.
“Fuck,” I mutter, dragging my mouth along her jaw and up to her temple.
Her gasp tears free when my hand slides between her thighs. I push past the waistband of her shorts, past the soaked cling of her panties, and run two fingers along her warm, dripping slit. She is drenched. Her body opens for me instantly, her hips rolling into my palm like she has been waiting for this exact touch since the moment we walked in here.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask against her neck, sliding my fingers through her wetness, letting her feel just how easily she comes apart for me.
Her only answer is a broken moan, her voice shaking as I push one finger deep inside her. Her walls clamp around me, tight and hot, pulling me in. My cock twitches hard in her grip at the feeling, at the knowledge of how tight she will be when I drive into her.
I grab her waist and slam her back against the wall, grinding against her thigh while my finger fucks into her. I slide a second finger inside without warning, curling them just right, and she cries out, her hand spasming around my cock as her body jerks forward.
She barely has time to take a breath before I spin her around. I yank her shorts and panties down to her thighs, leaving her exposed and braced against the wall, her palms flat, her legs spread, her ass arched in a way that makes my cock kick.
I step in behind her, ready to take her—
“Yo,” Beau’s voice cuts in, shattering the moment. “Travis found something.”
I freeze.
Brooke freezes.
I turn my head slowly, like if I don’t see him, he doesn’t exist.
Beau stands in the doorway, his arms crossed, with no shame. “Sorry to interrupt the fight to fuck pipeline, but it sounded important.”
My jaw clenches so hard it aches.
I want to kill him.
“I swear to God,” I mutter, “if you ever walk in on us again, I’ll shoot you.”
Brooke lets out a shaky laugh, covering her face with her hand.
Beau shrugs. “I’ll add it to my list of near death experiences.” He turns and walks off, still talking. “Don’t take too long. Travis said the trail’s fresh. Might be our only shot at pinning Knox down.”
I look at Brooke and brush her cheek with the back of my hand.
“Later,” I whisper.
Her eyes burn into mine. “Promise?”
I kiss her again, hard and fast. A promise. A warning. A fucking prayer.
Then I force myself to breathe.
I adjust myself back into my sweats, my jaw tight, blood still surging through every inch of me. Brooke’s fingers tremble as I help slide her shorts back up. I tug her shirt down, covering the bite mark I just left on her.
Her eyes are still dark with want.
