"Hang tight, viper." Heard his footsteps padding across the floor. "Gotta go grab my new teammate."
A laugh escaped me—genuine, unexpected, and bright in the dark room. I heard him rummaging in the closet where I'd stashed the box I thought he didn't know about but he'd clearly discovered sometime in the last few days.
I peeked over my shoulder and rolled my eyes at him as he made his way back toward the bed, turquoise vibrator in his hand—ten settings, nine of which I didn't wantorneed, and the one perfect curve that I did.
"Don't look at me like that." He climbed back onto the bed behind me. Then the low hum of a vibrator coming to life filled the room. "This is a team sport now."
He pressed the toy against my clit first—just held it there, buzzing.
"More," I said, and Brody clicked the intensity up a notch. "Again." With another press of a button, we'd reached the perfect setting—that strong, incessant thrumming that, combined with the right movement, would have me coming in sixty seconds flat. He moved the toy in tight circles over my clit until my arms nearly buckled and I dropped to my elbows. Then he dragged it lower. Teased my entrance with the tip of it until I was pushing back, trying to take it myself.
"Greedy." He sounded delighted.
He slid it inside me, letting me feel every ridge and inch of it as it filled me, the vibration radiating outward through every nerve. My mouth fell open. No sound came out.
"You need this, don'tcha, baby?" His lips were at my ear, one hand working the toy in unhurried strokes while the other smoothed up my spine. "Need me to take you outta that head of yours and off to someplace safe."
I buried my face in the pillow. He wasn't wrong. He was never wrong about what I needed, and I hated it and loved it in equal measure.
He left the toy inside me, buzzing, and I felt his hand come around to my jaw. Tilted my head back.
"Spit."
The word shot straight through me. I turned my head and he held his palm out. I spit into it and watched his hand disappear between us.
The click of a cap and the drizzle of lube sliding between my cheeks came before the blunt nudge of his cock against my ass, which told me the spitting was just Brody living out a fantasy.
He moved the tip up and down, spreading the lube. The sound of him working more of it onto his hard length was obscene in a room gone so quiet I realized I'd stopped breathing.
Then he was still. Not pushing in. Just there. Waiting.
"Breathe, viper."
I breathed.
He pressed forward. Slow. So slow it was almost cruel. The stretch burned and bloomed and I grabbed the headboard, my knuckles going white. He paused. Gave me time. His hand rubbed small circles on my lower back while I adjusted to the thickness of his cock.
"You good?"
I nodded into the pillow.
Another inch. I made a sound I'd deny later—somewhere between a moan and a sob. His hand came around to my clit, circling soft and steady, and the mix of the pressure and the pleasure made my vision swim.
"That's it. Let me in, baby."
He sank deeper. Slow. Impossibly slow. Every inch deliberate. By the time he bottomed out, we were both breathing hard—the toy still buzzing inside my pussy, his cock buried in my ass, two kinds of fullness occupying every inch of space I had. My fingers were twisted in the sheets. His grip on my hip was the only thing keeping me on the planet.
He didn't move. Just stayed buried in me, letting me feel all of it—him and the toy and the vibration humming through the thin wall between them. His chest pressed against my back. His lips at my ear.
I couldn't form words. Could barely form thoughts.
He pulled back, then pressed in again, and the sensation—his cock sliding while the toy buzzed against everything from the other side—short-circuited something in my brain. He set a rhythm, deep and measured, and every thrust sent a current through me that lit up nerves I didn't know I had.
"Let me hear you, Cal. Cat can handle it by now—she's been livin' with us long enough."
I would've laughed if he hadn't chosen that exact moment to thrust hard enough to knock the headboard against the wall.
I stopped trying to be quiet. Couldn't have been even if I wanted to by then.
