Page 81 of Bound

“Damn,” he groaned. “Pixie…”

Her head fell forward again. He grunted hard, savoring her blatantly submissive position. Pretending he was inside her with his cock. Celebrating how her sweet cunt squeezed his body as tightly as her fiery spirit surrounded his soul. Basking in every perfect piece of this moment. Swearing to himself that he’d remember it all. That he’d likely pump himself to a million orgasms because of it.

“I still…hate you.”

“I know,” he growled.

“And I am still…going to…”

“Oh, I know that too.”

He was so close, his dick rested against her lax ass cheek. It wept with pre-come, and he pumped his length to gather up the milky drops. He used them as extra lubricant to get a second finger inside her, joining his desperate moan to the primal sound that tangled the length of her throat.

At once, her body gave in to him. Her walls eagerly sucked on his digits, vibrating in time to his steady, solid rhythm.

He leaned over to gain some leverage, pumping even deeper. The position also allowed him to scrape along her clit before re-entrance, while using the same friction to work his cockhead between their bodies. That part was hardly necessary. He was certain if the wind merely changed direction in here, he was going to blow his load across her beautiful ass cheeks.

But not before her. Damn it, not…before…

She began rocking herself on his fingers. Brick moaned in approval, determined this would be the best finger-fuck of his existence.

But suddenly, he was thrusting into nothing but air.

And was too stunned to issue anything but a harsh rasp—as he watched Jayd scramble away.

He was still speechless as she regained her feet and awkwardly hauled her leggings up. Though her knees were still shaky, she took a couple of plodding steps. Her shoulders slouched back in as she hugged herself with hands that had gone painfully pale.

Fuck. Fuck. I’m sorry, Pixie.

This wasn’t what it seemed. None of it.

But how to blurt that and convey what it really meant? All the things beyond it. All the things he could never just open up and confess.

Wasn’t what it seemed…

Because you were beyond what I ever dreamed.

Because you still are.

“Jayd—”

“No.” Her posture stiffened. At once, he yearned to be her obstinate underling, rushing to do whatever it took for her understanding, but he was undone when she sagged again. Her sorrow impacted him worse than before. The full weight of what her heartache was almost unbearable. “Please, Brickham…no more. Just…”

No more.

Exactly what she became then.

As soon as she jolted away as if her exit tunnel contained a monster that decided to snatch her up as a midnight snack.

But that had to be his most epic delusion of the day.

She hadn’t been torn away from him. Not compelled or forced or pulled either.

She’d run because she wanted to. Because it was what he kept telling her she wanted. Because at last, she believed him. About everything.

So…all a good thing, right?

“Sure,” he snarled beneath his breath. “Right.”