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The taste of his mass made her body move. Her hips came up as he plunged toward her throat. Then her pelvis lowered, allowing her to squeeze her thighs together, when he retreated. Smearing her lips with the juices seeping from him, he pushed his head into her cheek until it was stretched to its limit.
“Say no to me again and your diet will consist of nothing but spunk for a month, hear me?”
His threat might have been meant to intimidate, but it infuriated her hormones further. Whispering his name, she turned her head and began to suck for her life. Stirring her yearning provoked her into wanting to spur him on, to get him into the same state of frenzy that kept her from having a complete thought.
He let her slurp and lick, pulling him into her mouth with each forceful suck. He stroked her hair from her face until he had enough to gather it inside his fist. The grip gave him the ability to direct her gaze to his so they could maintain eye contact. He loved to watch her do this, and she liked to see the heat between them glaze over his eyes. With one hard shove, he blocked her throat then pulled her back to take himself from her.
Her breasts begged for attention and when he dove onto his side and examined her body, he slipped a hand between her thighs. Arching, Zara tried to compel his touch to her breasts. But he half-smiled and winked at her before sliding down the bed. Keeping her on her back, he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and rolled onto his front to insinuate his mouth between her thighs.
Licking his way to her clit, he kissed and sucked, returning the favor she’d bestowed on him with every flick of his tongue. Her balled hands were digging into her lower back causing bruising pain on her spine. But the position meant her pelvis angled to better receive his mouth. She couldn’t keep quiet, couldn’t keep still, and when his tongue drove into her and he reached up to fondle one breast, she screamed and bucked up.
She was still panting, trying to catch her breath, when his hips rose and he matched their bodies, docking himself inside her in one hard shove. Still sensitive from her last crescendo, she winced and whispered his name, trying again to pull her hands free, but it was futile.
He stilled inside her. Through narrow eyes covered with hair and clouded by heat, she smiled at him. “Tell me you haven’t missed this,” she teased, huffing in each breath as she tried to calm her heart.
His palm landed on her forehead, and he pushed her damp hair out of her eyes. “My dick’s only happy when he’s right here,” he said, shunting himself into her and pulling her hips up to rub her clit with his groin. She hissed again, and he lowered to kiss her. “Your sweet little pussy, hugging him so tight.”
Pushing up to slide her tongue into his mouth, she could only show her affection through her kiss because she had no hands to caress him. But he broke away to look at her eyes as he lifted up and pushed in. Each thrust made her gasp, she wheezed in a breath and bit her lip, trying to restrain the pressure boiling in her belly.
He ducked to bite her lip away from her and let it drag out as he pulled back. “That belongs to me. I want to hear those breathy little gasps you can’t keep in when my dick pumps the air out of you.”
His pace was even, in deep, slide back, shove, retreat, fast in, easy out. “Brodie,” she whimpered. “Give me my hands, beau.”
“Not a chance,” he said, kissing her nose then her chin. “This is my rodeo.”
Grabbing her knees, he pushed them up into her torso, giving himself leverage to rise higher and pump faster. Watching their bodies connect and part, he got faster and started to grunt when she squeezed tighter, clenching herself around him, trying to keep them locked together.
Stuttering, it took her a few tries to get his name out. But when orgasm hit her, the sole word left in her vocabulary was his name. She must have said it ten times before he tightened his grip on her legs and hit her hard with one final dive of his dick into her.
Her heart was working so hard that her other organs had to be suffering, but she made herself open her eyes to look at him. Their eyes locked for a few seconds, then with a loud exhale, he dropped onto his back on his own side of the bed. His hands landed on his chest. Ten seconds of silence passed before he rolled over to shove her onto her side so he could free her arms.
Her spine hurt and her arms ached. Brodie tossed aside the ripped, crumpled mess he’d used to restrain her, which turned out to be the panties she’d discarded for their tryst. Trying to stimulate feeling, she circled her wrists and extended her fingers. He took her hand and yanked her body over so her chest was pressed into his arm, and he began to massage her palm.
“We should get out of here,” he said, pressing his thumbs into her palm then working them up, squeezing her fingers in a stretch. “There’s a flight in an hour and—”
“I’m going to stay here,” she said, relaxing her neck so her head flopped onto his chest.
“You don’t have to do anything,” he said, with amusement in his voice betraying that he had misconstrued her statement as a declaration of exhaustion. “I’ll carry you to the shower and soap that sexy body… maybe we’ll aim to hit the flight that leaves in two hours.”
Wearing a smile, she freed her hands and rolled on top of him to kiss him then press her cheek down on his beating heart that shook his ribs. “No, I’m not tired from the sex.” She was, but that wasn’t the reason she planned to stay at the manor. “I meant I’m going to stay here for a few days.”
His voice became firm. He was no longer her pliable, relaxed lover. He was asserting his authority. “Swift needs us,” Brodie said, leaving no wiggle room. “Rigor’s been stand up so far, but he’s not Kindred and I don’t trust him to have Swift’s back all the way.”
Requesting to stay behind wasn’t something she’d done in the past, so he had to be curious about her reticence. She kept her reasons to herself because she knew he’d never understand them. She struggled to understand herself.
Rigor’s place shouldn’t be scary now that all of the threats had been flushed out. Zara felt uneasy there. Brodie and Swift handled being there like pros. But she didn’t like facing the paranoia that lurked when she moved through the halls or the traumatic memories that speared her without warning.
Following Art’s death, it had been her job to stay strong, and she had. Zara was proud of the way she slipped into the Kindred ranks and she didn’t want to lose her confidence. Rigor’s place would always be Sutcliffe’s compound to her and she didn’t want to spend any more nights there than she had to because it was having an effect on her conviction that she belonged in the Kindred. After all, how could she be equal to Raven or Swift when she couldn’t look at the spot Saint had fallen in without getting nauseous?
But Brodie was right, they couldn’t abandon Swift there, the Kindred had chosen Rigor’s as their base and so that was where Brodie needed to be. If she could keep him here and lose herself in him then she would, but it would be selfish to ask him to stay just because Rigor’s place made her feel vulnerable. Swift needed backup and it made her sick that she didn’t feel secure in being able to provide that support.
“You should go,” she said, opening her hand on his heart as she rose to meet his eye.
His brow furrowed. “You want to stay, but you want me to go,” he said. He wasn’t often confused, but she heard it in his tone now. “This from the woman who was begging to be allowed to come on the last trip.”
Learning that it wasn’t easy to evade the truth with him peering at her, she traced her fingertips up and down his sternum. “I have to check in at CI. I have to see what’s going on. Julian’s right, it will do the others good to see me there.”
Her closest colleague at CI had always been Grant. She wasn’t concerned with synergy because those left working there would have to learn to get along without her soon enough. But it seemed like a reason he might buy. “They’ll have questions,” he said, wearing a scowl. “Do you want to deal with that alone?”
