Page 1 of Brother In Arms

Prologue

Rush

“Harder!” she gasped, and I felt a wicked grin curve my lips.

“Yeah? You want it?” I murmured by her ear and she locked her legs around my hips, digging her nails into my ass, pulling my cock deeper.

“I want it,” she affirmed, her breath heavy with the scent of the bourbon she’d drunk.

We were at The Spot and feelin’ fucking fine. I had her luscious ass backed into a corner, in the alcove by the bathrooms. Her short denim skirt riding high, her thin scrap of panties moved aside and my cock buried balls deep inside her.

It was a classless hookup but she’d been all in, giving me eyes from across the bar for the better part of an hour before I’d left Nox and Arch and wandered over. She moved her hand from my ass and dragged my mouth to hers and fuck she tasted amazing; like that bourbon and brown sugar. Some kind of alluring concoction of the liquor she’d been knocking back and her lip gloss, and I couldn’t get enough.

“You like that?” I demanded and she gasped.

“Yeah,” her voice was breathy with passion and her body gripped mine like a glove. I bowed my head and nipped the side of her neck, pounding into her, her long brown hair done in twin braids gave her this hot, sexy, little-miss-innocent look while her eyes; heavy lidded with passion told me just what a little minx she was.

She was far from innocent, and knew just how to fire me up; she laughed softly and I thrust as deep as I could go, turning the light sound into a deep, guttural moan.

“Tell me your name,” I demanded and she smiled a secret little smile.

“No… and don’t you dare stop,” she muttered by my ear and added gasoline to the burn in my blood even more. I fucked this bitch in the back of the bar, where anyone could happen by and see us, and all I could think was how I wanted more. She was both the sun beating down on me and a cool drink of water on the same long hot day, and I was one thirsty son of a bitch.

---