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He didn’t speak, busy swirling his tongue around my nipple. It went on and on, alternating between gentle nipping and sucking. My focus revised to the bolts of pleasure transferring between my sensitive breasts to my core. A garbled moan threatened to break free when his fingers sank inside my pussy.
His breath harshened at my refusal to let him know how it affected me. But when he scraped my G-spot, I could no longer hold it in. My arms pumped like a fish out of water, body threatening to shoot off the couch. I started riding toward an orgasm, my hips moving with his fingers.
We both cursed at the same time.
“Fuck,” I sobbed while his swear word came out angry. In one quick swoop, he undid his pants to free himself and slid inside me with minimal resistance. My pussy throbbed around him as his larger-than-life frame towered over my smaller one.
He kept his pants on, the rough fabric rustling against my bare thighs as he fucked me, keeping me pinned to the edge of the couch. The orgasm had deflated me and I was past caring what it meant to surrender to him. I merely wanted to forget, even if it was him that I was trying to forget.
My toes curled when the second orgasm hit me, my nails digging into his back. His guttural groan intensified with each thrust, pushing into me over and over until his hips could no longer move and I was trembling.
“Fuck, Mia.” He slammed inside one last time before the same exhaustion took him.
Brandon never fucked me like this. He generally took more care, but there was too much anger laced into his actions. The orgasm had been so ferocious in its nature that I couldn’t speak for several moments and turned into jelly underneath him. Out of learned instinct, I wrapped my arms around his neck when he rained kisses down mine. It was several moments before my faculties returned, and I remembered what he had done.
I shoved him off me. “Take me home.”
* * *
The drive back from Brandon’s house was cringeworthy at best. I would have taken an Uber, but I didn’t want to endure an Uber ride with ripped clothes while reeking of sex. I considered rummaging through Brandon’s closet and changing into one of my outfits but something told me that if I ventured into his bedroom, I wouldn’t re-emerge for hours. There was too much anger pounding through him, and I refused to be his outlet a second time.
Brandon’s muscles were wound tight. His grip on the steering wheel flexed as he drove, stealthy gaze bouncing between me and the road. By the time we neared my neighborhood, silence inundated the car.
“There’s no turning back. No pauses. No waiting,” he declared abruptly. “Do you understand?”
No. I didn’t understand. Nor did I feel like speaking to him after what transpired between us.
“I asked you a question, Mia.”
“I heard you.”
“Yet you refuse to answer.”
I said nothing. My sadness was overturned by rage, the one festering from Brandon’s betrayal. But giving away my hand would only jump start his wrath. I needed a plan before engaging and had to keep him on even keel until such time.
My silence revived Brandon’s ire. Grabbing my chin, he turned my face to meet his eyes. Desire clashed behind them, inflamed by my refusal to agree.
After some contemplation, he broke the silence. “Pack a bag when you get inside. We’re leaving for the Hamptons first thing tomorrow.”
My eyes widened in surprise, both from the abrupt change of topic to the suggestion. It seemed comical after all that took place. “What? I can’t go to the Hamptons—” I started my protest.
“Tell your parents that you were invited to a friend’s beach house,” he cut me off.
“You want me to lie to my parents?”
He glanced at me evenly. “No. I’m a friend, who invited you to their beach house. All of it is true.”
I forced back a sarcastic laugh. Life was so simple when you were Brandon Fucking Cooper.
Parties at the Hamptons were popular for college-bound kids from my previous high school, so Brandon’s story wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities. However, my parents weren’t allowed to make decisions about me due to their repeatedly poor judgment calls. Exhibit A: they would have no idea that I had no friends, let alone ones with beach houses in the Hamptons.
“My parents wouldn’t care. They’d ask me to check with Raven.” There was no way in hell Raven would agree to this.
Brandon made a disgusted noise. He always hated how easily Reese and Tessa had relinquished their parental rights to my older siblings. “Raven and Reid went out of town for a couple of days. We’ll be back before they return.”
My eyes widened. Raven had been dragging Reid to various facility tours, hoping he’d check into rehab. It’s the reason she had been distracted while I had carried on my transgressions with Brandon. I had no idea how Brandon knew this information but wasn’t surprised to look down at my phone and find an unread text waiting from Raven, no doubt explaining the same.
“You don’t exactly have the grounds to sayno,” he added as an afterthought.
