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We aren’t close to that.
We’re making love.
Consuming each other.
Intimately joining as only we ever have.
The slowness of his pumps doesn’t weaken their intensity in the slightest. I’m hot all over, my core clenching as it begs for release.
When I clutch Brandon’s ass, digging in my nails, he purrs my name in a virile, hot groan. It has my back arching off the mattress as I struggle to match the perfection of his grinds stroke for stroke.
“God, BJ… it shouldn’t feel this good… making love isn’t supposed to feel this good.”
As his cock thickens more, he rocks into me faster. The pain from earlier is no longer in existence, and nothing but orgasmic tingles are felt.
As our lips lock, lust tears through me like a wildfire. His kiss is as sweet as the rock of his hips but heart blistering. It sends my mind into a tailspin. It feels so good. Almost too good. I may not survive it. You can’t shatter this well and expect to be put back together without hideous scars. It isn’t possible.
Yet, Brandon did it without a single crack to be seen.
As admiration snatches up the last morsel of my sanity, I shudder without control. “Oh God, BJ, oh God. I’m going to come.”
Groaning, he spreads me wider with his sweaty hips, giving me another inch. I feel like I’m on fire. My skin is burning with desire. I expect negative images to pop into my head at any moment. I anticipate to be sickened with regret. I don’t feel either of those things. I feel loved and desired. Cherished. Wanted.So very wanted.
My moans turn into screams when I’m blinded by an earth-shattering climax. I convulse around Brandon’s thick cock as I quiver his name on repeat. The sucks of my pussy as I ride the intense wave entices Brandon to climax along with me. He thrusts in deep before his eyes drop to mine. While staring at me like I’m his world, he brutally comes, filling me with his seed as well as the love shining from his eyes fills my heart.
41
Brandon
“Good morning, punk. Late night? I haven’t heard your voice this groggy since…” Grayson pauses, lost on an excuse. “… since ever. How’s your girl? Did I remove all surveillance for the right reasons?” Don’t misconstrue his words as being caring. You can’t hear his pitch. He’s in full shit-stirring mode.
“Melody is good. She’s sleeping.” As my eyes stray to the master bedroom of our suite, my dick twitches. Even with last night being months in the making, it went above and beyond anything I could have anticipated.
I won’t lie. There was a snippet of hesitation in the minutes leading to penetration, but that had more to do with the fact Melody hadn’t slept with anyone since her assault. I didn’t want to hurt her as much as I didn’t want her recalling what Madden had done to her.
Mercifully, her jest about me wearing socks soon reminded me there was no one in the room with me except the girl I’ve loved for twenty-three years. Her smile when I laughed faded the world away. It was just us—as it should havealwaysbeen.
I recall Grayson asked me a question when he growls down the line. “I swear to God, punk, if you moan one more time, you’ll have to book me in for an appointment with Dr. Avery. She might help me work through my hardness... and I don’t mean with punk-assed words either.”
When the last half of his response comes out with a grunt, my suspicions jump. “Is someone there with you?”
“No one important.” Grayson grunts again before cupping his phone to tell the person beating him that he’s joking. He whispers a few more words after that, but since my dick has just come out of a very long hiatus, I’m not going to repeat them.
The squeak of Grayson’s office chair sounds down the line before its closely followed by his gravelly tone. “I did call for a reason.”
“I’m listening,” I assure when he pauses for dramatics.
I hear him scrub at his jaw before he sighs. “Do you recall that time I piggybacked off Isaac’s hacker’s server?”
“The same server you infiltrated when Alex granted me access to Regan’s laptop?” When he hums out an agreement, my jaw firms. “Grayson… things are just working out for those two. Don’t fuck it up for them. Alex will kill you if you put Regan on the opposing team again.”
“I’m not putting her on the opposing team. I’m using her connections to putyouon the opposing team.”
“Huh?”
I realize I voiced my confusion out loud when Grayson responds to it. “Or should I say, ‘your father on the opposite team.’” His chair pops back into place before fingers stroking a keyboard boom down the line. “We’ve got enough evidence to take down your father, we just don’t have any fucker with big enough gonads to go after him.” I almost correct him until he adds, “Legally.If we weren’t agents, we would have gotten the job done months ago.”
He’s not lying. If you thought Madden was a sick fuck, there won’t be enough derogative words in your vocabulary to describe my father. Do you recall all those years ago when Grayson called me to tell me Melody was at the airport? Can you remember the name on one of the legitimate-looking invoices I pushed across my father’s desk while hunting for clues he had bribed the admission clerk at Browns?
