Page 9 of Make Me Fool You

Brianna

Honestly, my mother drives me nuts. And it’s time to get a breath away from her.

We stand outside, waiting for the valet to get James’s truck. He reaches over and settles his arm around my shoulders. I shiver and I know I should make him move that damn arm. But the problem is I don’t want to.

I feel safe when he holds me. Safe from the obnoxious interference in my life from my family. Safe from people who act like my friends and then stab me in the back.

“Are you alright?” he asks gently.

I shake my head and sigh. “I don’t want to talk about it, James. Just take me home.”

He nods his head but I can see him watching me the whole time.

He helps me in when his truck pulls up and then I sigh and lean into the cool glass. Closing my eyes I zone out and try to push my thoughts back.

“We’re here, princess.” James gently shakes my shoulder and I open my eyes, surprised that I actually relaxed enough to fall asleep.

I step out when he holds his hand out. He walks me to the door and then leans in to kiss my cheek. “Have a good night, baby. Don’t let the bitches get you down.”

When he turns to walk away, my heart clenches in my chest. I don’t want him to leave. I want what he gives me with no qualms. Safety, security, happiness.

“James,” I whisper. He turns immediately even though my voice is a bare thread of sound in the dark of the night.

“Yeah, Bri?”

I close my eyes, terrified of what I’ll see. “Stay.”

I can feel the heat from his big body. “Open your eyes,” he growls, his deep voice gruff and gravelly.

I open my eyes and gasp when I see him standing over me, his green eyes sparkling with desire.

“What do you want, baby girl? I want the words.”

My lips open before I can talk myself out of what I’m about to do. “I want you, James. I need you.” It may not be fair to use him but we can both benefit and I just can’t think beyond the need for his touch. The need for how he makes me feel.

He groans. “Give me your keys.”

I hand him my keys and he crowds me into the door when he pushes the key in and turns it. I should feel claustrophobic. Feel that need to escape that I always feel when men do this to me.

But not with James. For some reason I trust this man with all of me. Heart, soul and body.

The world spins on its axis when he throws me over his shoulder.

“Whoa! James!” I squeal, laughing wildly.

His big hand caresses my ass and he chuckles. “You’re taking too long. Where’s the bedroom?”

But we barely make it three steps inside the hall before he whirls around and I feel the world spin again. I barely find my feet under me before he picks me up again and slams me into the wall, growling, “Fuck it!”

His hands start tearing at my dress and I feel the seams rip. My heart thumps wildly in my chest and I scrabble at his back. His big hand trails up my bare thigh and my legs wrap around his waist, wine spikes digging into his muscled backside.

“Don’t you dare drop those legs, baby. I wish to fuck I could make this last but you’ve been teasing me so fucking long I’m not sure I can.”

Whimpering, I wriggle in his arms, desperate to get closer. Feel more of his body pressed against me. My hands rip at his dress shirt and he pins my body with his, his hands tearing at the shirt until it rips off and buttons ping to the four corners of the room.

My eyes drink in the sight of him. My fingers trail down his bare chest. He’s got muscles on muscles and when my fingers touch his warm skin, his stomach contracts and the deep v leads my fingers lower still until my deft digits slip inside his waistband.

He grunts when my hand wraps around his throbbing shaft. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop, Bri!”

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