Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“They could if you wanted them to,” she says and then backs away, intent on joining the other women. She winks at me. “Just sayin’.”
CHAPTER 26
Drake
This should feel like old hat by now… coming to Brienne’s house after a game. I’ve got no guilt in not going home as I know the boys are asleep and Kiera is caring for them. She’s feeling much better, although still a bit tired, but she insisted I go out after tonight’s game. While I didn’t directly say what I’d be doing, she assumed I’d be seeing Brienne.
As I walk up the steps, Brienne opens the door, and I about swallow my tongue to find her in lingerie.
Sexy scraps of black silk and lace cover her breasts, and a tiny triangle points toward the apex of her legs. She’s wearing her trademark sinful heels… black strappy sandals with a four-inch, gold-plated spike.
“Jesus,” I murmur as I take her in.
Brienne’s hand slides up the edge of the door, and she leans against it in a sensual pose. Her smile is wicked. “You like?”
“I love,” I mutter, then immediately add on so my meaning can’t be construed otherwise, “That outfit is what wet dreams are made of.”
Brienne reaches for my belt buckle and tugs me inside. I shut the door and let her lead me by the hand into her bedroom. My eyes are pinned on her ass, completely bared except for a thin piece of lace nestled between her cheeks.
I stay at her mercy, just out of curiosity. I’m usually running the show, and she usually bends to my will, but tonight she seems to want the lead.
Brienne pushes me down onto a bench that sits at the end of her king-size bed. She kneels between my legs, and my breath hitches as I watch her slender fingers work to open my pants.
“You played a great game,” she says, as fixated on what she’s doing as I am. She frees my cock, already stiff and aching, and squeezes it. “As owner of the team, I wanted to show you my sincerest appreciation.”
She bends over me, intent on wrapping that warm mouth around my dick, but my hand rests against the front of her throat and I hold her off. She watches me curiously.
I shake my head. “Give me Brienne. Not the owner of the team.”
Warmth floods her expression and her lips curve upward. “Okay,” she whispers. “You’ll only get me.”
“Good answer,” I growl, my hand slipping around to the back of her neck.
The best answer, really.
I push her down, and then her hot mouth is on me, drawing me in deep, and she sucks so hard, I might hear angels singing.
I hiss in pleasure as Brienne goes down on me, but truly, it’s not enough right now. The last few days I’ve been obsessed with how she helped Kiera and my boys. I’ve berated myself for having feelings about it, and then berated myself for being pissed for having feelings about it.
I want to get back to just doling out orgasms, and taking a few in return, but it’s not enough anymore.
This woman would suck me dry if I let her right now, and she’d love every minute of it. There’s probably not a man alive who would have the strength to push her off, and yet, that’s exactly what I do.
My cock pops free, and she frowns. “What’s wrong?”
I haul her off the floor and into my arms, answering her with a punishing kiss. My teeth clash against hers as one hand drops to her ass. I squeeze her hard before letting my finger trace the lace that disappears down the crack of her ass.
Brienne groans as I stroke her there, her hands fisted into my shirt as if she might fall. I slip my finger further, inching it under the silk to slide it deep into her pussy. So fucking wet already, I might lose my mind.
“I need inside you,” I mutter against her mouth. “Right now.”
“Yes,” she whispers before kissing me. Her hands work at the buttons of my shirt, but I don’t have time for it.
When I said I need in her now, I meant now.
I pick her up and walk around the bed, tossing her on it. I climb right on top of her, her legs willingly spreading to draw me in.
Breathing hard, neither of us needs words. We work as a team to achieve the same goal. I push my pants down farther, taking my cock in hand. Brienne’s fingers slip into her panties and she pulls the crotch aside. We both pin our gazes between our bodies as I notch against her wet cunt and drive in hard and deep.
“F-u-u-u-c-k,” I groan as Brienne lets out a strangled cry.
It’s too much and not enough. I gather her in close and press my forehead to hers. I’m still fully clothed, inside her without even taking off her panties, and yet this is the most intimate thing I’ve ever done with a woman. The clawing desire to be inside her almost drives me crazy, and even though my blood rages with need, I’ve never felt more settled.