Brogan (Carolina Reapers 9)

“God,” she moaned, throwing her head back.

I thrust in another finger and then pumped into her, finding a rhythm that made her breath hitch and her grip tighten on my shoulders. Her hips rolled, riding my hand. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t even see it.

Next time I’d spread her out on my bed and take my time with her.

“Your fingers are... so. Damn. Good.”

I swirled my thumb over her clit, then strummed it lightly as I kissed her jaw, her cheek, her ear. “Just wait until it’s my tongue, Fiona. You think this is good? I’ll have you screaming my name when it’s my mouth on you.”

She cried out as I rubbed my thumb against her clit, giving her the friction she craved as she fucked my fingers. Her thighs shivered around my hips, the tremors coming on stronger by the second, and her breaths came in uneven gasps.

“You’re so close,” I whispered. “Come on, sweetheart, let me feel you touch the stars.”

I curled my fingers inside her and stroked her G-spot, and she came like a fucking firecracker, her cries echoing off the walls and ceiling as her body convusled over and over, her pussy fluttering around my fingers.

My cock pulsed in demand, and I leaned against the counter to silence the fucker as she rode out the aftershocks I worked from her with my fingers and thumb.

She was a work of art, and I was going to devour her inch by fucking inch.

Her eyes fluttered open, the blue even more crystalline than usual, and an awestruck smile swept across her face. “Holy shit, Brogan. That was...insane.”

“My pleasure.” I grinned, kissing her softly as I slipped my hand out of her pants, savoring the tiny shudder she gave as I brushed her clit on my way out.

“No, mine,” she said with a breathless laugh. “I mean, thank you.” She shook her head. “That was definitely worthy of some thanks.”

Thanks.

Thank. You.

Because that’s how this had all started, with her thanking me for driving off her clingy ex, and here I was with my hands all over her, and zero desire to stop.

That’s what a good man would do, right? Stop. Back the fuck away.

But I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and take her to the bedroom. I wanted to spend my last hours here fucking her senseless, hearing her moan and scream my name. I wanted to fuck her until we were both too tired to move, let alone make good decisions...and good guys didn’t do that.

Damn, all it would take was a simple tug of fabric—

I jumped away and tried to suck in a lungful of air that didn’t carry her sweet scent, but it was everywhere—all over her, the kitchen...and me.

“Brogan?” She reached for me, and I booked it the hell out of there.

“You know, I think I’ll just change into my suit at the airport,” I called over my shoulder. The airport was safe. There was no fucking Fiona at the airport, or on the plane.

I told myself to swallow the bitter taste of disappointment and deal.

“You’re leaving right now?” She hopped off the counter.

“Yep. My stuff is already in the car!” I called over my shoulder, grabbing my bag of dry-cleaning from the closet as I headed out the door. “Kiss Skye for me!”

I barely remembered my keys as I climbed behind the wheel and backed out of the driveway. Fiona stood in the garage, her mouth agape, her shirt on backwards, as I pulled away from the house with a tight wave of one hand.

I had to get the fuck out of here or I was going to be all over her.

But she was all I thought about as I drove away.

8

Fiona

Skye whined a little in her carrier as I walked into Madeline’s offices, and I smoothed my fingers over her tiny arm. After a short wait, we were ushered back by one of Maddie’s nurses, and within ten minutes, my friend was strolling through the door.

“Okay, little one, what’s going on?” she asked Skye instead of me, fully in doctor mode.

“She barely has a fever,” I explained—just as I had over text an hour earlier. “But I didn’t want to risk anything. Thanks for seeing us so quickly.”

Maddie smiled at me as I shifted Skye out of the carrier on my chest and laid her gently on the little cushioned table so she could check her out. “Anything for my favorite patient,” Maddie cooed to Skye, and I breathed out a sigh of relief.

I’d dealt with plenty of my siblings having fevers before, but usually, my mom carried most of that worry when I was a kid. Now that Skye was solely in my care—especially with Brogan off at an away game? I wasn’t taking any chances.