The house was ridiculously quiet, Hut having come and gone yet again, but this time he’d ignored me altogether, and I was so thankful I couldn’t even put it into words. My head pounded, and my throat burned, but it was nothing compared to my swollen eye. I could barely open it, but I wasn’t going to let it stop me from searching for a way out of this place. If anything, the bruises marring my flesh boosted me to move quicker, to put the plan in motion, and finally put an end to all of this.
A listing at the end of the ten pages caught my attention, and I clicked on it, my stomach somersaulting as I scanned the words.
Holy shit. I could afford this place.
I searched the apartment block, going on to Google Maps and looking at the area. It was only a ten-minute walk to the diner, and five to the college. It was the perfect location. I hit expand on the pictures and frowned at the state it was in, but I didn’t really care. My mind was already mentally writing an email to the agency as I opened another tab. Within a couple of minutes, I’d sent it and was staring at my screen waiting for a response.
My laptop pinged, and I practically jumped off the bed. My hand moved to my mouth, trying to hold in the squeak as I clicked it open. And there, typed in black and white, was a time for an appointment to view it and a request for references.
Shit. This was happening. This was really happening.
My gaze flicked over to all my belongings lined against my wall, and my fingers itched to start packing them, but I was getting ahead of myself. I was thinking too much into it. I needed to slow down. First, I had to email them back Sal’s information, and then wait three days to view the place.
A deep breath rattled my chest, but a smile spread on my face. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so happy, so unequivocally happy. I was so far in my own head that I didn’t hear anyone coming up the stairs until knuckles were rapping on my door. The sound burst my bubble as fast as a pin to a balloon.
“What?” I huffed and slammed my hands on my hips as I turned to stare at the door.
“Lola?”
Goose bumps prickled over my skin at Brody’s voice, and I leaped forward to open the door. “Brody?” My voice was low, scared to say his name too loud in case anyone else was in the house.
His head snapped up, his dark eyes swirling. “I need you,” he stammered out as he clutched my doorframe.
I took him in, my gaze landing on the dried blood and dirt on his hands. “What happened?” I grabbed his arm, looking out in the hallway and then dragged him into my room, locking the door behind us.
“I…” He stood in the middle of my room, making the space look smaller than it already was. “Some shit went down.” He shook his head, his eyes focusing on me, halting on my swollen eye. “I can’t tell you.”
I pursed my lips. “I don’t think I want to know.”
“You don’t,” Brody said, his voice getting deeper. The silence stretched between us, but he didn’t move from his spot on the floor.
“Brody?”
He didn’t answer me, his eyes looking at me but he wasn’t really here, he was in his own head, back to whatever had happened.
“Old man?”
His mouth tipped up into a smirk. Finally. This was the Brody I knew. “Sorry,” he murmured.
“Where’d you go?”
He shook his head and stepped forward. “Nowhere important.” His hands gripped my hips, and he yanked me toward him. “I need you.”
“I’m right here,” I whispered.
His lips slammed against mine, his hands grasping my waist and picking me up. I had no idea what was happening, or where his mind was at, but it didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was that he needed me.
Our clothes were gone within seconds, and then his lips were creating paths over my body, pulling my puckered nipples into his mouth and letting them out with a pop. He was ravenous, and it made me all the more excited. Caveman Brody was one thing, but desperate Brody was an entirely different beast.
His finger slipped between my folds, circling my clit, and then dipping inside. He wasn’t slow, he was fast and hard, something I craved right then. His teeth sank into the soft flesh of my inner thigh. The pain mixed with the pleasure had a moan blasting out of me. I’d never been so turned on in my entire life.
“Brody…” I panted for breath as his tongue lapped over my nipple.
He looked up at me, his eyes were the darkest I’d ever seen them, a raw need shining in their depths. He growled low in his throat, causing my stomach to flutter.
Brody didn’t glance away as he added another finger and rubbed his thumb against my clit. Words had escaped me at this new side of Brody. He wasn’t waiting for me, he was taking whatever he wanted, and I was freely letting him.
“I need to fuck you,” he dictated, his voice dangerously low.