Laughter tears from my throat as I sprint to my door and hastily flick the lock before hurdling over my bed and slamming my closet door. My heart races, hearing Tanner’s feet on the stairs, sprinting faster than humanly possible.
He goes for my bedroom door first, and I watch with bated breath as the handle wiggles, finding resistance. “Brielle Ashford,” he rumbles. “You feisty little pocket rocket, open this motherfucking door right this second.”
“Oh no,” I cry. “My brittle little fingers. I couldn’t possibly do something like that.”
The door handle wiggles again, and not a second later, I hear him down the hall, breaking in through the hallway closet and up into the crawlspace. My heart hammers erratically, excitement pounding through my veins. I had intended that text as nothing more than a tease, but now that he’s here with this desperation to get to me, something tells me this is only going to end one way.
A light thud sounds from within my walk-in closet, and a gasp sails through my lips as I press my back up against the locked door, feeling all too smug with myself. “Brielle,” he demands, his voice sailing through the door, so fucking close to me that a shiver sails across my skin.
Butterflies claim my stomach as I swallow hard. “Yes? Is there something you need?”
“If I get in there to find you going to town on yourself without me, I’m going to be pissed.”
“What a shame you’re so far away,” I tease. “If only you were in here to do something about it. Though, I’m a little lost. I can’t decide which toy to replace you with. Any thoughts?”
A soft laugh sounds through the door as I hear him moving around inside, and not a moment later, he’s back, standing right by the door. “You can use every fucking toy you’ve got, but not one of them will be a suitable replacement for me. They’ll never make you feel how I can.”
“Oh yeah, big guy?” I murmur, the very thought of how he makes me feel leaving me desperate for his touch. “Pretty confident there.”
I can almost hear his cocky smirk. “Damn right, I am,” he says as I hear the distinct sound of metal against metal.
“Tanner?” I question, my brows furrowed. “What are you doing?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he laughs. “These are some nice hangers you’ve got in here. Nice and bendy, a bit like you.”
The sound gets louder and my eyes widen, realizing he’s using the wire hangers to unlock the door. My heart lurches as I whip around to grip the handle, but it’s too late, the door tears open and I fall inside the open door. Tanner’s arm whips out and braces my waist.
He presses me up against the wall of my walk-in closet, his hips pinning me against it. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding onto him as those dark eyes stare right into my soul. “Can your toys do this?” he questions, his chest right up against mine as his breath brushes over my skin. He grinds his cock against me, making me groan. “What about that?”
“Mmmm, maybe,” I murmur. “I’m going to need more information. What else can you do?”
Tanner leans in, capturing my lips with his, the hunger pulsing through him and right into me. It’s criminal to make me feel like this, so desperate and full of desire. I need him inside of me. I need him to fuck me until I’m shattered.
Unable to wait, I grip his shirt and yank it over his head, needing to feel his defined muscles beneath my fingers. Tanner’s body pulls back just an inch, his hips keeping me pinned enough to free his hands. Without hesitation, he tears my tank right off my body, leaving it in tattered scraps on the floor.
“Holy shit,” I pant, pushing my bra strap off my shoulder, needing to feel his touch over every inch of my skin. He reads me perfectly, stripping me naked, and before I can scream in desperation, he slams that thick, veiny cock deep inside of me.
My head tips back against the wall, my hands gripping onto his shoulders as he fucks me hard. Hell, I can’t even be sure that he took a second to wrap his equipment, but I trust him with everything I am. He’ll never cross my boundaries.
His cock stretches me, filling me to the brim as his pelvis grids against my clit, sending a wave of overwhelming pleasure rocking through me. “Killer,” he grunts, thrusting into me again. “I could fuck this tight little pussy until I die.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, his words making me feel like the most desirable woman who ever lived, and just to show him how much I appreciate them, I clench around him, each of us groaning at the instant satisfaction.