Rough Love (Tannen Boys 1)

He sounds as emotionally wrung out as I am, but thankful, so thankful that I’m here in his arms finally as he holds me tight, my cheek pressed to his chest. The rumble of his words vibrates against me as he murmurs into my hair. “You are so goddamn beautiful, woman. Outside,” I feel his fingers toying with the loose ends of my hair, “and inside.”

He squeezes me again, the smallest shudder going through him. “So strong, so brave,” he whispers, and then quiets. After a silent breath, he continues, “You turned your pain into power and wear it like a crown. Don’t shrink yourself for me or anyone. Be this big hearted, loud, proud, amazing woman that you are. Because she is fucking stunning. I want it all, the full spectrum of whatever you’re feeling, thinking – whatever it is, I can take it, always. Just share it with me, share your heart with me…”

He’s still pleading his case, doesn’t believe that he’s had my heart all along too. “I love you,” I say into his chest. “I always have.”

“Fuck, baby.” The words are choked out, a sense of completeness surrounding us. There’s a finality to the moment, but also an exciting fresh start at the same time.

Yes, that’s what I want. I’m naked emotionally, so bare and open that it spills over to my adrenalin-filled body. I let go of Bruce’s arms to pull at my own shirt, wiggling to get it up in the tight space between us.

“Al?” Bruce questions delicately, though his voice is pure gravel.

“Fuck me, Bruce. No more defenses, no more secrets, no more ‘before’. Everything changes right here, right now. It’s just us, and I love you.” I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. This is the moment everything begins.

“I love you too, but we don’t have to right now. I know you’re raw.” His words are ones of tenderness, of sweetness, and I appreciate that. But it’s not what I want, it’s not what we need.

I find myself, the bold and brash girl who lived life wide open with no fear. She hid for so long, but I’ve got her back now and she’s dancing on top of those demon boxes like she’s a fucking queen. I get my shirt off, tossing it mindlessly behind me. Bruce’s eyes lock on my breasts. They’re heavy with need, my nipples hard against my thin bra.

“Bruce.” I wait for his eyes to drift up, which takes a flatteringly long second like he can’t look his fill of me. When he does meet my gaze, I can see the fiery, smoldering heat there in his dark eyes and also the warm depth of love.

“I want to start over right now with you buried so deep inside me that we’re one, finally. Always. Like we were meant to be. I want you to take me to the bedroom and fuck me. Hard, rough. Show me that you know I can take it, that I can handle you at your best. Don’t treat me like I’m damaged. Fuck me, Bruce.” My voice is steady, no doubt that I mean every word.

His jaw is hard, his words fierce. “You’re not fucking damaged, Al. You’re perfect, and you’re mine. Just like you were always meant to be.”

He pushes at me, leaving no doubt about where we’re going or who’s in charge here. We’re dancing, but it’s not like before. This isn’t me unsure of anything. This is him stepping me back toward my bedroom to take me, both of us knowing it’s exactly what I want.

When he shuts the door behind us, it’s like all the air gets sucked out of the room and I can only breathe him. Sweat and earth and the underlying musk that is all Bruce surrounds me.

He reaches behind his neck, pulling his shirt over his head without his eyes ever leaving mine. “Get naked, baby.” The gruff order washes over me, bringing goosebumps out along my flesh. “I don’t want anything between us ever again. Not even a fucking pair of panties.”

I swear to God, I almost come right then and there. A shudder of pleasure shoots down my spine as I reach behind my back to undo my bra.

Bruce is faster, dropping his shorts and toeing off his tennis shoes at the same time. I freeze, my fingers in the waistband of my own shorts, when I see his thick cock bared before me. I don’t think. I just do exactly what I want.

I drop to my knees in front of him.

“Allyson?” he grits out. He wants this from me, but he’s still holding back, being careful with me as he watches my every reaction.

I glare up at him in challenge and lick a long line along the underside of his cock, from his balls to his crown. I lay a chaste kiss there, letting the bead of precum paint my lips. “Do you want me to kiss you sweetly and softly?”