Rough Edge (Tannen Boys 2)

My threat holds no weight because as soon as I say the words, I go back to kissing down his neck to where it joins his shoulder. A good bite in the muscle there has him taking steps double-time as I bounce and laugh in his arms. “Brody!”

I fly through the air and bounce as I land on my bed. He follows, and we get down to round two.

Both of us are early risers, even with the night’s activities. So I wake to find Brody curled around as the big spoon to my little spoon. I can feel his hardness, and I wiggle my hips a bit, encouraging him. “Good morning,” I whisper in the darkness of the pre-dawn.

“Mmm, good morning.” His voice is gravelly with sleep, but he grinds against me.

I arch, and he moves his hips, slipping between my legs. I buck my hips, sliding along his length and coating him with my arousal. I swear, I’m always wet when he’s around, but especially when he’s in my bed, all soft and sleepy.

“Condom.”

His hands tighten on me. “Can we just do this? I won’t go in bare, but just slide on me, use me.”

I look over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. There’s no deceit, no doubt there, just pure need and hope. The thought of feeling him skin on skin is too tempting to say no to. I slip my pussy along his cock, over and over, liking the idea of leaving my juices all over him. Marking him with my essence the way I marked his neck last night. I’m not a possessive woman, but fuck if that idea doesn’t turn me on, and I buck faster, searching for my orgasm. Not for my own pleasure but to coat him with it.

He reaches over my hip, finding my clit easily and helping me get there. He rubs me, mimicking what he watched me do last night perfectly, tapping and petting me as he growls in my ear.

“Fuck, Lil Bit. I’m gonna come. Can I come on you like this?”

His cum on my skin is equally filthy and also arousing as hell. “God, yes, come on me, Brody.”

My words are enough to send him over, and he jerks behind me. I feel the heat of his cum this time, feel him rubbing it onto my clit and using it to slide his fingers against me faster and harder. “Come on me too. I want to feel you come with nothing between us. Please.”

Brody Tannen does not beg. In the bedroom or anywhere else. I know this as well as I know I don’t beg, either. But damn if that order with the request at the end doesn’t send me spiraling. I come hard, feeling every inch of him behind me and between my legs. He encourages me, whispering in my ear how beautiful I look when I let go and telling me to keep going and give him more. I take delight in the sweetness of his words as I filthily cover him with my cream.

Who knew I’d be into that? Certainly not me. Guess I’m learning things every day, about Brody and even about myself.

We sag, sweaty and messy, and I make a note to wash my sheets today. Brody lays a kiss to my shoulder, his morning scruff a bit scratchy in a good way, and disappears for the bathroom. A minute later, he’s back with a wet washrag which I use to wipe up as he looks on, proud as a peacock at the mess we made.

“We’ve got another hour to rest before we have to get going for the day. Wanna move to the couch?” he offers. He holds out a hand, taking the corner of the cloth and tossing it to the hamper in the corner.

“You’re pretty good at adulting. I think most folks would just fall back into bed, fighting over who had to lie in the wet spot and leave the cleanup rag on the floor.”

I mean it as a joke, but as we walk to the couch and settle in, my back to his chest between his spread legs, he doesn’t laugh. In fact, he’s gone quiet. “Been adulting for a long time. After my mom died, I was it. I was technically grown, but not really, you know what I mean? Overnight, though, I grew up real fast. I took care of my family the best way I knew how. I kept the animals working, did both dad’s and my share around the farm, kept them all safe and protected. And yeah, I did laundry too.”

I remember his words of understanding about my keeping my secret from Dad. This is Brody letting me into his past, his secrets. I’m quiet, listening and taking each of them into my heart, holding them more delicately than I thought I’d be capable of.