Rough Edge (Tannen Boys 2)

I mean that. I still think relationships are a ticking time bomb, waiting to destroy you when they inevitably end, but I get why everyone risks it now. Why, even if you know it’ll gut you eventually, it’s worth it to be with the one person who can make every minute mean something. Without them, there’s no risk, but it’s merely an existence, not life.

If I can have one happy day with Erica, I’ll handle any days of pain later. I put off any worries and just focus on the now, a gift I’ve rarely gotten to truly appreciate.

I sit down on my bed, her tiny ass in my lap and her sweet pussy against my thickening cock. “I’ve never had a woman in here before.”

She looks at me skeptically. “I don’t believe that for one second. Teenage Brody Tannen was a bad boy who snuck girls into his room every chance he got, I’d bet money on it.”

I laugh. “You’d lose then. I live in the middle of nowhere. Ain’t nobody coming out here.” The important jump that she came out here to track me down whispers in the air between us, and her smile falls as something deeper takes root.

She runs her fingers through my hair, which is getting a little long, but it feels good when she scratches my scalp and tugs on the strands to get my attention so I’ve let it go longer than usual. “You’re worth chasing, Brody. Worth caring for. Worth sharing with. Worth living every day to the fullest with.”

I swear I hear more, hear things with my heart that her lips aren’t saying because I feel them too. We might both be hesitant to speak the words out loud, but today has changed everything.

Something breaks inside me, something I didn’t even know existed. Or maybe it’s not breaking—it’s healing? Scabbing and scarring over, stronger and better than before. I rise up, throwing her on the bed. “I need you.”

It’s not so much that I need to fuck her but that I need to be inside her the way she’s inside me. She’s in my skin, in my blood, in my . . . heart. And I don’t know what to do with that other than fuck my way into hers too and hope she understands me.

She’s already scrambling, pulling her shirt over her head as I undo her shorts and pull them down her legs. Her hands yank at my shirt, and I duck out of it, then both of us are shoving my jeans down. I reach for the book, grabbing the condom out of its pages, not caring at all that I lost my place because I’ve found one . . . with Erica.

Sheathed, I lean over her, one hand on either side of her head, and slam into her. She instantly spasms below me. “Too much?” I growl, praying she says no.

Her short nails claw at my arms. “More. More. Fuck.” Her eyes pop open, and I can see the pleasure there, the hungry need, and also the absolute pure connection we’ve forged, no matter how hard both of us were fighting it.

It’s there. It’s deep, wide, and powerful. It’s everything I never knew existed. Other people aren’t crazy for feeling like this. I’m just a dumbass who thought they were exaggerating. Now I know they weren’t.

Whatever rollercoaster this woman has me on has already taken me to the highest highs and the lowest lows, but right here, this moment feels like pulling into the safety of home.

Her calves lock around my hips, and she pulls my chest to hers. I don’t want to suffocate her and hold some of my weight back, but she twines in and over me like a vine, taking it all. Her hands lock onto my back, and I freeze to make sure she’s okay. But she’s got other plans.

She uses the bounce of the bed to fuck me from below with shallow thrusts, keeping me inside her slick cunt as she works me. “Fuck, Erica. Keep doing that. You’re gonna make me come. That what you want?”

My face is buried in her hair, surrounded by the scent of her, a combination of oil, hand cleaner, and her shampoo. I rumble words of encouragement in her ear. “You are amazing . . . feels so good . . .” I don’t even know what I say after that because I’m one big ball of sensation and pleasure and my brain can’t form words, only grunting sounds.

I hover right on the edge as long as I can, and then when I can’t take it anymore, I jerk back from her. She cries out at the loss of my cock, but I grab her legs and fold her in half, putting her pretty pussy on display for me. I turn slightly so that I can support her legs with one hand and use the other to finger fuck her. At the same time, I tease her clit with my tongue, and she thrashes, both trying to get more and trying to get away from the onslaught.