The Hollow (Preacher Brothers 4)

And the rest had been history.

Our relationship had been fast, maybe confusing and irrational to most, but to me it was fucking perfection. She didn’t care that I had no money, that my life was shit, that my childhood was damaged. I’d told her all about me, the first and only person aside from my brothers who knew the abuse we’d gone through. And she listened, let me get it out, told me she was here for me.

And when she told me about her life, who her father was, I honestly thought she assumed it would scare me away.

Not fucking likely.

She was now tethered to me, my life, my world.

I wasn’t going anywhere for the rest of my life.

I was pulled back to the present when she started lifting up her lower body, grinding herself on me. I never believed in destiny or fate; hell, with the childhood I had, there was no room for thinking things happened for a reason or there was a fucking pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

But having Nadja in my life made me feel like we were destined to be together. I felt that to my soul.

“I want you.” She reached between us and placed her palm right over my erection.

A groan left me at that very light touch, my eyes closed on their own, and I prayed like hell I didn’t come before this even started. She moved her hand up and down my length.

“You’re so hard.” Her voice was so very low but heated from her arousal.

Fuck.

“Baby,” I grunted. “You can’t say that kind of stuff, not unless you want me to come.” I leaned down, took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, and pushed from my mind all other thoughts that didn’t have to do with what was happening right now.

Nadja gripped my biceps and opened her mouth wider. We moved our tongues along each other’s, and the wet sound of our kiss filled my head, causing me to feel drunk, or high, or shit, all of the above. She panted against my lips, spread her legs wider, and I pressed my hips harder into hers. Gently, slowly thrusting against her, I kept thinking about us being naked and how it would feel to have my bare cock deep in her naked pussy.

Not breaking the kiss, I reached between us, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and pushed it up. I wanted us both naked and sweaty when I was finally buried deep inside her. Pulling away from her was hard, but I wanted to get a good look at her. Although taking her in this cheap motel room for the first time wasn’t my idea of romantic, just being with Nadja was perfect.

She raised her upper body, reached for the bottom of her shirt, and pulled the material up and over her head. After tossing it aside, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. And all the while I just stared at her, transfixed by the sight of her gorgeous flesh being uncovered for me.

My mind short-circuited as filthy things consumed my mind, images of us naked and sweaty, panting and gripping each other… filling her up with my cock and seed. Her breasts came free of the cotton restraint, and rosy-peach-colored nipples hardened the instant the chilled air touched them.

My mouth watered for a taste, and although I knew her flesh was soft and sweeter than anything I ever had before, at this moment, it was like I’d never sampled her.

My cock throbbed, the tip wet from pre-cum. I moved back a bit more so she could take her panties off. I all but tore her skirt away from her body, trying to be gentle, but feeling lost in my passion right now.

I was breathing so damn hard as I reached behind my neck to grab a chunk of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I tossed the material aside and moved away only enough to undo my pants and take them off. And then I was right back on her, my naked body against hers, the heat singeing my body.

And when I pressed my dick against her wet slit, I saw the way her eyes widened slightly and heard how her breath hitched.

“God,” she breathed out. “You’re huge.” She licked her lips, and I was riveted to the sight of her bottom lip as it became slightly wet and red from the act. “I’m so ready for you.” She rested fully back on the bed and slowly opened her thighs even more until there was no part of her that wasn’t open for me.

Fuck, her pussy lips parted as well, and I could see how wet, pink, and swollen she was. There was a trimmed thatch of dark hair that covered her mound, but other than that, she was smooth and bare… and all mine.