Sexy Six (The Bennett Brothers 2)

“Baby, I’m not opposed to PDA, but I think people may be actually filming this.”

I twist to find all eyes in the café are on us, a few phones zoned our way. Nicolas is no longer at the table, but instead is leaning against the front door with a small smile. He waves then leaves.

“Does this mean you don’t hate me for leaving? You’re not mad at me anymore?” I focus back on Nick.

“Never.”

“Why haven’t you called? God, Nick, I’ve been so ashamed of not telling you my change of plans, and so confused about the state of our relationship.”

“There’s a lot we need to talk about, but not here.”

I scramble down and reach for my things.

“Miss Grace, this is for you.” The waitress hands me my food packaged in a to-go bag, and I hug her.

“Thank you.” I slip money in her apron and squeal when I’m hoisted in Nick’s arms.

“If you take a right at the corner—” I begin to give him directions.

“I know where you live, Grace. I’ve already been there and had your landlord let me in.” He stalks down the street expertly.

“I can walk.”

“Fuck no, I’ll get us there faster. And quick warning, Grace, seeing you with that man has me in a mood.”

His eyes burn with heat, desire, and hunger. An all-over body tremble runs through me, and I give him a seductive grin.

The last few weeks… hell, the last few months evaporate from my mind. Nick is here, with me, and I’m going to take advantage of every second.

A craving takes over, and I curl into him, licking along his cheek until my mouth is at his ear.

“Your moods don’t scare me.”

“More,” Nick orders, thrusting deep and pinning me to the wall with his body.

“I can’t,” I whimper, clinging to him.

“More.”

His movements slow, rocking in and out of me. He slides his hand between us, circling my clit while sucking hard on the tendon at my neck. Each stroke rubs deliciously inside my already hypersensitive flesh. I find enough strength to squeeze my core as tight as I can, feeling the constriction everywhere.

“Fuck, Grace, stop that shit.” He’s panting, his arm muscles starting to bulge.

“It’s too much.” Black spots cloud my vision as the boiling starts at the base of my stomach and spine.

There’s nothing gentle about this. He owns me, every part of me down to the two orgasms he already demanded I give him as he drove into me relentlessly. This is raw, unfiltered sex, reminding me exactly why I belong to him.

“I’m going to fuck you until you promise to never flirt with another man.” He drives deep, licking along the curve of my neck and cupping my ass with brutal strength. The sensations are too much. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, scorching me from the inside.

“I promise,” I yell into the room, squirming wildly.

“Promise you will never leave me again.”

“Never.” My voice grows hoarse as I chase my release.

“Promise you’re mine forever.”

“Forever.”