Until We Fly (Beautifully Broken 4)

“You recovered yet?”

Brand raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t have time to answer before I pull his shorts down a bit.

He yanks backward, staring at me in shock. But I don’t give him time to process it. I drop my shorts, then sit immediately on his lap, without pause or foreplay.

I slide down the length of his already hard dick, my softness and warmth enveloping him.

“Jesus,” Brand sighs again. I smile against his neck as I cling to him.

“You’re going to come in me this time,” I tell him softly.

“Yes, m’am,” he answers huskily, lifting my hips with his hands as we rock together. I love the way his hands can span my waist. I love the way he makes me feel small and delicate and feminine. I love the way he fills me up.

I sigh into his mouth as his tongue invades mine.

We’re in the middle of broad daylight and neither one of us cares.

We rock together until Brand finally throws his head back with his release.

And then he holds me close to his chest, while we both regain our bearings.

Slowly, the world comes back into focus and I glance up at him.

“See? You’re not going to know what you did before me.”

He closes his eyes in the sun and suddenly my own words scare me.

Because maybe I won’t either.

Chapter Twelve

Brand

I’m an asshole.

I’m an asshole.

I’m an asshole.

That’s all I can think as we drive back toward the cottage, with the radio up and the wind in our hair.

It’s a perfect day, and I just fucked Nora Greene in the middle of broad daylight, after basically agreeing to a summer fling.

What the fuck am I doing?

Nora chooses this moment to reach over and grab my hand, holding it tightly while she drives. She doesn’t look at me, she just gazes at the road and then the lake, then the road again.

Her red hair gleams under the sun, her skin luminous and creamy and my gut tightens.

What the fuck? Nothing good can come of this.

Why, then, does it feel so good?

Her hand feels perfectly at home inside of mine.

And you weren’t arguing about your dick being inside of her mouth, either, my fucking devil side tells me persuasively.

I sigh.