The idea of going to the lake on a date with Brick had meant something to her. They didn’t know everything about each other but enough to move onto the next step, and she was more than ready to do that, but clearly, Brick was happy to not have a future together. She’d given her virginity to a man who only wanted to use her.
Tears filled her eyes. Was that what he wanted? To use her?
Just the thought of it made her feel the fool. No, more than a fool, a stupid, blind idiot. The first guy to come into her life and show her some nice attention, and she’d fallen for his act.
That was exactly what it was … an act. He didn’t care about her. He lied to her. There was no love here.
“What’s going on here?” Brick asked.
Callie jerked up. She had been so upset and distracted by her own sadness she hadn’t heard Brick enter. Glancing at the bed, she squared her shoulders. “Nothing. I’m going to head back to my place. I think it’s better this way.”
“Better? Callie, babe, you’re not going anywhere.”
“I have to go.” She ran fingers through her hair. Her hands trembled, and she hated that he saw her like this—teary-eyed, struggling, close to losing it. Brick had made her feel so much, and slowly, he’d torn her apart.
Brick slammed the door closed.
She held her ground, refusing to move as he came toward her. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I don’t want any part of it. I’m not … this isn’t who I am.”
He stood right in front of her, grabbing her bag, and she watched as he tipped out the contents so they landed on the floor. “Let me get one thing straight, Callie. You’re not going anywhere. What part of me telling you that I loved you didn’t you get?”
“All of it. You lied.”
Brick frowned. “When the fuck did I lie?”
“You lie about everything. You lie all the time. Isn’t this what you do? Find women, sleep with them, and then get rid of them?” she asked.
“Wait one second, I never said anything like that. Has one of the guys said anything?” he asked.
“No. I just … I know … okay. I get it.”
“For fuck’s sake, I don’t do that. First of all, I don’t have to. Open your eyes and you’d see there’s a lot of willing pussy around wanting me. Second, I have never in all of my years told another woman that I loved them. I never even told my mom, Callie. You are the woman I’m in love with. I had club business to attend to last night.” He cupped her face, tilting her head back.
“Club business?”
“Yes. It ran on longer than it needed to.” He pressed his head against hers. “I’m not going to lie to you. The truth is … I didn’t want to have this conversation with you, talking about our pasts, so I put off going to the lake.”
“Oh,” Callie said. Guilt filled her. “You didn’t have to do this. We don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to.” She touched his hands where they held her. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.”
She felt ever so guilty. He slammed his lips down on her, and this time, she cupped his face. His tongue traced across her bottom lip, and she released a moan as he pulled her close to him. The hardness of his body was such a turn-on.
Brick let go of her face to run his hands down her back, going to her ass, drawing her close, and deepening the kiss as he plundered her mouth. He broke the kiss to trail his lips to her neck, biting down before sucking on the flesh beneath her ear.
She arched up, feeling an answering pull between her legs. She didn’t want him to stop. His name was a moan spilling from her lips.
“I don’t want you to ever leave me, Callie.” The hands on her ass moved up to cup her tits.
“I won’t leave you. This was a mistake.”
He smiled. “Are you sore?”
“No. I need you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I know you, Brick. I want you. Please. I’m not as soft as you think. I can take you.” She wanted to feel him deep inside her, fucking her, claiming her, making her forget everything.
Brick moved her back toward the bed, and she went willingly.
He dropped her down and she tugged at his leather cut. Then he stepped back, removing his leather cut and letting it drop to the floor before grabbing his shirt and tugging it over his head.
She ran her hands over his chest, loving the tight muscles and the ink that covered him. In her haste this morning, she’d only put on a pair of sweatpants and a large shirt. He stripped them off her within seconds.