Briggs (Carolina Reapers 7)

“Cormac,” she pled, her eyes locking with mine as she tugged, but I didn’t free her wrists.

“You feel so damned incredible under me.” Just another minute and I’d have her. I’d consume her. I’d fuck her so deep, so hard that she’d feel me for days. I’d brand her the same way she’d branded me years ago.

“I want you!” She nipped at my lower lip and hooked one of her legs around my waist.

A growl rumbled from my chest.

She yanked her wrists from my grip, then cupped my face in her hands. “I need you, Cormac.”

I snapped and drove forward, sinking into her with one long thrust until she held every inch of me.

We both groaned. She felt like heaven, her pussy gripping me in a hot, slick, velvet vise that threatened to strip away every ounce of control I possessed.

“I think I need you more,” I admitted softly, staring into her eyes as her body adjusted to accommodate mine.

She brought her mouth to mine, then rolled her hips. She was ready.

I took her with slow, hard strokes, and each time we came together was better than the last. Every thrust was hotter, sweeter. She met me every time, arching to take me deeper, her body falling into perfect rhythm with mine—as if this was our thousandth time and not our first.

Sweat slicked our skin as we kissed and moaned, joined in every possible way.

I held off my orgasm by the skin of my teeth, pushing past the unbelievable pleasure that threatened to consume me as I drove Bristol toward that edge again, her body tightening as I quickened our pace, driving into her over and over.

“Oh God, I’m right there,” she moaned against my mouth, her fingernails biting into my back and shoulders with a bite of pain that brought my orgasm barreling down my spine.

I adjusted my angle, hitting her clit with each thrust.

It took three, and she came, pulling me right over with her. Pleasure exploded behind my eyes, consumed my entire body in pulsing waves of bliss. It felt like it lasted an eternity and yet was over far too soon.

She went slack in my arms, and I collapsed against her, barely remembering to roll to the side so I didn’t crush her. We were a mess of heaving breaths and cooling sweat as we came down from the high, both leisurely stroking the other along our sides.

“Holy shit,” I muttered into her neck, then kissed the damp skin.

“My thoughts exactly.” She lifted slightly, propping her head on her fist as a satisfied smile played over her lips. “We should have done that a long time ago.”

My chest tightened, filling with an emotion I immediately denied. Lust…now that was something I could handle. We seemed to be perfectly matched in that department.

Lust was safe.

Lust was temporary, even fleeting.

I pulled her head down to mine and kissed her until her breath hitched again. “Then I guess we’d better make up for all the lost time since we only have tonight.”

I took her three more times before she fell into an exhausted sleep, but I couldn’t seem to do the same. Instead, I memorized every detail of her face, from the long thick crescent of her lashes against her cheeks to the glow of her skin in the moonlight that poured in through the window. This one night hadn’t been enough. Hell, I wasn’t sure it was ever going to be enough. I already wanted her again.

This doesn’t mean anything.

Right.

I woke her up with my tongue an hour later just so it could not mean anything all over again.

10

Bristol

“They’re playing here? In town? Tomorrow?” Grace gaped at me from across the table where we were currently having lunch.

“That’s a whole lot of intensity,” I said, making a circular motion with my fork while pointing at her. “And yes to all those questions.”

She dropped her fork on her plate. “And why aren’t you planning to go?”

I shrugged. “That’s relationship stuff. What Cormac and I are doing…” My cheeks flushed, my entire body suddenly too hot in the little bar where we ate. “It’s not a relationship. It was a one-time thing,” I said but even I didn’t sound believable to myself.

Consuming, mind-blowing sex? Definitely.

Wear his number on my back and cheer for him? Not so much.

Cormac had all too easily accepted my proposition, even going as far to say “it never does” when I said what we were doing couldn’t mean anything. And I was fine with that, had to be fine with it. Especially because when I was with him…something was right. I didn’t know how else to explain it. We worked together on a level I never knew possible—he anticipated my needs and took me to new heights. And from the way he’d growled when I’d taken my time with him? He was just as lost for me as I was for him—in the sexual sense.