Awakened (Steel Brothers Saga 16)

But she doesn’t push me away. She doesn’t tell me to stop. No. She returns my kiss with equal rage and strength. Equal lust and passion.

And that just spurs me on.

I’m ready to lift her dress and take her right here in the Fortnight parking lot. Fuck her against my car, grab those luscious tits and squeeze them while I thrust into her heat.

Fuck. I want it. I want it all.

I’m ready. Ready to take her. Shove my cock so far into her that she’ll never recover.

I’m crazy with lust. Insane with rage and passion.

But I also need to fucking breathe.

I pull away harshly.

She wipes her hand across her swollen lips. “Dale…”

“I need you,” I say, my voice as low as I’ve ever heard it. “If you don’t want me, do not get into my car.”

“I do—”

“I’m serious, Ashley. If you get in that car, we’re going straight to the Carlton to get a room, and I’m going to fuck you all night. So if you don’t want that, I swear to you, do not get into my car.”

She smiles, her lips trembling. Then she walks to the passenger side of the car and touches the handle.

“I mean it,” I say. “If you get into that car, I will fuck you.”

“Please,” she says. “Please, Dale.”

“No turning back. I swear to God I’m going to use you up tonight. This is your last chance to say no. Getting in that car is your consent, and damn it, I will hold you to it.”

She opens the door and slides her gorgeous body into the passenger seat.

So be it.

I get in the car, start the engine, and drive four blocks to the Carlton. I hand the key fob to the valet and race inside the hotel, dragging Ashley with me. No line, thank God. It’s a Monday evening, after all. Who comes to a hotel on a Monday?

A man who wants to fuck, that’s who.

I get a room as quickly as possible, tapping my foot impatiently. We head to the elevator, get in, and—

I can’t take it anymore. I grab Ashley and force her dress above her hips. “God, I can already smell you.”

“Y-You can?”

“Fuck, yes. You smell just like you did that day in the office. Ripe and apple-y. Wet and ready.”

She lets out a nervous chuckle. “You said apple-y.”

“Apple-y. Sweet. Musky. Exuberant. I don’t fucking care.” I drop to my knees in the elevator, push her panties aside, and shove my tongue into her.

“God! Dale!”

Her cream is as delicious as I remember. More delicious even, because this time the emotion bubbling through me adds to my yearning.

Ding!

The elevator stops. The door opens, and a man walks in. “Oh, God. Excuse me.”

I stand and grab Ashley’s arm. Fuck. It’s not our floor.

She’s red all over, from arousal or embarrassment, I’m not sure.

Don’t care.

Don’t fucking care about anything right now except getting my cock into Ashley. The elevator stops again, this time on the right floor.

I grip her arm once more and lead her out of the elevator and to our room.

I let the keycard hover over the lock.

Nothing. Just the fucking flashing little red light.

“Fuck!”

“Easy.” Ashley takes the card from me and taps it against the lock. The green light flashes, and she opens the door.

I’m so tense, taut as the strings on a freshly tuned violin. Tense and full of rage and ready to fuck this woman into the next century.

She pulls me into the room, and the door swings shut behind us.

I should ask her. Double-check to be sure she’s okay with this.

But she pulls me toward her, her back against the door. “Kiss me.”

I clamp my lips to hers once more, still full of rage, still full of lust. Our tongues duel as if we’re fighting a battle for life and love.

And perhaps we are.

Perhaps—

My thoughts cease, and those feelings—those feelings I’ve let lie dormant for so long inside me—boil over. I deepen the kiss, try to get closer and closer to her…

But this isn’t how to get close.

Getting close means getting inside her.

Now.

Right fucking now.

I lift her dress again and pull her panties down over her hips. Before I can tell her, she steps out of them and kicks them a few feet away.

I unbuckle my pants and unzip them. My cock strains against my boxer briefs, and I free it, holding it tightly in my fist, my balls already tightening and tingling.

I hoist Ashley in the air and set her down on my cock, thrusting into her against the wall.

Peace.

The rage and anger and lust and passion culminate into peace.

Except this peace is anything but peaceful. It’s the happy chaos after a war has ended.

A war I was fighting in my own mind.

Which makes me realize it isn’t actually peace at all. She’s awakened something in me—something I’m not quite ready to face.