Change of Heart (Fostering Love 2)

I gritted my teeth as he just barely sped up his thrusts.

“Better?” he asked.

“Not even a little bit,” I moaned, making him chuckle.

“How about now?” He thrust harder but didn’t speed up.

“No.”

“Now?” His hips moved faster, and my eyes drifted shut.

“No,” I said again stubbornly.

He pulled back and slammed in hard, our bodies inching across the bed.

“Yes,” I gasped without him even asking.

“Wanted some sleepy sex,” he groaned into my ear, his hand leaving mine on the bed so he could slide it underneath the flannel shirt and pinch one of my nipples between his fingers. “But I’ll take this.”

His hand moved south and I cried out as two of his fingers slid around my clit, barely pinching it as he slid them back and forth with his thrusts.

“Shit,” I moaned as I came, shuddering as my muscles tightened against his hold.

“Oh fuck. Yeah, I’ll take this,” he groaned, thrusting again before his hips began to jerk against my ass.

His weight rested against me as we breathed heavily in the aftermath.

“Stay still,” he said quietly as he slid his hand from between my thighs.

He pulled his leg from the top of mine and moved backward, pulling out of me slowly. I heard him get off the bed behind me, then pause.

“That’s so fucking sexy,” he said, leaning forward to run his finger over my pussy from behind. I shuddered against the movement, and he groaned. “Every time you tighten up, my cum drips out. Jesus. I think I’m having a heart attack.”

I snickered as he kissed my ass cheek and then stepped away from the bed and moved into the bathroom. When he came back out, he was carrying a wet washcloth, and without any warning, he leaned over me and cupped it between my legs.

“Roll over,” he ordered, cleaning me up as I followed his instructions.

“Thanks,” I mumbled quietly when he pulled the washcloth away.

“No problem. You ready for bed?”

He walked back into the bathroom, and I could hear the sink running for a minute before he came back empty-handed.

“Actually, I’m wide awake now,” I answered brightly, sitting up cross-legged. “And hungry.”

“I’m going to be worthless tomorrow,” Bram complained, looking at the alarm clock on his nightstand. “Come on, I’ll feed you.”

He pulled me up from the bed and dragged me downstairs, lifting me up to sit on the counter when we got to the kitchen.

“Ooh, ice cream,” I ordered when he opened up the freezer door. “That’s what I want.”

He handed me the carton and a spoon, then leaned against the counter across from me, watching as I dove in.

“You want some?” I asked around the spoon as I shoveled a bite into my mouth.

“No.” He smiled.

“Fine. But it’s really good.”

“I know. It’s mine,” he said drily.

“So what are you and Trev doing tomorrow?”

“I’m really sorry about tonight,” he said at the same time.

“Huh?” I asked in confusion.

“All that shit at dinner,” he clarified, running his hand over his beard.

“Not your fault,” I said quickly, shaking my head.

“Yeah, it was.”

“Just drop it.”

“He shouldn’t have yelled at you like that,” Bram pressed. “If I would have known—”

“Abraham, drop it,” I said again, grabbing the lid to the ice cream and shoving it back on.

“I’m trying to fucking apologize!” he barked, pulling the ice cream out of my hands and throwing it back in the freezer.

“Fine, you’re forgiven,” I shot out, tossing the spoon into the sink.

“Sometimes I wonder how the fuck I’ve dealt with you for the last fifteen years,” he growled, glaring at me. It was closer to fourteen, but who was counting?

I looked him over, my eyes catching at the long, wild hair barely resting at his shoulders, the brown eyes that were almost black, and the arrow-straight nose with the small bump on the bridge. God, he was attractive. Even more so when he was scowling.

“Because I’m cute,” I finally chirped back, smiling wide as I tilted my head to the side, “and because instinctively you knew that I could suck dick like a Hoover.”

Bram’s face continued to scowl for as long as he could hold it, then suddenly he burst out laughing. My smile grew impossibly wider.

“Really?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Only one way to find out.”

I shrieked as he came at me, slinging me over his shoulder as he practically ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

* * *

“You go. I’m sleeping,” I grumbled as Bram tried again to shake me awake.

“Oh, hell no. You kept me up all fucking night, and I’m the one who has to help Trev put up new gutters all fucking day,” he growled, shoving his hands into my armpits so he could force me to sit up. “Get dressed. We gotta go.”

“You loved it,” I said as I threw my legs over the bed. “I rocked your world.”