Change of Heart (Fostering Love 2)

“I have a key,” he whispered in my ear, his fingers running lightly up my ribs and over my breast.

“I was really too trusting when I handed those out.”

“Why you sleeping in the middle of the day?” he asked, ignoring my comment as his lips met my bare shoulder.

“Because I was tired?”

“Living room looks good. You got a lot done.”

“Yeah, now I need to refinish the floors and finally put some furniture in there.” My voice grew husky as Bram’s fingers ran slowly down my torso and between my thighs.

“I’ll do the floors,” he argued gruffly, gripping my thigh to spread my legs wide, one resting over the top of his. “Look at you, wet already.”

“Look at you, hard already,” I teased back, pressing my ass against the very hard cock behind me.

“Shit, I was hard as soon as I saw you were naked,” he said with a small laugh, reaching down between my legs to position himself.

I moaned deep in my throat as he slid slowly inside me from behind. As soon as he was buried to the root, he pushed my leg back down so my thighs were pressed tightly together. Then I breathed deeply through my nose as he began rolling his hips in a smooth, slow rhythm.

“There’s the sleepy sex I wanted,” he murmured against the side of my neck. “Feel good?”

“I’ve had better,” I ground out as he ran a finger lightly around my nipple.

“No you haven’t,” he argued with a small chuckle.

I started to arch my back, and Bram’s hand was immediately at my belly, stopping the movement.

“No. Just relax,” he ordered.

“I don’t want to relax,” I replied, reaching up to clench his hair in my fingers.

“Shh. Close your eyes, Ani. Just let me get you there,” he said sweetly, running his fingers up and down my belly.

I wanted to flip over and ride him into oblivion. The emotions clogging my chest were becoming really uncomfortable. Instead, I took a shuddering breath and relaxed my hand, letting it slide down to wrap around the side of his neck.

He rewarded me by slipping a finger between my tightly pressed-together legs, running it over my clit.

When my orgasm hit, it rolled over me in small waves, and it went on for freaking ever.

* * *

“I talked to Henry earlier,” I said a while later, running my fingers through Bram’s hair as I rested on his chest.

“Oh, yeah? What’s he up to?” Bram asked, his arm wrapped around my shoulders and his fingers tickling my back softly.

“He said he’s coming up with Katie and Shane, and he wanted to know if he could stay here.” I snorted. “He doesn’t want to stay with Trev or his parents because he wants to whore it up.”

“What? Why didn’t he ask me?” Bram bitched, his fingers pausing on my back.

“I don’t know—maybe because you’re a dick and he doesn’t want you running off his conquests?” I laughed and pulled Bram’s hair lightly.

“I’m not a dick.”

“You’re such a dick.” I laughed again.

“So he’s gonna be bringing chicks here? That makes a lot of sense,” he grumbled.

“Aw. Are your little feewings hurt?” I teased, leaning up so our faces were close together. “Are you sad your best fwiend didn’t ask to stay with you?”

“I think my balls just shriveled up into my stomach when you started talking,” he replied, grimacing.

“And no—he won’t be bringing anyone here. He can fuck them at their houses,” I said with a scowl. “I don’t want that nasty at my house.”

“He does realize that you have no fucking furniture, right?”

“Looks like we need to do the floors tomorrow so I can get a couch,” I mused.

“Shit,” Bram said under his breath. “I’ll rent a sander tomorrow after work.”

“I’ll go with you. I need to buy the finish stuff anyway,” I said, pulling away so I could climb off the bed.

I went to the kitchen and made some sandwiches, bringing them back into the room with a couple of sodas.

“Dinner is served,” I announced, meeting Bram’s eyes as he leaned back against my headboard.

“Stop,” he blurted, his gaze roaming up and down my nakedness. “I think I’m having an out-of-body experience.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re bringing me sandwiches. Naked. You might be the perfect woman.”

“These sandwiches are mine, fuckface. Feed yourself,” I replied as I climbed onto the bed.

“And the fantasy is gone,” he replied sadly, then grunted as one of the sodas hit him in the stomach.

“I am the fantasy,” I said as I got comfortable across from him, setting the plate full of sandwiches on the bed between us. “I’m bendy like an acrobat, cook like Julia fucking Child, and can do most home improvement shit myself. I’m the whole goddamn package.”

“Yeah,” Bram mumbled, grabbing a sandwich while he eyed me. “But you also know how to load and shoot a gun—that works against you.”