"Look at me."
Her eyes glue to mine.
I've thought about her like this a thousand times. A million even.
But the real thing is so much fucking better.
I drag my fingertips higher.
Higher.
Higher.
She shakes against my skin.
Tugs at my t-shirt.
Pulls my body against hers.
"Arms over your head." I guide her motions. One arm. Then the other.
My palm closes around her wrists.
I pin her arms to the wall.
Her pupils dilate. Her hips rock against mine. Her tongue slides over her lips.
She likes being at my mercy.
Needs it even.
Fuck, I can't remember the last time I was this hard.
She's so fucking beautiful like this.
I stroke her inner thigh until her legs are shaking. Until she's staring at me with that plea in her eyes.
I'm the only thing in her universe.
This moment—her on the edge, desperate for my touch—it's the only thing in her universe.
Then it's rolling off her lips. "Please, Brendon. Please."
"Please what?"
Her thighs squeeze my hand. "Make me come."
Fuck, that sounds good on her lips.
My cock screams for attention. For every soft, sweet part of her.
Still, I torture her. Stroke her soft thigh until she's shaking with so much desire I can't take it.
I stare back at her as I bring my thumb to her clit.
"Fuck." Her eyelids press together. A groan rolls off her lips. Loud. Then softer. "Please."
I rub her with slow circles. Until she's squirming against my hand. Until her wrists are shaking.
Then I bring my index finger to her cunt.
And I tease her.
Her teeth sink into her lip.
Again.
Her hips buck against me.
Again.
Her groan vibrates down her chest.
I add another finger.
Go a little deeper.
Deeper.
There.
I'm officially the first inside her.
Fuck, it does something to me.
Wakes up every nerve in my body.
Sends that last remaining bit of blood to my cock.
Fills my head with all sorts of caveman thoughts.
Her eyes burst open. Catch mine.
They're hazy with pleasure. Need. Lust.
Satisfaction.
I watch it spread across her face as I fuck her with my fingers.
Her lips part with a groan.
A sigh so heavy her entire body is shaking.
Fuck, she's close.
I pin her wrists to the wall.
Rub her harder.
Fuck her deeper.
Her eyelids flutter together.
Her fingers curl into themselves.
"Brendon. I... Fuck." She bucks against my hand. "Fuck."
There.
Her hands go slack as she pulses around me.
God dammit, she's even more fucking beautiful coming on my hand.
I soak up every bit of her bliss. Every groan. Every shake. Every sigh.
Once she's come down, I drop her arms.
I bring my fingers to my lips and I taste every drop of her.
Then I wrap my arms around her and I pull her close.
And I soak up every ounce of her.
I let Kay go back first.
I even have the courtesy to wash my hands.
Okay, that's bullshit. It's not courtesy. It's more that I need an ocean of cold water to convince my cock to settle down.
Those groans, the need filling her eyes, the way her wrists flexed against my hand—she's burnt into my brain.
When I get back to the suite, Kaylee is already sitting next to Emma. Her knees are glued together. Her cheeks are flushed. Half I might accidentally flash the room. Half I can't believe I did that.
Her eyes catch mine.
Her lips curl into a smile.
That blush spreads all the way to her cheeks.
This is our secret.
Or—
Dean looks to me and cocks a brow.
I say nothing as I take my seat next to him.
"You did," he whispers.
I shrug. "Mind your own business."
Walker chuckles. "About time, Kane."
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Brendon
The next morning, I drop Kaylee off at school.
I think about her every break in my day.
By my last appointment, I'm chomping at the bit.
"What was it like?" Dean moves into my suite. Leans against the wall. "As good as you imagined?"
"Fuck off. I'm working." I try to add irritation to my voice, but it won't happen. I love that Dean is desperate for details. There's so much I want to say about her. I'm bursting at the seams.
Too bad this client is a mutual friend. And an old friend. One of our oldest and most loyal clients.
Joel lives and dies for this kind of conversation.
I can't use him as an excuse.
Shit, I better—
"Don't hold back for me. I want to hear," Joel says. His voice has that effortless breeziness. Like Walker's, but brighter. Richer. More famous. "Sounds dirty."
"Very." Dean chuckles. "Sex in an alley. That's a hell of a way to lose it."
"Why do you ruin everything beautiful?" Damn, I'm smiling. I can't help it. Life is too fucking good right now. And I'm about to see Kay. One more line and this thing is done.
"You can't know light without darkness," Dean says.
Joel's wavy hair whips his cheeks as he shakes his head. He looks every bit the effortless playboy rock star. He even has the let's not talk about my band shrug down pat.
I didn't know shit about Dangerous Noise until Emma decided it was her favorite band. She's had a few choice posters up on her bedroom walls. Men on beds, stripping out of their clothes, shooting come hither looks.
Joel looks to me. "You buy this shit?"
"Does anyone?" There. I set the gun down. Examine the work.
He turns to the ink. "Fuck, no wonder I keep coming back here. You do good shit."
"And you live four blocks away," I offer.
"Take more credit." His green eyes light up as he laughs. They're lighter than Kaylee's. Greyer.
Hers are more blue.
But it still sends all my thoughts racing back to her—
The way she groaned my name.
Those blue nails sinking into my skin.
The need filling her eyes.
Fuck, I need to get ahold of myself or I'm not going to survive this conversation.
"If it was me, the bragging would never end." He smiles that effortless, casual smile. "This alley girl the one you've been pining over?"
"I don't pine," I say.
Dean scoffs.
Joel too.
"Yeah. He's been pussy free for months now. More even." Dean shakes his head. "I don't know how you do it. One woman. Forever."
"She's the right woman." He holds up his left hand like his wedding ring is an Olympic medal. "You'd get it if any woman could tolerate you for more than—"
"Three minutes," I offer.
"That's cruel. Three minutes?" Joel looks to Dean. "Tell me you do better than that."
Dean laughs. "You make a woman come, she forgets how obnoxious you are."