“That’s never going to happen,” he said firmly, consciously loosening his grip on her. “You aren’t going near this man,” he told her. “Not ever again.”
“But—”
“No.”
“Brick,” she sighed.
He gave her a squeeze. “Remington. You shared your secret with me. Now we’ll work on a solution that doesn’t put you in harm’s way.”
“We?” she asked, looking at him with hope in her eyes.
“We,” he sighed.
“You’re not going to tell my mom are you?”
It was such a 16-year-old Remi thing to say that he lowered his forehead to hers. “I’m not making that promise.”
She started to squirm in his lap. Intending to challenge him. To argue. It had the unintended consequence of making him go stone-hard.
She moved to stand, but he stopped her, pulling her over his thighs so she straddled him. He slammed her down against his erection and held her hips still.
“Stop it,” he enunciated.
He saw the light of rebellion and lust in her eyes as her lids went heavy. Her lips parted.
There were so many things that he needed to do. So many things he needed to say. But in that moment, he had one priority. He needed to remind Remington just who she belonged to. Who she gave herself—problems, secrets, and all—to.
“Brick,” she said, more breathlessly this time.
Using her hips like handles, he dragged her over his arousal and back down.
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Are you sore?” he asked gruffly.
She shook her head even as she whispered, “Yes.”
“We should sleep,” he said, repeating the motion but adding a thrust of his hips.
“We should?”
The motion was sliding the waistband of his underwear down enough to release the head of his penis. Her whimper had him throbbing, and he couldn’t stand not being inside her a moment longer. He stripped the sweatshirt over her head and tugged those silky purple panties to the side.
When Remi’s eager fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, guiding it between her legs, his head fell back against the cushion. The kiss of her core, wet and warm, around his tip sent a fire racing through his body. He was being invited back to heaven.
“Slow.” His whisper was harsh as she tensed around him, lowering herself onto his aching dick.
So fucking tight. Remi’s channel gripped his erection in a velvet fist and squeezed. Every nerve ending was fired up. There was so much to feel. Pleasure at finally being where he’d dreamed of for so long. Pain for not being deep enough. Yet.
“Baby, you’re not ready to take all of me yet,” he warned her, tightening his grip on her hips.
“You sure about that?” She gritted out the words as she sank lower to take more of him.
She was going to be the death of him. He should go slow, make this special for her.
Brick stilled, holding there, reveling in the possession. Her muscles quivered around him, electrifying his senses. Making him crazy with the need to rut. To forget everything but the way her body welcomed him.
Being this deep in her had his arousal swelling, stretching her even farther.
He’d finally found his way home.
She was chanting his name over and over again.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” When she didn’t answer him right away, he nipped her shoulder. Hard. “Answer me.”
“I didn’t know,” she said on a broken whisper.
“Didn’t know what?”
Those jade green eyes fluttered open and locked on to his face. “How right it would feel,” she confessed.
His cock flexed inside her at the confession. It was right. This was everything he’d ever wanted and so much more than he’d known was possible.
And he’d almost lost her before he ever had her. The realization terrified him to his soul.
“Baby doll, I need to move.”
“Move. Fast and hard,” she ordered. “Make me yours.”
“You are mine.” There would be nothing else between them from now on. He gave a testing thrust that had her writhing against him, loosening his tenuous grip on sanity, chivalry.
“Spoiler alert: I’m gonna come real fast, Brick.”
“That’s just the first time.”
“Thank God you’re not all talk,” she said through trembling lips.
He dug his fingers into her hips. “You asked for it. If it’s too much, you tell me to stop.”
“I want too much. I need you to give me too much. Don’t let me think about anything else.”
There was no holding back. Not with her permission snapping the leash he had on his control. Not with the sinful slide of her as he pulled out and the slick victory of slamming back into her. His hips worked into a wild rhythm that had nothing to do with finesse.
His balls slapped against her as he lunged into her. Unrelenting.
He couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t go hard enough. He needed to erase the distance between them. She came immediately, choking his cock so hard with her inner walls he almost poured himself into her then and there. But he held on—barely—and rode out the ripples of her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “Would it be greedy if I asked for another one?”
He gripped her jaw and throat with one big hand. “You will ask me for anything you want. And I’ll give it to you. Do you understand?”
She sank her teeth into her lower lip while he leisurely fucked her.
“Do you understand?” he repeated, tightening his hold on her just a fraction.
There was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes when she nodded. “Yes, Brick.”
“Good girl. Now tell me what you want.”
She looked triumphant, and he wondered if he’d walked into one of her little traps. “I want you to bend me over the arm of this couch and fuck me until you come so hard you can’t stand up.”
He went a little mad then. Because he didn’t remember standing up or folding her over the rounded arm of the couch. But he did come back to himself to appreciate in exquisite detail peeling those underwear off her behind and down her legs. His eyes feasting on the subtle souvenirs his hands had left on her soft skin.
He trailed his fingertips over her back, her ass, her thighs, until goose bumps rose over every inch of her skin. Going slowly now, because once he was seated inside her, there would be no slow, no gentle, no savoring. He pushed her hips a little higher on the arm, bringing her to her tiptoes so he could line up with her entrance.
It was fucking hypnotic, watching the first two inches of his cock slide into her. “So fucking tight. Are you going to make me work for it?”
She moaned impatiently into the cushion and bucked against him. He gave her a light slap, then gripped her hips and slammed home.
“Brick!”
Her scream made his ears ring. His answering shout of triumph made his throat raw. The angle took him so impossibly deep.
Her breath was coming in gasps, each one tightening her hold on him.
“Calm down and breathe, baby. I need to move, and I can’t do that until you relax.”
“So deep,” she cried.
“That’s right,” he said, stroking a hand down her back. “There’s nothing between us. No secrets. No holding back. Just holding on.”