“You have to. It’s the only way to fix me.”
“Adriana…”
“Fuck me, Brody.”
Those three words were the key that unlocked the savage inside the suit. As if waking from a restless sleep, Brody roared, grabbing my hips and dragging me toward him. Pressing one hand on my back, he tore open his jeans and shoved them down his thighs. As if in response to his hunger, the rain came down harder, forming a secret wall between us.
It was because of that wall that I wasn’t prepared when he buried his cock deep inside me with one punishing thrust. The ferociousness of his possession buckled my knees, and I dug my nails into the car’s paint while crying out his name. Every time I tried to breathe, my body clenched around him, drawing a groan from his chest.
“Jesus Christ.”
Those two words were the calm before the storm. Or maybe they were a prayer for forgiveness for what was to come. It didn’t matter because only seconds later, he did exactly as I asked him to.
He broke me.
Vicious drives forced me up onto my toes, his hips slamming harder and harder into mine with each thrust. I cried. I begged. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the rain as he grabbed a handful of my hair while digging his fingers into my hip.
“Is this what you wanted? For me to make you cry?”
“Yes!”
“Goddamn, you drive me crazy!” His thrusts became faster, harder, more brutal, and I felt his cock jerk inside me. He was about to come, and knowing that flung me over the edge first.
“¡Valió la pena morir por esto!” I screamed until my voice shattered, my body convulsing violently around him.
“Fuck!” My release triggered his, and he gave one final thrust before roaring out my name, his body jerking as he came inside me. Exhausted and spent, he slumped on top of me, his chest molding against my back as his hand braced on the hood.
Neither of us spoke a word, and the rain continued to pelt us as if trying to wash away what we’d just done. But that was impossible.
He did exactly as I asked. He broke me, but it didn’t fix me. Instead of turning me into a blank slate, all he created were jagged shards of glass.
Brody exhaled hard, his breath fanning against my neck as he pulled away. Pushing up on his palm, he stared down at me as I stood to fix my dress. “I should apologize.”
“I told you to do it.”
He shook his head, his blond hair now wet and stuck to his forehead. “Not for that. I sure as hell won’t apologize for what happened. I meant for not thinking clearly enough to…Adriana, I—”
“You didn’t use a condom. I know.”
His eyes narrowed. “And you’re not mad?”
“Look, I’m clean, and you’re still not over Saint Eden, so I know you are too. It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry.”
“That’s not all that can happen.” He said the words slowly as if I were a child. I knew exactly what he was implying, and I was tired of the inquisition.
“I said, don’t worry.” Picking up my shoes, I headed toward the door, the earth squishing under my bare feet. I heard his footsteps close behind me, so I picked up my pace. Barely two feet from the door, he swung me around to face him.
“Why did you say this was worth dying for?”
“What?”
“You yelled it in Spanish. Why did you say it?”
Damn. I forgot he knew basic Spanish.
“No reason.” I jerked away from him, only to have him pull me back.
“Are you seriously shutting me out now? Now? After what we just did?” He flung his uninjured arm back toward the car as if it were a shrine.
This was what I was afraid of. This is why I knew it was a bad idea.
I tried to remember how it felt to hate him. How much I wanted to destroy everything good in his life when he destroyed me. But the driving hatred that brought me to Houston was gone.
He broke that too.
So instead, I fueled myself with hatred for wanting something I could never have.
I curled my lips into a cold sneer. “What we just did was fuck, Brody. Nothing more. I gave you my body—it doesn’t give you access to anything else. Stay in your lane or go back to Val. I have no problem handling this on my own.”
I’d just grabbed the glass door when his accusation hit my ears.
“Or with Vergara.”
I whipped back around, eyes blazing. “Are you deaf? I said by myself! I don’t want either of you.”
“Does it matter what I want?” he asked, his voice dangerously calm.
He didn’t move, his gaze steady as he watched me. I asked him to break me. My words. My request. None of this was his fault, yet I kept my eyes averted as I returned the favor.
“No. Just chalk it up to a bad roll of the dice,” I hissed, leaving him in the pouring rain as I stepped inside the house. “You’re good at that.”
I didn’t wait for a reply before slamming the door.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Adriana
Typing out a quick text, I hit send and tossed my phone next to the sink with a groan. It was too early for this shit, and the coffee was taking forever to brew. The half-hour of sleep I managed to get was anything but restful. Not when the man sleeping like a damn baby in the room down the hall invaded every minute of it with his sinful words and commanding touch.
I hated him for it.
But it did give me the excuse to get a head start on preparations for what I anticipated to be the turning point of this whole trip. Brody wasn’t going to like it, but since the sun had barely broken over the horizon, I still had time to figure out how to tell him without causing him to have a stroke.
Propping my elbow on the counter, I slumped forward and tucked my chin into the palm of my hand as I counted the rhythmic drips one by one. Big mistake. By the time I hit twenty, my eyes were closed, and my head fell heavy into my palm.
“Adriana!” Brody shouted from the living room, and I jumped. Disoriented, I blinked the haze out of my eyes and twisted around in a circle until my eyes landed on the full coffeepot.
Shit, how long had I been asleep?
“Adriana, get your ass in here!”
Grabbing a mug from the cabinet, I filled it to the top with the now lukewarm liquid and downed half of it before sauntering into the living room and leaning a hip against the wall. “Yes?”
Brody stood in the middle of the room, in nothing but a pair of black boxers, his hands fisted by his sides as he glared at the scattered artillery. Thankfully, I still had the mug shoved between my lips because it stopped me from licking them while I devoured his body.
“What the fuck is this?”
His irritated growl dragged me back to reality, and I swung an exaggerated glance around the room, then shrugged, swirling the liquid in my mug before taking another sip. “They appear to be guns.”
“I see that,” he seethed, baring his teeth. “Where did they come from?”
I pushed off the wall, trying not to wobble down the steps into the living room. Ignoring his heated stare, I bent down in front of him and picked up a shiny new Glock from the coffee table. Holding it up, I tilted it to the side and cocked my head. “Smyrna, Georgia,” I announced with a smirk.