Brian

by Delilah Devlin

  She nudged his cock with her mound, and he moved his hips, lowering them, and then pushing forward between her folds, sliding into her entrance. With a jerk of his hips, he thrust inside her, filling her channel, stroking until he was sunk as deep as he could go. He sucked in a breath.

  Her fingernails dug into his ass. “Don’t stop now,” she said, giving a breathless laugh.

  “Couldn’t if I tried,” he muttered. “You feel…amazing, like wet silk, baby. Hot, slick.” He pulled out and drove forward again. “Fuck, you feel…” But he couldn’t hold onto the thought, because she squeezed around him, and he had to move faster and faster.

  He felt as though he was running a race, his lungs filling with and expelling air, his ass and thighs getting tighter and tighter. Soon, he was hammering against her…fast, hard.

  She wiggled under him, trying to raise her legs. He paused and hooked her knees with his arms, then pounded her again, loving the way it felt, his groin crashing against her vulva as his cock pistoned inside her.

  He’d never ridden a woman bareback. Never dared. The difference was stunning. Or maybe it was just knowing this could lead to something, be something bigger than he was, than they were. It made the moment poignant, momentous. He wanted this woman. Forever. He’d do what he could to make sure she had plenty of reasons to stick around. Maybe he’d need some advice to figure out what those reasons might be.

  When her head began to thrash on the pillow and her moans lengthened, he knew she was close. He let go of her legs and came down on his elbows, framed her face with his hands, and kissed her. His strokes became shorter, harsher, as he tunneled in her wet heat.

  “Brian!” she cried, breaking the kiss. Her neck arched. He felt the ripples, up and down her channel, the soft convulsions her pussy made as she came. He gave her two more strokes then held still, his jaws locking closed as his come streamed in rhythmic pulses, filling her womb.

  When he collapsed atop her body, they lay wrapped in each other’s arms while their breaths deepened and grew quieter.

  Raydeen raked his scalp with her nails. “That was some fucking, mister.”

  Chuckling, he lifted his head. “I’m glad you approve.”

  Her gaze fell away. “What I said before…”

  He turned his head and kissed the inside of her wrist. “I’m okay with consequences.”

  When her gaze returned to his, she simply stared back. “Good. Because…well, I’m ready, Brian…for whatever comes next. But maybe this is too soon for you…?”

  He sighed and rested on his elbows. His cock was deflating and beginning to retreat. His brain was taking over. “I think…I might be ready to let you get me fitted with legs. If I’m going to be a hunter…and someday, a father…I don’t want to accept being less than I can be.”

  She tsked and tugged his ear. “Silly man. You were never less. If I’d thought for a second you wanted to be in that chair for the rest of your life, I wouldn’t have pushed. I swear. There’s so much you can do, so much you’ve already accomplished. Don’t do this for me or any kids we might make along the way. Do it for you. Only for you.”

  Brian leveled a steady gaze on her. “I’ve been hiding in my chair. Making myself indispensable, yes, but accepting less of what I want because I didn’t think I deserved anything more. I certainly never thought I’d deserve someone like you.”

  She blinked. “Why? I’m not that special.”

  “Beg to differ, ma’am. You’ve made a big difference in many soldiers’ lives. You’re making a difference in mine.” He shrugged. “It’s cliché to say it, but I feel guilty. I lost my legs, but a friend of mine lost his life in the same explosion. His name was Benny. He was the funniest guy I ever met. A good friend. Always had my back. But I didn’t have his when that IED hit.”

  “Well, I don’t know what happened, baby, but I know you. There’s no way you’re any way responsible for his death.”

  “I know that. I do. But that’s not how I feel.”

  She gave him a sad smile. “I like that we’re having this conversation while your dick is still inside me. Feels like we have to tell the truth, doesn’t it?”

  He swept an arm beneath her to cuddle her closer. “The FBI should conduct their lie detector tests like this.”

  “They’d certainly get some interesting results,” she drawled. Then she sighed. “You know I was married, right?”

  He nodded. “Some of the guys at the sanctuary told me. Said your husband was killed.”

  She drew a deep breath. “Mike was wounded by artillery. He lost a leg and a hand. I was with him at Walter Reed when he took his own life. I have my own guilt. I didn’t fight hard enough or give him reason enough to live.”

  Brian kissed her to shut her up. He didn’t like seeing the glimmer of tears in her eyes. When he lifted his head, he gave her a scowl. “You were not responsible for his choice. Whether he wasn’t brave enough to face his limitations or simply had experienced enough pain, it was his choice.”

  She sniffed. “I know that. Still, I became a physical therapist, working with vets, because I felt like I’d failed.”

  “Well, aren’t we a pair?” He gave her a tender smile. “We both have our scars.”

  A tear ran across her temple into her hair. He used his thumb to dry it.

  Again, she sniffed. “Are you sure you want prosthetics?”

  He thought for a moment and let the idea play around his head. Before, he’d said it without really thinking, but now, he was pretty sure he’d spoken straight from his heart. “Yeah, I think I’m ready. But only if you’re my therapist.”

  She frowned. “Most dudes I work with end up cussin’ me out. They apologize after, but I push hard.”

  “I can’t see me cussing you out, babe, and I don’t want you going easy on me. I need to do this. Just remind me why every once in a while,” he said, giving her a sexy nudge below.

  “I think I can do that,” she said, a smile stretching slowly across her face. “When you’re bone tired and aching, I’ll do all the work. Maybe I’ll trade blow jobs for the number of steps you take.”

  “You might have to conduct my therapy after hours.”

  She giggled and slid her fingertips down his spine. “I’m pretty sure there are cameras all over the place.”

  “Then we’ll have to make do with a dressing room.”

  “I like the places your imagination goes.” She cupped his buttocks with her hands and dug her fingernails deep into the muscles.

  His cock stirred inside her. “Raye, I’ve daydreamed about fucking you in places all over this town.”

  “I’m happy doing it again, right here, right now.”

  “Hate to break it to you, but I’m only half-hard, sweetheart.”

  “It’s my job to get your dick interested.” She spanked one of his cheeks. “Roll onto your back.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He eased out of her and moved beside her on the mattress. He placed an arm beneath his head and cupped his balls with his other hand.

  Raydeen leaned over him and smoothed her cheek on his chest. “Soft hair. I like it,” she said, then licked a nipple.

  His nipples were more sensitive than he’d ever realized as she plied them with her tongue and lips, sucking them until the centers formed hard points. While she played there, her hand trailed down to his dick, and she wrapped her fingers around him, gently tugging and stroking while his shaft thickened.

  When he was fully hard, she moved toward his hips, but instead of turning to face him, she straddled him backwards, holding his cock up while she slowly swirled her hips and screwed downward, taking him inside her. When she was fully settled, she glanced over her shoulder. “I know you like my ass,” she said. “I’m okay with you playin’ there.”

  Brian reached for a second pillow and stuck two beneath his head and shoulders, the better to watch as he gripped the fleshy globes, massaging them as she began to rise and fall. She was a well-built woman, with firm muscle beneath the sof
t flesh. The shape of her back, which narrowed at her waist and flared generously at her hips, was damn close to perfection for him.

  He enjoyed the sight of his cock, glistening with her moisture, as it appeared then disappeared with every rise and fall of her body. He held her cheeks apart to get a better view and realized that when he did, her breaths grew jagged. She hadn’t been exaggerating, she really liked to be touched there.

  He cupped a palm and clapped it against one cheek, not hard, but it made a satisfying thud.

  Her body shivered, and her movements grew less fluid. But she didn’t mouth a complaint. So, he did it again, this time flattening his hand to deliver a stinging slap.

  She cried out and swayed. Moisture flooded her channel.

  He slapped the other side, then alternated the claps, watching as her tawny skin reddened. When her breaths became even more broken, he slid a wet finger between her cheeks and pressed it against her tight ring, just fluttering it there, waiting for her reaction, for her to tell him to stop, but when she bent and cupped his knees, giving him better access, he pushed inside her.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted going still.

  “Raye, do you need me to take over?” he said, his voice rough.

  “Can’t move. Feels so fuckin’ good.” Her voice was almost a whine, which made him smile.

  “I want you on your hands and knees, baby.”

  She straightened and let his cock slide from inside her, then fell forward to rest on her elbows.

  Brian slid from under her and went to his knees behind her. He parted her buttocks and dropped spit on her anus. Then he fed his cock into her pussy while he slipped two fingers into her ass. Gripping one hip, he began to move, thrusting his fingers and his cock in unison, fucking into both entrances. “Someday soon, I’m gonna have that ass, Raye. And you’re gonna let me.”

  “Bet you’ll make me beg,” she said, sinking her chest to the bed. “God, I wish you had four hands. I need them on my tits, too.”

  He chuckled, but the sound was strained, because his cock was gripped by her convulsing inner muscles. While swirling his fingers in her ass, he pumped his hips, jerking them at the end of each stroke to give her a jolt. Her breaths gusted, and the sounds she made, groans interspersed with whimpers, made him feel more of a man than he ever had. He was doing this, giving her what she needed, controlling her rising passion. Legs or no legs, he could fuck her just like she wanted. Hard and fast. “How about you play with your tits? Slap them.”

  “Wanna see me do it, lover?”

  He paused his strokes and glanced sideways at the mirror on his dresser. He grunted. This wouldn’t be his smoothest move, but… “Let’s turn toward the mirror.” When she moved too quickly, she nearly pulled free of his cock, so he clamped his hand on her hip and held her against his groin while they shuffled to face the mirror.

  “You see us?” she said, pushing up on her arms.

  He gave her several hard strokes and watched the way her tits jiggled.

  “Oh, yeah,” she said biting her lower lip. “We need mirrors everywhere, babe. I wanna see your ass flex when you fuck me.”

  “Not turning again,” he muttered.

  She gave a gusting laugh. “You wanted to see me slap something, didn’t you? Watch me.” Supported on one arm, she slapped her breast then held it up, letting him see the erect tip. My tits are big enough, I have a special talent,” she said, waggling her eyebrows. “Let me come up, and I’ll show you.”

  Brian was desperate to see, so he removed his fingers from her ass and gripped her waist on both sides to bring her up. Now she sat on his dick, but he could see the entire front of her body. She molded a breast with both hands and pulled it upward while at the same time craning her neck and reaching out with her tongue.

  When she licked her own nipple, he gave a hoarse grunt. “Baby, suck it.”

  She rolled her eyes. “My lips can’t reach that far.”

  “Damn. Do it again.”

  She toggled the hard tip, all the while glancing at him in the mirror. Her mouth curved, and she raised her head. “Did you like it?”

  Brian laughed. “When you masturbate, is that something you do to please yourself?”

  She pressed her lips together. “Guess you’ll have to catch me at it to know.”

  “You’re a tease, Raydeen Pickering.”

  She raised an inch and squeezed down on his cock. “You’re not as deep like this, but this position does have its perks.” She cupped her breasts and held them up, jiggling them on her palms.

  He kissed the side of her neck while he watched her in the mirror. “We’ll need to make a stop at an adult toy store.”

  “Something you want to buy?” she asked, rotating her hips.

  “Nipple clamps, for starters.”

  She pursed her lips. “Sounds painful.” Then she grinned. “I might like that.” She bounced on his cock. “Just thinking about it makes me hot.”

  He gripped her waist and moved her up and down his shaft, watching as she squeezed the tips of her breasts and stretched them while he moved her energetically up and down, causing her breasts to bounce while she held the tips immobile.

  “Oh, yeah, keep doing that,” she said, giving a shiver. “The look in your eyes, baby.”

  “Can’t see me,” he bit out. He was watching her eyes, narrowed to slits; her mouth pursed as she panted.

  When she came, he gave a shout and slammed her downward, holding her as tightly to his groin as he could while he exploded. When they both went still, he looped his arms around her belly and hugged her against him. “We better pack.”

  “Don’t need but one set of clothes,” she said, opening her eyes and grinning. “We’re spending the rest of the week in bed.”

  “Your job?” he said, arching an eyebrow.

  She fake-coughed. “I have a helluva bad cold.”

  Chapter 10

  On Monday morning, Brian sat at the table in the agency’s kitchen. Everyone was there, including Felicity, Hook’s girlfriend, who ran the website; Cochise’s woman, Deputy Sammy McCallister, since she worked part-time for the agency; and Tamara Adams, who was Quincy’s fiancée, and helped out in the office. The production crew was due to arrive any minute now, so Reaper had texted the entire crew and all the support personnel to be there.

  Brian had been the first in the kitchen and had started the coffee. Raydeen hit the bakery and bought donut bribes to make sure everyone had a sweetened disposition for the morning meeting, then she left to head back home to get ready for work. It was her first day back following her sick leave, and karma was a bitch, because she’d started sneezing the night before.

  “Let’s get this rodeo started.” Reaper glanced at Jamie. He didn’t like running meetings, and always let her take the lead.

  She set her cheese Danish on her plate and folded her hands. “As you all know from our previous experience with the film crew, things are about to get crazy. We’ve gotten used to them being around while we work, but we need to make sure they don’t take advantage of that fact. They might also be feeling like they know how things work, but we don’t want anyone getting hurt. Don’t be shy about calling them out when they get in the way of things.

  “If you recall from our last meeting with them in the fall, this season they want our viewers to get to know us better.”

  There were groans around the room. Brian shook his head. No one would dread the intrusion of the film crew more than him. “Rosalie seems eager to get into our bedrooms,” he muttered.

  “Well, yours is likely the be the busiest right about now, so maybe she should spend the season with you,” Reaper said, giving Brian a smirk.

  “Um, no.”

  “So, you and Raydeen…finally?” Tamara said, raising both eyebrows.

  Brian rolled his eyes, unwilling to let any of the women start in on him.

  Hook chuckled. “This means I won’t have to freeze my ass off at the track quite so often.”

/>   “’Bout damn time,” Quincy said smiling. “The place used to stink of pheromones whenever you two were in the same room.”

  “Ha!” Lacey laughed. “Should have been in the van last Friday ni—”

  Brian cleared his throat and gave Lacey a frown.

  She pretended to zip her mouth shut, but her eyes were laughing.

  Brian shifted in his seat. “Although they will definitely not be welcome in my bedroom, they might want to spend a little extra time with me.”

  Reaper glanced his way. “Why’s that?”

  “Because…” Brian grimaced because he knew the team was about to get loud, “I asked Raydeen to look into seeing how soon I can get some new legs.”

  Silence followed, surprising him.

  Jamie leaned forward and patted his hand. “Good for you. However much time you need off, it’s all sick leave.”

  “Yeah, Brian,” Lacey said, coming around the table. “Hell, if they want us to donate our time off, I’ll give you every hour of mine. Congratulations.” And she kissed his cheek.

  Smiles appeared. Hook gave him a thumbs up with his left thumb. “You’ll have the best therapist, too, although you’ll be cussing her—”

  Brian shook his head. “No, I won’t. I know it won’t be easy, but I won’t abuse her.”

  “Just sayin’,” Hook said, shrugging, “we all get testy when we’re being pushed hard, and it gets kind of emotional.”

  “I’ll be fine.”

  “I’ll make sure Raydeen has someone to vent to,” Jamie drawled. When he gave her a glare, she grinned.

  “Back to the subject,” Reaper growled.

  “Of Brian’s rehab?” Lacey asked.

  “Oh, do we have someone with a drug problem?” Rosalie said from the doorway.

  Brian groaned. Once the Bounty Hunters of the Northwest director seized on a topical theme, she was like a pit bull with a chew toy.

  “You’re just in time,” Jamie said, rising to greet Rosalie, but only after turning to make a face at the group, telling them silently to behave themselves. “No, no one’s going through that kind of rehab. We were just discussing the fact that Brian is going to be fitted for prosthetics and learning how to use them.”