Dropping down to her elbows, she does exactly as I ask. Even gives me an extra wiggle. “Show off.”
After whipping off my T-shirt, I shove my shorts down enough to free my cock.
“Ready for me.”
It’s more of a statement than a question. She answers by pushing back, silently begging me to fill her.
I don’t take it slow this time. I thrust into her fast and hard. She lets out a sharp scream that turns into a moan as I draw back. “Too much?”
“No. Keep going. Just like that.”
Like I’m going to say no.
Liam digs his fingers into my hips, pounding into me at a hard, steady pace.
Underneath us, the blanket slips on the floor, pushing me away.
He pulls me right back.
“Liam.” I gasp and dig my fingers into the blanket.
“Fuck.” He pulls out, leaving me empty and irritated.
“What are you doing?”
His hand squeezes my ass cheek in a quick, affectionate way. “Give me a second. Stay like that, though. I like the view.”
“Deviant.”
He huffs out a laugh while tugging off my shoes and pulling my pants all the way off. His body heat disappears from behind me, and I turn my head.
“Come here,” he beckons, sitting on the couch and patting his leg.
Slowly, I kneel up to face him. I must seem unsure or hesitant, because he reaches out and takes my hands.
Confronted by all his male beauty in the middle of the living room, I stop and stare.
And stare.
“You’re magnificent.”
“So are you. Now come here. I’ve been thinking about this nonstop since the other night.”
Heat burns my skin and I drop my gaze.
“Hey, I meant it in a good way. In an I-wish-I-never-opened-my-mouth-and-fucked-it-up way.”
I take his hand and he pulls me closer. “Climb on up.”
“What are you, a carnival ride?” I tease to wash away any unpleasantness from the other night.
“Yeah. Best one you’re ever going to have.”
Last one too.
But I keep that thought to myself.
“Arrogant much?” I joke instead.
He grins and rubs one hand up and down his cock, while gripping my hip with the other.
“That’s it,” he whispers as I lower myself.
Both of us gasp when I ease down. All the way down. My nails dig into his shoulders and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Good.”
He moves his hips from side to side, helping me adjust. “Bree, look at me.”
His hand cups my cheek, and for the longest time, he stares into my eyes. He slides his hand into my hair and pulls me to him for a kiss. I move up and down and he groans into my mouth. “That’s good,” he mumbles against my lips.
“You like that?” I ask, doing it again.
“Fuck, yes. Keep going.”
We find a rhythm and keep moving together. His eyes never leave mine until he places one hand between my breasts. “Lean back. Hands on my knees. Want to see all of you.” The clipped directions turn me on even more, and I immediately do as he asks.
“Beautiful.” His hands are everywhere, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, running up my legs and up over my back.
My orgasm builds with breathtaking intensity and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “Come for me.”
I do. Hard. It’s intense. Pleasure and relief mix together. My fingers dig into his arms, holding on for dear life. It lasts for so long, I lose track of everything else except how good we feel together.
“Beautiful, beautiful,” he murmurs over and over. I fall forward, burying my face against his neck and his arms wrap around me, holding me tight while he pounds up into me.
“Hang in there, Bree.”
My teeth sink into his shoulder and he groans, holding me even tighter. I shudder from another wave of pleasure washing over me.
He lets out a number of breathless curses, and I pick my head up. His fingers twist in my hair, pulling me closer, swallowing down my cries with a kiss. He moans into my mouth and stills. His hands clamp down on my hips, holding me tight to him while the warm rush fills me.
“Come here,” he mumbles. “Kiss me.”
We trade a few soft kisses before he lifts me off him. “I can’t straighten my legs.” A wobbly giggle bursts out of me as he massages my thighs. “Oh my God. This is what it means to be fucked so hard you can’t walk straight.” More giggles spill out of me.
Loud rumbling laughter comes from behind me, right before he stands and carries me off into the bathroom, setting me on the counter.
“I wish we could stay at my place,” he says while adjusting the shower. “You’re brother’s going to kill me.”
“Sorry.”
“Hey. I didn’t say that to make you feel bad.”
“I know.”
He brushes my sweaty hair back from my face.
“Do you?”
“Can we not talk about my brother right now?”
Instead of answering, he sets two towels on the closed toilet seat. “It’s hard when I’m in his house and he doesn’t know about us.”
“You’ve never told him how you felt?”
Presumptuous much?
“I mean, back then. That you might have been interested in me…in us…dating or whatever?”
The serious expression on his face stops my babbling.
“I was way more than interested in you.” He takes my hand and leads us into the shower stall. “But, no we never talked about it. He seemed to have such a bad reaction, and you left soon after, that I didn’t see the point. I just tried to forget. Convince myself it was nothing.”
As the warm water rains down over both of us, I wrap my arms around him and lay my cheek against his chest. After a second, his arms band around me, pulling me tighter. “I really screwed up,” I mumble.
“No, you didn’t. You were young—”
I pull back and the regret in his eyes weighs me down. The last thing I want to do is keep hurting each other with the past. “We were both young. Boys mature slower than girls, you know.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, I’ve heard that.”
“Trust me. I’m a professional. I know what I’m talking about.”
His strong hands on my shoulders turn me to face the water and he pours shower gel into his hands, working it into a lather before carefully soaping every inch of me.
“Liam?”
“Yes?”
“Can we forget about that night? I forgive you and I hope you can forgive me.”
“God, Bree,” he breaths against my ear. “There’s nothing to forgive you for.”
“Well, pretend there is. Can we let go of that night?”
“Yes.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder, trailing his lips to my neck where he leaves one more kiss before speaking. “I’ll let go of the bad stuff that happened after. But that was the sweetest kiss I’d ever had until about twenty-four hours ago.”
“Me too.”
“I’ll never let go of that kiss.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
I don’t make it to Sully’s class until the next day. In the driveway, Liam kissed me hard and told me to have fun at class before he left for work.
No jealousy. No warning me not to flirt with his friend. He encouraged me to go by myself. It’s clear Liam trusts me. Trusts that he’s the only man I want.
This is how love should be.
A serious vibe infiltrates the gym when I arrive. You have to be a determined person to get up this early on the weekend to punch, jab, and kick stuff, I guess.
It’s intimidating and I squirm with unease.
Sully joins us and greets me warmly in front of everyone, which helps me relax.
“I’m glad you came back, Bree. I never know if I helped so
meone out or scared them off,” Sully says.
His easy demeanor makes me laugh. “You definitely helped.”
I straighten up and look more people in the eye after he moves away. Not that I’m here to win approval from strangers. No, I’m here to learn how to defend myself from them.
Liam says his dad was so excited that I’m finally willing to learn how to shoot. He can’t wait for me to come back for more target practice. I have a feeling I’ll be testing every gun in the Hollister arsenal at some point.
By the time I start graduate school, I won’t even recognize myself.
Sully claps his hands at the front of the room, startling me out of my Zena-the-warrior-princess daydreams.
“Partner up.”
I’m momentarily lost while people who’ve already been coming here for a while gravitate toward their friends.
“Need a partner?” a deep voice behind me asks.
“Keegan? What are you doing here?” I ask, smiling at the friendly face.
His mouth quirks. “Liam didn’t want you working with Jake,” he explains in a conspiratorial way that makes me laugh.
“And you just happened to be here?” I ask. I can’t believe Liam went out of his way to make sure someone he trusted would look out for me today. This is what it’s like to be genuinely cared about. Chad only pretended to care about my safety when it was convenient for him or as an excuse to control me.
Keegan jerks his head in Sully’s direction. “This dope makes me come help him out at least twice a month.”
“In return for free gym time,” Sully mutters.
“How’s Kimber doing?” Keegan asks.
“She’s awesome. You’re not getting her back.” Even though I say it with a smile, I think Keegan senses how serious I am.
“I’m glad you’re getting along.”
“Time to work, people,” Sully says, clapping his hands again.
“Wait, Sully, we’re not evenly matched.” I take in Keegan’s towering form. “Like, at all.”
Keegan turns his head to the side and laughs.
Sully takes a few steps closer, his face slipping into teacher-mode. “An attacker isn’t going to be a woman your size, Bree. More likely it will be a guy. I want you to learn how to take someone of his size down.”
“So start with the biggest guy in the room?”
“Think how empowering it will be,” Keegan says with a straight face.
“Okay.” Doubt creeps into my voice. “I don’t want to hurt myself.”
“You’ll be fine,” Sully assures me before walking off.
“Sorry,” I mutter to Keegan.
“Nothin’ to be sorry about, darlin’. Just watch the important bits.”
I snicker as I promise not to strike him anywhere too hard.
I’m not laughing for long.
Once Sully has our attention, we start with how to get out of a wrist hold. “Now, this can be as simple as someone grabs you in a night club and tries to pull you onto the dance floor. Your instinct is to pull back, pull away, right? But his grip will only tighten if you do that.” With a warm smile, and crooked finger, Sully lures a short, wide-eyed girl to the front of the room to demonstrate. She looks mortified.
I shift back and forth on my feet. Sully better not even think about calling me up there to show off any moves.
“Here’s what I want you to do,” he instructs. “Yank toward his thumb, where his hold is the weakest. You can also bend your elbow toward his forearm. Hit him hard.”
Sully repeats the directions a few more times before turning us loose.
“No fair,” I say to Keegan when his hand encircles my wrist. “Your whole hand fits around my wrist.”
“You’ll just have to work harder.”
Keegan plays the bad guy part well, dragging me away like a proper barbarian. I plant my feet into the mat and try to twist the way Sully showed us, but it’s no use, I can’t break free.
“Don’t give up,” Sully encourages. “Here.” He comes closer. “Use your other hand to assist you in getting free.”
He demonstrates and, when I’m ready, Keegan grabs me again.
This time, after a genuine struggle, I manage to get free.
“Good job,” Keegan congratulates.
Pride wells up inside. I did it.
“Thank you for not going easy on me.”
He cocks his head as if the thought never occurred to him. “It’s meaningless otherwise.”
Sully goes over all the soft spots where we should poke, jab, and kick an attacker next.
“Let’s take a break and then we’ll try the chokehold.”
The young woman Sully called to the front earlier makes her way over to us. “Hi, I’m Aubrey. Is this your first time here?”
“It’s my first official class. Sully gave me a private lesson the other day.”
Her cheek twitches—as if that bothers her. “My boyfriend is friends with Sully. He brought me in for the lesson,” I explain.
“Oh,” she says, smiling brightly.
Wait, did I just describe Liam as my boyfriend? Out loud? In front of other people?
Keegan, who overheard everything, winks at me. “Finally work that out?”
My cheeks heat up and I just nod my head.
“About time,” he mutters.
Sully doesn’t provide us with too much downtime.
“All right, class.” He claps his hands together to grab our attention. “Chokehold time.”
I guess I wasn’t paying attention or thinking about what chokehold time meant.
The second Keegan’s hands settle on either side of my neck, cold tingles race down my spine. “Bree, you okay?” he asks, immediately removing his hands.
“I’m fine,” I whisper.
“Too much?”
“No.” In a stronger voice I add, “Let’s do it.”
He returns to the position, and I thrust my hands up, exploding outward, breaking his hold.
“Good,” Keegan praises, even though I’m pretty sure he went easy on me.
“Let’s do it again.”
He narrows his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, and don’t puss out on me this time,” I challenge.
Keegan’s not the kind of guy to fall for a challenge like that. He still takes it easy on me, but some of my fear ebbs and I’m really able to concentrate on the movements.
“All right. Good work, class,” Sully calls out. He checks in with most of his students before working his way over to us.
“How’d you do? Too much?” he asks.
“No. It was good. I feel like I learned a lot.”
Sully crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t want to give you a false sense of security, Bree. I want you to learn to react quickly. So it’s instinctual. In an attack situation, you don’t have time to process what’s happening, it’s all reaction.”
“That makes sense.”
“Think you’ll be back?”
“Absolutely.”
His lips curve up and he unfolds his arms. “Good.”
I glance at the front desk. “Do you need me to…”
“Nope. All taken care of.”
He glances up at Keegan, then back to me. “Liam working today?”
“Yes. Must be something big going on, he was gone all night.”
Sully raises an eyebrow, and it occurs to me how domestic I just made our relationship sound.
Aubrey approaches the three of us slowly. “A bunch of us go to Friendly’s after class. Do you want to come, Bree?”
I hadn’t exactly been looking forward to going home to an empty house.
“Sure!” I answer a little too enthusiastically.
Aubrey shyly glances over at Sully. “Will you join us?”
“Yeah. I’ll meet up with you later. I need to finish up here.” He pats her shoulder as he walks by.
“Bree, I need to head out,” Keegan says, drawing my attention away from Aubrey. “It was fun workin
g with you.”
“Thanks, Keegan.”
Aubrey loosens up once we’re in my car. “So, you know Sully outside of the gym?” she asks in a casual way that’s obvious as hell.
“Not really. I’ve met him one or two times.”
“Oh.”
I glance over. “You have it bad for him, huh?”
“Am I that obvious?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Shit.” She turns and grins at me, not offended by my honesty. “If I’d known he had a ‘no dating clients’ policy, I would have tried a different gym.”
“He seems like a good guy. Give it time.”
“Do you mind stopping at a salon after lunch?” she asks, flicking the ends of her hair with her fingers. “I need a trim and it’s in the mall right next to Friendly’s.”
I glance at myself in the mirror. “Sure. I might even join you.”
“Good.” She flips down the visor on her side and makes pouty faces in the mirror. “I need something that doesn’t make me look like I’m still in high school.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-two.”
Even though she’s tiny, she doesn’t look or act like a high school girl. “Well, you’re twenty-two and you have a crush on your gym teacher,” I tease. “Maybe the high school look works for you.”
She bursts out laughing.
Lunch is fun. Aubrey introduces me to her friends. Overwhelmed, I forget most of their names and can’t keep up with their conversation. It’s still a relief to be out and around other people without fear. Chad wasn’t above having his brother or one of his friends sneakily follow me whenever I told him I was going out with friends. I never knew what completely innocent thing they’d report back that he’d twist to use against me as soon as I returned to our apartment.
It’s over.
After an hour, Sully still hasn’t arrived. Disappointed, Aubrey tilts her head toward the mall. “Want to go?”
“Sure.”
It turns out Aubrey’s older sister, Celia, works at the salon. It’s a slow afternoon, so Aubrey asks to have her golden-brown hair dyed a deep chocolate-cherry brown and trimmed into long, swingy lawyers. I tuck myself into a chair with a few magazines and watch the process.
Maybe two hours in, I run down to Starbucks and grab iced coffees for the three of us. I’m waiting for my order when I swear I see a set of broad shoulders I recognize hustling through the mall. A brief glimpse and then he’s gone.
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