by Aliyah Burke
Spinning on her heels, she made her way back over toward Brodie. Seeing him leaning where she’d left him, against the post, calmed her down a bit. She ran her gaze over his jean covered ass and exhaled sharply. Damn man was just too fine.
As if he sensed her there, he glanced over his shoulder and sent her a smile that didn’t just melt her panties but had her ready to strip right there for him. After he took a perusal of her, his expression changed to worry. He pushed away from the pole and walked toward her. “Everything okay?” He tilted his head to the side. “Where’s your drink?”
“Had a fight with my mother and got pissed off enough, I tossed my drink. So, no, not okay.”
Brodie slid his arm around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Anything I can do?”
“No, I’ll figure it out.” She took a deep breath. “How are you doing? How’s your dad doing?”
“Having the time of his life, it looks like. He missed talking to his friends.”
Together, they looked over at Noah and she smiled as she watched them. Even her father’s smile and laugh seemed big and loud.
“I’ll be right back,” Brodie said.
Shea moved closer and stopped by the group. “Look at this group of handsome men here. What are y’all up to? I think the cops may have to be called.”
“I’m already here, Shea.”
She peered around Mr. Mickle to find the sheriff back there. She put her hands up in mock horror. “Oh no, y’all are going to be causing all kinds of trouble. Can I get anyone a refill of their drink?”
They all told her what they would like and she promised to be right back.
Brodie caught up to her as she headed back to where she’d gotten her first drink. “Where are you going?”
“I’m playing hostess tonight. They’re looking for refills of their drinks, so I offered to bring them.”
“And how are you going to remember what they all wanted?” He fell into step with her.
“I won’t forget but I also have it in my phone.”
“Okay, let’s get them happy.”
It didn’t take them long and they returned with trays of drinks for the men. As they handed them out, she whispered in her father’s ear, “I upset Mama, so I won’t be home tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll fix it.”
“I know,” he replied.
“Are you and Brodie just going to hang out here and watch a bunch of old men talk?” Noah asked her.
“Hadn’t thought about it, but given the question, I’m guessing you don’t want witnesses for whatever you’re about to get into.” She smiled at Brodie’s father.
“Right. Go see the lights, mingle. Or hide and do whatever.”
“Not so sure about the hiding,” her father chimed in with a glare at Brodie.
“How about we just go walk and look at the lights?” Brodie put his arm around her again. “Dad, if you need me, call.”
The man waved them away with one hand, not even looking in their direction.
Not minding Brodie’s arm around her at all, Shea replied, “I think we’ve been dismissed.”
He slipped her arm inside his and nodded. “I do have to agree. Well, let’s listen to our elders and get out of here.”
They walked for a bit just enjoying the sights. When they paused for a few little elves to dash in front of them, he handed her a bag.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
She did and groaned at the sight of the popcorn there. “How did you know?”
“I pay attention at times, Shea. Now if I had known you were going to toss your drink away I would have gotten another of those for you too.”
“To be fair, I didn’t even know I was going to toss it.” She ate some popcorn and put some pieces up to his mouth, moaning lightly when his lips grazed her fingers.
“What would you be doing right now if you weren’t here, Shea?”
“Probably ice skating or skiing somewhere. Unless I was deployed somewhere. Sometimes, I go to a beach and just soak up the warmth. Then there are times I just stay in my apartment and catch up on sleep that I’ve been missing.” She chuckled. “Wow, I don’t have a very exciting life.”
“You’re allowed to be boring on your downtime. I don’t imagine you’re only flying easy missions when you go.”
This time her laugh was more like a choke and she segued into coughing. “You could say that,” she managed to get out when she could talk again.
He pinned her against a wall and pushed his body against hers. “Come home with me tonight, Shea.”
Holding his gaze, she nodded.
“I just want to hold you if that’s all you’re ready for.”
Her body was ready for far more than that but all she did was smile as she wound her arms around his neck. “What about your father?”
“He’ll be out cold because this night is going to have him exhausted. Plus, he’s on the other side of the trailer.”
“Good. I’d hate for you to wake him if you’re a screamer.”
Brodie laughed and kissed her.
Shea sank into him, trusting him to support her. Her fingers burned to touch him without her gloves in the way and she counted down until all these layers wouldn’t be between them any longer.
αβ
Brodie sighed as his father crossed his arms and shook his head. “I want to ride with her.”
“I don’t know where she parked, Dad.” Get in the truck old man.
“She’s right behind you.”
Brodie turned and saw her there in her car.
She lowered the passenger window. “Everything okay?” she asked.
“Not really, he wants to ride with you in your car.”
“I’m smart and want to ride with the beautiful woman, instead of my son.” Noah pushed by his son. “You don’t mind giving me a ride, do you?”
Shea met his eyes and lifted an eyebrow.
Brodie gave her a silent affirmation.
“Of course not, Mr. Wallace,” she said. “Come on in and we’ll beat your son home.”
His father practically skipped over to the car and climbed in, a huge smile on his face. “See you at home, Brodie.”
The window went up and he groaned before scrubbing a hand over his face. His father was going to drive him crazy, but he was happy, so it was worth it.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself. Let’s face it, I want to be in the car with her, not my father.
He couldn’t deny the spurt of jealousy toward his old man but he brushed it away and climbed in the truck shivering when the thing shot a blast of cold air at him. Yet, another thing that needs to be looked at.
Brodie kept an eye out for nightlife because the last thing he wanted to do was have a one-on-one with a buck or doe. He couldn’t explain his thrill when he pulled up to park next to that red coupe.
She’s still here.
The Christmas lights he’d hung earlier added a mix of colors to the dark. One light was on inside and he hurried for the door. Turning the knob, he pushed in to the warmth. As he shrugged out of his coat and tossed it into his bedroom, he heard the two of them chatting again. He toed off his boots and smiled at the sight of her shoes by his father’s.
“How long have you been flying them?” his father asked.
“Long time. How long did you fly them?”
He stepped into the main part of the trailer and saw them on the couch together with a deck of cards as they played and chatted. “Was I that far behind you?”
“With me driving, yes,” she said sending him a wink.
He got his father his meds then claimed a seat beside Shea. “What are we playing?”
“Gin rummy,” his father said.
“Well, one of us is playing the other is losing. This is why I don’t gamble because I can’t play worth spit.” Shea pressed her thigh against his.
He held his tongue as they played one more game then he helped his father get settled for the night and walked back out to find her pic
king up the cards and mugs. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning up. I didn’t think you and I were playing cards, but maybe I was incorrect.”
“Having seen you play, I think I’d like to play strip poker with you.”
She tossed the deck of cards at him and chuckled. Shea carried the mugs to the sink and set them in there while he picked up the cards once more.
He took her hand and left the deck on the counter as they headed for his room. He kicked the door closed behind him and pulled her in close. “I’ve been waiting for days to do this.” Nibbling on her lips while backing up, he ran his hands along her body.
“We’ve kissed before,” she said, her voice fainter than usual.
“That’s not what I’m talking about and I haven’t kiss kissed you.”
She cocked her eyebrow. “So, kiss, kiss me.”
Brodie moved in close to her face, noses touching and inhaled her breath. Then kissed her upper lip as his hand on her chin held her still, his thumb brushing along her lower lip. “I plan on it, Shea. Make no mistake about that.” His knees were slightly shaky as he held her close. The need that had been riding him since he met her had reawakened with a sharp insistence. Now was the time to explore everything beneath the clothing she wore.
She clutched at his button-down and kissed him again.
The second her hands began opening buttons, he captured her wrists.
Her gaze swung up to meet his.
He nipped the tips of her fingers as he moved them away from his shirt. “This is going to be more than a quick fuck, Shea. I want to learn every inch of your body. Kiss it. Lick it. Explore it. Then start over and do it again. You’ve been teasing me since I met you with your kickass body. Now I want to look.”
She skimmed her lips with her tongue. “Does that mean I can’t touch?”
Oh, how he longed to follow with a swipe of his own. He loved the breathless quality to her tone; especially given they hadn’t even gotten naked yet. “No, that’s not what it means. I just wanted you to be aware.”
“If you won’t let me undress you, how about you undress me, then I can do you.”
The flirt had returned but he didn’t care. He trailed a finger down the front of her body from neck to waistband. “Patience.” Not that he had a lot but hell, if this was his one chance with this woman, he sure as fuck wasn’t about to rush into it.
She growled at him and cupped his dick through his jeans. “I’m not a patient person.”
“You are tonight. Don’t make me tie you up.” Was it my imagination or did a thrill just run through her body? He undid his shirt and dropped it to the floor. Her sharp intake preceded the touch she put on his bare chest. His fingers clenched but he didn’t move, just allowed her to caress him.
Fuck, this is going to be the death of me.
However, when her hand dropped lower, he again stopped her and was rewarded with another moan of frustration. Before she could do anything else, he tossed her to his bed and watched her bounce twice before stilling. Her hair settled back, framing her oval face as he approached.
He crawled over her and she grabbed the sides of his head, kissing him. He growled and pushed them up along the bed, as she wrapped herself tight around him. Tongues dueling, he gripped her hair and held her where he wanted her. Not that she seemed to have plans to go anywhere. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she ran them through his short-sheared cut.
With one hand shoved up beneath the material of her top, his cock became even harder, as her skin felt even softer here. He cupped her side as the kiss lengthened. Deepened. She arched up into him, pressing her curves tighter to him.
He nipped at her invading tongue before drawing on it and twisting his own around it once more.
Her grip on his head increased while she locked her legs around his waist, rubbing along the hard length in his jeans. Another buck into him as she smoothed her hands down his bare back and dug her short nails into his skin. “Brodie,” she begged.
He rose up enough to drag her shirt up her body. Her blue bra only added fuel to the raging inferno inside him. He raked his gaze over her torso taking in the dip of her waist, the way her full breasts threatened to spill free from the demi bra, and the smoothness of her skin. “Damn,” he muttered.
Rocking back, so he had a better view of the woman beneath him, he took his right index finger and trailed it down. Beginning at her neck, he dragged it over her sternum, down along her belly button and paused when he hit the waistband of her pants. She trembled beneath him. He continued on until he reached the apex of her thighs.
Her hands fisted his bedding and she unhooked her legs from around his waist.
Brodie held her in place, thoroughly enjoying her core pressing against him. He reached for the button on her jeans and popped it free. Carefully, he drew down the zipper exposing panties the same hue as the bra she wore.
She stared at him, eyes unwavering and overflowing with raw hunger.
It’d been a long while since a woman had looked at him even remotely similar to this and it hadn’t been even close to the desire in Shea’s expression. Gripping her waistband, he inched back and brought her pants with him.
She arched up allowing them to move over her ass—an ass, he wanted to smack and bite.
Throwing them to the side, he pulled her socks off one at a time and dropped them as well…leaving her in her bra and panties only.
“This isn’t fair, you’re way overdressed.”
“I won’t be for long,” he promised. “Or you won’t care.” He lifted her leg and stroked it up to her knee then did the same to her other one. With each touch and each caress, he craved more. Sliding back closer, he kissed the inside of her knees then moved up stopping right before he got to her pussy. She grabbed at his head once more and tried to direct him to her core. He nipped the inside of her left thigh.
Maneuvering his way up to her on his belly, her legs draped over his shoulders, he licked up along the satin covering her pussy. She whimpered and shifted. He did it twice more, then edged beneath the wet material for his first taste of her cream.
Shea bucked harder and grabbed his short hair tighter.
Fuck, she tasted delicious. Without removing his mouth, he used his free hand to snap the thin strap around the top. Then he moved the material to the side and gave her pussy a proper lick. She nearly dislodged him as he lapped at her wetness with solid flat strokes of his tongue. Slow, broad sweeps as she squirmed beneath him, fingers gripping what she could with immense power.
Her scent filled him and he wanted more. Craved more. One swipe up as he circled her clit then he backed off and blew on her flesh.
She shuddered.
Diving forward again, he latched his mouth around her shiny nub and teased her opening with his index finger. Her thighs clamped around his head anchoring him there as she writhed and wriggled.
As she came hard around the finger he slipped inside her, he didn’t break contact until her body was lying there with tremors that hit her occasionally. Only then did he move back up to her face to kiss her.
She didn’t shy away but eagerly met him head on. “Fuck, you’re good at that,” she muttered into his mouth. “I nearly screamed my head off.”
“You’re hot, so fucking tight and wet. Christ, I’m ready to come and I still have my pants on.”
Her hand dropped to his snap. “I can fix that.”
As she attacked his pants, he removed her bra, unfastening it so it would just slide off when she lowered her arms.
“Get out of them,” she demanded.
Brodie gained his feet and pushed his jeans down past his hips as she tossed her bra away to the side. Fuck, he was going to lose it before he even got inside her. The woman was damn near perfect.
She pushed her hair back from her face and beckoned to him.
Brodie listened to her silent command, kicking his pants off and removing his socks. He then climbed back on the bed, crawling up her naked form until
their mouths were once again, connected. He pushed her until the mattress was beneath her and he was what covered her from any chill.
Reaching over her head to his bedside table, he yanked a condom from the drawer and ripped it open.
She took the prophylactic from him and broke the kiss. “Let me.”
He grunted as he sat back, his cock, long and hard, reaching out toward her.
She curled her warm fingers around him and it jumped in her grip. Shea stroked him three times before she moved the condom to his dick then rolled it over the head and down his shaft.
“Shea.” The sound was more akin to a growl than anything truly legible, but he didn’t try again, her fingers being on him was out of this world.
Chapter Five
Shea licked her lips and blinked. Nope, the view hadn’t changed. Brodie’s erection still jutted from a thatch of brown hair. Just like she thought before, the man was packing. Such a thick, long shaft and she desperately wanted it pushing into her. When she’d slid the condom down his length, for a moment she’d been tempted to wait with the protection and return the pleasure he’d provided her with his tongue.
His cock bobbed and she accepted it would be a while before she tasted him on her tongue. Instead of lying back, she captured her lower lip and moved closer to him. Then at his kneeling body, she rose enough to straddle him. One hand on his shoulder, she gripped his shaft and lined it up to her pussy. Holding his gaze in the low light in the room, she sank down on him. “Oh fuck,” she gasped the words out as his cock stretched and filled her. “God damn, that feels good.”
Brodie cupped her ass and supported her, as she could go no further down. “You’re not lying.”
She tipped her head forward and nipped at his lips as she began moving her hips. Up and down she slid as the kiss deepened. He squeezed one ass cheek and shoved his other hand in her hair, moving down until he cupped the nape of her neck.
Shea liked this, enjoyed being held by him like this.
She locked her ankles around his back, keeping him closer, just enjoying the feeling of being filled. Breaking the kiss, she buried her face into the side of his neck. His masculine scent rolled around her, surrounding her in a cloud. A place she didn’t want to leave.