by Cathryn Fox
With my insides soaring, I laugh and give him a shove. “Go.”
As soon as they leave, I put on a fresh pot of coffee and put a bag of popcorn into the microwave. I catch my reflection in the window and notice the smile on my face. It’s been a long time since I’ve smiled so hard, or felt any kind of lightness inside of me. I glance outside and laugh as Brody throws snowballs and Mabel tries to catch them. My heart pinches. She’s going to miss him when he leaves.
I’m going to miss him when he leaves.
The microwave beeps and pulls me back, and by the time Brody comes inside with Mabel, I have the string, popcorn and cranberries all ready to go. I put coffee and cookies on a tray and carry them into the living room. Brody and Mabel follow. As I admire my beautiful tree, Brody places his hand on the small of my back. Warmth spreads through me, the heat from his touch, and the magic of the holiday season like a soothing balm to my heart. I take a breath, and for the first time in a long time, it doesn’t hurt to expand my lungs.
Mabel sniffs the tree, and when a branch springs back and bops her on the nose, she barks. “Come on, girl,” Brody says and guides her to her big comfy pillow. She snarls at the tree, then stretches and settles on her bed for a sleep. As Brody drops to the sofa, I can’t help but think an afternoon nap would be nice, too. I can’t remember the last time I treated myself to a quick one. A nap, I mean, not a quickie. Not sex. I’m not thinking about sex.
Liar.
My God, ever since he said he’d take me to the bedroom—correction, ever since he gave me a cold, slushy shower—I haven’t been able to stop thinking about sex. Why is that, Josie? Oh, probably because the hottest guy on the planet wants me as much as I want him, and he couldn’t look anymore adorable as he begins to string together popcorn, shoving a handful into his mouth.
He smiles up at me. “Everything okay?”
“Just tired.”
“You can nap if you want. We can do this later.”
“I actually think that’s a great idea.” My heart pounds against my chest because I can’t believe what I’m about to do…say. “Are you tired?”
“Nah, I’m okay.”
“Oh,” I say and his head lifts. I instantly know the second understanding hits by the way his eyes widen. He jumps up and the bowl of popcorn spills to the floor. His gaze goes from me to the popcorn, back to me, and there’s almost a panic about him, like he might have just ruined the moment.
“Shit…I…”
“Mabel likes popcorn,” I tell him and hold my hand out. “So, you are tired, then. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“Yeah, exhausted,” he explains, knowing exactly what I’m asking. “Spent. Can’t even keep my eyes open.”
I laugh at his enthusiasm and want careens through my blood, hitting every erogenous zone on the way. “Oh, that’s too bad, because I was thinking—”
“Forget about that,” he says so quickly, I stiffen. Is he having second thoughts? There’s an intensity about him that I’ve never seen before. Oh, God have I been reading this all wrong? Was he only kissing me because he thought Patrick could see? Did I make a fool of myself in the kitchen when it was clear Patrick was nowhere in the vicinity? I’m about to back up when he captures my arm to hold me in place. “Don’t tell me what you were thinking.” He picks me up and I gasp as he stalks down the hall. He practically kicks my bedroom door open, slams it shut and presses me against it. “Show me instead.”
9
Brody
My heart beats wildly in my chest as she runs her hands down my back, her lush breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard enough to score our clothes. Fuck, I have never wanted—needed—to be with anyone as much as I need to be with her. It’s frightening and exciting all at the same time.
With one arm around her, anchoring her tight against me so she doesn’t slip from my hips, I brush her hair back, my gaze moving over her face to take in the lust dancing in her eyes. While I want her—fuck, it might take more than the Shooters’ defensive end to pull her away from me—I need to know for sure this is what she wants.
“Josie,” I whisper, as her feet slide from around my back until she’s standing before me, gazing up at me with half-lidded eyes so full of desire I could fucking weep. I say her name again, and the lust retreats for a second, allowing understanding to take center stage.
“I want you, Brody.” She bumps against my thick cock, and I moan. “I want this,” she reassures me, after reading the concern in my eyes. “The fact that you’re worried about me, makes me want this—you—all the more.”
“What can I say, I’m a good boyfriend.” I’m making light of things, but there isn’t anything light about this moment. If I work really hard, I might be able to convince myself this is nothing more than sex between two people who barely know each other—been there, done that—but this warmth in my chest makes me think it’s a pivotal moment, like we’re crossing some imaginary line, and that is fucking scary because I don’t want to hurt her when I mess this all up. Not that we’re trying for a relationship here. I know better.
“Brody,” she murmurs. “Just us, just tonight, or just this week. Let’s not overthink this. Instead, let’s just have some fun. Like I said, it’s been far too long since I just let go.”
“Letting go is good.”
She grins, liking my answer, and slides into playful mode. “Okay, good boyfriend, what is it you wanted me to show you?”
I press my thumb to her bottom lip and she surprises me by sticking her tongue out to lick it.
“Jesus,” I growl, and shove my thumb into her hot mouth. She sucks me, and I nearly blow a load in my pants. I swallow and work to keep my shit together, but she has a small grin on her face. She likes what she’s doing to me. “Show me what you were thinking.” My thumb falls from her mouth, and I instantly miss her heat as she steps back, moving toward her bed. “Show me what you like,” I demand in a soft voice.
Her knees hit the bed, and as if the contact jolts something loose inside, her body stiffens, and she takes a fast breath. “Hey.” Her brow crinkles and she looks down. In two long strides, I’m right there, standing before her, my wet thumb under her chin, lifting her gaze to mine. “What is it?”
“It’s…nothing.” She smiles, but I’m not having any of that.
“Talk to me, Josie.” I take her hands in mine. I hold her tight, gently rub my thumbs over her wrists. “We don’t go any further until you tell me what just happened there.” She frowns. “We’re about to get naked and I’m about to put my cock inside you. It doesn’t get any more real than that, so please, be honest with me.”
“It’s…it’s been a long time.”
Warmth for the woman who’s standing before me, exposing her vulnerability, trusting me with it, fills my heart, and makes me fall just a little bit for her. “I know, it’s okay.” I cup her cheek and she leans into my hand.
“My late husband…he was the only man I’d ever been with. What if I’m…What if I don’t remember what I like?” Her loud gulp fills the quiet of the room. “And you…you’ve been with a lot of women, what if I dis—”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I grab her hips, and tug her to me, pressing my hard as granite cock into her stomach. “I want you. If you tell me no, fine. I’ll respect that. But just know that I’ll be leaving this room and won’t be back for a long time.”
“A…long time?”
“Yeah, I’ll be in the shower tugging one or twenty out.” I soften my voice when her eyes light with pleasure. “I want you. I have since I first set eyes on you. There is nothing you could do to disappoint me, and come to think of it, it’s not so bad that you might have forgotten what you like.” She angles her head, curiosity in her eyes. I pull on the hem of her sweater and slide my hands underneath to brush the warm, soft skin of her stomach. She sucks in a fast breath, a pink flush on her cheeks. “I think it’s going to
be a lot of fun exploring your gorgeous body and discovering all your wants and needs.” I lightly brush my lips over hers. “You said a few times now that it’s been a long time since you had fun, right?”
“That’s right.”
“You think this will be fun?”
“I think if you don’t get me naked soon, I might spontaneously combust.”
I chuckle at that, knowing the feeling all too well. “Lift your arms.”
She does as I ask and I peel her sweater over her head. Static makes her hair stand on end and she couldn’t look any more adorable than she does right now. But that thought leaves my head the second my gaze drops to take in her lush breasts, mainly the way her pink nipples are poking against her lacy bra. I wet my lips, and she moans in response, arching into me as I cup the sides of her breasts and lightly run my fingers over the soft material, wanting to go at her caveman-style, but I force myself to slow down and savor every goddamn moment, because everything in my brain is telling me Josie is worth cherishing, and might fuck me over in dangerous ways.
She slides her hands behind her back and unhooks her bra. It falls forward and her gorgeous tits spill into my hands. I massage them, and her head falls back, her hair tumbling down her back. Jesus, she’s so gorgeous.
“That is so good,” she says, the deep longing and need in her voice tugging at me. I bend forward to take one beautifully hard nipple into my mouth and breathe in the sweet scent of her skin. It’s an aphrodisiac. Powerful. Addicting. Mind-fucking-blowing. I lick her nipple and suck the tight bud into my mouth, and her nails scrape against my scalp, like she’s clamoring for me. No worries, sweetness. I plan to give you more—everything. Well, not everything. I can’t give my heart.
I move my mouth to her other breast. “Do you like this, Josie?” I ask, and glance up at her. She looks back at me, and I grin, taking in her dreamlike state as she slowly nods. I put my hand between her legs, lightly brush her sex through her pants and she gasps. “I can’t wait to discover what you like down here.”
“Yes, please…”
I lick her other nipple, then press open-mouthed kisses to her stomach as I sink to my knees, and put my mouth against her jeans. I exhale, warming her hot pussy through her clothes and she whimpers and wobbles, a little unstable on her feet.
I pop the button, slowly slide her zipper down, and her sexy little mewling sounds let me know how desperate she is for my touch. I tug her pants down, just enough to expose her damp curls. Her warm, aroused scent fills my nostrils and I breathe her into my lungs. With her legs tight together, I slide my tongue between her snug lips, tasting her sweetness as I go from bottom to top, until I reach her swollen clit. I lightly tease it with my tongue, and it quivers in response.
“Brody,” she gasps. “Brody, that is…God, that is good.”
“Let’s see what else you like.” I nudge her until she’s sitting on the bed, her gorgeous breasts free, her pants snug around her thighs. My racing heart skips a few beats as I take pleasure in the seductive sight before me. How did I get so fucking lucky?
“I want to see what you like,” she says, and reaches for me. She puts her hand over my bulge and rubs gently.
“I like that,” I say, and she smiles. Before I can stop myself, I add, “I like you.”
She smiles up at me. “I like you too, and can I tell you what I’d like right now.”
“Yeah.”
“I’d like to see your cock.”
Hearing sweet Josie use the word cock makes me smile. I like it. I like it a lot. “I’ll show it to you. If that’s what you really want.”
“It is.” She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as I tear into my pants and shorts, kick them to the floor, and free my cock. I take it into my hand and her eyes widen.
“You good, Josie?”
“I…am.”
“Good. Do you want me to tell you what I’d like right now?”
She puts her hand up, palm out, to stop me from speaking and my heart stalls. Shit, did I fuck this up already? I let go of my cock, and it stays erect, pointing at the woman it wants, when she shimmies out of her pants, lays back on the bed, and spreads wide for me.
“Motherfucker,” I whisper under my breath and her soft chuckle curls around me.
“I thought we’d get back to the showing instead of telling.”
I stare at her hot pinkness, her wet folds glistening in the overhead light. My cock jumps and I take it back into my hand. “It is. Show me everything,” I command in a soft voice.
She slides her hands down her body and parts her lips, offering herself up to me completely and I growl, forcing myself to think about something, anything—high school math, taxes, my next game—to keep myself from shooting a load off simply from looking at her. Yeah, that’s how much I want her.
“Did you need something?” I ask, some stupid part of me wanting to hear her say she needs me, wanting her to describe all the delicious things I plan to do to her.
“I need your mouth between my legs, Brody. I need to…” She takes a deep breath, and lightly strokes her clit. “…feel.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I climb onto the bed, slide my hands under her ass and lift her sweet, delicious pussy to my mouth for a feast, and feast, I do. I press my mouth against her, eat like a man starved, my tongue all over her, in her, until she’s gripping the sheets and chanting my name. I fucking love it.
I change the pressure of my tongue, slide it over her clit as I shift and dip one finger into her hot core. Her muscles instantly clench around me and I swear to God, the second I put my cock into her I’m a goner. So fucking wet hot and tight. I’ll never last, and I damn well know it.
“Brody…I’m…” Her words fall off and I no longer think she’s breathing. I tilt my head to see her, and she’s still, her eyes closed as she hovers somewhere between heaven and earth. Her pussy clenches hard around my fingers, followed by a rush of warmth, her sweet release dripping down my hand. I refocus and lap at her, drinking in every drop of her sweetness as she rides out each powerful wave. Something inside me swells, something I can only call pride. I love that she opened to me, gave herself over to me and I was able to bring her these moments of bliss where the world disappears and nothing but pleasure matters. It’s an honor.
Her body settles and I lift my head and find her up on her elbows, her eyes glossy as she gazes at me. “Hey,” I whisper. She smiles, and reaches for me. “Something you want?” I tease.
“Yes. I want you to put your cock in me. Isn’t that exactly how you described what we were going to do?”
“Such a dirty talker, Josie.”
“Oh, you like that, do you?” she says with a soft chuckle.
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe you’ll like this too.”
Before I even realize what she’s doing, she shoves me, hard—how does someone so little have so much strength?—and I’m flat on my back.
I gaze up at her as she shimmies on the bed, offering me a perfect view of her sweet, heart-shaped ass. “What are you doing?” I manage to get past a tight throat.
“I want to taste you. It’s only fair. You got to taste me.”
Even though I’m anxious to get inside her, the second she takes my cock into her small hand, the protest falls from my lips. “Josie…”
With her other hand, she pushes my shirt up to expose my stomach, and I grip it and rip it off until I’m naked too. “That’s better,” she says, running her fingers over my abs. “And wow, you are cut.”
I grin, a little sheepish but loving the compliment. I’m glad she likes what she sees. But I can’t think about that right now. Nope, not when she’s lowering her head and taking my thick cock into her hot mouth. Her lips stretch around me, and I grab her hair to hold it away from her face. I don’t want to miss a second of the action. The truth is, watching her suck me is the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, and I should probably stop watching and think about my taxes again, because yeah, I’m th
at fucking weak at the moment.
Dude, you are so fucked…in more ways than one.
10
Josie
He quivers beneath my touch and that sends sparks of satisfaction racing through me. I was worried about pleasing him. I know what it’s like for these hockey players, the hot girls who follow them around. That worry was for nothing, and honestly, it’s nice to feel again, but more than that, it’s nice to share this with Brody. I love experiencing his reactions to my…reawakening. Is that what I’m calling it? I guess in a sense it is, considering I haven’t felt a man’s hands on my body in a very long time. And you know what? I wouldn’t want it to be any other man’s hands on me, inside me. Brody’s words, his touch, everything about him reassures me and gives me the freedom to let go, to just forget about real life for a while.
I take him deep into my throat and his growls and low curses curl around me and fill me with a new kind of need. Even though I just orgasmed, my sex is clenching again, looking for something to grip on to. I slide my hand between his legs and cup his balls. His hips lift as I caress him and when his cock hits the back of my throat, cutting off my oxygen, I choke a little. I don’t care, though. I’m ready to take him even deeper when he grips my shoulders and eases me off him.
I’m about to tell him I’m okay, until my eyes meet his. My breath catches. Never in my life have I seen a man look at me with such intensity. “Brody…” I whisper.
“You have to stop.” His voice is low and tortured. “Josie, baby, I’m right there. You have to stop. If you don’t, I’m going to come down your throat.”
“Maybe I like that idea.”
He exhales sharply and briefly shuts his eyes like that image is playing out in his mind. “Yes, I want that too. I want that so fucking much, but the first time with you, I want to be inside you.”