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  “Then be a good girl and show me,” he demanded and let go of me.

  Not wasting any time, I reached into the waist band of his sweat pants and pulled out his cock.

  He groaned, his eyes closing as I stroked him hard.

  My core pulsed and although I was sore, tender from the many times we had made love already, I couldn’t get enough of this man.

  His length grew under my touch, his hips bucking when I brushed a thumb over the tip.

  I brought my hand up to my mouth and licked the pre-cum off of me.

  His nostrils flared. “It makes me so fucking hard knowing you love the taste of me.”

  I covered his mouth with mine and lowered myself onto him, my body stretching to meet his size.

  He swallowed my moan and grabbed my hips, pulling me hard against him as I rode his rigid length. “You’re wet already and I haven’t even touched you,” he husked.

  I circled my hips, slamming against him as I gave us what our bodies needed. “I woke up wet for you.” I breathed.

  He growled and deepened the kiss, running his hands up and down my back. His calloused fingers ignited my skin on fire.

  “That’s it. Harder, Evvie. Use your body to please me.” He gripped my ass, pulling me flush against him. His fingers dug into my flesh as he thrust into me as deep as he could go.

  I whimpered.

  “You like my dick deep inside that sweet pussy of yours?”

  “Oh God, yes,” I cried out, my thigh muscles burning from the over use.

  “Good. Now come with me.” He cupped the back of my neck and brought my mouth down to his, shoving his tongue between my lips. He kissed the hell out of me as I rode him hard.

  We came together, crashing over waves of pure bliss. He grunted, filling me and I screamed, the sounds of our pleasure mixing as one.

  He continued to thrust in me slow and deep as he devoured my mouth.

  The heady scent of sex mixed with the sounds of our bodies meeting, heated my skin.

  “Can you hear how much your body enjoys being fucked by me?” he breathed against my mouth.

  I panted and sucked on his bottom lip.

  He growled and gripped the back of my neck, squeezing before plunging his tongue back into my mouth. “My body owns you. Don’t forget that.”

  I smiled and pushed against him, challenging him. “Right now, I think it’s my body that owns you.”

  He released me and pushed his laptop to the side. “Say that again.”

  I swallowed hard at the wicked glint in his eyes. “I. Own. You,” I said, pointing at his chest.

  In a quick move he lifted me onto the table. “Again.”

  “I own you.” I laughed.

  He smirked. “Are you sure?”

  I licked my lips and nodded. “Yes, lover boy.”

  His thumbs brushed over the folds of my pussy. “Last chance to take that back.”

  “Never.” I shook my head. “You’re mine. Always have been. My body owns you.”

  “We’ll see about that.” He placed his hands on my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart. He spread me open to him as far as my body would allow. He winked and covered my clit at the same time he thrust two fingers into me.

  I bucked under him, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he sucked the hardened nub. “Oh God. Brett.”

  His fingers plunged into me, a growl escaping his lips. His lips closed over the nub sending a jolt of electricity straight through my body.

  Just when I was about to come, he stopped.

  My eyes widened as he lifted his head, his lips glossy from my juices. “I wish my come would stay inside of you, marking you as mine from the inside out.”

  A hot shiver ran down my spine and I moaned as he pushed his fingers into me as deep as possible.

  “You want to come?”

  “Yes,” I begged.

  “Then say it.”

  I frowned. “Say what?”

  He grinned and dove at my center again but ignored the spot where I wanted him most. His finger brushed over my pussy before sinking back into me. “Say it.”

  I had no idea what he was talking about. “I…” I panted. “Please.”

  His finger was replaced by two, thrusting into me hard as he brushed his teeth over my clit. “Tell me and I’ll let you come.”

  “I don’t know—”

  His mouth closed on my inner thigh, his teeth biting down hard.

  I cried out, tears burning my eyes at the sharp pain but oh God, did it ever feel good. The deep thrusts of his fingers mixed with the bite sent tingles spreading over my body. A sheen of sweat coated my skin as he continued to ignore my begging for a release.

  “Tell me,” he demanded, reining small but sharp bites over my inner thighs. His lips reached the crease beside my pussy. “I enjoy seeing my marks on you, lover.”

  I enjoyed it too. It let me know where he’s been, always reminding me of his touch. “Brett, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

  “Who owns who?” he asked, pushing his fingers into me as far as he could.

  I gasped, gripping the edge of the table. “You. You own me. Please, I can’t…I need—”

  His thumb rubbed over my clit. His teeth bit down on the crease between my thigh and pussy and his fingers thrust into me at a frantic rate.

  My body shook as I gasped for air, the multiple sensations mixing as one. Just when I thought I was about to break, shattering from the ecstasy, his finger pushed into the tight hole at my rear, setting me off. An explosion erupted inside of me. It was hard, making me scream loud enough that my voice went raw.

  The orgasm was so intense, I felt like I was floating, having an outer body experience as I came down from the high of the release.

  Strong arms lifted me before placing me on the bed as a warm body covered mine.

  My eyes grew heavy when a deep chuckle sounded in my ear.

  “How was that?” Brett asked, pushing his hips between my legs.

  I ran my hands down his back, scratching my nails into his skin. “Best. Orgasm. Ever.”

  “Good.” His tongue licked up the side of my neck before delving into my mouth.

  I swallowed the sweet taste of my juices mixed with the saltiness of his previous release and lifted my hips as he lowered into me.

  His movements were slow but deep.

  I moaned, my muscles jumping, my core pulsing. A tingle spread through my center and I whimpered.

  “That’s it. I want you with me,” he breathed against my mouth.

  My nails dug into the hard muscles of his back as we came together. We swallowed each other’s sounds of ecstasy as our bodies moved as one.

  I sighed in bliss, running my hands down his sweat slicked back.

  He chuckled and placed a hard kiss on my lips before releasing me completely.

  I watched as he rose from the bed and righted his pants.

  He pulled me into his arms, wrapping the blanket around me and placed his laptop on my lap. “I want to show you what I’ve been working on.”

  A couple of clicks later, an advertisement popped up on the screen.

  Benefit Against Drunk Driving

  Making people aware

  Saturday, November 10th, 2013

  All proceeds go to families affected

  6pm – 10pm

  Location: The Red Love

  My breath caught in my throat and I looked up at him before glancing back at the screen.

  He smiled lightly.

  “Anything I can do to help?” I asked, pulling the blanket tighter around us.

  “Just you being there beside me is all the help I need,” he said, shutting his lap top closed. His eyes took on a faraway look.

  My heart hurt, wishing I could take away his pain. My mom had died from cancer. Natural causes. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he and his sister had gone through. Having both of your parents die due to a drunk driver hitting them was something you could never get over.

&n
bsp; “Are you okay?” I asked, cupping his cheek.

  “Yeah,” he answered, his voice thick as he placed the computer back on the nightstand.

  Tears burned my eyes.

  “Hey, Evvie, don’t.” He kissed me on the nose. “You’ve cried enough over me.”

  I shook my head. “This is different.”

  “Stop. I can’t deal. Even though it was years ago, it still…” he swallowed. “It fucking hurts.”

  With a shaky breath, I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him. Pouring the love I felt for this man into my touch.

  “Thank you,” he whispered.

  I leaned back. “For what?”

  “For being you. For not leaving even though I can be a dick.”

  “I love you,” I said, cupping his face in my hands. “I’m sure I’m not the easiest person to get along with either.”

  He scoffed. “Evvie, you are perfect.”

  I laughed. “I’m many things but perfect is not one of them.”

  Brett’s eyebrows narrowed as he grabbed my wrists. “You are perfect for me. You’re still here even after all the shit I’ve put you through.”

  My stomach clenched. “I love you. We both make mistakes. You thought you were looking out for me but realized that you needed me more.”

  “I couldn’t deal with any of this without you. I’m…I’m not strong enough,” he mumbled and looked away.

  I sighed and brushed a thumb over his bottom lip. I didn’t know how to make him see reason. How to make him not be so hard on himself. Maybe there was something wrong with me that I still stuck around but I loved him. It was all consuming, all powerful, like he told me when we first started seeing each other. “I’m not leaving you, Brett.”

  He nodded slightly. “I know.” He took a breath. “I know that.”

  Did he? “No matter what. This?” I motioned between us. “Is strong. Permanent.”

  He looked away, his jaw clenching.

  “Brett,” I demanded.

  His eyes twinkled as he met my gaze.

  “Don’t look at me like that.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

  I kissed him hard. “With doubt in your eyes.”

  He laid us down, pulled off his pants and wrapped his arms around me. Bringing the blanket up and around us, he held me tight, pressing his body against mine. “It would destroy me if you left me,” he whispered into my hair.

  “Stop. I’m here. I’m always here. I’m not leaving.” I grabbed his hand, pulling him tighter around me. I would crawl under his skin if I could. Curling up into a little ball in the corner of his warmth. He was my safe place. My forever. My one. My only.

  “I couldn’t deal with the shit about my mom either if it wasn’t for you,” he mumbled, his voice getting heavy from sleep.

  “I’m here, Brett. You’re safe.”

  His body relaxed as he kissed my shoulder. His breathing eventually turning deep and even.

  I lay awake, staring at the ceiling as I listened to the sounds of Brett’s hot breath against my neck.

  I loved the man that had his body wrapped around me. His hold on me was tight, like he thought he would wake up and I would be gone. Never. I was his. I knew that now.

  TEN

  I brought our nightly bath time ritual to Mexico with us. Except there, the tub was huge and I could sit across from Brett. My body leaned against the white cool basin. The scent of lavender and vanilla invaded my nostrils, a sigh of bliss leaving my lips.

  “Do you know how hard it is to control myself when you’re sitting there naked and soapy?” he said, holding my foot in his hands. He brought it up to his mouth and nibbled my heel.

  I giggled. “This is our time, remember? No sex.” I enjoyed just spending moments like this with him. We had our issues but it was like as soon as we were together in our bath, all thoughts of the outside world left us.

  Brett grinned, his blue eyes twinkling. “But if it turned into a shower, then we can?”

  “Yes.” Those were the rules. Even if we didn’t talk and just sat there, there was no sex allowed in our baths together. Call it lame or corny, but we needed this. A relationship couldn’t be based on physical needs. I knew that and so did he, even though he wanted to deny it.

  “Are you having a good vacation?” he asked, pushing his thumb into the arch of my foot.

  A moan escaped my lips. “Yes. You?”

  He winked. “Oh yes.”

  My cheeks heated and I shook my head. It was a week into our vacation and although he hadn’t wanted me to get touched by the sun, my pale skin was a little tender. But it was darkening nicely into a light tan so I didn’t feel so much like a ghost.

  There had been no sign of Stefan since our first encounter with him. We had stuck to the beach and our room, getting room service whenever we were hungry. Brett got enjoyment from feeding me or eating the food off of me and I was saddened with the fact that one more week and this would be over.

  ***

  The next morning after breakfast, we decided to head down to the beach. Lathering on the sunscreen, I had a moment of jealousy that Brett’s skin could golden and mine would burn. Damn my blonde hair and blue eyes. My brother’s? Nope, they had no issues tanning at all. I was the unfortunate one.

  “Swim?” Brett asked, rubbing the cream on my shoulders.

  I shook my head. “I think I want to read first.”

  “I think we should swim first,” Brett said, grabbing my hand. His gaze travelled down my bathing suit clad body, heating my skin on fire.

  I swallowed. I brought three bikinis with me to Mexico and after much debate over which one I would wear, I chose the sexy red one-piece. It still hardly covered anything but I told Brett that we would never have to see any of these people again after our trip. “I want to read. It’s a really good—”

  “Lover, I will throw you over my shoulder if I have to. Either way, you’re going swimming,” he said, his voice firm.

  I frowned, attempting to pull my hand from his grip. “I want to read and besides, you wouldn’t dare.”

  A wicked smirk splayed on his face. He pinched my chin and brushed his mouth along mine before biting my bottom lip. “Try me.”

  My heart fluttered. I playfully punched him in the stomach forcing him to let go of me.

  An evil glint flashed in his eyes before he hooked an arm around my middle and threw me over his shoulder.

  I squealed, gripping the waistband of his bathing suit shorts. “Brett, put me down!”

  He chuckled and started jogging to the water. “I will.”

  My cheeks heated as the chuckles sounded around us. Women giggled and I looked up as we neared the water.

  Their gazes heated, jealousy soaring through the air. Eat your hearts out girls. He’s mine.

  “Brett, put me down please,” I said, smacking him on the ass.

  “You will pay for that,” Brett growled, gripping my hips. He swatted my rear making me yelp. So he was allowed to smack my butt and not the other way around? I grinned. We’ll see about that. I repeatedly slapped his hard delicious ass when I was suddenly, thrown over his shoulders.

  I landed in the cool body of water, coughing and sputtering as I choked down the salty water. Rising to the surface, I splashed Brett. “You are a douche monkey.”

  He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. “Douche monkey? You can’t come up with something better, lover?”

  I struggled in his grip. “Sorry. All the salt has clouded my judgment.”

  “Well you’ll be calling me something else in a moment,” he said, swimming with me in his arms.

  I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, holding on tight as he swam with me against him. “Oh? Like what?”

  He winked. “Something like, Oh-Brett-yes-harder-harder-faster-you-are-amazing-you’re-a-fucking-God. Would that work?”

  I tapped my chin. “Hmm…I don’t know.”

  “Or how about, Yes-Brett-Oh-yes-harder-fuck-me-harder-ma
ke-me-scream,” he said, raising his voice to imitate me.

  I rolled my eyes and giggled. “I do not sound like that.”

  “No? Then tell me, Evvie, what do you sound like?”

  “Oh-yes-yes-wait-you’re-done-already? How’s that?” I laughed.

  His eyes darkened making my breath catch. “Are you challenging me, my sweet Evvie?”

  “Now why would I ever do such a thing?” I teased.

  “You won’t be asking me why I’m done already in a moment. With my cock buried deep between your creamy thighs, you’ll be begging me to stop.” He placed a hard kiss on my lips, not giving me a chance to process his words. “You’ll be screaming my name so hard, your voice will go raw.”

  “Hmm…sounds like a good idea,” I breathed against his mouth. “I like this playful side of you,” I whispered.

  He grinned and cupped my ass before wrapping my legs around his waist. “You bring out the best in me,” he whispered.

  I placed a soft peck on his mouth when I was pressed up against a rocky wall. Looking around us, I realized that we had swum around the bend. The waves moved against us, hitting hard against the side of the small mountain.

  “Is this safe, Brett?” I asked, squeezing my thighs tight around him.

  “Don’t worry, lover. I got you.”

  My heart gave a start. His words meaning more than just at that moment. I cupped his cheeks, staring intently into his deep blue eyes. “And I got you.”

  His mouth crashed to mine.

  I reached between us, pulling his rigid length from his swimming trunks. Pushing my bathing suit bottoms to the side, I lowered my body onto him.

  He groaned, pushing into me with the added force of the waves.

  “Brett,” I breathed against his mouth.

  His hold on my waist tightened.

  I gasped, an eruption of pleasure exploding inside of me. Cries of ecstasy escaped my lips, the sounds of the ocean swallowing my screams.

  ***

  “Where are we going?” I asked Brett as the black town car drove us through Cancun.

  His hold on my hand tightened. “I have a surprise for you.”

  “Really?” We were leaving the next day. What kind of surprise could he have for me so close to the end of our trip?