Ask Me Why(51)

She grips my wrist and shoves my hand down between us. I find her clit and get to work. When I hit the spot, Braelyn trembles.

She swivels into me. “Yes, there. Just keep going.”

And I do. Harder and faster, plunging in and out. A pure shot of pleasure rushes into my veins. The grip on my control is fraying. Braelyn tightens around me, a noose strangling the breath from my lungs. All I feel is her squeezing and yanking me under. The sensation heightens and black spots dot my vision. This is it. What a fucking way to meet the end.

The cusp of release gathers in my balls. I circle her clit with rapid spirals until she’s spasming around me.

“Holy shit, I-I’m there.” Her muscles tense, triggering my own climax. We tumble over the edge with a mutual groan. I capture her next moan with my mouth. The waves crash, and I keep going. When I’m spent, my body collapses onto hers. I swallow her panting breaths, sharing every drop of my ecstasy.

Braelyn relaxes, and I break away from her lips. The smile she’s wearing screams louder than anything else. I already know once won’t be enough. The question forms without a doubt.

“Are we going extra innings?”

“You got more in the tank?”

“For you? Absolutely.”

She slaps my ass. “Batter up.”





Braelyn



Fragments



The early evening sun pours through the front windows. My stocking station is in direct impact of the scorching rays. As if I wasn’t warm enough already. The temperature skyrocketed when a certain someone strolled through Thicket’s door. This should have been taken into consideration when I assigned tasks.

Brance and his sinful smirk were too distracting. When he flashed those dimples at me, I had to wipe drool off my chin. It was a triumphant accomplishment that I was able to string a few sentences together.

I fan my clammy face. I’m tempted to crank the air conditioning. Would that be too obvious? Do I actually care?

I’ve been organizing a display of party supplies and swag for what seems like an hour. This would usually take ten minutes. A plastic tumbler spackled with glitter slips from my grip. I snatch it up with a huff. Where’s a cold shower when I need one?

I feel Brance’s overwhelming presence behind me. It’s impossible not to. He’s careful not to touch me. The sparks zipping through me scream that he might as well be. His broad chest is an inch away from my back when he boxes me in.

“Where does this belong?” His raspy whisper strokes my balmy skin.

I glance over to the toy corner. Ollie is preoccupied with piles of blocks, his back toward us. I grant myself permission to sag against Brance’s solid form. I look down at what he’s holding out in front of me. A laugh bubbles from my throat. The latest racy romance from my favorite author greets me. I blush, biting my lip. The scantily clad couple on the cover resembles us a few nights ago.

I blindly gesture to the designated row. “I keep a few books in stock over there.”

“Do you like this sort of literature?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Should I read you an excerpt?”

I choke on my shock. At my silence, he flips through the pages. I slam the book closed. The idea of him narrating an erotic passage is too much.

“You’re being bold.” I wave a frantic hand at his son not too far from us.

“I’m not touching you.”

“Trust me, that’s not necessary in this case.”

His nose dusts my ear. I hear his deep inhale. “I can smell how much you want me.”

I press my thighs together. “What?”

“Yeah, I bet you’re wet for me.”

“Stop, please. Maybe later.” My squeak is all breathy.

Brance chuckles. The filthy sound turns my nipples into hard peaks. My empty core clenches on nothing but air. Damn him.

He dips closer to my ear. “Yeah, we’ll see.”

Brance shifts backward, putting some much needed space between us. The tension oozes from my straining muscles. I appreciate the eye candy, but my body could use a reprieve.

“You don’t have to stay.” I’ve been repeating a version of that sentence countless times since he arrived.

Brance shrugs. “This is where Ollie wants to be.”

I peer over at him. “And you?”

“I’m managing.” He nods at the novel still in his hand.

“Feel free to pass the time reading. Just do it silently.”

“That’s not nearly as exciting.” Brance wags his brows. “For either of us.”

“You can shelf that in aisle three with the others.”

He snorts. “No, no. This is coming home with me. Especially after how you reacted just now. I want to know what gets your engine revving. Maybe I’ll learn some new tricks.”

This man is trying to make me climax on command. He might succeed before this conversation is over. “You don’t need any help in that department.”

“I haven’t used my best moves yet.”

Good Lord. How can it get better? I blink at him. “This will take much longer if you don’t quit messing with me. I’m not making any progress on all these discard piles.”

Brance narrows his gaze. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”