Ask Me Why(63)

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The final scene of the movie fades to black. My inner child claps with glee. It’s been years since I’ve watched a cartoon. And I couldn’t have asked for better company.

When the credits begin rolling, I attempt to shift my arm. Shooting pain stabs into my muscle. A wild fire spreads from that inch of movement, and I swallow a moan. Dammit, that hurts.

Ollie is snoring on my shoulder. I don’t have the heart to move him, but my limb is dead asleep. Something has to give.

I look up and find Brance’s gaze locked on me. My belly flip-flops at the desire I find reflecting in his blue pools. With a nod at his son, I send a telepathic message for rescue. He smirks, dimples denting his scruffy cheeks. That earns him a scowl.

I burrow deeper into the couch. It’s apparent my knight isn’t in the saving mood. I let my lashes flutter shut. A muttered curse from my right follows shortly after. I peek one eyelid open and watch him spit out a few more expletives.

“What?” My voice is barely a whisper.

Brance stares at us silently for a few more beats. His gaze travels slowly, as if committing this moment to memory. Those blue depths are alight with something I can’t decipher. A real smile curves his lips, followed by a heavy sigh. He stands and scoops Ollie up with practiced efficiency.

Once the weight has been removed from me, sharp tingles attack my left side with gusto. I’m quick to rub feeling into my arm. When the burning sensation subsides, I flop against the cushions with a whoosh. Having that kiddo sleep on me was totally worth it. I’d take that type of numbness any day.

Brance is back a minute later, hovering in front of me. “Need a lift?”

“Where to?” I walk my toes up his denim-clad leg.

My skirt shifts when I scoot closer to the edge. Brance takes advantage, shoving the material up higher. My pink panties are on full display. His finger gently traces the lace trim. My core coils from the hunger in his expression.

“My bed. Now.” The grisly tone seems edgy, impatient. Opposite of his touch against my center.

I peer up through hooded lashes. “We’re gonna test your springs?”

“There’s a first for everything, babe.”

“Yes.” I grant permission, but we know it’s not needed.

These late-night hookups are our dirty secret. I’m not the least bit ashamed to admit how much that turns me on.

Brance hauls me into him with a growl. I arch my spine and purr. He hoists me up with zero effort, cupping my ass in his big palms. I cross my ankles against his lower back. With a spin on his heel, Brance strides across the hardwood floor. I grip the muscular rocks of his shoulders and hold on for the ride.

It feels like we’re flying. I’m pretty sure he’s clearing three stairs at a time. The same urgency courses through my veins. His grasp on me is firm. I’m not going anywhere. A door swings open, and we’re cloaked in darkness. Brance pauses for half a second to flip a switch. He turns and deposits me on the mattress with a light toss.

I crawl backward until my head bumps against a pillow. He reaches behind him and strips off his shirt with one smooth move. I’m antsy, rubbing my thighs together before spreading them apart. Brance undoes his jeans and shoves them down. He stands before me in a black pair of briefs, tenting in the front with his desire.

For me.

I prop myself up and lick my lips. With a curl to my fingers, I beckon him to me.

Brance strokes himself through his shorts. Such a damn tease. “Take off anything you don’t want ripped into shreds.”

A shiver skates over me with his filthy promise. I slowly remove my tank, throwing the cotton top at his bare chest. Brance catches it and brings the material to his nose. His gaze burns a hundred degrees hotter. I’m sure scorching heat shimmers in mine. The flouncy fabric of my skirt slinks down my legs. With a flick, my bra is tossed on the floor. I leave my panties firmly in place.

Brance’s eyes flare with blue flames. He bends forward and reaches for me. The flimsy elastic is no match for his brute strength, snapping with one jerk. The torn satin gets balled in a fist and tossed aside. I drift a palm across my naked breasts and bare torso. My touch wanders lower and a loud rumble rises from Brance.

He makes a circular motion with his finger. “On your elbows and knees.”

I follow his command instantly, flipping onto my stomach. The bed dips with his weight as he settles behind me. He grips my hips and angles me higher. I proudly stick my ass out, which earns me a light slap. My legs tremble as I wait. Brance swipes along my core, finding me slippery and wanting.

“Always wet for me. Such a needy girl.”

I’m nodding fast. “I’m ready for you.”

I feel his cock at my entrance, barely a whisper. My hips automatically wiggle back. I push further into him, seeking more.

Brance runs a hand over my lower back and ass. “You’re eager.”

I bow into his touch. “Yes, please.”

He groans. “Love you begging for my cock.”

“Make me feel good.”

“Don’t I always?”

I open my mouth with another plea. Brance lines up and slams into me. A burst of color blooms in my vision. I claw at the sheets and tumble under his spell.

Holy shit.

Brance’s hips grind against me, forcing us closer. There’s not a sliver of space separating our bodies. I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. He drags out and pushes in, paradise spreading through my center. I’m soaking in rainbows and sunshine on a tropical beach. It’s like our first round each time. I’ll never tire of this euphoric sensation. That’s a scary thought. But not one that fits in this moment.