Crushed (Torn #7)(44)

For the very first time, I had felt in tune with him as he took me to a different dimension. Each breath, each stroke, every kiss, he was with me all the way—in me, penetrating my body and soul all in one combustible energy, rousing something profound within me, something much bigger than I could comprehend. And I wasn’t sure what to do with it.

The questioned remained, where did I go from here?

“I can hear you thinking one hundred miles a minute,” Brody grumbled as he pulled me against his body, tightening his arm around me as his naked body spooned against mine. “Breathe. It’s okay. It’s just me, the love of your life,” his teasing didn’t do anything to lighten my mood. In fact, it had the opposite effect. “By the way, I’m taking you out on a date today, so you’re stuck with me.”

Well, he sure didn’t waste time with this date. I mean, it was just a date, right? What was the harm in dinner and making googly eyes across the table as I secretly dreamed of ways to punish him for making me say yes to the damn date in the first place?

“Fine. Fine. Fine. Whatever you say. But once this shit is done, there’ll be no more dates.”

He playfully nudged his hips against my buttocks, provoking his ever-hardening member while I felt his hand gradually seek my breast, fondling it as his breath played against my ear.

“Did I ever tell you I like the smell of your skin? It reminds me of the sun and honey. Your name really is you.”

Oh, geez. My skin reminded him of sun and honey? Could he be any more obvious?

“Brody, if this is your idea of seduction just so you can f*uk me again, you can think again.”

“Well, are you saying no?” he mused, pushing his dick a little farther this time, sliding past my ass all the way to the damn entrance of my pu**y. The bulbous tip of his cock applied a great deal of pressure against my opening, ready at any given notice. “If your wetness is anything to go by, I shouldn’t be even asking you for permission. It’s obvious you can never say no to me f*uking you, but I’m being a gentleman here.”

Seriously, this was being a gentleman?

“Please, you’re insulting those men by associating yourself as such.”

He gave a hearty laugh then placed my earlobe between his teeth and nibbled.

“Are you on the pill?”

Yes. “No. Why?”

He bit my neck before sucking on it, hard. I was thrashing and shrieking from the pain and pleasure it brought.

“You f*uking bit me!” No one had ever bitten me, not like that, and I was confused at the amazing response my body made, making me more wanton than I had been seconds before.

“I’m going to leave a hickey every time you lie to me.”

My body instantly froze. “A hickey? You better not, or I’ll leave one on you, too!” Of course he knew. He had known all along. It was his thing each and every time he had hollered at me for some casual sex, always asking if I was on the pill. So, if he already knew, why ask?

“I don’t care.” He chuckled.

His response baffled me because the old Brody would have probably made me go take a long f*uking hike.

“Yeah, right. You’re full of it. We both know you’d flip if I gave you one.”

His arms tightened around me before his cock reminded my pu**y that it was waiting for my permission to be ravaged by his hungry member, and only then did he decide to answer my threat. “If anyone asks, I’ll just say it’s from you. Easy.”

“Now you’re just being crazy.”

“Don’t care. Maybe I am, but so f*uking what? Maybe it’s time people know what you and I have been up to for years.” Though he delivered the words in his typical lazy tone, I knew he meant them.

I was about to argue all the points of why he was wrong, and I was ready to go down to f*uked up memory lane before he decided to beat me to it by asking another question.

“I asked about the pill because I don’t want to keep pulling out. I want to nut inside of you. Is that okay?”

I should have been appalled, yet the idea of him expanding and exploding inside of me made me a little heady and faint. f*uk. Yeah, f*uk. Of course, I really should stop thinking about f*uk, f*uking, or anything f*uk related at this point since it was messing with my judgment and common sense. Brody was the past, not to mention in love with the newly minted bride Lindsey.

Sigh. The very thought of my friend and how in love he was with her dampened my mood and everything else that came with it. It also revitalized my mind, sealing my purpose once more that I needed to move on from him.

“No. Last night’s sex was the last. After the date, I’m done with you. That’s it.”

He stilled, taking time to respond to my words, and when he did, it saddened me. “I won’t back off, not until I know you’re with someone.”

Brody was pushing himself and the idea of us to a point where I felt as if he was suffocating me. After all, the incident with Rob and me coming to terms with the rape and how I had somehow liked it was still fresh in my mind. How could I grasp something like that, something so vile that it made me vomit, yet I would get flashes of myself moaning as Rob f*uked me hard? Rob was right; I had been begging for it. In my messed up mind, how could I fathom dealing with that on top of what Brody was offering me?

“What if I tell you that I like Carter?” I threw the gauntlet, bracing for the imminent backlash. There was no doubt there would be hell to pay for my insensitive comment, but I had to resort to something, or Brody would bulldoze his way into my life.