Shameless(70)

Water sloshes over the side of the tub as we move against each other, our breaths hot on one another’s lips. My hands move to her breasts, which shimmer in the soapy water. I’m thinking this can’t get any better when she reaches between us to press my cock tighter against her swollen *.

“Katherine.” It’s all I can say before she sucks on my tongue, whimpering into my mouth as she glides against my cock.

And then she arches up and positions me at her entrance.

I still her hips. “Babe, we don’t have to—”

She kisses me, her eyes urgent with emotion as she whispers, “It’s okay. I want to do this with you.”

Her tongue darts out to lick across the seam of my lips, and my thread of control snaps.

I sink into her, all of my nerves straining to get closer to this woman. I squeeze her breasts as delirium washes over me.

“Oh, f*ck,” I grunt against her neck.

Swear to God, sex has never felt this good before.

Her hips jerk, and she lets out a moan that makes me swell harder inside her tight body. I take a deep breath and try to keep myself from going over the edge.

After a moment, I grip her hips and move her faster. “Touch yourself, baby.” I know she’s shy in this weird way, not about giving me pleasure, but about giving herself what she needs.

Her hand disappears under the water, and I feel her fingers between her legs, dipping low to stroke where we join.

I thrust harder.

“Brady,” she gasps.

“Let go, baby.”

My hand joins hers, and I rub her swollen clit in quick circles.

Her eyes squeeze shut as her whole body rocks against me. She thrashes, sending water everywhere when she comes, her sharp moans echoing in the small bathroom. And I follow right behind, spilling my release into her.



I’m sure we’re going to regret tonight’s f*ckfest tomorrow when we have to get up at the crack of dawn, but once we broke the seal and went without a condom, we couldn’t get enough of each other.

I know it’s stupid, not using protection, because the last thing either of us needs is a pregnancy, and as much as I want to spend every night losing myself in her body, this can’t happen again. She and I already had the birth control talk. She’d gotten tested after she broke up with her ex, and I got tested a few months ago. I don’t think you can ever be too careful when you work with needles, so I make it a priority to make sure I’m safe.

I’ve never gone bare. Never been tempted to. Until now.

It’s well past two in the morning, and we’ve collapsed in her small bed. She’s draped across me, one naked thigh over mine, as her fingers drift across the lines on my chest. Most girls ask what they mean, but she never has, though I see her interest. She always studies me, her eyes drifting across my skin like she’s trying to memorize my ink.

“They’re beautiful,” she whispers, her lips swollen from our activities.

“They’re just lines.”

“No, I mean it. Your tattoos are stunning.” Her finger traces the lines of the dragon on my bicep.

“That one is for my grandfather. He died when I was little, but we were close.” I point to my chest where two figures dot the sky. “This is the constellation Gemini. It’s the first one I ever got.”

“The twins.”

I nod. “I was a twin, but my brother Scotty died when we were five.”

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry.” She rubs the image like she’s trying to soothe me.

“What happened?”

“He got sick. Caught pneumonia.” I lick my dry lips. “Scotty and Cal both caught a really bad flu that winter, but Scotty never recovered.” I’m quiet as I think about those old memories. “I always felt guilty that I was the stronger brother. I never got sick. Never broke a bone. Everyone always told me I was the lucky one. Except I never felt lucky.”

I close my eyes as her finger traces under my collarbone. “That’s the ouroboros. It came next.”

“It’s intense, like you.”

I laugh. “I’m not that intense.”

She pokes my ribs. “Yeah, you kind of are.” She folds her arms on my chest and peers down at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

I study the slant of her nose. How her face is outlined in shadow. “Have you ever wanted a tat?”

Her head tilts to the side. “No. Not really.” She nibbles that lip. “Well, not until now, I should say.”

That piques my interest. “What would you get?”

“That’s just it. How do you mark your skin forever?” She shakes her head. “I’d hate regretting it. What if I changed my mind?”

I reach over to her desk where I saw a marker the other day. “Let’s do a trial run. Tell me what you want, and I’ll draw it on you. It’ll wash off in a day or two.”

“Really?” She smiles.

“Yeah.” I kiss her jaw and work my way down to her neck where I take a bite.

“Um.” She laughs. “I can’t concentrate when you’re biting me.”

I lick the faint indentation of my teeth marks and settle back against the pillow with a sly grin. “Tell me or I’ll come up with something random and weird.”