Shameless(94)

And just when I think it can’t feel any better, when I can’t get any higher, he twists his fingers inside of me, hitting me in just the right place, and I come apart, clenching my eyes shut as the rest of me tightens and throbs so hard, I have to hold onto his hips with both hands so I don’t smother him. I’m still quivering when his hands skate up and down my thighs.

“C’mere, baby,” he whispers. “Let me hold you.”

Those words warm me. Because I love how he always wants to take care of me.

And I can’t wait to show my appreciation.





63





Brady





Jesus Christ. I could die right now and be a happy man.

Kat crawls over me and collapses. She’s still gasping. I chuckle and run my hand through her silky soft hair.

“Good?”

She sighs, nuzzling into me. “Life-altering.”

I kiss her neck. She’s so warm as she molds herself to me. I close my eyes to appreciate this moment. Just being together.

I’m still throbbing between our bodies, but I like how sated she feels. How calm and relaxed. Like we could hide away forever. Even on this awful couch with the springs that want to bust a hole in my ass.

We lie entwined as she catches her breath.

A minute later, she pulls back, and I move her hair out of her face. A smile lifts her lips. “Love you,” she whispers and leans down to kiss me.

“Mmm. Love you too, baby.”

And then she nibbles on my neck. “I want you to come just as hard as I did.”

I laugh. “Yeah?”

She pushes on my chest as she sits up and leans back to shove my jeans lower. When she turns back to me, I’m so struck by her beauty, my mouth goes dry. Her hazel eyes are wide and vulnerable. Long, thick locks of dark hair tumble over her shoulder and dance just above her breasts.

She licks her lips, which are swollen and wet and completely tantalizing.

I grab her and knead her skin. Those slender legs slide on either side of my hips as she moves against me. She’s slick and hot and feels so good, I want to pound into her.

But I don’t.

Instead, I steady her hips and thrust against her.

Her eyes shudder closed, and I do it again and watch as my dick parts her folds.

“Brady,” she moans, letting her head fall back.

I repeat the motion until her thighs tighten against my body and I know she’s close again. I lift her up and position myself against her opening, holding her weight up as I slowly nudge in and out.

“Holy shit.” She’s shaking again.

Kat leans forward to grip my shoulders, her hips bucking against me. I know she wants to me to fill her. I’m dying to feel her too.

A little whimper leaves her mouth, and it breaks my resolve to go slow. She sinks down on me so fast I see stars.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I take her ass in my hands and slide her up and down on my shaft. “You feel so f*cking good.”

Her gasps sound in my ear. “Yes,” she moans on each thrust, encouraging me, so I go faster, until I can’t f*cking wait another minute.

I flip her onto her side against the back of the couch and hook her leg over my hip and pump into her. Hard and fast and furious.

Her nails dig into my back. She chants louder.

And when I reach a hand between us and rub that spot, she comes apart, quaking and rolling, squeezing my dick so hard that I follow with my release.

We’re panting and sweaty when I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. She squeezes her thigh muscles, and I laugh from the intensity of still being inside her.

Which makes me realize I never grabbed a condom. After everything she just told me.

I lean up on one arm and gaze down at her. “Sweetheart, we okay just on your birth control?” Kind of an idiotic question to ask after the fact, but I should still ask.

She nods. “Yeah. We’re good.” I kiss her and collapse back down as her leg tightens around my hip. She whispers, “You’re the only one.”

“The only one for what?”

“To go bare.”

It takes a moment for that to sink in.

“Even with your ex?”

She nods, and a primitive sort of pride fills me, the kind that makes me want to toss my girl over my shoulder and run off so no other * can appreciate her.

Kissing her lips, I grunt, “Good.” And then it dawns on me. “You’re a first for me too.”

She’s quiet as she runs her hand up and down my bicep. “Really?”

I can hear the happiness in her voice. “For a lot of things, Kat.” And for many more things to come I hope.

Her hair tumbles over us, and I inhale her sweet scent. Mine. This girl is mine. For as long as she’ll have me.



The barn is quiet the next morning when we feed our merry band of random animals. A quiet contentment fills me as I watch Kat pet Sampson, who neighs and huffs against her palm.

“Who took care of these guys while we were gone?” she asks as she brushes out his mane.

“The MacIntyres.”

Bandit pops out of nowhere and grips Kat’s leg in a bear hug.

“Oh, wittle baby,” she coos. “I missed you.”

Kat picks up the raccoon and hugs the thing to her chest. He grins at me over her shoulder.