When You're Mine (MINE #3)(17)
I blindly dug for a condom, found it and had it rolled on in seconds. The piercing thrust of his cock filled me with his want and his need, demanding with his body that I give it back to him. Barrett settled into a ruthless rhythm, gripping my legs while he f*cked me on the floor in front of the door with a brilliant fire of strong desire and determination. Barrett pulled out, unsheathing the condom from his cock. He stroked himself above my stomach, muscles tensed, jaw locked tight as the first shot of his release covered my skin, marking me.
Making me his.
I lay there covered in proof that in this moment, I belonged to him. I silently wondered if after this, I would ever find the will to walk away. And even if I did… would Barrett ever let me?
I continued to search for it in his car, in the faculty parking lot, within the confines of his heated mouth, but my self-control had been stolen from me. I never wanted this kiss to end. Thankfully, I’d showered at Barrett’s so I wouldn’t be too late for work. Can’t say it did any good, though. We spent more time f*cking than washing. I couldn’t get enough of him. His tongue tangled with mine, drowning me in his addicting affection. I wanted to dedicate an entire day to just this, his amazing mouth.
“I… I have to go,” I said, diving in for one last taste.
I stifled a groan when he finally released my mouth. “Text you later.”
“Ok,” I attempted to draw in a steady breath, but the air around me was still tainted with his scent. He planted a tiny kiss on the bridge of my nose. “Have a good day, baby.”
Safe to say, I walked around in a daze for the rest of the day, daydreaming about things that could never be, a man I could never keep, and a life I could never have.
Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.
~ Dorothy Thompson
I always wondered if the one would ever come along. The one who would outshine the rest. The one who would steal my heart and mark my soul. That’s why I’d avoided kissing for so long. I guess I thought I could prevent it from happening. At least until I wanted it to. But only a fool would think they could control something as powerful as this. This overwhelming need to make her mine had consumed me. It was like a runaway train and I didn’t care about locating the brakes. I attempted to get some work done, but I couldn’t concentrate. I still had her taste on my tongue and scent on my suit.
Succulent and sweet, my very own peach.
Smiling, I shook my head, looking up to catch Brent walking into my office. I was in too good of a mood to be an *, so I attempted to play nice. “What?”
Tilting his head, he gave me a smug grin. Why the hell did everyone keep looking at me like that? Mary Ann gave me the same look this morning when she brought me my coffee.
“What?” I clipped, urging him to get on with it. I had work to do and a woman on my mind. I didn’t have time for his shit.
“How are things going with the Lynchfield case?”
Silence.
The awkward kind I’d grown to hate. I tossed my reading glasses onto the desk in front of me, running a frustrated hand through my hair. “Great.”
“Need any help?”
“No.”
More silence.
Then… more bullshit.
“She means the world to me. I wish you would believe me.”
“I don’t.”
“We’re going to be family whether you like it or not. I’m trying to be the bigger man here.”
“A bigger man would have come to me first. A friend would have never touched my baby sister to begin with.”
“Mia is not a f*cking baby. She’s a grown woman who will soon be my wife and she knows the man I was before we fell in love.”
“I’m pretty sure you haven’t told her all your dirty secrets. Sorry, but the best you’ll ever get from me is tolerance. Only because I have no choice in the matter.”
“How can you sit there and judge me for my past? You’re no better than me,” he said, walking out.
He was right, maybe I shouldn’t judge. Then again, I wasn’t the one who lied.
“Mr. Shaw,” Mary Ann’s voice called through the intercom. “You have Mrs. Brooks on line one.”
Snatching the phone from the cradle, I pulled it to my ear with a smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“You sound awfully chipper this morning. Did you have an intern for breakfast?”
I chuckled, relieving some of the tension Brent had placed in my shoulders. “No, I had peaches for breakfast. What can I do for you today, Mrs. Brooks?”
“I need your help.”
“Shoot.”
She exhaled a deep breath. “I want to open my own firm.”
Pride swelled in my chest. Madison had shown an enormous amount of potential in her time here. She was smart, determined, and passionate about the law. I had no doubts in her ability to take on something this big, but in addition to my support, Madison was also seeking my honesty. “It won’t be easy.”
“I know, but I think I’m ready. I have the startup money and several pending cases I’ll bring with me. One of them is huge. If I overturn this conviction, it could bring me a lot of media attention and recognition. I was hoping you could fly down soon. I need someone to walk me though the process. You know what works and what doesn’t. I don’t want to f*ck this up and I have no one here I can trust.”