Chapter 24
Justice
Fireworks explode, filling my vision with light. I had never been so unsure about this moment. I’ve never given a damn about a man’s opinion of my body, and since Lance, I’ve only dressed for me. Now, I’m bent over the side of the bed. Brody’s face burrows in my sex, and his fingers pluck the jewel between my thighs. As euphoria washes over me, my eyes close with a hard bite.
He saw the stretch marks, the lumps, the dips. Saw it all. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the chaotic sensations Brody’s hands and tongue would deliver. How is this happening?
The fleeting thought slips away, and I’m swept over a turbulent sea of pure lust. Brody brings me to an unbearable climax, his tongue thrashing through my honey walls.
“Oh, oh, damn, Brody!” He sucks my clitoris into his mouth and gently bites down. My fingers curl under, clawing at the bedsheets on a quest for mercy. Round two of a blinding orgasm tenses my entire body.
He sits on his haunches. The smug grin on his face almost stuns me as I catch my breath.
“Undress,” I pant out, my convictions increasing with each inhale. “Undress before I send you away, Brody. Let me tell you, your tongue gave me another few years of life. I’m satisfied now.”
“All that talk.” He nods, his captivating Scottish accent thickening. Brody unbuttons his shirt. I raise to my forearms, clamping my mouth to cease the drool from dribbling out. My core spasms while he loosens his belt, snatches it from his pants, and lets it go flying across the room.
“Yup, all that talk.” I gesture to his pants, my eyes warning him to remove those now.
Snorting, Brody positions his face between my legs again. His teeth dig into the delicate skin of my thigh. The pain is worthy of a mark. The pain is also worthy of another earth-shattering orgasm. His mouth plants over my quivering lips, drinking there too. Breasts heaving, I curl my fingers around his short hair and pull. “Okay, okay . . . please, I need you inside of me now.”
I’m offered a grunt as Brody’s tongue strokes my core. A staccato of moans breaks past my lips. The erotic sound of my screaming is music to my own ears. He’d ordered me to be loud earlier. I’ve been moved by a couple of “ohhs” and “yeses” in the past. Tonight, my throat grows hoarse as an extended orgasm destroys me.
If Brody MacKenzie plans to break my heart, he’s bound for success. I lie there, submerged in the darkness behind my eyelids. My heartbeat ricochets in my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I see Brody is naked. All the air rushes from my lungs. If I’d been standing, I’d be sitting on all this ass right now. He’s chiseled like the surface of a smooth, hard diamond. The edges so sharp they will cut.
It will hurtruns through my mind while I take in his dick. He’s skillful at applying a condom too. Brody flops down beside me. His dick stands at full mast.
“Wit’s on yer mind, Justice. God forbid ya stop talking.”
“Goodnig—”
Brody rolls over with me straddling him.
“Ye were saying?” He tilts his head, offering an ear.
I’m still riled from the movement when I glance down at him from my throne. He’s gazing up with an expression of amazement. “Feck, I could do this forever. Yer mouth, yer beautiful body.”
Forever. A rocket goes off in my chest. It’s my heart attempting to explode. I trace my hands in a languid pattern across Brody’s chest. The act slows the world around me. I’m absorbing every detail of his massive body for the first time for safekeeping. Finally, I murmur, “Forever? Don’t say things you don’t mean, Brody.”
The mountain scape across Brody’s chest and abdomen are more prominent when he leans up. His rough palms become a gentle balm to my heated cheeks. “Stroke the beard, Justice. Breathe and stroke the beard while ye fuck down on my dick.”
“I . . .” I want more. Dammit, Justice, you don’t need more tonight. You already shot yourself in the foot. I envision how I broke a while back, asking what about me.
If Brody remembers my little crying fest the first time we kissed, he must assume I’m devastated over Lance. There were two people in that relationship, and one of them stopped mattering long before Lance died.
“I want you so bad,” I murmur, lining my sex at the crown of Brody’s dick.
His eyes roll back. “Aye, keep it up, bonny.”
I grip his beard. My pussy clamors over him, clinching, tightening, and I twist down. The first stroke has his cock spearing me deeply. Dope shoots through my bloodstream. His head falls back, and I concentrate on me—my pleasure.
“Aye, these bonny breasts.” Brody’s mouth falls to my chest. He sits up, finding my clit between thrusts. I drop my head back and ride a wave of pleasure. My mouth grows slack as a myriad of glorious sensations sweeps over me.
Brody’s shaft flexes, stretching my wet, achy valley until he’s moving in deeper than I thought possible.
Sounds break out of me, sounds I never recognized before. I crash into another shattering orgasm. His accelerated thrusts send wave after wave of pleasure vibrating through me.
I’m flipped to the mattress with enough force to get whiplash. Brody’s frame stretches across my entire body. He lifts onto his arms and knees. I pull his entire weight onto me, marveling at the strength running through him. His voice grows hoarse. The force of his dick roars through me, fanning the flames of my endless orgasms. I’m screaming his name, hands cleaving to his ass. The headboard knocks while my mind draws a blank on every facet save for one important thing—I’m in Brody MacKenzie’s arms right now, and this will go down in history as the most amazing night of my life. Tears of ecstasy bite my eyes.