“Fuck, Josie.” He groaned at the touch of my fingers gliding over the velvety tip of his hardness.
Not Firefly. Josie.
He wasn’t the only one who loved hearing their name. “Say it again,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around the length of him.
He glanced down at me from under a fan of black lashes, eyes heavy with need. “What?”
A small smile curved over my lips. The way he looked at me, the confusion in his voice, made me feel like a seductress. I loved every second of it. “Say my name,” I demanded as I moved my hand, stroking over him.
He hissed, threading his fingers into my hair. “You play dirty… Josie,” he breathed, tilting my head back.
And he liked it.
Urgency slammed into us as we rid ourselves of the rest of our clothes. Brock had no sooner tossed my panties to the ground than he sunk a finger inside me. The pad of his thumb rubbed over that spot, and I shivered, fingers digging into the sheets.
“Condom?” I asked. I took the pill, but I knew he liked to be extra cautious.
“Shit,” he swore, withdrawing his finger and nearly making me cry in protest.
He was kidding. Right? No way the Elite god didn’t have a condom. Was it because he had a strict rule of not bringing girls into his room?
“You should see the look on your face.” He reached over into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a purple wrapper. “We’re good.”
I snatched the condom from his hand and unwrapped it. “I should leave you naked in this bed alone for that shit.” We both knew it was nothing but an empty threat. I unrolled the rubber over him with deliberate slowness.
“You wouldn’t dare, Firefly.” His murmur was preceded by a moan as I positioned the tip of his dick just at the opening between my legs. Then with one quick thrust, he was fully inside me. I’d been so ready for him that he went in with ease.
My insides clenched around him, and we both just took a moment to bask in that intense desire. When he started to move, gliding in and out of me, my head spun, my heart thundered, and whispered curses escaped from my lips.
It didn’t long for my orgasm to tear through me, rocking my body from the inside out. Brock kissed me, absorbing those little noises of pleasure as he continued to pump in and out of me, chasing his own climax.
He came seconds later, the pleasure of his release pulsing inside me.
Brock dropped a damp forehead to mine, still buried inside me. We just lay there, wrapped up in each other, still riding the wave of really fucking good sex. I was a sweaty mess, my skin glistening.
Did we just have sex in a bed? In his bed? Brock had broken one of his cardinal rules.
Chapter Eight
The rest of the week went by without incident, and I started to relax, which was the worst thing to do. When you put your guard down, that’s when shit hit, when you least expected it. Carter kept his distance. Ava ignored me. And Angie eventually stopped calling and texting me a dozen times a day. The earlier messages spanned from, Josie, I miss you. I love you so much. Come home.To,how can you do this to our family, to me? Wait until your father hears about this. I’ve called my lawyers.And other threatening random bullshit.
If she did tell my father, he didn’t call, and he would have, which made me believe everything out of her mouth was a form of manipulation.
Tomorrow was Halloween. It was also my first Saturday detention, something I wasn’t looking forward to despite it just being for two hours. But two hours in the same room with Carter equaled utter torture.
One of us might just kill the other before detention ended.
Neither Carter nor Grayson was playing in tonight’s game against the Thornlake Tornados thanks to their escapades during practice. Grayson antagonized Carter every chance he got, and getting my stepbrother riled up proved not a difficult task. By Thursday’s practice, Coach Q had enough and tossed them both out of practice, suspending them from the game.
The Elite were up to something. I sensed it.
I dragged Mads with me to the game. Somehow over the last week, football had become a part of my life. I didn’t like sports, except for swimming, but I couldn’t deny something magical happened when the Elite took the field.
And I wasn’t the only one who felt it. The entire stadium fell silent in anticipation of the announcements and went up in a deafening roar as their names blared throughout the stands.
Seeing all the Halloween makeup, masks, and costumes at the game gave me PTSD. Not to mention, the last time I attended a football game Carter had been waiting for me in the parking lot. His scare tactics went too far, and he ended up in the hospital that night.
Douchebag.