Never will my touch be better than Brecken’s, Luca’s, or Reuben’s. But the bathroom is thick with lust, needing to be broken. It blankets me, us, Brecken somehow resisting my advances. And the only way I can interpret his consistency, his hesitancy, is because longer term, he wants to make this work. And not just with me but with his brothers, who are important to him. This is why he’s cautious.
Brecken twists the valve that starts to empty the water from the bath, the air feeling chilly against my newly-exposed flesh. My nipples are tight peaks as the water slowly ebbs away, but it only drops as far as the top of my hip, allowing water to lap at my pussy as two of my fingers circle my clit.
When I look over my shoulder, his eyes are dark with lust, fixed on my busy fingers. “Kiss me,” I say, offering up my mouth to his. “I need more of you to make this work.”
A hand returns to my thigh, opening me up wider for his viewing pleasure. He replaces it with his knee, hooking it, spreading it out so that I’m splayed for him. With a last look at my distressed pussy, desperate for his cock inside me, his eyes drop to mine before they lower, resting on my mouth.
His chest heaves with a deep inhale before our mouths meet, his tongue stroking against my lips, parting them. A moan echoes through me, chased by others as my need ratchets, a little series of eager cries. He tastes so good, his mouth claiming mine with delicious male dominance, a groan rumbling from his chest and into mine.
Writhing over him, against that thick bar, his cock slowly slips between my ass cheeks.
“No further, Winter,” he warns again, his voice frayed.
“I want to feel you come. Feel you swell and unload over my skin.”
“You’re playing a dangerous fucking game.”
His hand comes to my breast and I almost die at his blistering touch. “Yes,” I encourage, our kiss breaking again as his gaze sweeps to my cunt. I grind against his dick, his breathing turning thin.
“Fuck.”
Suddenly, his fingers are tangling around mine, working my clit with slow precision. Even though I rest against him, he has me pinned down in multiple places: my knee against the right side of the tub; his ankle hooked around my left foot, stopping me from sliding any further; his left arm is a tight band across my ribcage, his hand plumping a round breast as he pulls at my nipple. And with his fingers driving into my pussy as I rub my clit with ever-tightening, faster strokes, as I work his cock beneath me, I fracture into a billion tiny pieces.
My entire body jolts. Like a bomb, my core contracts down into a point of acute need before exploding violently. I cry out, trembling through every split second of my orgasm. My back bows, my pussy spasming around his thick fingers that work me through my release. All the while I’m vaguely aware of Brecken’s soft curses, of his watchful eyes where he slowly fucks me, my body softening as pleasure pulses out of me.
I contract my ass cheeks, gripping him as hard as I can. The harsh breaths he expels down my neck encourage me on. I slide over him until he comes, his release a hot, sticky spurt over my lower back and ass. “Ah, god,” he curses, heat from his body sinking through my skin.
Slowly, every beautiful feeling fades until I’m left basking in a warm afterglow.
Gently, Brecken removes his fingers from inside me, wrapping that free arm around me after washing me clean. Still breathless, he nudges my chin up, towards his. The kiss is a mixture of tenderness and ownership, of carnal hunger and restraint.
“Brecken,” I manage to say, his mouth a constant, razing experience.
“I know,” is all he says. “I know.”
CHAPTERTHREE
Winter
My first dayat work sees me suited up and in search of Dale. Once I track him down in the first-floor offices, he introduces me to Arthur Smith who used to work in Wardorff-Messen’s HR team.
I swallow my rising anxiety, my potential embarrassment, and say, “I believe I owe you my thanks.”
Auburn-haired, he shakes his head. “All your own merit,” he graciously tells me. And Dale. “Your resumé, and your proven analytical thinking alone would’ve gotten you that job, let alone your excellent project management skills. No one likes a delayed project,” he says as if it’s a secret between us.
Hoping he doesn’t mention Janelle, that double-crosser, I nod vigorously, saying, “Looks like I won in the end though. I’m so happy to be at Chateau B. It’s a dream come true.”
“I’d wish you luck, but you won’t need it.”
“Thanks.”
“Did you hear that Colton got sacked?”
My stomach clenches on hearing his name. There’s only one Colton he can be referring to. “No, I didn’t.”
Arthur leans in to say, “After giving Janelle that undeserved promotion, he had to go.”
Colton tried to pit me against Janelle for that promotion, suggesting I might like to show him how badly I wanted it.