He makes me feel it, even with my hair stuffed inside a messy bun on the top of my head, tendrils of hair framing my face and tickling my neck.
“Kiss me, dammit,” I tell him. I hate to break this down into crude words, but I need cock. A big, fat, huge one, splitting me apart with its impressive length before putting me back together again. I’ve had Brecken in my mouth—he tastes and feels incredible—and now my pussy is hungry. She needs feeding, needs to feed on this man again now that she’s had a taste, and she’s not nice when she’s a raging, burning, uncontrollable bitch. “Brecken,” I stress, my hands falling to his belt.
Swiftly, he gathers my wrists up in his and pulls them behind my back. “No touching.”
“Why?” I ask, excited, breathless.
“You begged so nicely before, Winter. Do you remember? And I saidGo ahead.”
I nod, remembering, even though I’ve had him again since that first time.
He releases my wrists and proceeds to pull the shirt off my arms. “I’m not touching you yet. Not there, not like that.”
“Why?” I demand again. It comes out like a strangled wail.
“Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to share you.”
Struck dumb by his confession, I watch him kneel before me to help me out of my sleep pants. Silence contains us, but this is why he’s been holding back. It all makes sense now.
My hands rest on his shoulders as I lift one leg, then the other until I’m completely naked. Shifting on his haunches, Brecken looks up the entire length of my body, but his eyes get drawn to my pussy, his tongue slipping out to wet his lower lip.
Oh god,please.
Inch by inch his head moves closer to my pounding sex. I’m so wet, even I can smell my arousal. I can only imagine how easily Brecken can detect how much I want him. Softly, the tip of his nose runs along my hip, towards my bare mound, where he takes the longest breath, filling his lungs with my scent.
I’m so turned on I can barely think.
“Get in,” he instructs, pulling back, turning me by the hips towards the tub.
Instinctively, I step into the water, sinking until just my head and the very tops of my shoulders are above the waterline. My tits are buoyant, clear, and visible without any kind of bubble bath added.
Brecken’s eyes skate across my exposed flesh.
Once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to share you.
It’s a landmark statement. A potentially critically important aspect of our relationship, in whatever form it takes. “Did you mean that, or is that anI want you all to myself until next timecomment?”
“Forget I said anything,” Brecken murmurs, his head bowed, his hair flopping forward.
“I can’t do that.”
Taking a deep breath, Brecken lifts his eyes. They slice into me like knives, but unlike the first time my eyes met his like this, I realize it’s not aloofness or disinterest. It’s much more powerful than that. “I want you bad, Winter. Real bad. And you said you hate possessive, jealous guys. I can be an ultra asshole, the biggest alpha hole out there.”
Keeping as still as possible so that I can hear him above the tinkling water, I’m incapable of looking away from him. Knowing he probably needs a response from me, I tell him, “You’ve neither said nor done anything to prove that theory. Youdefendedme from Levi. Youprotectedme. It was a very different situation.”
“Because I’ve been holding back, resisting you. Once my cock gets a taste of you, once my tongue glides through your sweet pussy,” he growls, “you’ll believe me then because I’ll be insufferable.”
Clarity comes, an understanding of why our dynamic has moved more slowly compared to Reuben and Luca. “How can you be so sure?”
His eyes burn into mine. “I knew as soon as I met you. You felt like….” A shake of his head. “Never mind. Sharing you is something I’m coming to terms with. I don’t want to turn you away with my arrogance. I can’t ruin this.”
My heart softens for this man, but my muscles feel stiff with tension. “You’ve all shared a woman before, do I remember that right?” Confident in my memory, I recall feeling jealous that some other woman—women—got to be with all three of them before I did.
“Yeah. A few times now, but it’s never worked out.”
“Because you get possessive?”
“No, sharing them wasn’t a problem.”