“Brett,” her voice pants as I slide my knee between hers, caging her in with my palms against the river rock wall behind her. “I... Ihate what you do to me. But I love it too,” she whimpers, reaching up to grab my jacket, yanking me closer.
Unable to hold back, I dip my head and slam my mouth against hers. Her moan vibrates against my mouth, and I lick her lips, groaning when she opens her mouth. Grasping at her, I suck at her tongue and savor the sweetness of her. We kiss until we can’t breathe and even then, I press tiny kisses to her swollen lips, her jaw, her face, not wanting to stop tasting her.
“Tell me what I do to you,” I urge her even as my hands grip her dress, pulling it up until I can feel her thick thighs beneath my fingers.
“You...you scare me because you look at me like...you look at me as if I am the....”
“The only girl in the world. Becauseyou are, Bunny,” I rasp as I walk my fingers up the silkiness of her thighs, higher, slowly higher, until I find the tiny lace covering her.
“No, no,” she argues, her head falling back against the wall as she glares up at me. “If Irecall, there were about dozen before me, Ace.”
Seeing jealousy flare in her beautiful eyes hits me right in the chest. It tells me she does feel something for me. That these months we’ve done this back-and-forth dance was not for nothing. I hate that I did that stupid show even if I did it for a good reason. And I hate that it bothered her because that means there is hope for us.
“Oh, bunny,” I hum, fisting her panties in my hand, “is that what this is? That stupid show? It was for this place,” I admit, rubbing my fingers over her folds, “to get people coming to my grandpa’s place. To get people love it the way I do.”
Brielle watches me for a moment, as if gauging what I said. As if she is considering I may speak the truth. Her eyes flash hot, her teeth nip at her bottom lip, and her hips shift slightly. Just enough to tell me not to stop what I started. Watching her, giving her a chance to stop me, I pull at her panties.
“It was all I had,” I go on as I let the lace slide down her thighs, my hand moving to cup her sex. “My home. My legacy. I would have done just about anything for it to come back to life. Even make an ass out of myself.”
“Oh...Oohh,” she whimpers as I stroke her folds, finding them wet and sticky a I spread them open.
“Silky wet, bunny,” I rasp, watching my fingers rub at her clit as her hips wriggle, her hands gripping the stones behind her. “I want to eat you. I want to lick that pretty pussy until you come on my face,” I grunt, watching her cream drip down my fingers as I pump them inside her.
Before she can voice a response, I grasp her by her waist and settle her back on the stairs. Her legs fall open and I kneel between them as she grips the stairs above her. One of her hands comes to the back of my head and she nods her head, letting me lift one of her thighs at my shoulder.
“Yes, yes,” she chants, nodding again, “yes, please, I want that. I want it too...oh...oh yes,” she moans her words on a stuttering cry as I suck her clit into my mouth.
My fingers still pump inside ofher,and I press down on her pelvis, tostillher wriggling body. Her moans as I eat her make me sohard,I am sure I'm going to bust my zipper. But I don’t care about my cock. I care about getting her off. About watching her come the way I have dreamt a hundred times since I first laid eyes on her.
When my teeth scrape across her pearl, her eyes roll back and she shouts, slamming her hand on the stairs. I shove my tongue inside her as she comes, suckling at her dew like an addict taking a hit. AndI aman addict. I am addicted to her sugary pussy—and it is a habit I won’t ever break.
“Brett,” shemurmursmy name so soft, so sweet, combing her hands through my hair.
“Yes, bunny,” I husk back, kissing at her cleft, at each thigh, and at her soft tummy.
“I think you ruined me,” she mutters, sitting up and tugging me between her legs. Her mouth covers mine and I haul her against me as we kiss ourselves breathless once again.
Setting her on her feet, I kiss her bare shoulders, whispering soft words to her. Telling her how beautiful she is. How breathtaking. I tell her I was ruined the moment I saw her. Brielle giggles at that and I sigh, watching her beam up at me with her beautiful smile.
“Come, bunny. I need to be there for the rest of the auction. After that...I am taking you home,” I tell her, grasping her chin with my thumb.
For just a moment, I think she may deny me. I think that these moments here in this dark stairwell may be all I get to have with her. I fear she may remember how to put those walls back up no matter what I made her feel just now. Brielle’s beaming smile never wavers as she nods just once.
“You can do that, Ace. You did promise to give me lessons on that board.”
“I did promise, bunny. And I never break a promise,” I tell her softly.
Brielle gazes up at me and I realize I need to prove that to her. I need to prove I won’t ever break a promise I make her. Because I want to make her lots of promises.
Promises of a future, a family, and a forever together.
Chapter Four
Brielle
Spending a small fortune never felt so good.
After the hottest hookup of my life, I feel as if I float across the ballroom floor. With the auction over, people are claiming their items and bragging about how much they helped the charities. Really, they helped themselves because they want those trinkets more than they want to help.