Brain(83)

“Are you gonna be okay if you come face to face with him?”

I took my hands off the keyboard, turned to Brain, and met his gaze. “Before, I wasn’t sure, but now, with you in my life, and the healing I’ve done with your help, I will be. I might fall apart afterwards, but I’ll be fine while I’m facing him, if it comes to it.”

I held his gaze until I could see he believed me, and I turned back to the laptop. “I’m only going to stay in another three or four minutes, and then we can chat about whatever you want.”

As it turned out, he didn’t want to chat. He called Bash in to watch everything, and he took me upstairs to bed.

As I slid into my pajamas, he said, “I’m just going to take them off.”

“You’re the one who keeps reminding me about wolf hearing. No way can I relax, knowing they’re listening.”

He sat on the side of the bed, pulled me to him so I was standing between his legs. “I know why you had to touch Duke, let him put his arm around you, hold his hand, but my wolf’s having trouble with it. I don’t ask for a lot, but I kind of need this, tonight.”

I just looked at him through a dozen of my rapid heartbeats, unsure how to respond, and he added, “They know we’ve had sex, and wolves are used to hearing stuff humans don’t normally hear.”

“Just knowing some of them might be hearing this conversation is a little mortifying.”

He gave his cocky-assed grin and said “Well, then, we should probably stop having it and get to work.”

I rolled my eyes, but I knew I’d do my best to give him what he wanted. He was right — he didn’t ask for much. Plus, he’d done so much to help me through my fucked-up baggage. I could do this.

Maybe.

I leaned in, kissed him, and he groaned as I sat in his lap, straddling him.

He reclined back, his hands braced on the bed, and his voice was a rough growl as he said, “Take the shirt off for me, Buttercup.”

I complied, and then took the bra off as well, teasing a little before I let it fall. He let me see his wolf looking out of his eyes, and I held his gaze a few seconds before dropping my gaze. I didn’t need to play dominance games with his wolf. Brain respected me as a woman and a person, if I needed to lower my gaze for his wolf, I would.

He sat up, his arms around my back to support me without trapping me, and his tongue circled my nipple, teasing me. I knew he wouldn’t do much more than this, so I could relax and enjoy, and let the sensations travel from nipples to clit as I ground my hips in his lap.

His tongue trailed up to my neck, and he kissed and nibbled below my ear, along my jawline, and I sank into the kiss as his lips met mine again.

He pulled back a little, and I moaned at the loss, but he said, “Stand up, finish undressing, and then show me how you want it.”

My breath caught at the order, his voice low, deep. I stood and removed my shorts and panties all at once, and asked him, “Scoot back on the bed? Please?”

He did as I asked, but ordered, “Sit on me, then. Wanna see you move on me, watch you get off.” He propped up on his elbows, his hazel human eyes focused on me as if nothing else in the world mattered.

I’d been slowly getting used to him in my mouth. He hadn’t pushed, it’d been all me, forcing myself, but now I could tease the head of his cock in my mouth, swirl my tongue around a little, and enjoy myself. I relished the sounds he made as I tantalized him a little with the tip of my tongue, but then I straddled him, let him help aim, and I sat on him — taking him into me all at once, letting the shock of it hit us both, and I leaned down for a kiss before I sat up and rode him.

Several long, delicious minutes in, he ordered, “Lean back and lift up.”

I didn’t think twice about obeying — I reclined back as his legs came up on either side of me, and I placed my hands on top of his feet, groaning as he adjusted us so his cock pressed across my g-spot with every slide in and out.

He went slow, at first, but I knew he needed more, knew he was waiting for me to be ready, and I wished he didn’t have to be so careful with me. I mustered my courage and said, “Now it’s your turn to decide. What does your wolf need?”

I saw his wolf look out his eyes a few seconds, and then it was Brain again. He shook his head, and I immediately knew there was something he wasn’t telling me. I sat up, stopped moving. “Tell me.”

“He wants it doggie style, but we can wait, Buttercup. How about I stand up and you wrap your legs around my waist? You’ve only had one tiny orgasm, and I can smell your arousal, but let’s not push it, okay? I know you aren’t as relaxed as…”