Her hands dropped from my belt.
Oh shit, what was happening?
“What?”
She was backing away now.
Fuck.
“My brother, he owns Elite Fling.”
She was still backing away, pulling the strap of her dress back over her shoulder.
No. I still needed to lick that precious, creamy, newly naked spot.
“So you work for your brother?” Her eyes narrowed.
Christ, my brain wasn’t working right.
“Yes.” God, the way she looked standing in the moonlight was incredible. “No. I don’t really work for him, no.” I shut my eyes, thinking this was coming out all wrong, but I was suddenly completely fucking tongue-tied around her. Why? Maybe because I’d hidden behind the role I’d had to play, the man who wooed the woman, showed her the time of her life, but the truth was, I hadn’t been playing a role. Every single moment had been just me and her, this entire time.
“Spit it out, Brodie. Wait, is that even your real name?” She crossed her arms, then, drawing further into herself.
“Yes, that’s my real name. Danny is my brother. He owns Elite Fling, I help him with the computers once and awhile. I was there on the day you came in. I saw you through the window.” I stepped closer, eager to get this last part out and my hands on her again. “I begged him to let me take you to the wedding. I didn’t want you to go with an escort. You deserve better than that.”
“And you’re better?” She tipped her head to the side, still glaring at me.
“A helluva lot better.” I slid my palms up her arms, gliding beneath the thin straps of her dress.
“So all of that out there?” She pointed to the yard where a band still played and guests still mingled. “Was that real? Or not? I mean, I just spent the whole night coming to terms with the fact that I had a thing for a hooker. You’re gonna have to explain this to me a little more.”
I laughed. Her sarcasm was as sharp as ever. “It was real. All of it was real. I can’t not be real, especially with you, Bryn. I’m the man I am, the man you saw. I’m simple. I work on computers, fix shit, hack once in awhile, drink too much beer. But Bryn, I know how to treat a woman.”
Her gaze softened as I cupped her cheeks, and my smile deepened as I stroked the dark hair at her temples. “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you, and after seeing you in the reception area, I couldn’t resist you.”
Her mouth twitched then, something that almost looked like a smile. Definitely happiness.
“I want to stay with you tonight. We’ll get a hotel nearby or drive back to the city. I want whatever you want.” I kissed one eyelid, then the other.
“I want you,” she breathed, pressing herself against me. “What about the car?”
“Fuck the car.” I slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders and watched it pool in soft folds at her feet. I cupped one of her gorgeous tits in my palm, anxious to wrap my lips around the nipple and listen to her scream.
“Brodie…” She clutched at my hair as my lips covered her nipple, her back pressed against the cool window that overlooked the front of the property.
“Shh… I don’t want everyone to know what it sounds like when you cum, princess”
I bent to one knee and hooked her leg over my shoulder, shoving her higher up the window as I ran one long lap through her soaked lips.
“Making you cum just became my new favorite sport.” I caught her clit between my teeth, nipping and tugging before swirling to soothe away the bite left from my assault. “The minute I saw these heels I wondered what they’d feel like wrapped around my neck.”
Bryn’s hands dug through my hair.
“Ready to cum, sweetheart?” I cooed, swiping at my belt and sliding it around her wrists, wrapping softly as I grinned up at her.
“Yes.”
“Tell me who owns you.” I tightened the leather and watched as it bit into her wrists.
“You do. You own me, Brodie.”
“Mmm. What happens if I send you down to breakfast tomorrow with my cum on your lips?”
Her eyes burned back at me. “You own me, Brodie.” Her lips touched mine. “I’ll do anything you tell me to.”
“That’s my girl.” I melded my mouth to her pussy in a greedy kiss. Sliding and dancing, I sucked and swirled until I had my fill of her. Her hands crushed in my hair, her moans fueling my need, I fucked her with my tongue until she was shaking just at the edge of release. Crushing her body against mine, I stood and carried her to the frilly double bed. “Fucking on your childhood bed—that’s kinky, baby.”
She nipped at my lips, her hands fumbling with the button on my pants before dragging the zip past the ridge of my cock.