I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms.
“Spread your legs.” His tone had an edge, a sexy edge that made me a prisoner to him.
I did as he instructed, inching my feet apart on the plush carpet.
“Every time you move, I want you to think about what we did up here,” he uttered at my ear, his fingers spreading my silky folds. With one hand, he held up the strappy lace underwear from last night, a rogue grin curling his lips.
“Brodie…”
“You bought these for me, right?” The way he fingered the lace between his long fingers, reminding me what those fingers felt like between my legs... “I want to make sure they smell like you.”
He slipped the hand with the panties between my thighs and gently dragged the fabric between my soaked lips. If I hadn’t been so wet from the first orgasm he’d already given me, I may have been more self conscious, but I wasn’t. It was erotic, everything he did was an incredible turn-on.
“There we go.” He pushed the fabric against my sensitive clit, forcing a shudder through my body. His hand worked between my legs, sliding the lace across my mound, before crushing the panties in his hand sliding them along the seam of my mouth. “You taste sweeter than candy, Bryn.” He inhaled the scent of the damp panties then shoved them deep in his pocket. “Now go get dressed. We’ve got a brunch to get to.”
I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe him.
Now I had to find something to wear that went with the same shade of crimson on my cheeks.
“I don’t know if I love you or hate you, Brodie.”
His grin split a little wider. “Little of both, babe. That’s what keeps it interesting.”
He swatted my ass when I turned to get ready.
Damn Brodie and his rogue hands, his reckless grin, his wild lips.
I didn’t stand a chance of making it through brunch with him.
Chapter Ten
Brodie
Bryn squirmed next to me, the tiniest of smiles playing on her face.
Damn those panties.
It felt good to know she wasn’t wearing any under that virginal little white dress she wore, and even better to know I’d be the only thing touching her perfect pussy.
I trailed a fingertip across her knee, loving the way a shudder pulsed through her. Her lips puffy and swollen from my kisses, she looked like she’d been fucked all night long. Well, she had. Thanks to me.
“I told Max I could get him on at the company, think he’s a good fit. Says he has experience with computers.” Bryn’s dad prattled on, but my ears perked up when I heard Max’s name. I still couldn’t shake what he’d said last night, that I looked familiar.
Computers.
My brother.
Elite Fling.
“Shit.” I started choking on the Bloody Mary that’d been handed out to everyone.
“You okay over there?”
I nodded at Bryn’s dad. “Just went down the wrong pipe. Sorry about that.”
“No worries, son.” Bryn’s father went to chattering on about stocks and investments.
“What’s wrong?” Bryn leaned over, her hand resting on my thigh beneath the table.
I cast my eyes around the table to make sure no one was paying attention to us. “I know where Max and I met before.”
Her eyebrows rose, encouraging me to continue.
I lowered my voice further. “Elite Fling.”
Her eyes widened as realization dawned. “Seriously?!”
I nodded. “Positive. Few years ago he told Danny he could maintain the network system, that he had experience.”
“And…your brother didn’t hire him?” Her fingers looped through mine as we spoke in hushed tones.
I nodded. “He hired him, all right.” I paused, not sure what to do with this new information. “He worked…with clients.”
“What?!” Bryn nearly shot out of her chair.
“Bryn, honey, what’s going on over there?”
“Nothing, Daddy.” Bryn squeezed my hand under the table. “I just remembered I brought something for you. I’m going to run upstairs and grab it. Brodie, can you help me?” She smiled up at me sweetly. Nearly cracked my fucking heart open. Jesus, I didn’t know someone could entangle their way around someone’s heart as fast as she’d done mine, but it was a fact. I was a slave to Bryn. As long as she kept looking at me, relying on me, loving me, I would die forever devoted to making her happy.
“Sure.” I stood from my chair, figuring maybe it would have been better if I’d kept my mouth shut on this one.
But I didn’t believe in living in lies. I’d already just about fucked that up with Bryn once, I wouldn’t make that mistake again.