Part 5 (2/2)
Brody stood. ”You guys walking?”
”The school is three blocks away, it's a sunny day. I figured it would be good to do it while we could.”
”True.” His eyes were shaded by dark gla.s.ses, but she knew amus.e.m.e.nt lit them. He was a funny man, easily led to laugh or smile. They'd begun their s.e.xual relations.h.i.+p just two weeks prior and had been able to meet only once more for another round of ridiculously hot s.e.x. But they'd chatted many times in pa.s.sing, and he'd seen her struggling with the bark and had come over, spending a good two hours helping her haul the bags and spread it.
”I'll see you later.” The soul of a fifteen-year-old girl inhabited her body suddenly as a wave of giddiness. .h.i.t her.
”I'll be around for another hour or so,” he said quietly before he turned back to Rennie. ”Have a great first day.”
”Thank you! Come on, Momma.” Rennie tugged on her hand and she laughed, walking alongside her daughter, while Rennie skipped and chattered about school. All around the neighborhood, other parents were walking their young children toward the school, and the feeling of community and common purpose made her warm inside.
As it happened, one of the little neighbor kids was also in Rennie's cla.s.s, and they became fast friends on the short walk. The girl's mother was nice enough, full of curious but friendly questions, and Elise answered them as they walked.
The little desks were different from the tables of kindergarten, and with a pang, Elise realized how fast the time was pa.s.sing. She helped Rennie label things and put them in their proper place, all the while wrestling the bittersweetness of the moment.
”Bye, Momma. See you at three.” Rennie hugged her, gave her a kiss and sat back down, happily chatting with the kids to either side, and with that, Elise was dismissed.
Brody had watched them walk away in the morning sun. The palemoonlight hair of the mother, drawn up into a ponytail, and the more golden blond of the daughter in her little first-day-of-school dress.
He'd seen the look on Elise's face as she watched Rennie tell him all about school. His parents had been a lot older when they had kids. Brody had been the one who walked Erin and then Adrian to school for their first day each year until they were too old to need the escort. Sometimes he saw Erin so much in Rennie that it made him want to grab his phone and call to check in with his sister.
All thoughts of anyone either young or related to him flew out of his head when the knock came at his door.
”Morning.” He dipped his head to grab a kiss when she walked through his front door.
He liked the way she craned her neck to look at him better, licking her lips. ”Mmm, morning. You taste like coffee.”
”You can have some when I'm finished with you.”
She dropped her bag and took his hand. ”Finished, hmm? You have plans for my body?”
”Oh yes, yes I do.”
”All right then. Do me.”
The last two times they'd been together it had been at her studio. Now he had his bed and an hour. More than an hour, since he really didn't have to be at the shop until ten. There was a lot a man could do with a fresh box of condoms, an hour and a big bed with a beautiful woman lying on it.
”I like it.” She looked around the room as she unb.u.t.toned the front of her dress and stepped out of it, naked but for tiny panties. The morning light through the filmy curtains glowed off her skin.
”I like that.” He indicated the beauty of her body.
”Now you.” She tipped her chin at him and began to work on his belt and the b.u.t.ton and zipper on his jeans.
Grinning, he pulled his s.h.i.+rt off and took over getting naked as he moved toward the bed. But she put a hand out to stop him. ”Wait, I want to really look at you.” He s.h.i.+vered at her touch as she traced over the firebird on his back, up the line of his spine where her lips pressed a kiss. ”Who does this for you? Obviously you can't do your own back tattoo.” She ducked around him and kissed his belly, sliding her palms up, exploring his body.
”I don't do any of my own tats. I'm not that much of a control freak, no matter what Erin says. I have a friend in Portland. He and I trade services. I do his work, he does mine. Works out that he's really good.”
She tiptoed up and licked over his nipple, the one with the ring.
”Not as good as you though?”
He liked the shape of her smile, liked that she was relaxed enough to tease.
”Well, not everyone can be as good as me.” He laughed. ”But he's good.”
”If I decide to get a tattoo, would you do it for me?”
He paused, touched. ”I'd be honored to do it.”
He picked her up and she wrapped herself around him, bringing her nakedness up against his. Christ, that felt good. One-handed, she reached up to pull her hair free of the ponytail, and a shower of soft, pale hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. He hadn't seen it down until that moment; it softened her, tousled her just enough that the need pulled at him even more.
He lay her back on the bed, crouched above her as he took her in. ”You're so f.u.c.king beautiful.” He meant it. Her nipples pressed toward him and he dipped to lick across one, delighting in her soft sound of desire.
She arched up into his touch, her fingertips digging into the muscle of his biceps. He cruised over to the other breast, licking and nibbling there until she began to writhe in earnest. Her scent, rich and spicy, painted the air between them.
The muscles in her belly jumped as he licked his way down, past her ribs, past her belly b.u.t.ton, past the scar marking the birth of her child. Everything about her outside was soft. Her skin was soft and sweet, her taste, everywhere but her c.u.n.t, was sweet as well. Here, he thought as he slid his tongue through the slick furls of her p.u.s.s.y, here she was spice and tang. Here the muscles of her thighs might have trembled when he licked over her c.l.i.t, but there was strength and resilience.
He could see, like the aftereffects of a camera flash, the ink on her skin. Starting at her hip bones and curling around her back, up her spine. Roses and ivy, strong and feminine, soft and th.o.r.n.y. He'd love to do her inkwork.
Right then, though, he wanted to make her come and then f.u.c.k her. And make her come again. Her taste was a lure, the feel of her against his tongue, filling him with sensation clearly all her. She was everything he felt just then.
Elise dragged in one breath after the other as she struggled not to drown in everything Brody Brown was. She liked s.e.x, especially oral s.e.x but Ken hadn't been that crazy about doing it and as a result, wasn't that good at it. But even a bad b.l.o.w. .j.o.b was better than most things, so she'd been happy when he overcame his reluctance and did it.
But this this man loved p.u.s.s.y. He loved his mouth there, doing all those deliciously wicked things, and it showed. She felt it straight to her toes. He owned his intensity in a quiet way. He was so . . . in charge and yummy. man loved p.u.s.s.y. He loved his mouth there, doing all those deliciously wicked things, and it showed. She felt it straight to her toes. He owned his intensity in a quiet way. He was so . . . in charge and yummy.
Each time his tongue dragged down and speared up into her gate, she shattered just a little bit more. Slipped down toward climax inch by inch, and then he'd move back to her c.l.i.t and make her work to get back there all over again.
Until he tried it again, and she grabbed two handfuls of his hair and hauled him back to her c.l.i.t with an insistent sort of moan. He chuckled against her skin, sending shocks of pleasure through her, but kept at it. Thank G.o.d.
And it hit. Hard and without surcease. She came and came and then she came some more, until her muscles were fluid and warm and she just sort of twitched and sighed in its aftermath.
”Do the words 'reverse cowgirl' mean anything to you?” he asked, that deep-velvet voice pulling her back from that quiet, pleasurable place she'd been floating in.
She smiled and got to her knees, watching as he put a condom on, and she realized he could make anything look s.e.xy. ”I think I can figure it out. Are you an a.s.s man, Brody?”
One of his brows winged up and he grinned. ”I like the line of your back as well as your a.s.s. But I like that I can lay here and watch you in that mirror over my dresser too.”
She looked up then, saw herself and blushed at how disheveled and s.e.xed up she looked.
”Stop that. You look hot. Now, I'm here all alone. You wanna keep me company?”
She straddled his hips and angled him to meet her body as she slid down. His entry hit lots of lovely spots within her and she sighed, happily full.
”Open your eyes, Elise. Look at how beautiful you are as you f.u.c.k yourself onto me.”
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