Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I crush my mouth to hers again.
I’ll take her. She’s giving, and I will take.
It’s not a fair exchange. I know this, but so does she.
And if she’s offering?
I’d be a fool to say no.
Chapter Fourteen
Brianna
He rips his mouth from mine, turns me away from him, and then moves so I’m facing the counter. I brace myself in the small train bathroom as Jesse reaches around and unsnaps and unzips my jeans. He shoves them down over my hips, and then he grabs my ass underneath my lacy black thong.
“Fuck, Brianna…” he growls against my ear.
He squeezes my ass cheeks again before yanking the thong down.
Then the clink of his belt buckle, the zing of his zipper.
And his huge cock is inside me. It’s a tight fit, as my legs aren’t spread, and it burns into me like a sword of fire.
He goes balls deep, and he groans against me.
“Feel that, Brianna? Feel me inside you? How well I fit?”
“Yes,” I gasp out.
He stays inside me, and though I long for the friction of his thrusts, I revel in the fullness. Completeness.
Until—
He pulls out, tickling my pussy lips with the head of his cock for a few seconds, and then he thrusts back into me.
God, the fullness once more. The completeness. Again he stays inside me. Completes me.
“I could fucking live inside you,” he rasps against my neck. “God, you feel so perfect.”
If only…
If only he meant those words.
But he’s speaking in the moment because it feels so good to him.
It feels so good to me.
Again he pulls out and plunges back into me.
Already I’m heading toward the peak. I need to touch my clit, but I can’t while I’m bracing myself in this tiny area. My nipples are hard and aching.
So I close my eyes, imagine Jesse’s talented tongue between my legs, sucking on my clit. I undulate my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust for thrust.
And—
“God, Jesse,” I grit out in a whisper.
“Yeah, baby,” he growls. “You come for me. Only for me. Just me. Because you’re mine, Brianna. You’re fucking mine.”
He plunges in me, so deep that I swear I can feel him touch my heart and soul.
As I soar over the Highlands, I feel every pulse of his cock as he fills me.
He fills more than my pussy.
He fills my heart.
He fills my soul.
And I can’t help myself.
“I love you, Jesse.”
My words float in the enclosed space, and in my mind, I hear him return them.
I love you too, Brianna. I love you too.
But as my orgasm subsides, reality sinks in.
The words were from Jesse’s mouth, in Jesse’s voice…
But they were only in my mind.
I open my eyes, see my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are glassy, but I refuse to let the tears come. This is what I asked for. This is what I wanted, and I have no regrets.
He stays inside me for a few timeless moments, and when he pulls out, I hold back my whimper at the loss.
I turn around to face him, and he wipes me gently with a tissue. Then he pulls up his underwear and jeans, and I notice he’s wearing the belt buckle I gave him. I quickly fasten my jeans and then reach out and trace the engraved dragon with my finger.
“You like it?” I ask.
“I love it.”
A smile spreads across my face. “I’m glad. I knew it was yours the moment I saw it.”
“Brianna…”
I touch my fingers to his lips. “You don’t have to say anything. First of all, I didn’t intend to have my name on the engraving. The clerk made a mistake, and then he gift wrapped it in that gorgeous red dragon paper. I should have unwrapped it to make sure the engraving was right.”
“If you had, would you have still given it to me?”
His question is valid, and I have to think about it. Would I have?
“Probably not,” I tell him. “You weren’t supposed to know it was from me.”
“Bree…”
“Yeah?”
He draws in a breath, holding it for a few seconds. “How long have you…felt this way about me?”
My cheeks warm. Then they tingle, as if I can feel the blood rushing to them and making them pink. “Seems like forever.”
“You deserve someone who can love you back.”
“I know.”
“So…”
“You’re the one I want, Jesse. If I can’t have you long term, I’ll take what I can get.”
He shakes his head. “That’s crazy, Bree. I mean…I’m a man. I want you desperately, and I want to take you up on what you’re offering. But I’m not a user. I don’t use women, and I’m not about to start now.”
“You won’t be using me.”
“Please…”
He’s right, of course. “Look at it this way, then. We’ll be using each other. You can’t give me what I ultimately want. I can accept that. But I want as much of you as I can get, so I’ll take what you’re offering.”