As Tears Go By (13 page)

Placing
her other foot on the floor, he eased closer to paradise. His gaze caught her
watching him and he grinned. She seemed suspended in a moment of surreal
anticipation. He wanted to take that feeling to unmatched ecstasy.

Flattening
his tongue, he slowly licked her sex. She sighed and stretched, softly whispering
his name. His mouth placed soft kisses over her folds as his fingers slowly
parted her. She was beautiful everywhere, but especially here.

“I want
to make you feel good, angel. Just relax.” He kissed the tiny bud peeking past
her folds.

“You
are,” she whispered breathlessly. “Whatever you’re doing feels incredible.”

His
spine tingled at her approval. Maybe he should be concerned with how much her
praise affected him, but he rarely got complaints about his desire to please.
There was something so powerful about driving a woman mad with his mouth. It
wasn’t about being subservient, but being a generous lover. But something about
pleasing
this
woman trumped all other experiences.

Twisting
his wrist, he slowly slid his longest finger deep inside of her. She moaned,
and he wanted to push her limits. “Do you like my fingers inside of you,
angel?”

“Yes,”
she panted as he slowly withdrew and drove the finger back in. She was very
wet.

Extending
his tongue, he gave her clit a few swipes. “And do you like my tongue on you?”

“Oh,
God…”

“Tell
me.”

“Yes!”
Her head was tipped back, hiding her expression, but her hands were gripping
the cushions.

“Fast
or slow?”

“I…I
don’t know.”

“Yes,
you do. Tell me. Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want.”

She
deliberated for a few seconds. “Fast.”

His
motions immediately picked up speed. His finger plunged in and out of her as
his mouth latched onto her swollen clit. She cried out and he slid another
finger inside of her slick channel.

She was
sexy as hell. Her voice was sweet and breathless and nothing sounded better
than his name on her lips. Reaching deep, he found her G-spot and tickled the
sensitive tissue. Her cries blurred into one long moan after another as her
cream coated his knuckles and she came.

Gradually,
he withdrew, kissing and licking away her climax. He wanted to fuck her, but
waited to see what she needed. As she caught her breath, he watched the deep
flush of her cheeks dissipate.

Her
eyes slowly opened. “Wow.”

“More?”

“I
think I need some time to recuperate. I’m not used to all this.” Her gaze
traveled over him. “I want to do it to you.”

His
heart beat with palpitating excitement.

Her
eyes turned heavy, her smile a seductive smirk. “I want to make you feel like
you make me feel.”

His
body hardened. “How do you want me?”

“Take
off your clothes.”

Breath
filled his lungs as anticipation pumped through his veins. He rose from the
couch and faced her. Crossing his arms at his waist, he stripped off his shirt.
Toeing off his shoes, he kicked them aside. His fingers undid the snap of his
jeans. Never once did he take his eyes off of her. God, he wanted her. So much
so it was dizzying.

His
hands pressed his jeans and briefs to the floor and he stepped out. Rising to
his full height, he met her stare. Her lips parted as she breathed. “No man
should be that pretty.”

He
grinned. “And no woman should either.” He folded his hands at the base of his
back and asked again, “How do you want me?”

She
smiled. “Every way possible.” Her body slithered off the couch and onto the
floor. Rising on her knees, she looked up at him. “I haven’t done this in a
really, really long time.”

His
hand coasted over her hair and he stared into those spectacular eyes. She
slowly reached for him. The press of her fingers curling around his flesh was enough
to rock his knees. He breathed through the anticipation and when her mouth
touched him he drew in a hissing breath.

She
took him slowly, carefully. His eyes rolled shut as he savored every sensation.
Her hand stroked the length she couldn’t fit in her mouth. When she pressed her
lips to the base of his cock he lifted to his toes. “Becca…”

She
pulled away and blinked up at him. “I like hearing you too. Tell me how to do
it, Braydon. You tell me what you want.”

“Take
me deep again.” She did and he groaned in pleasure. “That’s it, angel. Tighten
your lips. Nice and slow. God, your mouth’s incredible.”

She
proceeded to suck him, her hand stroking with every motion. When she drew back
to catch her breath, her lips were swollen and pink.

“Rub my
cock on your lips.”

Her
mouth parted and she gripped him, stroking slowly, dragging the tip over her
lips and leaving them glossy. Fuck. She licked up the underside of his shaft
and his entire body shivered. He forced back his climax as she slowly took him
deep again.

His
force of will battled with his natural reflex to hold off as long as humanly
possible. He treasured the build, savored the strength it took to be in
control.

She
increased her speed and it became almost impossible to hold back. “Becca, I
need to come.”

She
eased back. Her eyes were glazed with lust. “Do you have a condom?”

He
nodded. “In the bedroom.”

She
reached out a hand and he instinctively caught her fingers, helping her stand.
Once in the bedroom, she stripped off her shirt. “I want you inside of me,
Braydon. So deep I feel you for days.”

His
mouth crashed to hers, delivering a dizzying kiss. “How do you want it?”

“From
behind. Hard.”

He
opened the drawer and removed a condom. Handing it to her, she tore the foil
and slipped it over him. Catching the back of her neck, his lips smashed
against hers again. She kissed him fiercely and he loved this feisty side of
her. When he ripped his mouth away they were both breathing raggedly. “Get on
your hands and knees.”

She
climbed onto the bed and his eyes flared at the sight of her perfect ass. He
dragged her hips back until she was kneeling on the edge of the mattress.
“You’re sure you want it hard?”

“Yes.
Please. I need it.”

And
those were the magic words. Braydon stepped close to the bed, his thighs brushing
the backs of hers. He lined himself up with her opening and drove in, burying
himself to the hilt.

She
lunged forward and cried out. “Yes!”

Gripping
her hips, he pulled her back and slammed into her. Again and again, his body
rocked into hers, shaking the bedsprings, knocking the frame into the wall. The
slap of flesh on flesh was only a compliment to their needy cries.

Her
body fit his perfectly and he never wanted to leave her heat. He ground his
hips into her and her sighs pitched higher. Lunging back, he drilled into her
and her muscles locked, her cries mounted, and then he witnessed utter serenity
as she surrendered to sweet release.

He
slowed and folded his body over hers, holding her tight. Their bodies a sultry
kiss of flesh.

His
lips played between her shoulders. She was boneless. Brushing his hand down her
spine, he rose and thrust into her one last time. His body strained as he
finished. Head tipped back, he moaned, “Becca.”

It took
a long time for him to withdrawal from the sanctuary of her body. All he wanted
to do was remain inside of her and curl up under the covers. Unfortunately,
that wasn’t possible with the condom. Reluctantly, he removed his body from
hers and quickly went to tidy up.

After
cleaning up he grinned at the soft pile of Becca on his bed. She looked good
there. He scooped her up and tucked her under the covers. Once he crawled in
beside her and pulled her close, she turned to face him.

Her
palm rested on his chest as she smiled drowsily at him. “You’re amazing. Thank
you for making me
see
that.”

He
wasn’t amazing. She was. He kissed her nose. “Sleep over tonight.”

“Okay.”
Her quick agreement told of how far they’d come.

She
snuggled into him and he sighed. They had Sunday left and then he’d have to
give her space again. He understood how limited her personal time was and could
be accommodating. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t already dreading their
goodbye.

*
* * *

Becca
woke in the middle of the night, the silence of her surroundings jolting her
into alertness. Recalling she was at Braydon’s, and Hunter was safe with Kevin,
she calmed, but couldn’t go back to sleep.

Her
mind rolled over the things she needed to do in the oncoming week, breaking off
onto random tangents. She lay awake so long the early morning dawn filtered
through the curtains, catching on Braydon’s strong features.

She
didn’t require much sleep. Maybe that wasn’t true. She loved sleep, but her
body, over the course of eight years, had become conditioned to only tolerate
it in small doses and she never slept as soundly as she once had. It was as if
her mind would never again fully shut off. Sort of like Hunter’s, always
working, always analyzing.

When
Hunter was younger, he’d sometimes go two weeks straight without sleeping more
than twenty minutes at a time. Those nights were excruciating. She insisted
Kevin install child safety locks on all the doors, but they only worked for a
short time. Eventually they upgraded all the doors with hotel grade latch locks
bolted high enough that Hunter couldn’t reach them.

It only
took one incident of her son escaping and running into oncoming traffic to
realize how important those locks were. Her life ran on fear, but fear could
sometimes become debilitating. Terror was different. The day Hunter ran into
traffic her body snapped into motion so fast, she’d never suffered such panic
in her life. It was jolting and powerful and utterly horrifying. Thank God
Hunter now had a general understanding of boundaries, but most days she still
locked the doors.

“You
awake?”

She
turned and found Braydon watching her. “I couldn’t sleep.”

His
hand traced over her belly and found her breast. She was still adjusting to
being touched in such a way, but she liked it. She liked it very, very much.

“Tell
me about your family,” she said, wanting to redirect her thoughts from worrying
subjects.

He drew
in a breath and kissed her shoulder. “What do you want to know?”

“You
said you have, like, ten brothers and sisters, right?”

He
laughed. “No. There are nine of us. I have six siblings. I make seven. My
parents make nine total.”

“That’s
a lot. Are you the oldest?”

“No.
I’m one of the younger ones. Sheilagh’s the baby. She’s in her late twenties
now. Then comes my brother Kelly. Then me. After me are my brothers, Luke and
Finn. They’re twins. Colin’s the oldest brother and then there’s my sister
Kate.”

Recalling
what he’d told her about his nephew with the hearing aid, she surmised, “Twins
must run in your family.”

“Finn’s
a twin and has twins, but that’s it. I have eleven nieces and nephews and may
be getting another one real soon.”

“Wow.
Do they all live close?”

“They
all live on the same property.”

She
frowned imagining some sort of compound. “What?”

“My
family owns a lot of acreage. It’s a mountain—literally. Luke’s place is right
behind my parents’, but the rest of them are pretty spread out. We all own a
part of the mountain.”

This
made her smile.
 
It sounded like
something from a sweet sitcom. “McCullough Mountain.”

“Yeah,”
he agreed softly, his hand still massaging her breast, the sensations both
comforting and arousing. No one ever touched her with such a sense of
possession. She loved it.

“What
about your family?”

She
sighed. “My mom passed away when Hunter was eight months old. She never
realized he was different. Sometimes I wished she did and sometimes I’m glad
she saw him just as a grandmother should see their first grandbaby. Perfect. I
never knew my father. He died in a mining accident two weeks before I was born.
I was premature and my mother believed his death pushed her into early labor.”

“You
don’t have any siblings?”

“No.
The closest I have to sisters are Nikki and Carla.”

“Carla?”

“Nikki’s
sister.”

His
brow arched. “She’s a little scary, that one.”

She
laughed. “Yeah, she can be intimidating, but she’s one of the biggest hearted
people I know. So long as you don’t get on her bad side. And if you think she’s
crazy, you should meet Carla.”

He
grinned. “Tell me something that makes you happy.”