New Species 05 Brawn (34 page)

“I am not really, uh, comfortable with you looking that
closely at me. I mean, I’m pregnant, Brawn. Last time you took me by surprise
but I’ve got stretch marks.”

He frowned. “So?”

“I’ve never really been comfortable showing off my girl
parts. In the heat of the moment is one thing but I’m not there yet.”

He bit his lip. “You let other men see your girl parts but
you’re denying me now?” He suddenly growled softly and a hint of anger burned
within his dark-blue eyes.

Becca bit her lip. “My…hell, I’m just not comfortable with
that, all right? My husband wasn’t interested in seeing that and now I’m kind
of self-conscious. The other time you didn’t exactly ask my permission and by
the time I could think straight, well, it was afterward. Let’s just have sex. I
love it when you play with my clit while you’re inside me.”

Brawn frowned. “You were married and he didn’t get you past
being shy of being studied and licked?”

She shook her head. “He liked the lights off. This is about
as brazen as I get, Brawn. I’m lying here naked in broad daylight.”

“I don’t want to just look at you. I want to taste you and
learn every part of you.”

Becca blushed. “He never did that either.”

Brawn growled. He reached for her knees and pushed gently to
open them. “I do. Open up for me.”

“Brawn…”

“Now,” he demanded harshly. “Close your eyes if you are shy.
I want you open. I want to memorize every inch and taste you. Open up for me,
Becca. Now.”

Hell.
She bit her lip harder and dropped her head on
the bed. She opened her thighs. She knew her face had to be bright red since
heat radiated in her cheeks. Brawn’s hands rubbed the inside of her thighs and
caused her to shiver. His thumbs slid lower, so close to her pussy that she had
to resist arching her hips to help him get there but instead forced herself to
breathe.

“You will learn to enjoy this, Becca.” His voice was a soft
rasp. “You will open up for me every time I want you to, knowing how much
pleasure I will give. You will get hot for me when I just look at you here
because you’ll know what I want to do and how it is going to feel.”

Her body responded to his softly spoken words. She jerked a
little when Brawn spread her legs wider apart and pushed them higher. His
thumbs spread her folds open to expose her sex and she felt his breath fan
across her clit. Her heart pounded, knowing he was as up close and personal with
her girl parts as a person could be.

“You are so beautiful here too,” he whispered. “Keep your
thighs spread wide for me, Becca. Do not startle.”

Startle?
She gasped a second later and realized what
he tried to warn her of. She felt his tongue tracing her slit. She could handle
that but she jerked when his tongue breached her pussy, pushed in and withdrew.
He growled softly, trailed the tip of his tongue higher and suddenly his lower
teeth gently raked across her clit. She whimpered when his lips sealed around
it and he sucked.

Becca’s stomach quivered and her nipples grew taut. She
clawed at the bedding just for something to hold on to. He lapped at the bundle
of nerves, sucked and tugged on her clit and she thrashed on the bed. The
pleasure became so raw she tried to slam her legs together, couldn’t take
anymore, but strong hands pinned her open and down. He snarled, his mouth
vibrated strongly and he kept doing it.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Too much, baby. Stop. It nearly
hurts. I can’t!”

He growled louder, made the vibrations even stronger and
sounds came out of her that she’d never made before.

Becca felt as if her body might break. She cried out, threw
back her head and felt pleasure slam her so hard she lost the ability to think
at all. Waves of it crushed throughout her body, made her jerk and cry out
again. He released her.

Becca panted as her vaginal muscles twitched and trembled.
Brawn lifted up and crouched over her. Her eyes opened to stare into his. His
intense expression was nearly frightening. No man had ever looked at her that
way—with so much passion.

“You’re mine, Becca. Say it.”

She wanted to. Her mouth even opened but she realized what
she was about to do. She pressed her lips firmly together and breathed through
her nose. He closed his eyes and seemed to wrestle with his temper. He finally
calmed, his eyes opened and he grabbed her hips to drag her totally off the
bed. She ended up straddling his thighs where he sat on the floor. His rigid
cock was trapped between their bellies.

“Put your arms around my neck and hold on to me.”

She reached up to do as she was told and his hands gripped
her ass, lifted her and adjusted until she felt the broad head of his cock
nudge her pussy. She was so wet from her climax that he slid a little, had to
adjust her and then he eased her down. Becca pressed her mouth against his
chest and moaned as he lowered her torturously, slowly until he was buried deep
inside her pussy.

Her muscles still twitched and squeezed around his cock, not
recovered yet from coming and it nearly hurt. He was so thick and big that she
wasn’t sure her body could handle him fucking her again so soon. Her nails dug
into his skin.

“Easy,” she rasped. “Give me a minute to adjust.”

“I wish you weren’t so frail,” he snarled. “I want to take
you hard, fast and deep.” He snarled again. “I want to bury myself into you so
deep there’s nothing of my dick that’s not inside you and fuck you until we
can’t move. But I’ll hurt you.”

Becca felt a second of fear. He was too big, too strong, to
do that and she knew it. Being pregnant didn’t help either. She wiggled her
hips, trying to get away from him but he groaned. His hands tightened on her
ass instead of releasing and he began to slowly rock his hips, moving gently
and pleasure overrode fear. It felt good, his strokes massaging and hitting all
those wonderful nerve endings and her muscles adjusted until he could move a
little faster. Becca moaned. Brawn restrained himself and kept fucking her.

Brawn fought for control and won. Becca was so tight around
his dick that it nearly hurt, her muscles gripped him strongly and he listened
to her moans to judge what she enjoyed. His balls tightened and he wanted to
come but held back. He purred, couldn’t hold back the vibrations that came from
his throat and rolled his hips under his female. She cried out so he snarled
softly and did it again.

That was the spot she loved best. He repeated it, torturing
them both and buried his face against her shoulder.
Easy
, he ordered his
body.
Be gentle.

He wasn’t going to last, knew she was too hot, too tight and
fisted his cock too strongly to hold back the climax for much longer. He tried
to think of anything that would calm him but her moans, the feel of her and the
scent of her arousal drowned him.

He released her ass, slid his fingers between them and
frantically rubbed her clit. His finger moved in tune with his driving thrusts
up into her. Becca screamed his name, climaxed again and he threw back his
head, roaring out as her muscles milked his cock, sucked on him and he came so
hard he saw stars. He barely remembered to remove his hand from between them to
cradle her in his arms as he tried to catch his breath and jets of his semen
marked her from the inside.

He opened his eyes, looked down and studied her beautiful
face resting against his chest. She was the sexiest sight ever. “Did I hurt
you?”

She shook her head against his skin.

“Good. You test me to my limit, Becca.”

She bit her lip and tears filled her eyes. It shocked him
when she suddenly used his shoulders for support and lifted up, wiggled out of
his hold and got off his lap. She stumbled unsteadily toward the bathroom and
he climbed to his feet.

“Becca? Where are you going?” Brawn moved behind her, ready
to catch her, but she steadied. Confusion gripped him. Why had she gotten tears
and why break contact with their bodies? “I want to hold you.”

“I need a shower.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“Don’t,” she whispered and refused to turn her head to even
look at him. “I need some time alone.”

“Becca,” he growled, alarmed. What had he done? She’d
enjoyed the sex. He’d been careful.

Becca walked inside the bathroom and closed the door nearly
in his face. He reached for the handle but the sound of the lock being engaged
clicked in his ear. He was astonished. She’d locked him out! Anger came next.

“Becca? Open the door!”

She ignored him and turned on the shower. Why wouldn’t she
answer? Why did she want to wash away his scent and seed? He breathed fast,
pain tore through him and he felt the rejection straight to his soul. She had
rushed to bathe to remove all trace of their shared sex.

His fingers gripped the doorframe and clawed at it. He
wanted to roar, to kick the damn door in, but he was afraid he’d scare her. She
could slip in the tub again and he wouldn’t be there to catch her.

She’d refused to see him after he’d lost his temper before.
The last thing he wanted was for her to be terrified of him. He breathed in and
out, tried to get control, but the pain remained. He just wanted her to be his,
to feel for him the way he did for her and to accept him. Instead she couldn’t
tolerate his scent on her body.

His head lowered and tears filled his eyes. He’d made a mess
of things, didn’t know how to fix them and could feel his happiness slipping
away each time Becca pushed him away.

Brawn paced the bedroom but his attention kept going to the
bathroom door. He should break the lock and go get her. He stopped pacing,
snarled and knew he had to resist his urges to go get his female.
What had
happened?

He closed his eyes, remembered looking down at her after
they’d had sex and seen tears in her eyes. A horrible thought struck and he
rushed for the phone. She’d looked pained. Had he hurt her? Had he been too
rough with her? She said he hadn’t but maybe she’d lied.
Damn it.

The call was quickly placed and he put on his jeans. He
paced until a soft sound reached his ears. His body grew rigid, all thought
fled and he lunged toward the bathroom door. His control snapped at hearing her
sharp intakes of breath and the soft sound of her weeping. His shoulder hit the
door, the wood exploded inward and he moved with all speed to his female.

Becca tried to fight the urge to cry as she sat in the tub
with warm water from the shower raining over her. Brawn had slipped up with his
explanation. He’d told her how he wanted to have rough sex and he’d had to
restrain himself. It just brought everything into focus and she knew she had to
end it.

It hurt. She had fallen in love with Brawn too fast, had
known better but her heart hadn’t listened. He’d been honest from the beginning
when he’d stated that he’d never want a human. He liked his strong, durable
Species women. He could fuck them any way he wanted.

Her hands cupped her stomach. The baby was the only reason
Brawn was trying so hard to make it work with her but she’d made that mistake
before. She’d married a man she’d loved who had wanted her for the wrong
reasons. She’d thought everything with her husband would work out, that he’d
love her back, but he hadn’t.

Her shoulders shook harder as she fought the urge to cry.
The pain of her marriage had nearly killed her from the inside out a day at a
time but she’d kept hoping she could save it, that Bradley would love her if
she just tried harder. She’d been young, stupid and naїve. She wasn’t any
of those things anymore.

She might love Brawn but he only wanted the baby. She was
sure he’d try harder than Bradley had to make it work between them but she knew
better than to hope. She’d been there and done that. The pain would be much
greater by the time it ended. A life without Brawn in it…having to face the day
when he’d be in someone else’s bed, touching another woman… Sobs racked her
body.

Memories surfaced of some of the attempts she’d made to save
her marriage. No matter what she’d done she always felt as if she disappointed
Bradley. For their first-year anniversary she’d gone all out to liven up their
sad sex life. She’d made a dinner and lit candles all around their room. She’d
met him at the door in high heels, garter belt and black silk.

Bradley had taken one look at her, frowned and told her she
looked like a whore. He’d been pissed and had spent the night on the couch.
He’d gaped at her as though she were a stranger and she realized that they
actually were just two people who’d ended up together but shouldn’t have been.
She’d been pathetic and she’d never be that woman again. NEVER!

It had been an endless and vicious cycle of Becca feeling
like a disappointment to Bradley until the day he died. Now there was Brawn.
She wasn’t what he wanted or needed either. They had nothing in common, were
from two different worlds and the only thing that bound her to Brawn was the
baby growing inside her womb. She couldn’t survive that kind of heartbreak
again, of being in a relationship doomed from the beginning.

She couldn’t stop the tears that fell. She lost all control
when the sobs hit. She pressed her mouth against her arm to muffle the sounds
as she just let all the pain pour out.

The sound of the door breaking was so loud it made her gasp.
Brawn tore the shower door open. Shock stilled her tears as he fell to his
knees beside the tub.

Two strong arms gripped her around her back and under her
knees, hoisted her up and he held her tightly against his chest.

“I’m so sorry, beautiful,” he rasped. “I didn’t mean to hurt
you. I don’t smell blood. Tell me where it hurts.”

It took her seconds to recover. Brawn held her where he’d
yanked her out of the shower and sat on the bathroom floor with her. He nuzzled
her head, held her even tighter and rocked her a little on his lap as if it
would comfort her. He thought she was injured. That sank in.