how it would fit, but my mouth watered at the thought of it anyhow.
Unable to stay out of each other’s arms for long, we held each other again, his mouth on mine.
Bronson whispered, “I haven’t got a condom.”
Sharing his frustration, I said, “I’m on the pill.”
“You would trust me?” he asked.
His surprised tone reminded me how irresponsible I was about to be. But rationality no longer mattered. Driven by that pulsating burn between my legs, I allowed lust to take possession of me.
Our arms unlocked, and he looked at me with a serious flicker in his eyes. “I haven’t been with a woman for a long time, and my last blood test was clean. But you don’t know that.”
As he stood up, the lights came on.
It was an image that would remain etched in my memory forever.
Bronson’s hair was messy in the sexiest way possible. His shirt was half undone, and that large erect cock rested in his hand.
Justin’s eyes went from me to Bronson, and when they landed on his cock, they widened in shock. He went pale.
Knowing how men were about their penises, I didn’t doubt that envy would eat away at Justin, given his insecurity when it came to his meager member. The bewilderment on Justin’s face almost made me laugh. I didn’t, because I quickly scrambled to cover my thighs and cross my arms, unable to recall how Bronson had managed to undress me.
“What the fuck?” yelled Justin.
Bronson was the coolest of all three of us. A smirk filled his beautiful face, suggesting that he actually enjoyed infuriating Justin. He faced his brother, not even attempting to cover himself up as if to say, “Now who’s the real man here?”
My jaw opened to speak, but I couldn’t because I was still dazed and flushed from a cocktail of hormones after an orgasm to beat all orgasms.
“Get out, Justin,” I said.
He headed for the door and, just before exiting, blurted, “This isn’t the last of it.”
Bronson regarded me with a shrug. “Did you ever see that scene in The Holy Grail? Where that torso of a sliced-up knight bounced up and down on the ground screaming at his attacker to come back and fight?”
The cheeky smirk on Bronson’s face made me giggle. “Yes. I have.” I put on a silly English accent. “I’m not dead yet.”
“That’s the one.”
“And your point?” I asked.
“Justin’s a sucker for punishment, that’s all. He’s sunk. Or at least, I hope he is.” He tilted his head.
“We’re no longer together if that’s what you’re asking.” I rose. “I wouldn’t have let you touch me otherwise.” Lifting the zipper to my dress, I smoothed my mane, which was a tangled mess.
Bronson did up his trousers and tucked his shirt in. He combed down his hair with his hands.
He stood before me. His gaze burned into me again.
Taking me into his arms, Bronson kissed me deeply and tenderly. I melted again. He robbed me of my senses as his hand snuck up to my butt and squeezed it.
After we separated, Bronson smoothed out my dress.
We walked to the door. As he reached for the doorknob, Bronson stopped. “Will you go out with me? Dinner or a movie, or both?”
He looked like a boy almost. A different Bronson. Not as intense, but sweet and hesitant.
My senses had finally returned, reminding me that Bronson was a criminal. I chewed into a nail.
His brow creased. “Look, Ava. I’m not sure what you think of me. But one thing’s for certain, I’m not into drugs. Justin planted those drugs on me. If you won’t go out with me, then let me at least prove I’m innocent.”
“I didn’t say that… I wouldn’t…” I stammered. “It’s just that this tense relationship you have with Justin stresses me out.”
Bronson stared at me for what seemed a lifetime. He exhaled a deep breath. “I only came here tonight to see you.”
“But you’re family. Marcus is your cousin,” I said, challenging that unexpected confession.
He continued to gaze deeply into my eyes as if trying to read every thought my busy brain produced.
“I came to see you,” he repeated, pulling out his phone. “Can I have your number? I promise to call at a respectable hour.” His lips twitched into a smile, which softened his face and made him look sweet, almost vulnerable.
My hearted melted. I was putty around him.
I took his phone and tapped in my number.
As Bronson took it from me, our hands touched, and he tranced me out again.
If only he wasn’t