Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,24

My clit was so sensitive, all he had to do was press a little harder and I’d be joining him. But he removed his fingers and replaced them with mine before wrapping his arm around my middle, our skin slicked with sweat.

Warm pants of air hit my cheek, his breathing matching my heartbeat. “I wanna stay here forever,” he whispered in my ear.

With a few more punishing drives, Brick shouted out his release, his lips finding mine in the chaos. We swallowed each other’s moans, the air shared between us suffocating.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

My heart filled.

My senses evaded me.

I basked in the feel of him.

In me.

Behind me.

As we collapsed to the bed, a jumbled mess of thoughts invaded, but the one I focused on was wondering if the beautiful man next to me would judge me when I came clean about my past.

10

“I have a confession to make.” Zoe ran her fingers down my chest, then back up. She repeated this motion several times after speaking, keeping me on edge as to what she wanted to tell me.

I hooked a finger under her chin and raised her head so I could see her eyes. “Are you gonna tell me?”

“Promise me you won’t get mad.”

My pulse raced at the possibilities, but I tried to remain calm. “I can’t promise you that because I don’t know what you’re gonna say.” I smiled to appease her sudden hesitation, but I couldn’t guarantee I’d keep the grin on my face after she filled me in.

“I peeked at your license.” I pried my mouth open to respond, but she continued speaking, her words crashing together. “I wanted to wait until you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me, but I was impatient. I’m sorry.” She dipped her head, tearing her gaze from me, and I hated every second we weren’t visually connected.

“Zoe.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” I wasn’t upset. In fact, I was more amused than anything.

She jerked her head back up. “You’re not mad?”

“Of course not. What kind of psycho doesn’t want his girlfriend to know his real name?” I started to laugh but stopped when her eyes widened in shock.

“Girlfriend?” Her voice shook on the two syllables.

I hadn’t meant to broach the subject this way. The words involuntarily flew out of my mouth. But now that it was out in the open, I refused to take it back.

“I don’t want anyone else and I’m hoping you don’t either.” I pulled her so she rested over the length of me, her mouth several inches from mine. When she decided to reside in silence, I became self-conscious. It was possible she didn’t see us like I did. But then why would she go out of her way to stay with me, take care of me while I healed? Who did that if there weren’t true feelings behind the actions? “Christ, Zoe. Tell me what you’re thinking before I think the worst.” She tried to move off me, but I wouldn’t let her go, clasping my hands over the small of her back.

“You don’t know everything about me,” she mumbled, averting her eyes again.

“So? You don’t know everything about me either,” I countered. “But that’s the fun part. We can discover things along the way.”

“What if I tell you something you’re not down with?”

“Not down with?”

“Yeah.” The column of her throat constricted as she swallowed nervously.

“I think you’re a good person, Zoe. Am I wrong?” My lips hovered over hers.

“No.”

“Then that’s all I need to know.” I captured her mouth, losing myself to her taste before finally breaking away. “Now, as for you finally knowing my name. Thoughts?”

“I don’t know why you don’t like it,” she said, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“I didn’t say I don’t like it. It’s just I haven’t gone by it since I was a kid. I’m so used to people calling me Brick.”

“Why that nickname?”

I gestured up and down over myself. “Once I hit puberty, I shot up, then when I started working out, I filled out a lot. My dad said because I was built like a brick shithouse, no one would ever mess with me. After that, he started calling me Brick, and it stuck.”

“I can see that,” she replied. “Do you mind if I use your real name sometimes?”

“Be my guest.”

She traced her finger over my jawline, her eyes shining bright. “Matteo Benson.”

“Are you gonna use my full name every time?”

She playfully smacked my arm. “No.” A brief pause followed her answer. “I think Matteo