all of my strength to focus on Brick’s hand on my body. His soft voice in my ear.
“You’re okay, baby,” he kept telling me. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
I hardly remember the drive to the gravesite. I watched as they locked my dad’s casket and handed me this long key. Then I watched as they lowered his body into the cold, hard ground.
But I couldn’t watch as they covered it with dirt. Brick seemed to understand, and he took me home.
I was glad when we made it back to the farm. Now, I’m lying in Brick’s bed, afraid to fall asleep.
“Brick,” I whisper.
“Yeah, baby.”
He’s had me wrapped in his arms from the second I collapsed on the bed. His massive body completely surrounds me.
“I’m afraid,” I admit.
Brick leans up enough to look down at my face. The light from the moon and stars are shining through the window, giving Brick an angelic glow.
“Afraid of what?”
“Not being able to feel again,” I say. “I feel like every ounce of emotion I had was just buried under six feet of rock and dirt.”
My voice breaks at the end. But mainly because I’ve screamed enough to irritate my already irritated throat.
“You’re just in shock, baby,” he tells me.
“Maybe.” I look at Brick and come up with a decision I’ve been thinking about for weeks now.
“Can you make me feel?” I ask. “Will you make me yours tonight, so this day doesn’t end in complete sadness?”
Brick’s wide eyes stare at me for what feels like hours before he finally speaks.
“I want you more than my next breath, darlin’, he says. “But I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re like this.”
I shake my head. “This isn’t some spur of the moment decision,” I add. “I’m a virgin, Brick. I’ve been thinking about offering you that gift for weeks now. I was just afraid. You’re a big man, you know?”
I smile and give him a two-eyed wink.
Brick chuckles. “You’re such a good winker,” he smiles. “Alright, baby. But we do this my way.”
I nod, but he’s already looking away. He sits me up in bed and slowly pulls my black dress over my head. Then with a cocky smile, he reaches behind me with one hand and unsnaps my bra.
Oh, boy. What have I just gotten myself into?
He starts kissing down my stomach until he reaches my panties. His patience must be gone because he just rips them right off of me.
“Hey,” I protest. “Those were my favorite pair.”
Really, they’re not. I just can’t have him thinking he’s the boss of me all the time.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says roughly before pulling my knees up and apart. Without a single warning, he slams his mouth on my most intimate parts and has no mercy until I come.
Twice.
“I need you real fucking wet if I’m going to put this monster inside your tight virgin pussy,” he says after I complain.
Oh, boy.
Chapter Sixteen
Brick
I’m fucking ruined. She’s ruined me. Nothing will ever taste as sweet as my woman.
After I’ve made her scream my name twice, I glance up to double-check that she isn’t asking for this just because she’s sad.
“Last chance, baby,” I warn. “Once we do this, there is no going back. You’ll be mine, and I’ll never let you go.”
I’m sitting on my knees, waiting. I’m giving her a way out while both my heart and cock are screaming to grab hold and never let go.
“I don’t want you to think that I want you just because I’m sad about losing my dad,” she tells me. “I told him the night that I was taken that I had a crush on you.”
I rub my hands up and down her legs on either side of my body.
“What did he have to say to that?” I ask, curious.
I know that Coach knew that I had a thing for his daughter. But I still wish that I was able to tell him that she’s going to be my wife one day.
“At first, he was shocked,” she says with a soft smile. “But then he smiled and told me that he didn’t hate the idea. So, I was attracted to you before you even knew I existed.”
Leaning down, careful not to squish her small body, I kiss her hard and deep. I love this woman with everything I am. It breaks my heart that her dad won’t be around to watch our relationship grow. Or to see his first grandchild.
“You ready, baby?” I ask.
“More than ready,”