turns I can’t fathom. I’m entranced by the secrets he holds, and yet confused.
There’s a promise there as well, if I can unravel it. Instead, my heart squeezes with memory and the useless organ floods my system with doubt. A thousand needles stab at my eyes as past, deeply buried pain worms its way to the surface. I won’t let it cripple me or detract from this moment. With a deep, shaky breath, I look into the greenest, most damaging pair of eyes I’ve ever met.
His crisp white shirt gapes open, revealing the ridged definition of his well-honed physique. His fly is open and his cock juts outward, weeping for me.
I shift and meet the heat of his gaze.
“I like what I see. Once I taste you, I know I’m going to go insane. I’m going to savor you tonight, work your body until you can barely move, making you mine as you’ve always been meant to be. I’m going to spend my night inside of you, making you come until you can’t move and scream until your throat is raw. You’ll come with such violence that my cock will be the only one that matters from here on out. You’re mine, Grace Atwood. Then. Now. And for all the days after. Before we start, open that mouth.”
He presses the flare of his cock to my lips and I obediently take him in. His eyes close with pleasure as he slowly feeds me his cock. Holding still for a moment, his breathing settles. Once he’s back in control, Brody moves.
He tastes amazing, salty with virile masculinity and potent raw desire. With a palm placed on the top of my head, Brody takes what he wants until his body tightens and shakes with his release.
Before I can swallow, he pulls out and sweeps me into his arms. Striding purposefully through his apartment, he heads to the bedroom, where he places me down and spreads my legs.
I scream when his tongue licks me down there, then my body crumbles beneath the onslaught of his fingers, tongue, and mouth.
Our night moves on from there. Brody’s sexual appetite is ravenous and insatiable. He takes me on the bed and on the floor. Then bends me over the sofa where he smacks my ass and takes me roughly from behind. In the shower, he puts me to my knees again, where I make him shudder and come undone with my mouth. We sit together in the shower, me on his lap, as steam fills the room. Then he lifts my hips and lowers me down on top of him. I rock back and forth, taking my time, as I’m in no hurry for this evening to end.
We fall asleep, finally, in a mess of twisted sheets and tangled limbs. My dreams fill with forevers but are haunted by the ghosts of the past.
I awake with a start.
Something’s wrong.
“Grace…” Brody’s voice is groggy, drugged with sleep. “Is that your phone?” He rolls over and places a pillow over his head.
I extricate myself from the tangle of limbs and kick off the covers. It is my phone, and from the ringtone, Uncle Mark is calling.
Thirty-Two
Grace
“Hello? Mark, what’s up?” My hand shakes, but I don’t know why. Something feels off.
“Grace.” The tremor in Mark’s voice drops the bottom out from my world. “Where are you?”
“I’m in the city. The traffic…” I stumble over a lie, but before I can make up an excuse as to why I didn’t come home last night, Mark cuts me off.
“You need to come home. Now.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Just get here, as fast as you can. She needs you. I need you.”
My hand shakes as tears fill my eyes. Uncle Mark won’t say the words. He’s too choked up, but it’s enough. I scramble around the room, looking for my clothes, but I can’t see anything.
Everything’s a blur. A fist grabs my heart, squeezing hard, too hard. And what happened to the air? I gulp, unable to take a breath.
“Grace?” Brody rises out of bed. Concern edges his features. “What’s wrong?”
“I-I’ve got to go.” I race into the bathroom and stare in the mirror. I look like I’ve had my brains fucked out. No way am I going home looking like this. I turn on the shower and lean against the bathroom counter, panting, while the water warms.
“Grace?” Brody moves behind me and my entire body twitches as I try to shrug him off. He backs up and lifts his hands, palms out, but then