I’ve found my true place for the first time in my life. I’m not with you for what you can give me. I’m not with you because of your music.”
“Offensive.” I pretend that’s the reason my eyes are leaking.
Brix keeps going. “I’m not with you because you’re Harley-fucking-Valentine. I’m with you because I crave the real you. Your real smiles.”
Damn him. He’s basically saying he likes me for me, and how am I supposed to stay mad at that?
“Why’d you have to be so …”
“So …”
“You.” I can’t help it, I smile.
“There it is.” Brix grins triumphantly.
“Can you please come over here and kiss me after that?”
Brix reaches me in two steps. His large presence wraps warmth around me as he sinks to his knees, bringing us eye to eye where I sit on the bed. “Just so you know, the answer to that will always be yes.”
I lean forward and capture his mouth with mine.
What starts out soft escalates quickly. It always does with us. Zero to sixty in the blink of an eye. Brix climbs onto the bed and pushes me back until my head hits the fluffy hotel pillow.
He blankets my body, and we move as one. We make out, groping and exploring each other. My hands trail over his muscles, the hardness that represents not only his strength but his solidness and stability.
I want to feel him everywhere. Around me. On top of me. Inside me.
I want to revel in the safety he gives me—the reassurance his commanding confidence demands.
His mouth moves to my neck and then my shoulder.
Brix makes me breathless while bringing fresh air to my stifled life.
Want and need collide in a mix of emotion I don’t think I’m ready to address. But they’re there anyway, growing stronger with every second he ravishes me.
He kisses his way down my chest. His teeth scrape my skin, and the sound that escapes me is guttural.
“Brix?” I breathe.
“Mmm?” His voice hums against my skin.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He stops suddenly and stares up at me. “You sure?”
I nod.
“All right.” Brix stands and pulls me up.
“Umm, what are we doing? Sex excursion?”
Brix smiles. “I’m gonna open you up the best way I know how.”
He leads me to the bathroom and turns on the shower.
“Water is not adequate lube,” I inform him. “Neither is soap.”
Brix laughs. “Thanks for the sex ed class, but I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you?”
“Trust me.”
The weird part about that is I absolutely do. He may be keeping stuff from me, but I trust deep down that if it remotely affected me in any way, he wouldn’t lie to me.
I don’t know why I have blind faith in him the way I do, but if I waited for someone to give me a reason to trust them, I wouldn’t trust anyone.
We strip naked and climb into the bath-shower combo. Brix pulls the shower curtain closed and then wraps me in his large arms.
I feel small against him, but I don’t hate it. In a stupid way, it makes me feel treasured. Like I’m only his when he wraps his big body around me.
“You’re trembling,” Brix whispers.
“Anticipation.”
“Not nerves?”
I shiver. “Maybe a little bit of nerves.”
“I’ve got you.” Brix turns me so my back is to his chest and my head rests on his shoulder.
This won’t be just sex. Not that it ever has been between us. But there’s something more going on here. Something I’ve been convinced is not for me or doesn’t actually exist.
The illusions of Hollywood made me bitter, made me think this feeling I have—that I’ve only ever experienced once before—is fake just like everything else in my life.
Then Brix literally crash-tackles my life and zaps that part of me that was so near death I’m sure it had flatlined numerous times back to life.
He makes me want to believe that love conquers all.
Brix’s hands wander down my sides while his lips trail over my shoulder.
My cock points straight up, begging to be touched.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
I shudder but do as he says.
The water cascades down my back as I bend forward and rest my palms on the tiles.
Brix pumps shower gel into his hands and massages it over my shoulders and down my arms. My muscles contract and release as his warm fingers dig into my skin.
Then he moves to my front, slowly working his way farther down.
I let out a groan.
Brix takes his time washing all of me, covering me with the smell of flowery hotel soap.