35. Brandy

35

Brandy

L ighting the sixth candle on the edge of the tub, I turned the light off in the bathroom as the water finished filling. I wasn’t much of a bath person, but my muscles were aching from moving a load of hay with the Bronsons before winter hit in full force. With Lettie still recovering at home, we didn’t have as many hands, so like always, I tried to go above and beyond. Reed hadn’t been too happy that I’d been doing so much, Mr. Protective and all, but it’d been cute to see him all grumpy about me overworking myself. Usually, it irritated me, but I was learning to accept he had only been looking out for me, especially now that we had admitted our love for each other.

The word felt foreign to think when it came to him, and I didn’t know if I’d ever get used to it. It was a good thing I had a lifetime with him to do it.

We weren’t married or even engaged, and I had a feeling that wouldn’t come for a while, but with Reed, it felt right now that we’d finally gotten over our feud. For as long as we were together, I didn’t think there’d ever be a dull moment in our lives, and that was the kind of life I wanted. Between the bickering and the way he almost knew my body better than I did, I knew we’d be okay.

Stripping out of my clothes, I sank into the tub. The room lit up as a burst of lightning struck in the distance, which was soon followed by the low rumble of thunder. The storm was far enough away that I wasn’t worried about being in the tub for half an hour, so I sat back, resting my head on the ledge, and closed my eyes.

Steam filled the room from the scorching water, dampening my hair and making it curl around my face. On the stool beside the tub, my phone buzzed. I reached out of the water, drying my hand on the towel under my phone before picking it up.

Reed How’s your body feeling after today?

My teeth sank into my bottom lip at his question. Before, I would’ve told him to fuck off, but now, all I wanted to do was play.

Pretty achey

Reed Need anything?

My eyes moved to the bubbles floating on top of the water as they swished around my body. I needed a lot of things from Reed right now, and my core heating was a testament to that.

Something to get my mind off the pain

Reed What do you have in mind?

Hmmm. A few things

Reed What are you doing right now?

Taking a bath

The three dots popped up on the screen before disappearing. It happened twice before he replied.

Reed Making me think of you in there is cruel

Did it do what I intended?

Reed What was that?

Make you want me

I bit back my smile, unable to believe I was on the verge of sexting with Reed right now.

Reed I always want you, Little Devil. There’s never a moment I’m not thinking of your body or the way your nipples look with those damn bars in them

You like my piercings?

Reed I fucking love your piercings and I want nothing more than to play with them every fucking day

All I hear is empty promises

Reed Is that a challenge?

Thinking there was no better time than now, I opened my photo album on my phone and scrolled to the photos I had taken in the field when Reed rudely interrupted me. I swiped through them, deciding on one I took from the side, arched forward on the horse with my hand on her withers. Tapping the icon in the bottom corner, I chose Reed’s contact, hitting send before I could change my mind.

You have a truck, don’t you?

Those three dots popped up again, then immediately disappeared. Minutes ticked by before I got a response.

Reed Is your front door unlocked?

Nerves hit me in the gut when he didn’t acknowledge the photo. Maybe he hated it? He was mad that day, so I guess it wouldn’t surprise me if he did.

Yes… why?

I sat there waiting for a response, but when the phone remained silent after a few minutes, I finally put it back on the stool and sank deeper into the water.

My hand trailed over my thigh as the bubbles started disappearing around me. All I could think about was Reed’s muscles as they flexed under his tattoos earlier today. How his t-shirt stretched across his chest, and the way his dark jeans hugged his ass.

That same man elicited orgasms from me like no other, worshiping my body like he could never have enough. I wanted nothing more in this moment than for him to do exactly that. To lick and touch and take and fuck.

Behind the closed door of the bathroom, I heard a creak and the familiar sound of my front door closing. Instantly on alert, I sat up straighter, careful to keep my breasts below the water.

“Hello?” I called out, gripping the porcelain edge of the tub.

The sound of boots on hardwood echoed down the hall, and my heart raced in my chest. Maybe it was just Reed. He’d asked if it was unlocked, so his showing up here wouldn’t be out of the blue.

I should’ve locked the door, but no one ever came out here unless they had a reason. I guess murder would be a pretty solid motivation, though.

The handle on the door turned, and I shoved back against the opposite side of the tub, pulling my legs up to my chest. If it wasn’t Reed, I was screwed and utterly vulnerable right now.

Slowly, the door opened, creaking on the hinge as the shadow of a man presented itself in the gap. With only the candlelight illuminating the room, it made it hard to see who it was, but once the cowboy hat came into view, I knew I was safe.

Reed stepped into the bathroom, one slow footstep at a time, making his way across the room to me. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Fear had gripped me for moments before I’d known it was him, and now I was trying to calm down.

“You look scared, Brandy,” he said, the candles casting a dim orange glow on his face.

“You came into my house unannounced. I have a reason to be scared,” I retorted.

He stopped by the side of the tub, looking down at me. His eyes roamed over my body as if he could see through the bubbles, straight to my bare skin. Relaxing my legs, I let my back hit the tub again.

“Locking your front door could prevent that,” he stated, lowering himself to the stool beside the tub. He tossed the towel to the ground, laying my phone next to it.

“No one comes out here. It’s a small town.”

He shoved the sleeve of his jacket up before trailing his finger through the water. “Small towns don’t mean there aren’t any creeps out.”

I turned my head to the side as his touch met my skin. He glided his finger over my collarbone before trailing it down beneath the water between my breasts.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Why’d you send the photo?”

I inhaled deeply as he tugged on my jewelry. “Because I wanted to.”

He pulled it harder, and I gasped. “Not the answer I wanted.”

“Because I wanted you to come here and fuck me.”

His hand palmed my breast before moving to the other, playing with my nipple like he could do this all day. “You’re greedy, Brandy. Don’t you think I’ve given you enough orgasms the past few days?”

I shook my head, my movements halting as he pinched my nipple in reprimand.

“You need to be careful,” he stated, flicking the bar before pulling his hand away but keeping it under the water.

My eyes moved to his, finding him watching me. “Why? Are you going to hurt me?”

He trailed two fingers down my stomach, causing my belly to jump. “Is that what you want? A little pain?”

I let my body relax against the tub, not giving him a response as he moved lower. Then, without warning, he plunged three fingers into me. I shot forward, my hands coming up to grip the tub as he buried them deep in my pussy. Water splashed over the edges, soaking the floor. He curled his fingers, hooking them inside me. I let out a gasp as he pressed his palm against my clit, cupping me.

“Next time you’re home alone, you’re going to lock your door.” When I didn’t respond, he grabbed me harder, lifting me slightly. “Do you hear me, Brandy?”

I nodded, meeting his intense gaze. “I will.”

He leaned over the edge of the tub, moving the tips of his fingers inside me. Pleasure shot through my belly, desperate for more friction. “And the next time you want to take photos of yourself looking the way you did, I’m the only one you send them to. Immediately. Before you even have a chance to glance at them, I want them on my phone.”

I nodded again, needing him to stop talking and make me come.

But then he removed his hand, pulling it out from under the water. He grabbed the towel off the ground, drying his arm off before standing.

I sat forward, missing the feeling of him already. “Where are you going?”

“To the couch.” He tossed the towel on the stool and turned for the door. “Enjoy your bath.”

Then he closed me in the bathroom alone, leaving me gawking at the door. Did he seriously just shove his fingers inside me and make demands?

Fuck that.

Two could play that game.

***

I didn’t bother to dry off after I stepped out of the bath and pulled the plug. I also didn’t grab a robe as I opened the door and padded down the hall, my hair dripping behind me. If Reed thought he could edge me and walk away, I’d show him exactly how it felt.

Reed sat in the armchair facing the hallway, hungry eyes scanning my bare, dripping skin as I approached him. I took my time, sliding a finger along the back of the couch as I walked around it. My gaze never left his, confidence strumming through my veins with the knowledge that he was completely, utterly obsessed with me. I knew damn well what I did to him, as if the bulge in his jeans wasn’t evidence enough of that.

He sat with his legs spread, his elbows propped on the armrests while his fists flexed.

“Mad, Little Devil?” he asked, restraint evident in those three words.

“Furious.”

He tipped his chin in my direction. “That why you’re out here looking like that? To take your anger out on me like you’re so good at?”

Fully facing him now, I prowled toward him. Each step, I swayed my hips with the intent to make him absolutely feral. “That’s exactly why.”

He tipped his head back as I approached, looking up at me where I stopped before him. His jean-clad knee touched my thigh, but he made no attempt to move it. “You think you can come into my house uninvited…” I set my hands on his legs, leaning into his space. “Interrupt my bath time…” Pressing my breasts together with my arms, I dared to get closer, leaving less than an inch of space between our lips. “And leave?”

He cocked his head to the side. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

I grabbed his hand and forced it between my legs. He cupped me instantly. “But you’re not here .”

As he reached forward to position his fingers at my entrance, I shoved him away, forcing his hand back to the armrest. “Nuh-uh,” I tsked. “You lost that privilege.”

He arched a brow, waiting for what I was sure he wasn’t prepared for.

I undid the buckle on his belt, then moved to pop the button on his jeans before pulling his zipper down. Our eyes were drawn to each other like magnets, wanting to look away but too compelled by the other to do so.

Tugging the waistband of his boxers down, his cock sprang up, hitting the fabric of his t-shirt stretched over his abs. I wanted him naked, completely bare like myself, but I also wanted him fucking begging for more, and keeping him on that edge was where he needed to be to get there. Which meant he wouldn’t feel my skin against his when I did what I planned to do next.

Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, I stroked up, down, before tilting my head. With my eyes still on his, I let a trickle of saliva fall on the head, dripping down the side of his length. He hissed in a breath when I captured the spit with my palm, rubbing it along his cock.

“Are you clean?” I asked, knowing the answer but still feeling it necessary to ask before I took this further than we’ve gone before.

“Of course, I’m clean,” he replied. “You’re worried about that now?”

I pursed my lips. “I’ve been kind of distracted, okay?” I gave him a moment, then added, “Aren’t you going to ask me if I am?”

“Oh, I know you are.”

I narrowed my gaze, pausing my strokes on his cock. “You’re so sure?”

He leaned forward in the chair. “I am. Because if you said you weren’t, I’d kill the fucker who made that your answer, and I think we both don’t want murder on my hands tonight.” His lips were close to mine now, his voice dropping. “I’d much rather it be your body under my hands as you scream my name while you ride my cock.”

My breath hitched as he sat back in the chair, tipping his chin for me to continue. For a brief moment, I was stunned in place, utterly confused how we got here but loving every fucking minute of it. This entire time, I thought I was the one making him feral, but I was beginning to think it was the other way around. I was in a complete trance just from the things he said, and it was one I never wanted to wake up from.

Blinking out of my haze, I tightened my grip on his cock, eliciting a sharp breath from him. I smirked, resuming my strokes as I set a hand on his thigh. Lowering myself to my knees, I stared up at him, spreading his legs farther apart.

I dipped down, but rather than going for his cock, I went straight for his balls, pulling them into my mouth and sucking hard.

“Holy fucking hell,” Reed hissed, his fingers digging into the chair as I picked up my pace on his length.

I worked his balls with my tongue as I sucked on them, tugging and pulling. A groan fell from him, somewhere deep in his chest, and I fucking loved the sound.

Releasing his balls, I dragged my tongue up his length, lapping at the bead of moisture collecting at the top. He stared down at me in awe, his eyes glazed over with pure, unfiltered need.

Setting my hands on his thighs, I stood up, lifting my leg to straddle his lap. He stared up at me now, finally loosening his hold on the armrests to grab my hips. I shoved his hands away, forcing them back to the chair.

“No touching.”

He sucked on his teeth, running his tongue over his bottom lip as a challenge lit in his eyes. “I guess the sass doesn’t ever leave you.”

Instantly, my hand wrapped around his neck, forcing his head back against the cushion. I left enough pressure off his throat so he could breathe. “Keep talking like that, and this will only get worse.”

His cock twitched against my thigh, and I used every ounce of my control to keep from reacting. “For me or for you?”

“Just you,” I answered, running my thumb along his sharp jawline. “I’m perfectly capable of pleasuring myself.”

Something between a growl and a groan rumbled up his throat, vibrating against my hand. He sealed his lips shut in a display of obedience, and I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my lips. “Good boy.”

Adjusting myself over his length, I let go of his neck, setting one hand on his shoulder while the other disappeared between my legs to grip his cock. He let out a breath when my skin came in contact with his, staring down between us with a fixation that would have brought any girl to their knees.

With that look in his eye alone, I didn’t trust him not to listen. Hell, I didn’t think I could hold back much longer either. I wanted him to completely ruin me, and I was holding him back from what we both wanted.

I lifted up to rub my clit along his length before letting him go. Grabbing the flaps of his jacket, I tugged it down to his elbows, forcing his arms back.

“Behind your back,” I commanded, and he looked up at me with something close to loathing. He could hate me all he wanted for keeping him restrained. I didn’t want him to go easy on me when I let him free, and hate was a feeling we both knew so well when it came to each other.

He shifted so he could put his arms behind his back, the jacket keeping them mostly restrained. For now.

It’d take him seconds to get free if he wanted to, and if by the way his cock twitched against my clit was any indication of how desperate he was to have me, I knew it wouldn’t be long.

Satisfied with his mostly helpless position, I returned my one hand to his shoulder and the other to his cock. His lips were a thin line as he stared up at me like he knew just as well as I did that torturing him was my new favorite hobby.

But fuck, it wasn’t just him aching for more.

My clit throbbed, and I needed some kind of reprieve before I came just looking at him like this.

Using his shoulder for support, I lifted higher, positioning him at my entrance. His jaw clenched as he waited, and waited, and waited.

“I’m on birth control,” I whispered, not knowing why I needed to say the words out loud. He had enough confidence in me to know I wouldn’t be stupid about sex.

But I was hesitating, and I didn’t know why. I wanted this—wanted to feel him inside me and never anyone else again. Reed and I were set in stone, whether we had sex or not.

But this…this would solidify all of it. It wasn’t just a blowjob or him fingering me. It was more. I’d never given much thought to sex in the past, but doing this with Reed felt like so much more than just a quick fuck.

It felt like writing our names in the stars and knowing there was no going back from the permanence this put on us.

“I want this, Brandy,” Reed said. My eyes flicked to his at his words. “I want you.”

As if his voice was the only thing I needed to spur me forward, I sank down onto his cock. I sucked in a breath as his cock stretched me, his length sinking deeper and deeper as I lowered myself until I was seated on him. His head fell back on a moan as my other hand flew to his shoulder for something to hold on to.

“Please,” he begged. “Let me touch you.”

I shook my head, digging my fingers into him through his shirt as I lifted, just to slide back down a moment later. I ground my hips forward, the tip of his cock rubbing against something so blissfully intoxicating inside of me. I moaned, repeating the motion.

“Fuck, Brandy. Use me, then. Ride my cock. Because once you let me out of this, I’m going to completely fucking ruin this tight little pussy to the point you can’t walk.”

My lips parted as I continued grinding my hips against him, lost in his words and the way his cock was so fucking deep inside me, I saw stars.

Finally, I lifted again until his tip was barely resting against my entrance. I watched his mouth fall open as I slid back down, taking every last inch of him.

“God, I love how that feels,” I whispered, looking down between us to watch as I rode him.

He sat forward, pressing his forehead to mine so I’d look at him. “There’s no one else here, Brandy, so the next time you want to say someone’s name, it better fucking be mine. God isn’t saving you today.”

My breath hitched, my insides turning to complete mush. I couldn’t do this anymore. I needed him.

“Touch me,” I murmured, the words nearly ending on a sob. My body hummed in anticipation.

His arms were out of the sleeves in the blink of an eye, his hands coming up to grab my hips in a painful grip. I reveled in the feeling as he shoved off the chair, lifting me with him. I sucked in a breath as my legs quickly wrapped around his waist.

He spun us around and bent me over the chair, laying me so that my back was to the seat. With my legs still around him, he let go of my waist and straightened, pulling his shirt off and chucking it behind him. My eyes fell to the tattoo over his heart, my core heating with the knowledge that he got it for me.

Gripping my thighs, he unraveled me from him, bending them so my knees nearly touched my chest. He thrust deep inside me, his cock having not left my pussy. I screamed out, my nails digging into the edge of the seat cushion.

“Hold your legs,” Reed commanded.

I grabbed the backs of my knees, and Reed pushed them farther so my legs were touching my shoulders. “Keep them here.”

He didn’t give me a chance to nod as he grabbed the armrests and slammed into me. My neck arched as I moaned, his cock deeper than I thought it could possibly be.

The man had me bent in half and wanting him to break me. Fuck, I think I’d thank him if he did. That’s how fucking gone I was for him.

His abs flexed as he fucked me, pounding my body into the cushion as his grip nearly tore the leather.

Prying one of his hands off the armrest, he reached between my legs and rubbed circles over my clit. A curse passed my lips, his name right behind it, and it only spurred him on. He picked up his pace with his thrusts, adding more pressure to my sensitive bud.

The sensations became almost overwhelming as my nails dug into the backs of my thighs, and then I was screaming, my back arching as ripples of pleasure tore through me like a hurricane.

“What a good fucking girl,” Reed praised as he kept endlessly fucking me.

My stomach tightened right as my orgasm started to ebb, but then something wet landed on my clit, and Reed rubbed it into my skin. I registered that he’d spit on my clit, and with the thought alone, my core spasmed as another wave of intense pleasure ran through my entire body. This time, his name was on my lips.

As soon as the word left me, he seated himself as deep as he could, his groan filling the room as he held onto my legs for stability. I felt every spurt of his warm release as he emptied himself inside of me, and I fucking loved it.

As we both caught our breath, he slowly pulled out of me. I went to lower my legs, but he kept them up. I looked up to find his intense gaze trained between my legs.

“You’re so fucking sexy with my cum leaking out of you.” He let go of one of my legs to trail a finger up my center, sliding the digit inside of me. A quiet moan fell from me as he shoved his release back inside me.

The man left me fucking speechless.

Once he removed his finger, he helped lower my legs. My back was stiff from the position, but nothing terrible. Before I could sit up, he leaned over me, pressing a kiss to my lips. “You’re pure torture, you know that?”

I smiled against his lips. “That was the purpose.”

He threaded his fingers through my hair before sliding his palm to the back of my neck. Lifting me from the chair with my ass propped against the edge of the seat, he brushed a strand of hair from my forehead.

“I love you, Brandy Rose,” he murmured, hazel eyes shining with the intensity of his words.

“I love you, too,” I whispered before pressing my lips to his in a kiss that sealed us in this moment, together.

It may have taken years, but my heart was fully opened to him, beating against my chest like a whisper of his name with mine.

Because that’s what Reed Bronson was.

Mine.