Chapter 14

Ignoring the sounds around us, I hold tight and keep on kissing Bruiser. Not only because I want this, I'm making a statement. Not just to the bitch who dared touch him, but to all of them. Bruiser is mine, and I'm not going to let them have what's mine.

Okay, so it seems an idiot thing to do, but Bruiser doesn't seem to mind one bit, me literally jumping him.

Bruiser doesn't pull away or attempt to push me off him. He gave me the choice of going back to having fun with women I see as friends or to have him fuck me. Well, as much fun as I was having with Avery and the others, I'm totally down with having him inside me again. It's all I could do the past two days to keep from finding a closet to drag his ass into to have him take me, to feel his arms around me for just a few moments.

Unfortunately, I'd been professional and didn't do as I wanted. That didn't mean I didn't visualize what I wanted to do to him. Angie and I even talked about the different positions I look forward to trying with him. I'm definitely not a prude who only wants vanilla, and I think I proved that to Bruiser more than once during the day of screwing all over my apartment. He's the one who kept throwing me to my back and plowing into me like a jackhammer. Not that I would ever complain, I loved that he took charge.

The moment we're alone in Bruiser's room, he turns me so my back is against the door and grinds himself against me. A moan slips past my lips, loving what he's doing to me. It feels amazing. My panties are drenched from my need for him.

Bruiser rips his lips from mine and trails kisses along my jaw and my neck, licking and nipping his way downward.

From there, everything escalates. Clothes are ripped off as Bruiser moves us to the bed. Once there, I'm tossed in the middle with him coming over me.

"Two days without being in this sweet body is way too damn long."A shiver rushes down my spine at the intensity of his husky voice. "I'm not waiting a moment longer than I have to."

"Take me, Bruiser. Fuck me like I'm dying for you to do." I arch into his touch, needing to feel his hands all over me, his dick inside me, feel him consuming me the way only he can do so.

"Don't worry, Princess, I'm gonna fuck you." He draws a gasp from my lips when he cups me between my legs and plunges two fingers inside me. "Fuckin' love how wet you get for me. You get like this for anyone else?"

"No," I pant, moving against his fingers, needing them deeper.

"Think I'd get this hard for some other bitch?" he demands, pulling his fingers from inside me only to replace them with his shaft thrusting inside me.

"Oh God," I moan at the sheer intensity of him working inside me.

"Answer me, Gwyneth, do you think I'd get this hard for some other bitch?" He pulls nearly all the way out, only to plunge deeper inside."Fuck, baby, you're so damn tight, even with your pussy drenched for me, you're clenching me like a damn vice. With the way you clutch at me dick, you think I want anything else?" he demands, stilling fully seated inside me.

"No, Bruiser, I don't think . . ."

"You're damn right you didn't think," he growls, reaches between us, and strums his thumb over my clit. "The only pussy I want in is this one."

"Bruiser," I cry out, burning need flaming up inside me as he starts moving faster. Harder. More intensely. It's heaven and hell all in one. "Oh God, Bruiser, it's so good."

"Damn right it is," he snarls, jerks my knees up and over his shoulders, and grips my hips, changing the depths of which he takes me. The pleasure becomes nearly too much, yet I hunger for more. So much more.

The orgasm that rushes through me, over me, flares within the pit of my entire being is truly my undoing. Emotions I never knew I could feel wash over me, and I know in this moment in time, my world is forever changed. Bruiser changed it in ways I don't understand. Screaming his name, I cling to him, needing to hold on to something to keep myself grounded.

I thought Bruiser might join me in the throes of release, but he doesn't. Instead, he pulls out, rolls me to my stomach, jerks my lower half up, and thrusts back inside me with enough force to cause my stomach to bow and a scream of unadulterated pleasure to leave my lips.

"That's it, Princess, scream for me. Let me hear how much you love taking my dick," he states and tightens his grip on my hips, driving his shaft deeper . . . harder.

I claw at the sheets beneath me to keep myself from falling over. It's all I can do to keep myself up. When my second release hits, waves of ecstasy thrum through my veins, and I don't recognize the sound of my own voice crying out for him. I'm drowning in a sea of liberation, my mind and body at one with the floodgates open to each and every sensation Bruiser draws out of me.

Bruiser's fingers tighten further, holding me in place as he pummels inside, drilling into me with furious thrusts, roaring my name as he comes, spurting his own release.

Falling face forward into the pillows, it's all I can do to get my breathing under control. Bruiser's much bigger body collapses over me, but he holds himself off me with his arms caging me in on either side of my arms.

"Princess, that was . . . fuck, I don't have words for how good it was." He releases a breath and presses a kiss on my bare shoulder.

"I think you've ruined me for ever having sex any other way," I blurt out. "I don't think I ever want slow vanilla sex ever again."

Bruiser chuckles and pulls out, which causes me to whimper at the loss of him. Rolling to his side, he takes me with him. "Don't worry, baby, when I'm feeling like taking you slow again, you'll love it as much as you love what we just did. Now, rest up, ‘cause we're nowhere near done. I've got two days to make up for."

"Is this what you plan on doing every time I get off a shift?" I ask, peeking up at him through my lashes.

"Damn right," he answers, grinning, cupping the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. "Warning you now. Brace, Princess, I got to put up with you at that station, men eye fuckin' you, I'm gonna fuck you however I please when I get you to myself again."

I barely register those words before he's on me again.

I guess we won't be doing any resting up, which I don't mind. Not in the least.