“Don’t stop, please god—don’t stop.” I would scream that in his ear if I could, but all I can do is let it escape with a whimper and a gasp.
“Then come for me…” He narrows his eyes and hammers my g-spot.
I want to. The pressure is already building. There’s no reason to hold back. I learned that when he was nestled between my thighs introducing me to real pleasure. The feeling consumes me in an instant. I’m on the edge and it is a matter of seconds before the bliss takes over.
“I’m about to come!” I latch onto his hips, and my back arches against the bed.
“You don’t have to tell me.” He exhales sharply. “I can feel it.”
A second later, I realize what he means. My body convulses, and my pussy begins to spasm on his cock. My climax soars higher than it did before, and the peak is wonderful because he doesn’t stop driving his length into me while I come. I come again before the first orgasm is done peaking, and the pleasure intertwines into an explosion of bliss. I don’t want it to end. I need more—crave more—and I get it. Bram shifts his knees and begins to hammer me so hard the headboard slams into the wall.
“Now you get to make me come,” Bram leans forward and growls.
His body crashes into mine. So good. It feels amazing. I start to peak from another orgasm that surges through my soul when his throbs get harder—faster—and his cock pulsates inside me. For a moment, I get lost in the fire that burns in his eyes. It’s for me, and I want to savor it. Then his thrusts pull me back to reality, and he begins to unload in my pussy. His seed floods into me and sends me over the edge one final time. I milk his cock with my spasms as his thrusts slow down. They don’t stop until both of our lust has been satiated, and we begin to come down from the high.
A feeling of peace settles into my veins.
The afterglow.
I don’t want it to end…
Chapter Twelve
Bram
I claimed my best friend’s daughter. It doesn’t feel like the girl I used to know and the woman in my arms are one in the same. Maybe if I had been there, it would be different—or maybe not. I can’t dwell on it. What we shared was special, the result of lust mixing with emotions, and the moment belonged to us.
I won’t apologize for what I did.
Never.
There is nothing to regret. On either side of it. She climbed into my bed without her panties for a reason, and she ended up getting exactly what she wanted. I had the same desire whether I could admit it to myself or not. I was in trouble the moment I saw those curves on the stage, and when I had them in private, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off them if it was even an option.
But alone? In my bed?
Claiming her was the only option I had. But that’s not all. I already feel it. There’s something growing—an attachment. It’s different from the other women who have graced my bed, even for the ones that graced it multiple times. I don’t feel the need to push Kiana away. There are plenty of reasons for me to let this end when the sun comes up, but I don’t think I can.
I want her problems. I want her burdens. I want to fix them.
I’m no knight in shining armor, but I’m a soldier with a gun. And I still remember how to use it.
Mr. Diaz may find that out real soon.
Kiana stays in my arms for the entire night. I can’t resist feeling her come while I’m inside her one more time before I finally let sleep consume me. The morning light doesn’t change how I feel, or how much I want to have her in my arms when the sun goes down again. I realize it’s not going to be easy to make that happen, and she will resist, but nothing worth having has ever been mine without a fight.
My freedom.
My company.
Why should holding on to the one person my heart finally wants be any different?
I climb out of bed and leave Kiana sleeping there so I can go downstairs and make breakfast for the both of us. Me. Making breakfast the day after like some television Romeo. I’ve never done that for anyone before. A few of my relationships might have lasted longer had I been willing to put in the effort, but it’s hard to do that when it doesn’t feel right. Everything feels right with Kiana.
After one night? I guess I’m proving to myself that it’s possible to know this soon—probably another reason I’ve never gotten to this point before, even after a prolonged attempt at it.
Coffee. Bacon. Eggs. In that order, because the eggs are better if they’re fried in bacon grease. I add a little cheese to the top of them as soon as they’re scrambled and hear footsteps on the stairs.
“Good morning.” I turn to greet Kiana as soon as she walks into the kitchen.
“Hey…” She gingerly walks toward the coffee pot, and I pour her a cup.
“You okay?” I tilt my head slightly.
“A little sore.” She gives me a side-eyed glance then her lips spread into a smile. “I’m not complaining, though.”
I pull her in for a hug, followed by a kiss, and then she melts into my embrace. The morning light hasn’t changed how I feel about her. A relationship between us is wrong, but I won’t apologize for it. She needs someone on her side more than ever, and it’s not her fault that the people who should
