Chapter Thirteen

Brenna

“You filthy piece of shit!”

The scream pierced my consciousness, interrupting the pleasant conversation I’d been having with the nice woman at the next table. A glass sailed in our direction, and I ducked so it wouldn’t hit me square in the face. What in the hell was happening? A bar fight in a classy establishment such as this? It defied logic. The bar streamed with screams, shouts, and cries of anger and pain. I looked up in alarm, scanning the perimeter for Rhett. I had to get out of the way before something horrible happened. Why had he vanished on me like that? All I could see were tons of guys at the bar, all swinging punches and screaming at one another.

“For heaven’s sake,” I muttered under my breath. “What is going on here? Have I stumbled back into the middle ages? All they need are clubs and axes.”

Before I could turn to flee the scene, Rhett appeared looking out of breath and sweaty. His blond hair was mussed and sticking straight up, and his lower lip was swollen and turning purple.

“Oh my god,” I said in a rush, running toward him. I reached a finger toward his face, but he flinched and reared back. “What happened to you?”

Rhett gave me one of his crooked, roguish grins. That same damn look that revealed nothing but indicated everything. “Some asshole threw a punch. I know I pitched a bad game, but did he have to resort to violence? What an ungrateful prick.” Rhett looked up at me and winked. “This must be a Mets bar. I guess I’m persona non grata around here. They want to sever my head, light it on fire, and stick it on top of a stake to parade through the city.”

“We should go.”

Rhett grabbed my hand and pulled me across the crowded bar. Somehow, the sense of urgency only made the fighting around me seem more exciting. As we ran out into the hotel, we both burst out laughing.

“What?” Rhett looked at me and chuckled. “What’s so funny? You like seeing your date get beat up, is that it?”

I shook my head, still laughing but not quite sure why. All I knew was that I liked him. I liked hanging out with him. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and my heart thudded from running and the adrenaline pumping through my body. I felt better than I had in…I had no idea how long.

“Definitely not,” I said. “That was fun, though. Best first date ever. At least…I think it was my best first date ever. I can’t be sure. Can I get back to you on that when we’re both old enough to be in the rest home?”

Rhett raised an eyebrow and smirked. He punched the button for the elevator, then leaned against the wall. “Well, if you like seeing me get punched, I happen to know a little BDSM club in the village. I’ll even let you snap on the handcuffs.”

My jaw dropped, and I knew I blushed bright red. “No, thank you,” I protested, slapping him on the forearm. But part of me liked it. I closed my eyes and imagined him naked, laid out on a bed at my complete mercy. I’d climb on top of him and... “That’s quite enough of that.”

Rhett winked. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. “I think you just like seeing me get all macho,” he teased. He brushed my hair away from my forehead. Electricity crackled between our bodies, and I felt myself weakening in his arms.

Kiss me. The thought whirled in my mind. Please, please kiss me again.

“Maybe,” I said, lowering my eyes and batting my lashes. “Maybe I just liked seeing you grab my hand and pull me out of there. Protecting me.”

Rhett feigned a pout. “So, you don’t think I look swarthy and dangerous with a fat lip?”

I shook my head. “Of course you do.” I felt the heat creep up from my neck into my cheeks. Would I ever stop being embarrassed by his snarky banter? I wondered if old Brenna had been wittier. I wasn’t sure what happened back at the bar, but it seemed like a scene right out of my old life. Something about the bar descending into chaos and Rhett looking smug with a bruise decorating his mouth tugged at an old memory. I struggled to pull it forward, but it remained locked tight.

The elevator doors dinged open, and Rhett pulled me inside. Before the doors even had a chance to close, he pinned me against the wall and covered my mouth with his.

“Does kissing me hurt?” I whispered.

Rhett grinned, grabbed both my hands, and placed them above my head. Then, he ground his huge erection into my center. I gasped at the steely length, not believing it existed outside of some old lady’s fantasy.

“Only right here,” he said, pressing the length of his body against mine. “I’ve been through much worse.” He kissed me with a hunger I couldn’t resist, parting my lips with his tongue, and shoving one of his muscular thighs between my legs. I moaned when his leg pressed against my wet pussy, sending the arousal that had been building in my belly all evening to a new height of intensity. I rubbed and moaned.

I wrapped my arms around Rhett’s neck, and he hoisted me into the air, holding me tightly as his mouth ravished my own. Rhett slid his hands down my body and grabbed my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Ride me, woman. Only you can ease the ache.”

By the time the elevator reached the ground floor and opened with that pesky ding, he eased my feet to the floor. I wobbled on my platforms, breathless and panting with lust.

“So,” Rhett said with a sexy smirk. “Ready for round two? Another bar, perhaps? Dessert? You riding my cock until the break of dawn.”

I blushed again, so not used to that kind of explicit talk. But a new gush of wetness reminded me that I liked it regardless. “Why not a combination of the two?”

Rhett nodded. “Ah, a wise choice,” he said smugly as he guided me outside to the busy street. “I like a woman who wants it all. And takes it. Feel like a night cap, maybe paired with some chocolate mousse?”

I shook my head.

“Well, what then?” Rhett leaned down and kissed me on the lips, just once. I ached for more. I didn’t even care that the sea of pedestrians had to part for our PDA. Or that taxis honked their annoyance. Or that other women looked at me with icy green shards of jealousy lighting their expressions.

Our kiss turned both chaste and fiery, a contradiction, just like the man himself. Suddenly, I knew that I wanted him more than anything else in the world. Intrinsically, I knew that I’d never harbored this kind of desire for another man. Because if I had, I’d never, ever let that man go.

I grabbed Rhett’s shoulders and pulled him close, nibbling on his lower lip. Rhett groaned in my mouth. His hands slid down my back and squeezed my ass until I pressed my core into his leg.

“Why don’t we go back to my place,” I whispered in Rhett’s ear. “I think I have something to drink…maybe even some dessert.”

Rhett ran a hand through my hair and yanked. “Ask, and you shall receive,” he said, raising his eyebrows. He stuck his arm in the air, and a yellow cab covered in mud screeched to a stop in front of us. “After you,” Rhett said, opening the door.

“What about your car?”

“It’ll take too long. I’ll get it later.”

As I crawled into the cab’s backseat, I knew that Rhett had stared at my ass the entire time. But the knowledge didn’t make me cringe or want to turn away – if anything, it just made me wetter. My pussy throbbed with anticipation of what might come. I wondered how long it had been for me? The way my body carried on, I imagined it had been a while. Rhett kissed and fondled my limbs during the entire ride to my place, like a teenager necking with his high school crush in the back row of a movie theater.

Rhett paid the cabbie, then I took him by the hand and led him upstairs.

“Wow, eleventh floor,” Rhett said, voice dripping sarcasm as we walked into my apartment. “I didn’t take you for a penthouse kind of girl, Brenna.”

I blushed, throwing my bag and jacket on the bar. “Not as fancy as your digs, I’m sure, but I like it.” I glanced around. My apartment seemed alien with Rhett Bradshaw inside. I struggled to draw my next breath. His looming, sexy presence had caused all the oxygen to be sucked from the room. I stared at the man. What am I doing? Where is this going? I don’t know. But do I care? Should I care?

Just this once, I didn’t want to remember. I didn’t even want to try. Because if I looked deep within and recognized the possibility of regret, it would ruin this moment of abject perfection.

“Forget dessert,” Rhett murmured in a deep, husky tone as he walked toward me. “You look good enough to eat.”

He swept me into his arms before I could protest and lifted me into the air with ease, carrying me into my bedroom like he’d been there already. Had he? No. If that were the case, the man would be giving an Oscar worthy performance. As I landed softly on the bed, I stared at Rhett. Lust raced through me, and I licked my lips with a growing hunger for his body as we locked eyes. Without glancing away, I lifted my fingers to my dress and slowly started unzipping the blue material.

Rhett growled. He leapt on the bed and ripped the dress away from my body, tearing the fabric with his powerful hands. I moaned as the cool air hit my exposed skin – my nipples were stiff and swollen inside the lacy cups of my bra, and my pussy begged for the touch of his hand. I felt ready to come undone from just the slightest touch. The man had me so hot, so aching that I thought he might make me explode.

Rhett yanked his shirt off, threw it to the side, then dove on top of me and pinned me to the bed with his strong body. I thrashed under the weight of his torso and my desire as he ran his hands down my bare sides.

Every nerve ending in my body tingled with anticipation as Rhett crawled between my legs. He lowered his head to my belly and swirled his tongue in my belly button until I cried out with desire. Rhett’s hands caressed every angle, every arch, every hidden place – I felt like he knew my body as well as he knew the back of his own hand. When he reached behind me and unclasped my bra in a single, experienced gesture, I helped him slide the lacy material away from my body.

“Dammit, you’re beautiful,” Rhett murmured, his eyes flashing fire.

He lowered his head to my breasts and began sucking and nipping at my swollen nipples. It felt so good that the heat of my own need consumed me, and I cried out. Tangling my hands in Rhett’s mass of blond hair, I tugged at his scalp and writhed underneath him. Fireworks of lust and pleasure exploded in front of my eyes, and I could barely remember to breathe as Rhett dragged his teeth across my swollen skin.

Rhett’s hands wandered lower and lower. I moaned and jerked my hips to the side, hoping that he’d get the hint and touch my wet slit. I could feel the raging heat and moisture there. Instead, he teased me. His fingertips stroked the insides of my thighs down to my knees. I cried out with frustration.

Rhett chuckled. “You’re a little eager,” he teased. “I never thought you’d be such a tigress, Brenna Sinclair. But I am so not disappointed.”

He crawled up my body and nuzzled my neck, biting the soft skin at my collarbone. His teeth sent a tiny thrill of pain through my body that mingled with the pleasure and made for an explosive sensation in my lower belly.

All I could manage was a strained nod. My face was bright red with excitement and arousal, and my skin was hot and moist even though the air conditioner was blasting arctic air all over the room.

Rhett smirked. He kept his eyes locked with mine as he licked a stiff nipple, circling the areola with his tongue. I uttered a low moan as his white teeth nipped at my skin. Pleasure raced through my body and chills ran down my spine, and I couldn’t help uttering a loud cry of arousal as Rhett finally put his fingers between my legs.

My woman’s core pulsed and throbbed with yearning. Rhett slowly trailed his fingers up my soaked panties until I whimpered and thrust my hips into the air. Every touch, every stroke just sent me closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” I begged. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. “Please touch me, Rhett.”

“I am touching you. Look at me, Brenna.” He demanded. “Open your eyes and watch me touch you.”

My insides twisted with arousal as I locked eyes with Rhett. He smirked, then brought his fingers up to his nose and sniffed, clearly enjoying the musky scent of my arousal. I blushed harder than ever as he licked the tips of his fingers, then slid them inside the crotch of my panties and stroked my slick labia.

“Where do you want me to touch you, Brenna?” Rhett growled. “Tell me.”

I moaned softly and shook my head. “I can’t,” I whimpered. “It’s…it’s too embarrassing. I don’t think I’ve ever said anything so dirty before because it’s not coming to the tip of my tongue.”

Rhett yanked his hand away and stared down at me. His lips were twisted into a cruel, mocking smirk and his eyebrows were raised.

“I know where I’d like the tip of your tongue. But that’s not good enough,” Rhett said with a feral growl. In that moment, I knew he’d demand everything I had to give and I’d surrender. “You have to do better than that, Brenna, you hungry girl.”

I bit my lip and moaned. “Please touch my clit, Rhett.”

Rhett grinned, clearly delighting in his bedroom victory. He leaned down and kissed me gently through the crotch of my panties. The heat from his mouth blossomed through the wet fabric, and I moaned when his hot breath touched my pussy. Rhett took my panties and tugged them down my hips, throwing them to the side. He gently slapped the inside of my thighs, and I obediently spread my legs. Rhett closed his eyes and licked his lips.

“Wider, Brenna. You smell so good.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my pussy. Then he slipped his fingers inside of me and spread my labia. My clit pounded with arousal as Rhett leaned down and gently licked between my legs. When he wrapped his lips around my swollen nub of pleasure, I moaned and tangled my hands in his hair. Rhett responded by groaning into my body.

The sensation spread through me like fire, and I arched my back and shoved my hips against Rhett’s face.

Rhett continued to suck and lick me as he slid a finger inside my soaked entrance. It felt so good that I shrieked wildly and wriggled around on the bed. Soon, he slid another finger inside, then another. Arousal and excitement started to build in my lower belly, and I couldn’t help myself from humping his face. I wanted more – I wanted all of him.

“Rhett, stop,” I cried hoarsely. “I want you now. Please take me. I want to come with you inside me.”

After one last slow lick, Rhett pulled his fingers out and crawled up my body, covering my mouth with his own. I eagerly licked my juices away from Rhett’s lips and tongue and chin as we kissed. It felt so wild and naughty. Rhett tangled a hand in my hair and yanked my head back, exposing my neck. He kissed his way down to my chest, groaning and growling with obvious lust.

“I want you,” I said again. “Please, Rhett. Please, take me. Why are you waiting?”

Rhett sat up. He nodded, then fumbled with the snap of his pants and yanked them down his thighs. His massive cock sprang free, and I licked my lips when I realized he hadn’t been wearing any underwear. Rhett parted my thighs and steadied himself with a hand on my hip.

“Wait, do you have a condom?”

Rhett frowned. “Don’t need one. I’m clean, baby.”

I shook my head and leaned over to my nightstand. Opening the drawer, I fumbled around and handed him a foil packet. For a moment, I thought he would resist, but he ripped open the square with his teeth and sheathed his magnificent cock in latex in one easy stroke.

Rhett pushed between my legs, blindly feeling for the entrance to my pussy. I whimpered and panted, thrusting my hips up to give him easier access. When he slid inside, I cried out in passion and wrapped my legs around his waist. Instead of leaving them there, Rhett pulled them back with his strong hands, then balanced my ankles on his shoulders, changing the angle. I gasped as he slid inside of me, then seriously began to move, again and again, filling me to the hilt with his perfect erection.

“Oh, baby,” Rhett grunted. He thrust his hips against mine. My head reeled as the perfume of lust filled the room. I closed my eyes, moving my body in tandem to Rhett’s motions. We were perfectly in sync. I moaned softly and arched my back, spreading my arms over my face and biting at my wrist so I wouldn’t scream.

Rhett slammed against me. His fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass and again, slight pain mingled with the pleasure flooding through me. The clenching feeling in my belly grew stronger with each passing second, and I held my breath, biting my lip, and whimpering as the first crest of my orgasm washed over me.

I knew that I wasn’t a virgin, but I couldn’t ever remember sex feeling this explosive. As my pussy clenched and tightened around Rhett’s hard cock, I let go in complete surrender of my own body. I moaned and shouted and screamed and thrashed around on the bed. Rhett held me tighter as he fiercely pumped his cock in and out of my body. Finally, he arched his back and cried out his own pleasure, driving into me harder than ever before.

When it was over, I couldn’t catch my breath. Rhett slid out of me, then pulled the condom off his softening cock and tossed it onto the floor. He flopped down on his back, panting hard.

“Holy shit,” Rhett said.

I could only nod. “Yeah. That.”

As we lay together in silence, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering. Now that I’d slept with Rhett, what would happen? I couldn’t imagine that someone like him was looking for a serious relationship. But if that wasn’t the case, why had he tried so hard to woo me?

“What’s wrong?” Rhett rolled onto his side. “You’re frowning.”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

He rubbed a thumb across my forehead. “Well, then don’t look so angry. You just got taken to heaven, and so did I. That’s nothing to be upset about.”

I swallowed, attempting to tamp down the regret seeping in. “You’re right,” I whispered. “It isn’t.”