Chapter 19
Brewer
Feeling her kiss the tip of my thumb made my body quiver. But I bit back the feeling to keep a grip on her gaze. I needed to hear her answer. I needed her to say it. To put it out there in the ether so I knew it was true. It killed me that she had seen me with my gun. No woman should ever have to take in something like that. I didn’t want her to be scared of me. I wanted her to trust me. To enjoy me. To lust for me the way I did for her.
“I’m not scared of you,” Makenna said.
A fire sparked in my gut. Hope rushed through my veins. I stood there, with her body pressed to mine as my hand planted next to her head on the siding of her home. The shadows of her patio covering cloaked us. Shielded us from a world with prying eyes. But even though she wasn’t scared of me, she had to understand that my life was dangerous. That I was capable of doing dangerous things for those I cared about.
“I’m glad,” I said. “But the life I do lead isn’t one you want to get tangled up in.”
“Then why did you come over?” Makenna asked.
“Because I couldn’t get you off my mind.”
It was the truth. Ever since our encounter three fucking days ago, she’d permeated my existence. Haunted my dreams and cast ghostly smells from my sheets. She followed me into the shower and I saw her in the eyes of the people I rode by on my bike every single day. There wasn’t a moment that went by that I didn’t think about her and Ana. About what they were doing and how they were doing and whether or not their days were treating them the way they deserved.
“I can’t get you off mine, either,” Makenna said.
“I’ll understand if you don’t want anything to do with me,” I said. “If you want me to go, I get it.”
“I understand that what you do is dangerous,” she said as she cupped my cheek. “I got that when I saw the gun behind your back. But what I really need to know, you haven’t answered yet.”
“Then ask.”
My eyes danced between hers as her hips pressed closer to mine.
“Are Ana and I safe with you?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
Her eyes fell to my lips before I closed the distance between us. My chest pressed into hers as her hand slid to my hair. She threaded her fingers through it. Gripped it tightly as our tongues collided. If there was one thing I could guarantee her, it was that her and her daughter would be safe. No matter what I had to do and no matter what it cost me, they would not pay a price for the life I led.
My hands fell to her hips and I hiked her up my body. She wrapped her legs around my waist as her tongue massaged the roof of my mouth. My cock came alive. I groaned into her lips. I felt them swelling against the contact of mine as her hands ripped at my shirt. I pressed her against the house. I raised my arms so she could rid me of my clothing. Her soft hands falling down the divots of my torso popped the last string of decency I had strung in my gut, and soon I was digging my cock out of my pants to take her right against her house.
And take her I did.
I rolled her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side, feeling how wet she was for me. The pathetic cotton fabric was drenched in her, and every part of me wanted to place my tongue in areas I knew would make her skin crawl. I guided my cock into her tight pussy, feeling her walls fluttering against my intrusion. I nibbled on her lower lip, playing with the tip of her tongue. She moaned and whimpered. Her hips rolled to swallow more of my cock down. My hands found hers and I threaded our fingers together, pinning her hands above her head.
“Brewer,” she said breathlessly.
I pulled back to connect our eyes as our hips sat against one another’s.
The thick black night covered our bodies as sweat dripped down my back. My forehead leaned against hers. I breathed in the air she was pushing from her pouty lips. I rolled my hips, swiveling them as she gasped for air. Her sounds spurred me on, pressing me deeper into her beautiful curves as her soft thighs squeezed around me.
“Shit, Makenna,” I said with a grunt. “I needed this.”
“Same. Same. Same. Same.”
She chanted it with each thrust I delivered to her body. Knowing she needed my body as much as I needed hers shot fire to my toes, but I knew it was more than that. At least, for me it was. I was going to miss her. I would miss cuddling with Ana and feeling Makenna’s body against mine. I would miss her smile and her taste. I would miss our conversations that pulsed with electrical energy. I would miss her asking me for help.
I would miss everything about us, and everything that hadn’t happened to us yet.
“Go faster. Don’t stop. Brewer. Yes. Oh my gosh.”
Her whispered pleas coached me onward as my hips pounded into hers. I felt her tits jumping against me as my face fell to her neck. I nibbled on her skin. Kissed her cheek. Lined the shell of her ear with my tongue until she was nothing but a whimpering, sweating mess against me. Her juices dripped down my balls. Her pussy clamped around me with its wanton heat. Her fingers curled into the backs of my hands as my toes curled deeply into my shoes, trying to steady my movements as my body readied for her explosion.
I wasn’t ready to come yet.
I wasn’t ready to give into her yet.
“Brewer! Shit!”
I encompassed her lips with mine to swallow the rest of her sounds as she released. Her body stilled and her legs pulled me closer. Shoved my cock deeper. Her pussy fluttered around me, sucking me into her body until I could go no further. I’d never been held so tightly. I’d never been needed so much. I grunted into her skin, forcing my orgasm to stay at bay as she unraveled against me. Makenna shook. Gasped. Wiggled against my body until she collapsed into my grasp.
She caved into me and I caught her in my arms, pulling her away from the wall of her home. Her juices dripped down my thighs, coating me in her mark. Makenna clung to me. Her nails dug into my skin as I stumbled backwards, proving to her I could hold her up even at my weakest. Even when I wanted to fall to my knees and pour myself into her.
I hoped it would cement the fact that she was safe with me, no matter what it took.
“Take me upstairs,” she said with a whisper.
I furrowed my brow as my cock jumped at the prospect. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and looked straight into my eyes.
“Take me upstairs, Brewer.”
“You want me inside your home?” I asked.
She grinned before she kissed me, allowing me another taste of her sweetness before a giggle fell from her lips and into mine.
“You’re already inside me,” she said. “Why not in my bed, too?”