DarkestSin (13 page)

Xan leaned back and stared at him, the lust in her eyes
waning, weariness taking over. His need was boiling in his veins, and his
balls, but he didn’t miss her expression. Why was she suddenly blanching at the
idea of going home with him? It wasn’t as if they hadn’t had sex already. More
than once.

“Um, I-I don’t think so.”

He pulled her back in his embrace, burying his head into her
hair, trying to calm his raging urge to throw her over his shoulder and take
her home anyway. “You know you want to, baby.”

“Yeah.” But she didn’t sound convincing.
Shit.
If she
put the brakes on, he’d have his work cut out for him.

“What’s wrong? I told you I haven’t been bed hopping.” Then
trying to ease her sudden concern, he said, “Mimi would break a hip if she
tried.”

A chuckle escaped before she clamped her hand over her
mouth, shaking her head into his chest. He smiled into her hair, loving the
sound of her laughter. Damn, did she bathe in vanilla? Even her hair smelled
like the decadent extract. His cock throbbed. He never would’ve thought vanilla
would be an aphrodisiac.

She sighed and he tried to clear his head of her essence.

“I can come over to your place, but I can’t stay.”

It was progress, but not enough. “Bullshit. You already said
Scott was stayin’ the night somewhere. You’re free all night.” He nuzzled her
head to soften his words. Then needing her to understand how much he wanted
her, needed her, he eased back to gaze into her sky-blue eyes. “I need all
night, Xan, because once I get started, baby, I’m not gonna want to stop.”

She licked her lips, heat flaring back to life in her eyes.
Oh yeah, she wanted him. He just didn’t understand her hesitation. “How about
you come back to my place, then?”

Whoa. Maybe he’d read her wrong and there wasn’t any real
uneasiness on her part. He contained his shock and faked a little casual
response. If his dick was vocal, it’d be laughing at his acting skills. If it
wasn’t so hard it hurt. “Sounds good.” He caressed her arm, fighting the urge
to pick her up and run out of the place like a raging, horny teenager now that
he’d gotten the green light.

She nodded, pulling away. “I rode with Roxie. Did you
drive?”

“Yeah. Brought my truck. Go tell the girls you’re leaving,
and I’ll tell the guys.”

As he headed to his buddies, Brody watched her walk away,
her luscious ass begging to be free of its leather cage.

After he’d fucked her like a cherished lover the other day,
he’d freaked out and fucked her like an unemotional madman the last time,
fearing his emotions were getting in the way.

Tonight, he wasn’t sure how much he’d be able to control
either urge.

Xan sat in Brody’s truck, listening to the indie rock music
he loved so much, counting the minutes it’d take to get to her house. When he’d
asked her to come over to his place, she’d worried.

Okay, she’d freaked.

She’d come a long way since the hell that was her life with
Marco. He was one abusive bastard, and he’d been her only experience. Until
now. Problem was she had a hard time trusting men in general, especially in
groups. Until now. And she hadn’t had sex with another man. Until now. She was
definitely making progress, and even dancing with Robby—Robby? Bobby? Whatever
his name was—she’d felt empowered. No, she wasn’t attracted to that guy, but
she hadn’t been scared of him, either. She would have done a fist pump when she
got finished with that dance if Brody hadn’t interrupted her. And yeah, she
danced with the guy to make Brody jealous. But damn, she’d thought he’d been
screwing around with another woman. Now she felt bad thinking of old-lady Mimi
as a skank-whore-bitch. She’d been hurt by the idea of him seeing another
woman, and that pissed her off. She was getting too close too fast.

And she’d freaked when he brought up coming over. Not so
much because of the speed of their relationship. Relationship? God, she felt so
inept with this stuff. But in one form or another, that was what they had. No,
she’d really freaked because she hadn’t spent the night at another man’s house.
Ever. She could accept the idea of spending the night with him, but it had to
be on her own turf. Silly, since Brody was still built like a brick fortress
and could overpower her with his pinky, but there it was. She felt safer having
him stay over with her.

But then that brought up the whole mothering issue. She’d
never had a man in her life since Marco, so her son never had to deal with one
hanging around. What was right here? Hell, she didn’t know. She knew she was
winging it but had done a damn good job under the horrible circumstances she’d
been dealt. But she was also a woman. Single moms weren’t all celibate. The
fact she was delving into this
thing
with Brody was proof she was
changing.

Yeah, she’d made a lot of progress since meeting him, but
she still had a ways to go allowing herself to fully trust a man again. Who could
blame her? Marco was… She shivered, thinking of some of the things he’d done to
her.

“You’re awfully quiet over there,” Brody murmured, pulling
her out of her reverie, reaching over and squeezing her thigh. She’d sensed his
mind had been busy trying to figure out why she’d almost denied his request for
a night of loving.
Fucking.
A night of fucking.

“Just coming down from my buzz.” She smiled, slicing her
eyes in his direction.

“I could stop and get us some wine or beer or something.”

“Nah. I have some wine and beer and tequila at the house
already. Unless there’s something you want that isn’t already there.”

He clutched her hand and lifted it to his mouth, kissing it
gently. “The something I want is right here.”

She melted at his words, leaning back and staring at him as
he pulled into her driveway.

He cut off the ignition and got out, grabbing a duffle bag
from behind the seat, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “Extra set of clothes.
Never know when I’m gonna get messy at work and have to run into town. I also
have an extra set of gym clothes in here if I get the urge to work out again in
the evenings.”

“Ah.” Work out
again
? Who liked to work out once a
day? Heck, she moaned and groaned when she forced herself to stick to her
three-times-a-week one-mile walk. The way he looked, she shouldn’t be
surprised, though. The man must pump iron for hours. She nodded in response,
and they met in front of his truck, him taking her hand and glancing at her car
parked in her driveway.

“How’d she drive?” he asked, tilting his head at her car,
which she lovingly, irritatingly called Bertha.

“Good. Bertha’s never been better.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Bertha? She looks like
a Bertha.”

She chuckled with him, shaking her head. “She looks nice
too. I don’t think she’s ever been this clean,” Xan said as they approached the
front door.

He leaned against the jamb as she fished her keys from her
purse. “Well, I still think you should buy a new car. Technology has greatly
improved in the last thirty or forty years.” He smirked and she rolled her
eyes. Berta was not forty. Yet. “There’s only so much I
can
do to
prolong Bertha’s life.”

“Well, I have my reasons for keeping her around. If I ran
out and bought a new Honda, she’d be jealous.”

Xan opened the door and Brody followed her in, setting his
bag down and grabbing her as soon as she closed and locked the door. Her body
immediately came alive, loving the feel of his hands caressing her, his lips
peppering kissing along her neck. “Honda, huh? What kind?”

What? If her brain wasn’t turning to mush from the lust
overtaking her system, she might’ve ignored the question. “Yeah, Accord.”

“Mmmm…very dependable.” He kissed his way to her jaw, his
lips grazing, kissing, nipping along the path. Conversation about the car
forgotten. His hands slid down her back and groped her ass. “God, I love your
body. If you want to keep me from ripping off this skirt, you better take it
off.”

He was already pulling it up, which was a feat in and of
itself since it was so formfitting, but the skirt was headed in the wrong
direction. It wasn’t as if she could pull the dang thing over her head, so she
backed away from him. He reached for her, growling in protest as the heat of
her body left his.

Her hand slapped his chest to stay his progression. “Let me
take it off.”

His hands fisted at his sides in an obvious attempt to
resist snatching her back into his arms, his eyes boring into her as if his
will alone would make her naked. “Bedroom,” he grunted.

His control seemed to be hanging on by a mere thread, which
Xan found incredibly sexy. She wanted to tease him, but getting the feeling
that’d be the equivalent of taunting a wild animal.

Stepping back, she decided she didn’t mind living a little
dangerously. She’d been sheltered for far too long and wanted to see how far
she could go.

She looked up at him through her long lashes and smiled
coyly. “Wait.”

She eased the zipper down the back of her skirt and shimmied
out of it, taking her time, drawing out his pleasure, his suffering. Now she
stood before him in her nude lacy top, displaying her black bra, matching thong
and knee-high leather boots. Without giving him any time to adjust to the
vision of her, she clutched the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head,
mussing her hair in the process. There wasn’t a need to go slow since the shirt
was practically see-through.

Without saying a word, she turned to walk toward her
bedroom. She knew he’d follow, but as soon as she gave him her backside, he
groaned a strangled, desperate sound she’d never heard a man make before. It
was thrilling, empowering, and it made her pussy flood, ache with need. She
couldn’t wait to get this man in her bed. As she walked she felt him right
behind her, his breath caressing her exposed shoulder. When she pushed her door
open and stepped in, whatever control he was grasping snapped.

She heard his duffle bag hit the floor right before Brody
grabbed her by the waist and yanked her up against him, his chest hair abrading
her back. Damn, when did he have time to unbutton his shirt? She loved the feel
of his hair against her skin.

She loved the feel of it even more when it was against her
nipples, so she tried turning, seeking that contact.

He clutched her tighter, not letting her move, and she felt
his hot breath against her ear right before his lips landed there. “I should
spank you for wearing this out to a club.” He sucked her lobe into his mouth,
nibbling on it. She shivered and moaned, leaning into him, wanting more.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m spanking you anyway.
After
I plunge my cock into
your tight little ass.”

Oh God. He could do whatever he wanted. As long as he fucked
her, she didn’t care. She just wanted him inside her. Right now. Any thoughts
of teasing him fled. From the way he was acting, Xan knew she wouldn’t be able
to control this encounter. She’d have to save that for another time. He walked
her over to the bed, folding her over the side so that her face was buried in
the blanket and her boots were still on the floor. She couldn’t see what he was
doing, but that only made her hotter, wetter. Her other senses were heightened,
her skin alive with electricity arcing through her everywhere he touched. She
gasped when she felt him kiss the inside of her thigh above her boot.

“Damn, baby. These boots are staying on.” She felt him grasp
her leg, spreading her wider, his head lowering.

He groaned, but all she felt was the hair on his head
rasping against her knee. What was he doing?

“Mmmm. They taste good too, but nowhere near as good as you
do.”

Taste? He was tasting her boots? That should’ve grossed her
out. But at the thought of him running his tongue along the leather she wore,
spasms rocked her jealous pussy and she moaned, arching her back, needing his
tongue on her flesh.

He answered her silent plea, trailing his wet tongue up her
inner thigh while the palms of his hands traced up her back. He deftly unhooked
her bra, freeing her swollen breasts. His tongue reached her pussy, kissed her
lace-covered mound, then continued on his track up to her ass. She whimpered a
protest and he chuckled, caressing her back to ease his denial.

Then he bit her right on one cheek and she yelped, lurching
her chest off the bed.

He gently pushed her back down. “Uh-uh, don’t move, baby.”

She whimpered, but didn’t move. What was he doing to her?
The sting of his bite bloomed to pleasure, pain to ecstasy. When Marco had caused
her pain, it was never pleasurable. But he also treated her like a sex slave,
not a wife.

Brody caressed her cheeks, sliding a finger under the lace
and pulling it to the side, making her panties tug against her clit. She moaned
and ground her hips, needing more friction.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come for me.” He licked the
crevice that sheltered her dark passage as he pulled and tugged on the string
of her thong. She rotated her hips, feeling her clit swell, orgasmic tingles
racing down her spine and settling in her pussy. She was so close.

And then he licked her asshole as he shoved two fingers in
her pussy, and she cried out, exploding in rapture. She rocked against his fingers
while his tongue continued to rim her back entrance. It felt as if her orgasm
lasted an eternity, but probably only lasted seconds. And he stayed with her,
coaxing as much pleasure out of it as possible.

When she slumped against the bed, spent, his fingers pulled
free from her, and she felt him move away. She’d have looked if she had the
energy, but she couldn’t muster the strength. She heard him rustling with
something, the sounds of cloth and zippers breaking the silence, and she still
didn’t turn her head.

His hand stroking her side startled her, but then she moaned
as she felt him drawing her panties off. They weren’t finished, not by a long
shot. She knew what he was after tonight, and she was both eager and anxious.
Eager earlier. Anxious now.

“Has anyone ever taken your ass, baby?” he asked as he
kneaded her cheeks, spreading her. She’d never felt this vulnerable before, his
question drawing dark memories to the forefront of her mind.

“Yes,” she whispered into the blanket, twisting her head to
clear it of visions of Marco.

Brody stilled. “Did you like it?”

“No.” She couldn’t lie to Brody even if she wanted to, and
she really didn’t want to be discussing this. She’d rather just get it over
with. Before Brody, she hadn’t had sex in over twelve years, but that didn’t
mean she was completely naïve. She read books, saw movies. She knew guys were
fascinated with the back door. Hell, she liked anal stimulation when she
masturbated, and she could tell how much Brody liked it when she played with
his ass while sucking him off. Some people may consider backdoor play a
depraved act, but to many it was just another way to enjoy bodily pleasures.

At least that’s what she’d told herself in the years after
divorcing Marco.

“Because it was painful?” He caressed her sides, leaning
down and dropping kisses along her neck. His actions gentled her, and she felt
tears prick her eyes. She didn’t want to cry, but knowing that a man as big and
as scary-looking as Brody was not going to force himself on her or humiliate
her wasn’t an experience she was accustomed to.

“Yes.”

“It doesn’t have to be, baby. Will you let me show you?”

Oh God. She was going to cry at the concern pouring from
him. She felt a sob work its way up her throat, and she did her best to squash
it. Crying during sex would make him disappear faster than cake at a Weight
Watchers meeting.

She couldn’t trust herself to answer him vocally, so she
nodded and arched her back in invitation.

He pushed himself off the bed, leaving a soft kiss on the
center of her back. She heard the drawer open beside her and him rummaging
around, then felt wetness drip onto her crack. She stiffened when he spread her
cheeks, but she took a deep breath and relaxed.

“Just say the word and it stops. Okay?”

She nodded again.

More lube landed on her, this time on her anus. He rubbed it
around, rubbing her entrance, gently pushing against her opening before
applying more lubricant. He continued to rub and press into her gently for
several minutes. She felt the excess trail down her ass and along her thigh,
mixing with her own juices. Her pussy ached at the neglect, but that seemed to
only drive her passion higher. When she moaned and arched into his probing
finger, Brody leaned over her, kissing her neck as he pushed his finger into
her, breaching the tight ring.