DarkestSin (14 page)

Oh. shit.
She screamed, throwing her head back
against his shoulder.

“Push out, baby. It’ll be easier,” he breathed into her ear,
kissing her there, but she barely heard him over the blood roaring in her ears.

Then his other hand circled her hip, his finger finding her
clit, and he stroked it mercilessly. “Push, baby.”

Too much. Too many sensations. She ground her pelvis against
his hand to increase the contact with her clit, and then he moved, shoving two
fingers inside her pussy, using the heel of one hand to continue his
ministrations on her clit while he continued to stretch her hole with this
other.

“Oh God!” She was going to come. She could hardly move since
he had her pinned, but pushed back against the finger in her ass as her orgasm
built.

His finger slid all the way in, and he pulled his other hand
free.

“Don’t stop!” Why was he stopping? She was just about to
come.

“Not stopping, baby. Just getting you ready.”

He eased back and she felt more lube on her ass.
Shit.
Then another finger joining the first one.

“Fuck, Xan. You’re so damn tight.” He scissored his fingers,
stretching her when she already felt too full, yet frantic with the need to
come. With his fingers spread, he poured more lubricant directly into her ass
before pulling his fingers out.

She whimpered, feeling empty, but wasn’t without for long.
She turned her head in time to see Brody lubing his latex-covered cock, and she
gasped. How was that thing going to fit?

Seemingly reading her thoughts, he said, “It’ll fit.” He
grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips before pressing his cock at her
back entrance. “Push out, baby.”

She did, and he pushed in several inches. Pain bloomed
sharply, and she fought the urge to scream. He halted, panting, giving her time
to adjust. Then the pain faded, being replaced with the darkest pleasure she’d
ever known. She pushed back, wanting more, and he groaned helplessly as he
pushed in to the hilt. “Fuck, fuck! Xan, oh, baby, you’re so hot. Ahhh, I’m not
gonna last.”

Then he was moving, his hips thrusting, cock plunging into
her ass. She was helpless, trapped in a sensation so erotic t it bordered on
pain. He dug his arms underneath her, finding her nipples and tugging,
squeezing as he fucked her relentlessly.

“Brody, Brody, Brody,” she chanted, unable to make a
coherent thought. He freed a hand and grabbed her hair, turning her head and
crushing his lips onto hers. His tongue plundered with the same rhythm his
lower body set. The sounds of his breaths into her mouth rivaled the sounds of
his hard belly hitting her ass.

His mouth ripped from hers as he suddenly pulled back. She
didn’t understand why he moved so quickly.

Then his hand landed on her ass, and she moaned and arched
into him. “You like that, baby? You like your ass being spanked while I fuck
it?” Another smack landed. Then another and another. “Answer me, Xan.”

“Yes!” The authority in his lust-filled voice wrenched the
answer from her.

Each time his palm connected with her, she felt the
vibration in her ass, clenching around his dick and settling in her pussy. It
wasn’t enough. She needed more. “Harder.”

He growled as he obeyed, giving it to her harder with both
his hand and his cock. “Take it, Xan. Ahhh. Perfect. You’re fucking perfect,
baby.”

Her orgasm was building. She could feel it. Her muscles were
twitching in her pussy, fisting on nothing as she rocked back, meeting his
thrusts with almost the same intensity as he was delivering them. The pain in
her ass was a pleasurable ache she didn’t want to stop.

Then she crashed over that precipice, screaming as he plowed
into her. “Fuck yes! Oh yeah, baby. Come for me.” Then he came over her,
roaring as he stilled deep inside her before biting her shoulder, muffling his
growls, as he pumped, spilling his release.

At length, he collapsed on top of her, panting against her
skin, crushing her into the bed, and she didn’t care. He was on top of her and
still inside her, but he wasn’t close enough. She felt her heart opening up to
him, and she wasn’t sure what to do about that.

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to trust her heart to a man
again.

After easing Xan’s arm off his chest, slipping out from
underneath her, and tucking the covers back around her naked body, Brody headed
to the kitchen to cook them some breakfast.

But it wasn’t his growling stomach he was thinking about. It
was the woman he’d just left that controlled his thoughts.

She was an enigma to him. Logically, he knew he should avoid
her, but at this point, that was out of the question. It was apparent Xan
didn’t know him, so he should let that worry go. He wouldn’t, but he could
focus on other problems. Problems like those three agents he needed more
information on and one Dave Simmons currently spending his golden years in
Prairie County, Arkansas. The same county he’d placed Xan in when she first
went into Witness Protection.

Brody needed to make sure she was safe from anyone wanting
to harm her, especially her ex and his people, both for her own sake and his peace
of mind. Because if he didn’t focus on her protection, he’d just focus on her.
He’d already lost the battle to stay away from her, so now he needed to figure
out how to temper his need to be with her. Putting his energy on work would
help some. Not much, but some. At this point, he’d take what he could get.

As long as he could get some of her in the process.

He rummaged around her fridge, pulling out some eggs and
bacon. He found the coffee in the cabinet above the coffeemaker and set it to
brew while he scrambled some eggs and reined in his thoughts. He could worry
about what to do about her when he wasn’t standing in her kitchen wearing his
boxer briefs. Turning his attention to food, he wasn’t sure how much she ate,
but he was a big man, so he used all the eggs in the carton, then set it aside
to fry up the package of meat.

Mmm…pork. He was starving. Last night he’d worked up an
appetite, one he fully intended to satisfy before working it up again with Xan.
Very, very soon. He’d just finished frying the bacon, shoving several sizzling
pieces in his mouth and letting the rest drain on a paper towel, when he heard
the sleepy shuffling of feet. He smiled at the sound as he cleaned the pan to
use it for the eggs, then setting it aside to grab a cup from the cabinet.

“Good morning,” he said, pouring her some coffee, not
looking at her.

He heard her yawn and grumble something before the lazy foot
shuffling started again. He turned to hand over the coffee he’d just poured,
and the air locked in his lungs. She was leaning against one of the chairs,
waiting for her coffee, her hair a toussled mess, her robe barely covered her
thighs, and it gaped open at the top, giving him a luscious view of her
mouthwatering cleavage. She was fucking beautiful.

And he was toast. No way around it, this woman had him by the
balls.

He cleared his throat and gave her the coffee, but he
couldn’t not touch her. He wrapped an arm around her waist in a sideways hug
while she sipped her coffee and brought his lips to her ear. “Sleep well?”

“Mmm.” He wasn’t sure if she was talking about the coffee or
answering his question.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” God knew he did. He’d slept like
a rock, and he couldn’t remember the last time that’d happened. Not with a
woman, that was for damn sure.

“It was,” she croaked. Damn, but her voice even had a sexy
rasp to it first thing this morning. She set her cup down and looked at him.
“You didn’t have to cook. I’d have fixed us something.”

He wrapped both hands around her and she hugged him back.
“It was my pleasure,” he murmured as he lowered his lips to hers.

He was just going to kiss her. One little
good morning
kiss. But as soon as his mouth captured her lower lip, her taste exploded in
his mouth, and he lost all sense. Groaning, he deepened the kiss, his tongue
stroking into the wet heat of her mouth. He didn’t know what it was about this
woman that made him lose all control, but he was through questioning it,
fighting it. His hand slipped into the gaping opening of her robe and found a
taut nipple, which he rolled between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped into
his mouth and he swallowed it up, returning a growl when he felt her bare leg
slide against his.

Fuck it. He grabbed her and set her on the table, her moan throwing
fuel on his fire, making him rip her robe open as he shoved his underwear down
just enough to spring his cock free. He was so hard he was already leaking
pre-cum when he clutched it, squeezing the base to keep from coming as soon as
he entered her like some teenager unable to hold back his load. He plunged into
her and her head fell back with an erotic sound that made his balls ache.

He took her with a feral intensity that should have
surprised him for being so early, but around Xan, he couldn’t contain his lust.

“Brody!”

He loved the sound of his name on her lips. “Yeah, baby. Say
my name again.”

He plowed into her and she gasped, screaming his name as her
pussy fisted around his cock so tight he knew he wouldn’t last.

“Xan!
Fuck.
” He buried his head in her hair and
groaned as he came, feeling her milk every last drop of his cum.

Right into her pussy.

Without a condom.

Son of a bitch! What was wrong with him? That’s twice now.
He didn’t want to come off as an inexperienced kid, but that was exactly how he
felt.

He held her close as the last of her spasms around his cock
diminished, caressing her back with one hand and rubbing her head with the
other. Then he eased back and kissed her temple, her cheek, her lips.

“Sorry,” he breathed into the kiss. “I didn’t mean to attack
you first thing this morning.” He hesitated, knowing he had to confess, but
figuring she already knew. “Without a condom.”

She chuckled softly and he smiled. Even though he felt like
an idiot, he loved the sound of her laughter. “I didn’t mind. And, er, maybe we
can discuss skipping the condoms altogether.”

His heart raced. No condoms meant a commitment. He knew he
didn’t want her seeing any other guys, but he also knew he couldn’t think about
a future with her. But the fact that she’d brought it up made pride swell
inside him. It meant she wanted a relationship, and no matter how irresponsible
that might be, he couldn’t help wanting to pretend for a little while.

“We’d have to agree to be exclusive.” If even just for the
duration of their relationship, no matter how short that time might be.

“That won’t be a problem on my end. It’s been a while for me
anyway.” She shrugged and looked away. Brody knew it had been a while for her
but wondered if maybe that meant she hadn’t had sex since Collins. Her response
didn’t stroke his ego any, though, since it didn’t necessarily mean she wanted
to be exclusive because she wanted only him, just that she hadn’t been playing
with any other fish in the sea lately.

Whatever. Her reasoning didn’t matter. Only her willingness
did. “It won’t be a problem with me, either.” He leaned down and kissed her to
seal their deal, fighting the urge to giggle like a giddy schoolgirl. He was
really fucked.

She chuckled against his lips and he drew back. “You started
eating without me. You taste like bacon.”

He laughed. “I did no such thing.” He gave her an innocent
look, shaking his head. “I had to make sure the bacon tasted okay. I can’t
serve you poisoned meat.”

“Oh, we can’t have that now, can we?” She giggled when he
nuzzled her ear. “And did it taste okay?”

He smiled, leaning down. “You tell me.” Then he kissed her
again, a full-on assault of the mouth.

She broke away, panting. “Yeah. You’re making me hungry.”

“You’re making me horny,” he groaned, but pulled away from
her to tend to the eggs.

She squeezed his butt cheek before sitting down and wincing.
He turned sharply, looking at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. I just got royally fucked in the ass last
night. Literally.” She leaned to one side on the chair. “Now it feels like I’ve
got a corncob stuck up my ass.”

“Oh God, baby.” He stepped over to her, leaning and wrapping
his arms around her. “I’m sorry, Xan.”

She reached up and stroked his face. “I’m okay, Brody. I
figure this is to be expected.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back. “Yeah, well,
I could’ve been more considerate this morning. I practically tossed you on your
ass right on top of that table.”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbled, nodding as she took a sip. Shit. He
had hurt her then too. She looked up at him, her face softening. “I’m fine.
Maybe in a few days,” she shifted and winced again, “er, few weeks we can do it
again.”

He made a noncommittal sound as he cooked the eggs and
plated the food. He was a big man, and she was a small woman. He needed to be
more careful with her. The knowledge that he’d been rough enough to cause her
lingering pain stabbed him in the chest. She needed to be cherished, not
treated like some crack whore. He’d make the effort to be gentler with her.

Though fucking her ass while he spanked her had been the
most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.

He shook off those thoughts as he sat down to eat, placing
Xan’s plate in front of her. They ate in comfortable silence, but Brody had to
touch her. He slid his hand on top of her bare knee, letting it rest there as
he ate.

“So what do you want to do today?” He wasn’t ready to leave
her. Not yet.

“Um, I hadn’t given it—” She stopped when the front door
opened, her eyes flying open wide as heavy footsteps jogged to the kitchen.
Exactly where they were. He was about to grab her and shield her from the
intruder, but then he realized the pale look on Xan’s face wasn’t a result of
fear for her life.

“Mom!”

Well, son of a damned bitch. She was sitting in this kitchen
in her robe, and he was in his fucking underwear, no shirt.

And her son was about to walk into the room.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

At least he was sitting, facing the door. It’d be obvious he
didn’t have a shirt on, but the kid wouldn’t see just how little he actually
had on. His old rule of not dating single moms filtered through his brain.
Funny how it didn’t bother him that he considered it an
old
rule.

Scott came barreling into the kitchen. “It’s smells good in
here. I’m starrr—oh shit!” He halted, his eyes darting back and forth from his
mom to Brody and back again to his mom.

“Language, Scott.”

“Sorry, oh crap. Um, nope, oh crap just doesn’t cover it.”
He stared in shock, eyes now staying longer on his mom with sly glances at
Brody every few seconds. After what felt like a long moment of torture, the kid
finally started fighting a smile.

Why the hell did Brody feel as if
he
were the
teenager staring at his girlfriend’s dad?

“Um, am I interrupting something?” Nope, no longer fighting
that smile. His face was glowing like the damn cat that ate that stupid canary.

Brody wondered if he should say something or just wait for
Xan. This was her kid, and he didn’t want to step on her toes. Just when the
silence was getting deafening, she fidgeted in her seat.

“Did you eat breakfast at Chad’s?”

“Yes. But I could eat again.” The wide smile stayed on his
face as his hands propped on his hips. “I came over to get my football. We need
to run some plays.” He paused, glancing over at Brody. “How are you, Brutus?”

“I’m good, kid. How are you?” Brody hid his smile. The
little man was actually doing a little posturing with him over being here with
his mom. If he didn’t already like the kid, he would’ve started liking him now.
He appreciated the fact that Scott was being protective of his mom.

“Same here. Say,” he said, tilting his head as if he just
had a novel idea. Brody didn’t buy it. “Would you like to come out and throw
the pigskin around with us?”

“Oh, Scott, he doesn’t—”

“I’d love to.” He didn’t think the kid really wanted him to
play football with them. He probably just wanted Brody away from his mom. It
didn’t matter. He’d enjoy a little football and male bonding with the kid. But
he wasn’t backing down from the taunting. He had to show the guy that while he
was around, he’d be the one protecting his mom. She might still be his mom, but
Xan was Brody’s woman. “I have to get dressed first.”

Xan groaned, trying to bury her face in her coffee cup. That
was okay too. She didn’t understand male dynamics.

Scott’s smile disappeared, his eyes narrowing. “You do
that.” He walked over to his mom and kissed her cheek. Xan reached up and patted
his head, not looking at him. Her mortification was rather quite adorable. But
Brody didn’t have kids, so he really didn’t understand what she was going
through.

Scott turned to leave and Brody smiled, watching. The kid
had spunk.

“That was horrible.”

He leaned over and took her hand in his, rubbing soothing
circles on it. “It wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t horrible. He’s a young man who
needs to understand his mother has needs like everyone else. Just like he does,
unless he’s a eunuch.” He picked up his cooling coffee and gulped it down.

“Oh God, that’s even worse. I don’t want to think about
his
needs.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I know you don’t have kids, but did you
ever walk in on your parents having sex?”

Since he couldn’t remember his childhood, he didn’t remember
if he had. But that wasn’t really the point. Xan was freaking out and he needed
to help her chill. And he could do that by playing down the incident. He stood,
clutching the side of her head and kissing her hair. “We weren’t having sex.
Now if he’d come home thirty minutes ago…” He chuckled as he pulled away.

“Oh shit. He could’ve walked in on us having sex!” she
hissed.

“Right. And he didn’t. So no worries.” She started to speak
again but he halted her efforts. “I’m getting dressed. I’m not sure what you’re
doing today, but I have a couple of kids to beat at football.”