Ramagos, Tonya - Strictly Accountable [Stud Service 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (16 page)

He levered his lower body up and paused. His free hand fisted her hair and tugged as he leaned over until they were face to face. Her eyes closed on their own accord when he impaled her again in a single, quick thrust.

“Open your eyes. Look at me when I’m inside you.”

The desperation in his voice surprised her. She forced her eyes open and locked gazes with him.

“Who is inside you right now, Sabrina?”

“You are.” Talons of fiery, sinful hunger clawed at her breasts, her pussy, and her soul. “God, Brody. Please.”

He repeated the move, a quick retreat of his cock from her flaming channel, a rapid return that brought her hips off the pillow supporting them to meet his thrust and draw him deeper inside. Dazed, confused by the pleasure, torn apart by the knowledge that with each push he didn’t just enter her body, but her heart as well, Sabrina closed her eyes again despite his command.

“I can’t stand this,” he said harshly. “I need to look at you.”

Sabrina whimpered as her body protested his retreat. He withdrew his cock from her clenching pussy and rolled off of her. Before she fully registered the absence of his warmth, she found herself being flipped, lifted, and scooted. When he finally settled her, they sat on the edge of the bed with her straddling his lap. He held her there, poised with his cock pressing the swollen folds of her pussy, his gaze one of pure possession and dominance.

“Much better.” His lips tilted in a half smile as he used his hold on her waist to draw her down. He entered her far slower than before, the engorged head of his cock parting her feminine lips, spreading her sodden hole and inching inside with a tenderness that stole her breath. He stopped only when her eyes started to close, his fingers giving her sides a warning squeeze.

Sabrina held his gaze, ignoring the slivers of embarrassment that tingled in her cheeks, enjoying the eroticism that danced across sensitive nerve endings as he continued to fill her. Her hands closed on his shoulders, nails biting into flesh as she opened her legs wider, taking his cock as deeply as she could get it, and started to gyrate.

“Mother fu—” He cut off the curse as his head fell back on his shoulders, hips moving in time with hers, hands holding her so tightly she knew she would be bruised when this ended.

Dear God, she didn’t want it to end.

“Easy, darlin’.” He growled, hips stilling, cock buried to the hilt but unmoving.

She didn’t want easy, didn’t want slow. She wanted him out of control. She wanted his hunger and possession. She dipped her head, nuzzling his neck and licking at the corded muscle straining from his attempt to hold himself in check. He shivered when she nipped the muscle, groaned when she delved her hands in his hair, fisted and pulled.

“No.” Agonizing need clawed at her. “I want you. All of you. Be yourself with me, Brody.”

His head came up, eyes blazing with lust and desire. His hands slipped beneath her bottom to cup her ass. “Ride me.”

An arrow of devilish fear sliced through her at the command. She pushed down with her knees, lifted her hips, and let herself drop. The penetration so deep and rapid yanked a ragged scream from her throat. Pleasure, a dart of pain, and intense ecstasy whipped through her system as she gyrated and rode his cock.

“Like that?” She already knew the answer. Yes, definitely like that. He lifted his hips to meet her movements, plunging in and drawing out, working her spasming muscles until the orgasm built to mind-blowing proportion.

One hand slid from her ass cheek, a finger slipping between to graze over her virgin anus, and she would’ve stilled at the shock if he gave her the choice. His continued movements, the possession in his gaze, the feel of his finger inching its way inside her back entrance took away all thought and controlled her very being.

The orgasm burst from her in a riot of colors and sensations that made her scream and go wild in his embrace. Her body tensed and jerked, inner muscles convulsing, gripping desperately at his cock still plunging rapidly into her pussy as the fire and pleasure washed out of her. She heard him grunt with his own release, felt his hot semen mix with hers, and still he didn’t stop. He pulled his finger free of her anus, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rolled until she lay flat on her back, legs spread wide around his pistoning body. He fucked her, mindless and reckless, hard and in total control until he brought her straight through one orgasm and over the crest of another. Only then did he collapse on top of her, his body heaving in his struggle for breath.

* * * *

Sabrina floated somewhere between a blissful paradise and a dark hole of knowledge that she was falling in too deep. How could she survive Brody now? Her body pulsed with the aftermath of their lovemaking. She would call it that in her own mind, at least. It had been sex, yes. Raunchy, hot, destructive sex, but at some undeterminable point she realized it didn’t stop there. Whatever he chose to term what they just shared, for her it had been making love.

The knowledge sent a chill through the heat reverberating in her system. How could she go on when he walked away? And he would walk away, just not completely. Understanding that only made it worse. They would make a baby and the marriage would end, but not their association. She would have to face him every other weekend and holiday and two months in the summer when he picked up their child for visitation.

And she already knew every one of those times would rip her to shreds.

A tear leaked from the corner of her eye just as Brody lifted his head from where he’d nestled it in the bend of her shoulder. She turned her head quickly, not wanting him to see the tears, not knowing how she would explain them if he asked.

Brody cupped the side of her face, and she knew he felt the moisture, but he didn’t comment. He turned her head to look at him, and the compassion staring back at her tore at another chunk of her heart. He dipped his head, brushing the tip of his nose to hers before covering her mouth in a tender kiss. Her throat tightened in her efforts to hold back more emotions.

Dear God, help me
.

A small smile tilted his lips as he pulled back and slid off her. Then she felt herself being lifted again, turned and shifted until she lay with her backside spooned against his front. She couldn’t stop the soft giggle any more than she could the contented sigh that followed. She liked the way he so easily picked her up and placed her where he wanted her. She liked more lying with him like this, settling into the security of his arms, feeling the strength of his body wrapped around her.

I’m so doomed
.

His fingers danced up her side, his hand skimming over her waist to splay flat on her belly. The gesture felt far more sensual than any sexual caress and sent her heart and mind on another whirlwind of thoughts that would only lead to her demise.

“You think too much.” He rested his cheek on her shoulder, the stubble of his jaw abrading the sensitive flesh on the side of her neck. “What’s going through your mind?”

She nearly laughed aloud at that. What would he say if she told him the truth? How would he react to the things going through her mind and heart? He’d probably demand an immediate divorce.

“I think I’m in shock.” She didn’t lie. Shock gripped her belly, put her nerve endings on hyper alert, and left her totally disoriented.

He chuckled, the sound gruff and sexy. “That good, huh?”

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Come on. You’re not the type to need your ego stroked immediately after your cock, are you?”

“When a woman cries out the way you did, darlin’, that’s all the stroking my ego requires. I figured you were talking about still being in shock because we’re married now.”

“Oh.” Though he didn’t hit on the deepest area of the turmoil within her, he chipped at another big part. “I don’t think I’ve made it to the shocked stage there. I think I’m still numb. Maybe tomorrow that’ll hit.”

“You still want to keep it a secret, though.” He said it as more statement than question, and the disappointment she thought she detected in his tone surprised her.

She shifted, turning her head so she could meet his gaze. “Definitely. Think about it. If I’m not pregnant in six months, then we get a quiet divorce and no one will be the wiser. It would be different if we married for love, but there’s no reason to stay together otherwise.” She paused and frowned, stupidly realizing they really hadn’t discussed beyond the point of their six-month time limitation. “Of course, if I do get pregnant then we’ll have to figure out what to do once the baby is born. We can’t raise a child in a marriage of convenience, for lack of a better term. That would be worse than raising him or her in a broken home.”

“What if it wasn’t a marriage of convenience, as you call it?”

Sabrina blinked at him, stunned. Her heart did a slow roll in her chest. Butterflies kicked up in her belly. She ruthlessly gave a silent order for both to settle down. He didn’t mean the question the way her needy heart hoped. He couldn’t possibly, and yet she dared to wonder. “What else would it be, Brody?”

He stared back at her for so long she didn’t think he would respond. She saw so many things swirling in his eyes, things she couldn’t allow herself to attempt to sort out.

“We’ll figure it out at the end of the six months.” He kissed her, a quick peck to her cheek, then laid his head back on the mattress, arms still holding her possessively against him.

Sabrina let a long silence stretch between them until her thoughts started to smash into feelings she was trying her damnedest to control or ignore. “You still haven’t told me what is in this for you except sex at your disposal.” She couldn’t see his expression, but she felt him flinch. Or maybe she imagined that, too.

“I’ve got my reasons,” he said evasively.

“I’m sure you do. You’re not supposed to keep secrets from your wife.” Sabrina tried to go for flippant but knew she failed.

“You’re only my wife by legality and convenience as you said.”

The cold way he reminded her of that fact sent a chill skating down her spine. “You’ve got me there. Marrying me isn’t keeping you out of a penal institution no one knew you were headed for, right?”

That got her a chuckle out of him. “You could answer that better than I can. Would the IRS take our marriage as a likely reason for not slamming the bars on me for my father’s actions?”

Sabrina relaxed back into his embrace, enjoying the way his hand started to caress her from belly to breasts. He was easing the tension inside her with that simple touch. He was drawing her back from the precipice of doubt and wonderment she’d been teetering on to a place where she could truly ignore all her reservations at least for now.

“You won’t need any reasons with the IRS, just money.” Could that really be his motive after all? Maybe he was more like his late father than she thought. Maybe she wasn’t falling for a hot, sensual, and dominant man she couldn’t have, but a gold-digging, conniving liar she really wouldn’t want.

“I’m leaning toward Rufus,” Brody said after several long beats of silence. “What do you think?”

Sabrina lifted her head again, this time turning her upper body so she could shoot him a confused look. “What’s a Rufus?”

His grin came slow and devastating to everything female inside her. “It’s not a what. It’s a who. Our son. Rufus Ignatius Holt. A good, sturdy, country name, don’t you think?”

Sabrina barked a laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He lifted a brow. “You got any better ideas?”

“I’m positive I’ll think of some.”

Chapter Nine

“James Tyler Holt. Now that’s a good, sturdy, country name,” Sabrina told her reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Or Brody William after Brody and my father, and we can call him Billy for short.” She chewed her bottom lip as the sound of the timer on the countertop ticked away the seconds. “John,” she continued to ramble off names, then shook her head. “No, that’s even more common than James and William. Colin. Now there’s a name that’s become more popular but not overly done yet.” She shook her head again. “Na, Brody would never go for that one.”