I jerk my head, summoning her. “Come here, baby girl.”
She blinks, a tear dripping from her eye. Fuck. My heart crashes again. She pulls in a staggered breath and crawls onto my lap, her body shaking.
I lift my hands to her face, cupping her cheeks. “I threw a lot at you tonight, didn’t I?”
She nods, trepidation marring her features. “Yeah. But I guess we both did.” She ducks her head. With her lips inches from mine, she seems afraid to kiss me.
I sigh, feeling like the king of assholes. The last thing I want is for her to fear me. I’d rather die. I breathe for this girl. No questions asked, I’d kill for her.
“Kiss me, Ber.” I gather the silky waves of her hair in my hands, my body aching to feel any part of her. “I need you to kiss me, baby.”
“Are you mad at me for what I did?” she whispers, hesitation flashing in those gorgeous yellow orbs. “I’m sorry, Brock. I’m so—”
I don’t let her continue. I can’t bear to hear her apologize for something I wouldn’t crucify her for to begin with. I pull her to my lips, melting them over hers. Goose bumps pop across her milky skin, her little moan increasing the speed of my blood, the thudding of my heart as I slowly lick into her mouth.
The keeper of all things pure, sweet, and whole in my life, the girl’s unaware that she owns my fucking soul. She has from the second she and her love for Twizzlers stumbled into the chaos of my world.
I slide my hands down the curve of her spine and under the swell of her ass, hauling her chest to mine. I deepen the kiss, my greed for her mounting with every unsteady breath she takes. Before I know it, she’s unbuckling my belt and tugging my cock from my jeans. I grin and drag her sweater up over her head, her ebony hair spilling onto her shoulders.
“Wait,” I whisper, the effort nearly killing me.
She stills, uncertainty hopping across her beautiful face.
“I need to look at you.”
And I do.
Most guys would jump right into the fucking. Not me. Not with Amber. The hungry gaze in her unsated eyes, the soft sway of her clipped breathing, and the small tremors of need rolling through her unhinge me, driving me animalistic. The fucking is a blessing I’ll never be worthy of, but it’s the sight of her that does me in, releasing me from reality.
I unclasp her bra, her gorgeous tits falling free with a light bounce. Christ, she’s fucking perfect, and she’s mine. How I got so lucky, I’ll never know. Mouth watering, I take one breast in my hand and draw her nipple between my teeth, lightly biting. Her back bows, her lusty moan filling my ears, causing my cock to pulse, the throb close to painful as I suck harder.
“You wanna fuck me, Ber?” My free hand travels up her back, fisting her hair. I stare at her, my tongue making a second, then third pass over her nipple. “Is that what you want?”
She answers the only way she knows how. On a moan, she sinks down onto my cock, her pussy clenching around me as she bounces up and down like it’s the last time she’ll ever get to. I suck in a quick breath, my balls tightening as she feathers her nails against them. Sweet Jesus. She feels so goddamn good. When we fuck, Amber becomes an extension of me, her essence the missing link to the chains encasing my heart.
I dig my fingers into her luscious hips, attempting to slow her movements. “You keep going like that, this isn’t gonna last too long.”
Ignoring my warning, she slams down harder, her sweet pants music to my ears. “I don’t care. I want to make you feel good, Brock. I need to.”
Hooded eyes glued to mine and licking her lips, she paws at the back of my neck. A gasp falls from her mouth as I jerk my hips up, hitting her deep within her slickened cunt.
Another jerk, another gasp.
Over and over, I fuck into her, our bodies shredding to pieces within seconds. Nothing compares to the way Amber looks when she’s letting go. I’ve known that since the first time I took her. My name the only thing in her mouth, my body the only thing possessing hers, and my eyes the only thing in her line of sight, she’s ravenous, her need to fuck unlike anything I’ve experienced.
I guide her face to mine, sweeping my lips over hers. “Thank you,” I whisper, kissing her soft, slow. “And no, I’m not mad at you, Ber.”
“You’re not?” Shock swamps her tone as she cushions her cheek against my chest.
I bury my nose in her hair, my senses hijacked by the smell of raw sex and her raspberry shampoo. “Well, I was pissed for a hot second, but I’m cool now. We’ll talk more about it when we get up to your room.”
Amber nods, the tension in her muscles dissipating some as I help her get dressed. Once she’s fully clothed, I spark up a joint, take a long hit, and pass it to Amber, who does the same. She smiles, her body fully relaxing. She leans over, hands the joint back to me, and coats my lips in a luscious kiss. For a beat, I stare into her glassy eyes, my gaze roaming her beautiful face. My cock twitches, telling me it wants another go. However, Amber straightens, reaches for her purse, and casts me one last glance before swinging open the door.
By the time we get up to her room, not only am I happy that Madeline crashed at Lee’s place, but my dick is hard as a motherfucker. Still, I know there’s too much shit I have to explain to Amber. Shit I pray I can get her to understand, but I’m not sure it’s gonna happen.
I kick off my shoes, tug my T-shirt over my head, and dump my jeans onto the floor. Falling onto the twin mattress, I crook a finger in Amber’s direction. “Come lie down with me.”