Kiss that pretty,
swollen mouth, lick her lips and then jerk her against him…
Mine —
Just staring at her made him think that. Mine .
“The code is 5615.”
Brogan closed a hand into a fist. His knuckles screamed in
protest—he’d already hit the window more than a few times but he didn’t care.
He’d go in there…
“You come in here, though, you play by her rules.”
Through the tangle of her hair, Lacey stared at him.
And she whispered, “My rules.”
Chapter Six
Lacey stared in shock, dazed delight, in fear as Lou told
Brogan the code.
“My rules.”
He won’t… He’ll come in and start a fight, or he’ll
leave—
But he came in. Came to her.
Went to his knees in front of her.
Lacey swore, her fingers trembling as he cupped her face in
his hands. “Your rules,” he muttered. “What are they?”
“You’re willing to play by my rules now?”
He slanted his mouth over her lips and kissed her—it was a
punishing kiss, the kind of kiss she’d seen him give Grace, the kind of kiss
he’d never bothered to give to her. She was too soft, too fun, too innocent…
She was all but dying with the pleasure as he kissed her.
“What are your rules?” he asked again.
She swayed under the rhythm of Lou’s thrusts, rhythmic and
deep, her body burning, her heart aching…pounding. Something swelled inside
her. Hunger, so wild and raw and fierce… Lifting up, she braced her back
against Lou’s body and reached for Brogan.
With eyes that practically burned, Brogan came to her and
she was pressed between them. “Do I get what I want?” she demanded, averting
her face when he would have kissed her.
“Tell me what it is,” he snarled, capturing her face by the
chin and jerking her back to face him. As his mouth crushed to hers, he said it
again. “Tell me what you want.”
But when he went to draw her against him, she shoved him
back. Brogan obliged, moving back a few steps, and she continued to watch him,
her breath coming in rapid pants as she said, “Everything you can give me.”
Brogan started to reach for her but she shook her head. “No.
Not yet. We’re playing this my way.”
She’d waited for this for too long to rush through it.
Her mind spun in dizzying circles as Lou settled on the
mattress with her, Brogan still watching in taut, tense silence.
Lou hadn’t said much of anything over the past few minutes
and she knew why.
He’d set this up for her and now he was letting her call the
shots.
Considering how long she’d waited to get Brogan to realize
she wasn’t made for sunshine and rainbows and slow, sweet sex, it was bizarre
how nervous she was. The way he watched her wasn’t helping. Lou settled his
hands on her shoulders and leaned in, stroking his hands down her arms, his
thighs, bracketing hers as they sat on the edge of the bed. She could feel the
heated pulse of his cock against her back, and her pussy clenched in response.
Licking her lips, she tried to lose herself to the moment,
to the rush of sex and sensation that she’d known only minutes ago, before
Brogan had arrived, but the bliss was gone. Her hands clenched into fists, the
nerves trying to drown out everything else.
Lou leaned in, nuzzled her neck. The five o’clock shadow on
his face scraped against her sensitive skin and she shivered. He rubbed his
cheek against hers and then stroked his palms down the sides of her corset,
eased her upright. His fingers brushed against her corset and he murmured, “You
want to take this off?”
Her hands shook as she started to untie the laces, painfully
aware of the fact that Brogan still watched. She shot him a look from under her
lashes, and that alone sent a jolt of pleasure—and apprehension—hurtling
through her.
The nerves would swallow her whole.
Lou placed his hands on her thighs, his thumbs stroking over
her skin, and then stroked up and back, nudging her hands aside as he took over
dealing with the corset.
“How bad do you
swollen mouth, lick her lips and then jerk her against him…
Mine —
Just staring at her made him think that. Mine .
“The code is 5615.”
Brogan closed a hand into a fist. His knuckles screamed in
protest—he’d already hit the window more than a few times but he didn’t care.
He’d go in there…
“You come in here, though, you play by her rules.”
Through the tangle of her hair, Lacey stared at him.
And she whispered, “My rules.”
Chapter Six
Lacey stared in shock, dazed delight, in fear as Lou told
Brogan the code.
“My rules.”
He won’t… He’ll come in and start a fight, or he’ll
leave—
But he came in. Came to her.
Went to his knees in front of her.
Lacey swore, her fingers trembling as he cupped her face in
his hands. “Your rules,” he muttered. “What are they?”
“You’re willing to play by my rules now?”
He slanted his mouth over her lips and kissed her—it was a
punishing kiss, the kind of kiss she’d seen him give Grace, the kind of kiss
he’d never bothered to give to her. She was too soft, too fun, too innocent…
She was all but dying with the pleasure as he kissed her.
“What are your rules?” he asked again.
She swayed under the rhythm of Lou’s thrusts, rhythmic and
deep, her body burning, her heart aching…pounding. Something swelled inside
her. Hunger, so wild and raw and fierce… Lifting up, she braced her back
against Lou’s body and reached for Brogan.
With eyes that practically burned, Brogan came to her and
she was pressed between them. “Do I get what I want?” she demanded, averting
her face when he would have kissed her.
“Tell me what it is,” he snarled, capturing her face by the
chin and jerking her back to face him. As his mouth crushed to hers, he said it
again. “Tell me what you want.”
But when he went to draw her against him, she shoved him
back. Brogan obliged, moving back a few steps, and she continued to watch him,
her breath coming in rapid pants as she said, “Everything you can give me.”
Brogan started to reach for her but she shook her head. “No.
Not yet. We’re playing this my way.”
She’d waited for this for too long to rush through it.
Her mind spun in dizzying circles as Lou settled on the
mattress with her, Brogan still watching in taut, tense silence.
Lou hadn’t said much of anything over the past few minutes
and she knew why.
He’d set this up for her and now he was letting her call the
shots.
Considering how long she’d waited to get Brogan to realize
she wasn’t made for sunshine and rainbows and slow, sweet sex, it was bizarre
how nervous she was. The way he watched her wasn’t helping. Lou settled his
hands on her shoulders and leaned in, stroking his hands down her arms, his
thighs, bracketing hers as they sat on the edge of the bed. She could feel the
heated pulse of his cock against her back, and her pussy clenched in response.
Licking her lips, she tried to lose herself to the moment,
to the rush of sex and sensation that she’d known only minutes ago, before
Brogan had arrived, but the bliss was gone. Her hands clenched into fists, the
nerves trying to drown out everything else.
Lou leaned in, nuzzled her neck. The five o’clock shadow on
his face scraped against her sensitive skin and she shivered. He rubbed his
cheek against hers and then stroked his palms down the sides of her corset,
eased her upright. His fingers brushed against her corset and he murmured, “You
want to take this off?”
Her hands shook as she started to untie the laces, painfully
aware of the fact that Brogan still watched. She shot him a look from under her
lashes, and that alone sent a jolt of pleasure—and apprehension—hurtling
through her.
The nerves would swallow her whole.
Lou placed his hands on her thighs, his thumbs stroking over
her skin, and then stroked up and back, nudging her hands aside as he took over
dealing with the corset.
“How bad do you
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