Impulsively (Dante’s Nine MC #3)(38)
Author: Colleen Masters

I close my eyes as I feel his fingers brush against my sex. He brings his hand to the small of my back, sliding it beneath my minuscule thong. I gasp as I feel his fingers against my ass—brushing past that tight, muscular circle that no man has ever come near.

“Ever felt anyone here, Red?” he growls, tracing slow circles around the rim of my ass.

“No. Never,” I breathe, amazed at how good it feels.

“Do you want to?” he asks, his voice rasping.

“I want to feel you,” I tell him. I bend at the waist, propping myself up on the arm of the couch. “I want to feel you everywhere, babe.”

“Then you will,” he says, applying just a bit more pressure. The very tip of his finger enters me, so slowly. A low, guttural groan escapes my throat as I imagine taking the full enormity of him there. “But not tonight.”

“Oh my god,” I moan, as his fingers find their way to my slick slit. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Brooks.”

“There are worse ways to go, right?” he says, sliding two thick fingers inside me from behind. I whimper at the illicit sensation, arch my back as his fingertips glance against my clit.

“Take me, Brooks,” I plead, looking up at his blazing green eyes.

“Oh, I plan to,” he says, his voice husky with lust.

I cry out in surprise as I feel my feet lift off the ground. The ceiling swims up to meet me as Brooks hoists me over his shoulder once more, and carries me across the room to my little bed. I should be used to this by now, getting thrown around in the best of ways. But it just never gets old. He lets me roll onto my narrow bed. I sprawl out on my back, slipping out of my thong as Brooks tears off his cut and tee shirt. His ink stands out in sharp relief, scrawling across his every cut muscle. He tugs down his jeans, unleashing his throbbing member. My eyes land on that pulsating length. I’m mesmerized by it as I lift my tank top over my head and let my legs fall wide open.

“God, I love how you spread yourself for me…” Brooks growls, stepping out of his jeans. His cock stands straight out toward me, hard and thick.

“What can I say,” I smile, as he sinks to his knees, towering above me, “You make me crazy. You make me want to do everything…anything.”

I wrap my fingers around his cock, working up and down the length of him. He groans as I tighten my grip, struggling to take all of him in my slender hands. I scramble onto my knees, looking up at him with a wicked grin. A sudden hunger overtakes me, and I know only one thing with satisfy it. I lower my lips to the tip of Brooks’ pulsing dick, and let my tongue flick against the round, smooth bulb of its head.

“Christ, Red,” he moans, arching his back, “you know just how to work me.”

“Do I?” I breathe, rubbing along his shaft. “I love that. I love making you feel good.”

I let the tip of my tongue glance against the very base of his cock, licking all the way up to the tip. I part my lips, taking his swollen head into my mouth. My tongue dances against him as my fingers pump along his length. I can feel him growing harder in my mouth, and I ease him into me bit by bit. I can feel him at the back of my throat, and I only want more. He bucks his hips as I suck him, filling my mouth with the taste of him. I let my fingertips brush against his balls, and hear him suck in a huge breath above me.

I’ve got him right at the edge, I know it. Just as I’m about to finish him off, he pulls away. I open my mouth to beg for another taste, but cry out instead as Brooks grabs me by the hips and flips me onto my stomach. I look over my shoulder as him as he runs his hands over the swell of my ass. Lifting myself onto my hands and knees, I moan as I feel his cock poised against my wet, eager sex.

“Holy shit,” I cry, as Brooks pushes his cock deep inside of me, “I can feel every inch of you, Brooks…”

He rears back and thrusts again, his thick length slicing me in two. I swear, it feels like he’s about to burst right through me. I press back into him at every pass, driving him further and further into my body. I want to take as much of him as I can, feel him at my very core. He goes so deep when he fucks me from behind. It’s almost too much for me to handle. But just as I feel myself coming up against my edge, pleasure overtakes him instead. I’m screaming out as he fucks me, unable to contain myself. His grip tightens on my rocking hips, and I know he’s about to lose it for good.

“I’m there,” he growls.

“Go on,” I gasp, “I want you to—”

But my words elide into a wild moan as he reaches a hand between my legs. I feel his expert fingers fall firmly against my aching clit, circling it as his member pounds into me. Almost at once, I come under his touch. The blissful tremor that runs through my body sets him off, too. A chain reaction of ecstasy. He gushes into me, filling me up as our moans of pleasure echo off the walls of my apartment. We fall forward onto the bed together, panting and spent. He pulls me against him on the narrow bed, and I curl into his muscular body. After a time, our breath begins to even out, and exhaustion creeps over my tingling form.

“So,” he says, his voice low and deep, “what is it you wanted to talk about?”

“You know what?” I sigh, laying my cheek against his chest, “you’re right. It can wait until morning.”

Chapter Sixteen

My eyes snap open in the pitch darkness, darting around the black abyss. I’m wide-awake at once as my pulse skyrockets. Goosebumps spring up all across my body, and my every sense sharpens to a fine point.

There’s somebody outside. Lurking just beyond the walls of the apartment.

I listen to the slow, scraping footsteps that drag past the flimsy front door. There’s no mistaking that sound. I’m out of bed like a shot, throwing on Brooks’ tee shirt and a pair of shorts as I pad across the room. My brief burst of terror gives way to purposeful action. I’ve been trained to handle these situations, after all. I locate my purse in the darkness, extracting my gun without making a sound. As soon as that cold steel is in my hand, I feel ready for anything.

“Keira?” I hear Brooks mumble from bed. I whip my head toward the sound, wishing I hadn’t woken him.

“Everything’s fine, I’m just not that tired,” I whisper, “Go back to sleep.”

“Like hell,” he says, sitting up in bed, “why are you whispering? What’s—?”

A shuffling sound outside answers for me. In the shadows, I watch Brooks’ features harden into stone. He’s beside me in a heartbeat, placing himself between me and the front door. Of course, I realize, he served in the Navy. He’s been trained for this too. I switch off the safety on my handgun, and a sharp click rings out through the room. Brooks looks around sharply, his eyes widening in the darkness as he sees the weapon in my hands.