Until We Fly (Beautifully Broken #4)(48)
Author: Courtney Cole

Before I realize it, I’m sobbing, and I’m in a heap on the floor.

I have until midnight tomorrow night with Brand.

I don’t dare defy William.

He’ll ruin everything I have.  He’ll bring my entire world down around me in shreds and tatters, but that’s not what I care about.

All that I care about is…. Brand.

I can’t let him hurt Brand.

I glance at my watch.

Time is ticking.

The shoe has dropped.  

Chapter Twenty-Four

Brand

I stare at Jacey.

“What did you say?”

She swallows her bite of sandwich.  “I said, what are you doing with this girl?”

I roll my eyes.  “Not really your business, now is it?  When it gets to a point that I think I need to tell you about it, you’ll be the first to know.”

“In other words,” she scowls.  “Never.”

I grin.

She takes another bite.  “She’s gorgeous, I’ll give you that. But she doesn’t really seem your type. She’s a bit… tightly wound.”

I shake my head and look out at the lake, remembering how Nora has swam with me out to the buoy. “You think?”

Jacey nods.  “She’s from a snobby family, too. So not your type.”

I finish up my sandwich and take my plate to the sink.  “Jacey, no offense.  But you’ve spent years crying on my shoulder over other men.  You haven’t once listened to me talking about a woman.  You don’t know my type.”

She stops chewing and stares at me.  “Never once?”

I shake my head.  “Never once.  I was always listening to you.”

“God, I was a bitch,” she mutters.  “Should I apologize again?”

I roll my eyes. “Nah.  It won’t help now.  Just know that I know what I’m doing.  And if I want your advice, I’ll ask for it.  And thank you for letting me use your cottage to recuperate.”

She scowls good-naturedly. “Is that what you’re calling it?  Recuperation?  In a cottage alone with a beautiful woman?”

I nod.  “It’s my story.”

“And you’re sticking to it. Got it.”

We banter back and forth for a while, and Jacey chats about life in the UK and I tell her all about what her brother’s been up to in Connecticut.

“This is nice,” she finally says, leaning up to hug me.  “I feel like things are back to where they should be.  Finally.  I’m sorry for f**king it all up in the first place.”

“It’s fine,” I tell her as I hug her back.  “Seriously.”

Before Jacey can pull away, the door opens and Nora steps in.

Of course.  Because Jacey still has her arms wrapped around me.  Perfect.

The look on Nora’s face is chilling.

I step away from Jacey immediately, and reach for Nora.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I greet her.  “Jacey and I were just catching up.”

Nora nods slowly, not smiling.  “I see that.”

Jacey looks from Nora to me.  “Uh.  I need to go in to the Hill and see Maria.  I’ll be back later.  My flight takes off in the morning, so I’ll need to get some sleep.”

Neither Nora or I answer, so Jacey slips away.

I stare at Nora.

“That wasn’t what it looked like.”

“No?” Nora’s eyebrow is arched.

“No.”  I shake my head. “It was just a hug between friends.”

Nora stares at me for a moment, her eyes big and sad.  Then she nods, the clouds clearing from her face.  “Okay.”

“Okay?  Just like that?”

She nods.  “Just like that.  I trust you.  And there’s better ways to spend my time than to be suspicious of you.”

“Babe, we’ve always got time to talk about shit.  If you feel bad about something, you need to tell me. That’s how people sort things out.  Time is cheap.  We can afford it.”

She stares at me sadly and for a minute, I’m bothered.  What the hell is with her?

But then she smiles.

“You’re right.  But I’m fine.  Jacey is an old friend.  It’s fine.”

It’s fine.  Two of the most dangerous words in the female vocabulary, I’m sure.  But I have no other choice than to accept it.  So I nod.

“Good.  Now… we have the cottage to ourselves again for the evening.  How would you like to spend that time?”

Nora smiles, a slow smile that finally reaches her eyes, then she reaches for me.

“I’ve got some ideas.”

***

Nora

I’ve got to soak him up. Every bit of him, as much as I can.  I’ve got so little time to absorb him, to remember him, to take his goodness and make it mine.

He runs his hands over my hips, and I lift them, granting him access to the most sensitive part of me.  When he does, I forget how William’s fingernails bit into me earlier.  Brand eclipses it, erases it, eradicates it.

I twist the sheets in my hand, moaning his name as he strokes me.

Make me good, Brand.

He kisses my neck, my lips, my cheeks, before he rests his forehead against mine and as he stares into my eyes, he enters my body, slowly, smoothly, deeply.

With purpose.

I suck in my breath and then breathe with him, in slow pants as he slides in and out, over and over.

“I want to see you,” he rasps against my neck.  And then he pulls out, and flips me on top of him, his hands grasping my br**sts, kneading the sensitive flesh.

“That’s better,” he sighs. Sliding his hands along my hips, he worships them.  Then he spends his attention on my br**sts and leaning up, he suckles them, laving them with his tongue, rolling my ni**les between his teeth.  All the while, I’m rocking on his hardness, sliding him in and out, enjoying the wet warmth, the hardened rigidity.

Fill me up, Brand.

He slides in and out, fast then faster and finally, I throw my head back and arch on top of him, shattered from the orgasm.  I shake and shake with it, my muscles contracting around him.

He smiles.

“My turn.”

He begins moving inside of me again, but then pulls out, and flips me over one more time, this time, I’m face-down on the bed as he f**ks me from behind.   He pulls me up toward him with his hands and then reaches around and strokes me while he f**ks me.