AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Uh, yeah. Sure. Good luck on your exam.” I gave her a smile, and she thanked me before turning around and leaving. I watched her go for a few seconds, wondering if this would be considered closure.
I wouldn’t say I was at peace with what happened that night, but I think I was more okay with it now than I was before. Maybe because I’d moved on from Zak and got myself a new man.
Heaving a breath, I turned and walked into the stairwell. My feet took me down, and then out into the bright light of day. My spirits were high. I actually smiled to myself as I walked to my car. It wasn’t that little talk with Amelia that made me smile—maybe it was part of it, but not the whole of it.
It was everything. Everything in my life was good right now. I’d never had that. It was such a bizarre feeling, being so happy, and deep inside, I was a little afraid something would come and steal my happiness away.
I didn’t go home. No, I went to Brett’s place. It was about the same drive from campus, and when I pulled into the gravel driveway, I parked right behind his old car. A beater, one that had definitely seen better days, but he was learning to work on it when he wasn’t renovating. Nothing to write home about, but it was a good start for a man who was wanted by the law.
That fake ID he had made? It looked just like the real thing. Put it side by side with mine, and you’d never be able to tell the difference.
Walking inside the house, I found Brett in the process of hanging an upper cabinet in the kitchen. He’d completely gutted the place, at least the front of the house. He broke down the wall in between the kitchen and the living room, along with the knee-high wall that had separated the kitchen from the dining space. When you walked in the front door, you were smack dab in the middle of the living room and the newly expanded kitchen area.
I’d be the first to admit Brett had an eye for certain things. I wouldn’t have pegged him as an interior designer, but when he showed me sketches and told me his ideas, well, needless to say I was proven wrong. The man had many talents, more of which I was discovering every day.
Brett glanced over his shoulder at me before finishing up with his drill. He had to go out and buy a few necessities when it came to tools; couldn’t renovate things without the basics. Once the cabinet was secured to the wall, he set his drill on the floor and came to greet me, sweeping me up in his arms and twirling me around.
He kissed me once before putting me down and asking, “How was your last test?”
“Good,” I spoke with a smile.
“Glad it’s over?” An easy grin formed on his face. Another thing that had changed was Brett’s smiles. In the beginning, they’d been so cold, never reaching his eyes. The smile of a predator, a fake, a man who was handsome enough to slide on by through life without really trying.
Now? I was glad to report his smiles reached his eyes, crinkling the skin around them. And they were so warm—at least when they were directed at me. When he was smiling at other people? Eh, he still had to work on it.
“Yes,” I said. Glancing at the kitchen, I asked, “Cabinets are going in?”
“Yep, and once they’re in, the marble countertops are coming. Once it’s done, you won’t recognize the place.”
I could believe that.
“But,” Brett said, making a big show about cracking his neck and his fingers, “I think it’s time for a little break.” Before I could say a word, he bent over and picked me up, literally throwing me over his shoulder.
Yes, the man threw me like a rag doll over his shoulder, and then he walked down the hallway to his bedroom—and I used that term loosely. He dropped me onto the mattress on the floor and pounced on me, his tall frame pinning mine down effortlessly.
I giggled as he took both wrists in his hands and pinned them over my head. “You’re at my mercy now,” he growled out, a half smirk on his handsome face. His blue eyes glimmered with hunger and the faintest hint of mischievousness.
“What are you going to do with me now that you have me?” I asked, licking my bottom lip in anticipation. Whatever he had in mind, I’d agree to. Hell, the man made it impossible to want to fight him.
When it came to Brett Banks, there was no fighting. Only giving in.
“I have a few things in mind,” he murmured, his mouth crashing down upon mine and claiming it for himself. His teeth nibbled the same lip my tongue had run over, drawing out a moan from me. “For all of which, you will need to be naked.”
Getting off my clothes as quickly as humanly possible had become an Olympic sport for Brett. He was a master at slipping off my shirt now, and my pants never gave him trouble. Any button that stood in his way was toast.
Within a minute, I was beneath him, totally and completely nude, whereas the man himself was still fully clothed. Brett didn’t seem to mind, because his mouth went to my chest. He sucked in a nipple, rolling his tongue over it, pebbling the poor thing instantly as my other tit met with his hand.
I closed my eyes and moaned, unable to keep it in. Now that we had our own private place, I could be as loud as I wanted. No hushed embraces necessary.
I hung out here more than at my house now. He needed more furniture, but he said he was waiting until the house was flipped before he got anything. All he had in his bedroom was a TV hanging on the wall and a mattress on the floor. But, I guess it was all we really needed. Enough to be together, with a TV to watch when we didn’t want to get up.
Brett’s mouth moved to the other nipple, showing it the same amount of attention as the first. His hand slipped down my body, curving along my inner thighs, stopping only when his fingers dipped along my slick lips. He toyed with my clit, rubbing the nub like he was the master of my body.
And he was. After being with Brett, I could totally understand why people got addicted to sex. It really could feel so damned good.
My clit swelled with the attention, and every flick of his fingers nearly sent me over the edge. His face had moved to the crook of my neck, and he showered attention to one of the most sensitive parts of my body, never letting up the pace on my clit.
It didn’t take long. How could it, when he played my body so well? Every nerve, every single muscle in my body came alive when he was near, and this time was no different.
