Page 26 of Brick (Chosen Few #5)

N eed buzzed along Brick’s nerve endings as he stared at Natalie’s beautiful body spread out on the couch for him. Her sex was barely covered by the narrow black lace he wanted to tear off her. He kissed along her inner thighs, and the sweet smell of her skin spurred him on.

Her knees trembled on either side of him. “Brick,” she said, breathless. “This isn’t where we left off.”

He brushed his lips over the apex of her thighs, nuzzling the material of her panties. “It’s exactly where I left off.”

She dug her fingernails into his bare shoulders, and the sharpness on his flesh only made him want more. Fuck, he wanted her to scratch the shit out of his back, to shake and wither around his cock. He hooked his pinky into her underwear and moved them aside.

Her folds glistened with her heat and he groaned as he tasted her.

Natalie gasped as his tongue slid over her satiny skin. “Brick,” she moaned.

“Mmm.” He closed his mouth over her hood and flattened his tongue against her nub.

She cried out and bucked. He wrapped his free hand around her thigh, anchoring her to the couch as he devoured her. Her back arched and she trembled. She clutched at him frantically, her moans growing louder as she came on his tongue.

“Oh my god,” she hissed.

Her breath came hard and fast. From his position, he could see her heavy lids, her full mouth slightly turned down with bliss, her flushed cheeks. Her body relaxed in his hold. He pressed a quick kiss to her sex then straightened, tugging her panties off as he stood.

“Come back,” she said with a chuckle, reaching for him.

He grunted. “There’s no way in hell I’m going anywhere.” He freed his belt from his jeans. Natalie stayed exactly where he wanted her. On the couch. Waiting.

One of her tanned legs was bent at the knee, and just a hint of her full, luscious ass peeked out. Her hands rested on the sweatshirt she wore. He planned to free her of every stitch of clothing still on her body.

Her gaze wandered over his abdomen as he fished into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.

He opened the worn brown leather and removed one of the condoms he always kept tucked away.

The idea of wearing one almost made him laugh, considering their son slept right above their damn heads, but until he and Natalie had a serious conversation about where things were headed, he didn’t want to get her pregnant again.

Hell, who was he kidding? Another child running around would be—No, he couldn’t go there. Wouldn’t expose his heart any more than it already was. Not yet anyway.

He shucked off his jeans and boxer briefs. Natalie’s small pink tongue jutted out to wet her lips as she stared at his cock. He brought the condom to his head and stretched it over his shaft.

She rolled into a sitting position and pulled her sweatshirt off. Her bare breasts jiggled as she dropped the shirt to the floor. He climbed onto the couch and she opened her arms and fell back. His mouth came down on hers. He fitted himself snugly between her legs.

Natalie’s hips lifted to meet his. He guided his head to her waiting entry and sunk deep. She let out a raspy cry as he filled her. He stilled, hoping he hadn’t hurt her, but she thrust her hips with urgency.

A primitive sigh came from his throat as he rocked into her. Her slick heat pulled a moan from his chest.

Her mouth found his. He cupped her cheek as her knees pinned his hips. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and darted her tongue between his parted lips, driving him wild. Pleasure thrummed through his thighs, making his dick swell and his brain short-circuit.

A lust-filled cry came from her throat and her hips shifted to allow him deeper entry. “More, Brick.”

“Hell, yeah,” he murmured.

Placing his forehead on hers, he pumped in and out of her sweet pussy. Her insides clamped around him like a damn vise, making every retreat blissfully agonizing.

He stared down at Natalie, her mouth open on a moan, her hair sticking to her cheeks, her eyes half closed with ecstasy. His heart clenched as his mind captured her beauty.

She came undone in his arms, shaking and crying out.

He brought his lips to hers, trapping the sound as his own resolve spiraled out of control.

Every muscle in his body bunched, his senses tingled, and a gravelly groan escaped his chest as he came hard and fast, pounding deep into Natalie’s perfection.

“Holy shit,” she wheezed. Her arms loosened around his neck, but she didn’t pull away.

He kissed her cheek then dropped his head to her shoulder to taste her neck. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

She giggled—a relaxed, happy, fucking sated giggle. And Jesus Christ it warmed his heart. He’d let that sound live rent free in his head as long as he lived.

He lifted his head and stared into her dazzling blue eyes. She was beaming, but he was sure he spotted sadness in her expression. “What?” he asked, smoothing some curls from her temples.

“Nothing. It’s just... I don’t know how I ever lived without this.”

Her wavering smile tugged at his heartstrings. “We can’t look at the past, baby. All we can do is look forward. Nothing will separate us again—I won’t fucking let it.”

She nodded. “Me either. You’re too good to ever let go.”

He gave her a devilish smirk. “The sex was phenomenal between us from the get-go.”

She swatted his shoulder and rolled her eyes but laughed. “I’m going to have a quick shower,” she said.

All he wanted to do was kiss her. And hell, hold her. But he took the hint. He kissed her cheek and stood. Holding out his hand, he steadied her while she got to her feet. “Go ahead and use the shower down here so you don’t wake Bray. I’ll wait here in case he wakes up.”

She bent to scoop up her clothes, and the view of her full, generous ass made his balls tighten. “Goddamn, woman. You bend over like that in front of me again and we’re doing it with you on your knees.”

She straightened. Her cheeks were pink. “Ass.”

“No, but I love yours.” He pinched her rear end and she whisper-shrieked as she streaked to the bathroom.

That damn perfect giggle floated behind her.

***

Natalie’s body hummed with pleasure beneath the warm spray. Her mouth and lady bits were still swollen from Brick’s attention, and her hips already ached, but it was a delicious amount of discomfort.

What she felt most was relief. There was no guarantee Keetan’s wrath would end here, but the fact that the recording had been taken from him sure eased some of her worry. She just prayed Brick was right and she wouldn’t be sentenced to jail time.

God, she couldn’t think about this right now. She had to focus on the good or she’d go crazy. She tied her hair up in a messy bun and quickly washed her body. After drying off, she put her clothes back on and opened the bathroom door.

Brick sat on the couch, phone in hand and, unfortunately, fully dressed. He stood when she approached. A folded blanket and a pillow sat at the end of the couch. “What’s this?” she asked.

“Just getting ready for bed. You’re sleeping with Bray, right?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, but you can’t sleep on the couch. That’d be horribly uncomfortable.”

He chuckled. “It’s better than sleeping in the office upstairs.”

She reached for his hand. His warm palm heated her skin. “Sleep with us.” There’d been no need to think about the suggestion, no hesitation. She’d lived with Keetan for years, for Bray’s entire life, and never had she asked him to sleep with her when Bray slept in the bed instead of his crib.

Not that he would’ve anyway.

She’d done her best to avoid sex with Keetan, hadn’t slept with him in over a year. But there’d been a couple of times after Bray was born that he came to her bed, drunk and demanding, when she was there alone. She’d done what was necessary to survive and hadn’t enjoyed a single moment of it.

This was different. This was natural. Brick was the father of their son. Someone she cared about and respected. Someone who’d move mountains to protect them.

He deserved to be welcomed into their life, and god, she wanted him there more than anything. More than her next breath.

Brick lifted a shoulder with hesitation. “I would, but Bray might be freaked out if he wakes up to find me in bed with you guys.”

She fisted her free hand on her hip. “Nonsense. I won’t take no for an answer. Besides, it’ll be safer to have him between us.”

“Natalie, you don’t have to do this.”

“Brick.” She gave his hand an insistent shake.

“I want you to sleep with us. I think it’s a good thing to show Bray we’re together, for him to have you present in every aspect of his life.

He might not understand what’s happened, but already he trusts you.

He was never himself around Keetan. He wouldn’t have dared to throw his food on the floor or be silly at bedtime when Keetan was around.

” She wet her lips, hating how much those memories stung.

How many things she’d dismissed for the sake of survival. “He needs you .”

Brick’s face tightened, and his eyes sparked with fury. “I should’ve fucking killed him,” he muttered. Then he cupped the back of her head. “I’d be honored to sleep with you guys, babe. I’ll be right up.”

She grinned, rose to her toes, and pecked his lips. “Good answer.”

He chuckled as she sidled by him and made her way to the stairs. Creeping silently into the room, she heard Bray’s soft breath. She smiled as she went to the far side of the bed, where there was less room, and scooted in beside him.

Fatigue weighed down her bones, but her mind still fired with satisfaction. Though she still needed rest, her nap had given her a second wind. She lay there for ten minutes, refusing to give attention to pressing thoughts about Keetan, and then Brick’s footsteps padded up the stairs.

The hall light clicked off and he entered the room. Moonlight shone through the pale curtains, illuminating his form. The covers rustled and the mattress dipped beneath his weight. Bray let out a shuddering sigh. Brick froze. Natalie stifled a laugh imagining his fear of waking their son.

She reached her arm over their sleeping boy’s head and patted Brick’s shoulder, urging him to get comfortable. He shifted a bit more, and moments later she could see the outline of his face on the pillow. “Good night,” she whispered.

He snagged her fingers, which still rested on his shoulder, and kissed her knuckles. “Night,” he murmured.

A deep smile spread over her face. She’d dreamed of this moment for three years—her son safe and content with his father, Brick a part of their family.

Even if it was only hers for tonight, for this moment, she’d thank her lucky stars for giving her this little piece of heaven.