Page 40 of Brick (Chosen Few #5)

Need rushed through him. Her tongue slipped between his teeth, wet and slick. He groaned and cupped her ass.

She broke contact, her breath hot on his face. Then she slipped down to the floor. Her hands went for his belt before expertly unsnapping his jeans and freeing his cock from the confinement of his boxer briefs. His flesh sprang forth, and she circled her hand around his base.

As he stared at her knelt before him, her hair tumbling around her shoulders and her blue eyes so big and beautiful, his heart skipped a beat.

The feel of her slim fingers holding him almost made him come right there.

“Babe,” he drawled, needing her on top of him but not having the willpower to slow her down.

She tightened her fingers on his shaft and closed her lips around him. The feel of her mouth made him drop his head back against the couch with a groan. Her slick tongue flicked over his flesh, circling his knob.

His vision flickered. Pleasure arced through him. He glanced down again to see her pretty, hollowed-out cheeks. She watched him, her eyes so damn sexy and feminine. He couldn’t wait another minute.

He snagged her wrist, stopping her. “I need you, Natalie,” he breathed. “Come on top of me.”

She stood, swung her hair behind her shoulder, and tugged down her pants. When she wore only her panties, she edged closer. His hand went to her hip to cup her delicious flesh.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her belly, then reached around and stroked her perfectly shaped ass. Her fingers went to the back of his head, and she dragged them over his short strands, sending gooseflesh over his skin.

He wedged his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. The pretty white lace fell to the floor, and her body glistened in the light. “Mmm, that’s better.” He hooked his good arm around the small of her back.

She giggled and slid her knees on either side of his hips.

The wetness of her sex over his dick made his head reel.

He should take it easy with her. She’d been through the ringer, and he wasn’t in much better shape.

But hell. The need to be close to her, to hold her, make her feel good, was too strong.

“You sure you’re up for this?”

She nipped his ear. “Oh, I’m ready,” she murmured.

He eased his head into her opening. Simultaneously, she sank deep, wrapping him in her warm softness.

He exhaled. Her hands wiggled under his shirt, pushing up the material.

It took both of their good arms to free him, and had he not been so goddamn aroused, he’d have laughed at how ridiculous they probably looked.

He didn’t care about that, though. Not when Natalie’s pussy gripped him. She gyrated on his dick, lifting and dropping her hips in an age-old rhythm.

He held her to his bare chest, loving the sensation of her satiny skin on his much rougher one. Her pace picked up, and he brought his hands to her moving ass cheeks, hanging on the cusp of oblivion.

“You feel so good,” she hissed. Her voice was strained and haggard, as if she were on the edge too.

Pressing her body tighter against his, he took the reins, pulsing in and out of her. The pressure of his hand against her lower back ensured that her clit rubbed the base of his cock.

Her sharp cries turned needy as she bucked against his hold, but he held her firm so he could take her to the next level.

She went limp, burrowing into his neck. “Brick,” she cried. “Oh, god, Brick.”

He continued rocking into her and she came apart in his arms. Her insides pulsed around him, and her orgasm soaked his cock. His head spun and he came. Fast and hard. He pumped beneath her.

Finally, his muscles relaxed. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “You’re incredible.” He kissed her cheek. “Perfect,” he continued. “Sensational—”

She chuckled and wiggled on his lap.

He groaned. “Baby, don’t do that unless you’re ready to go again.”

“Don’t tease me.”

The comment elicited a growl that didn’t even sound like him. “I want nothing more than to make love to you for hours, but we both need rest.”

“Agreed,” she said with a sigh. But instead of moving off his lap, she rested her cheek against his shoulder.

He held her close, dragging his palm over her scalp and down the length of her hair.

“I’m so happy, Brick. I really am.”

He kissed her forehead. “Me too, honey. Me, too.” His hand stilled on her arm. “There’s just one problem.”

She stiffened. “What’s that?”

“Bray Slater... Slater? I mean, I’m honored you gave him my last name as his middle, but if it ends up being his last name too, that’s not going to sound so good.”

She tilted her face up to Brick. “I would love for him to have your name. That means a lot.”

He kissed her forehead. “I hope you like the name too—because Natalie Slater has a nice ring to it.”

She stared. “Y-You want me to take your name?”

He laughed. “Baby, I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

She gasped and wrapped her arm around his neck. “Oh my gosh. Yes! Yes, of course.”

His arm clamped against her bare back, and he pressed his lips to her hair. “Good. I hope you know how important you both are to me.”

She kissed his bristly cheek, then his firm lips. “Thank you, Brick. For being everything we ever wanted and needed... and more.”

They still had a lot to figure out and work at. But that was part of life. His new life. And he’d love and cherish every minute with the woman and son of his dreams.