Page 22 of Sinful Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #9)

Chapter Twenty-One

Daisy

T he minute we step into Brody’s house, I feel like I’ve time traveled back to the seventies.

“I know it’s a bit dated,” he admits.

I spin in a circle. “I love it!” I say, clapping my hands.

He watches me as I move around the room, touching all of his things. I stop in front of an old console record player. “Does it work?”

Brody laughs. “Yeah.” He leans behind it to plug it in. “My grandmother raised me. I haven’t changed much since she died. I mean, I’m just happy to have a roof over my head.”

Again, my mind drifts to the woman on the beach and the words she said to me before meeting Brody : It means an angel is near.

Every day I find something new that I love about him.

I flip through the record albums he has in a basket. “This is so cool, Brody. I love that you’ve kept all these.”

He laughs. “You’re really going to hit it off with my friend JD. He has a bunch of old albums too. He likes to sit and drink beer for hours listening to them.”

I hand him one, and he places it on the record player for me. It starts to play as I move over to the couch, running my hand against the crocheted blanket draped over the back of it. “Did your grandmother make this?”

“Naw, that’s actually new. Elizabeth made it for me.”

“And Elizabeth is JD’s wife?” I ask. I’m trying to remember everyone’s names before I meet them.

“Yep. See, you’re getting it.”

I laugh, happy to be here with Brody. His space is comfy.

“I’m going to go clean out the fridge while you make yourself at home. I hadn’t planned on being gone for so long. I’m sure everything has expired. We’ll order takeout tonight, and then we’ll go get groceries tomorrow morning before we head to the baby shower.”

With the call to my parents still fresh in my mind, I decide to send them my location. They didn’t mention anything about Henry, so I suppose it would be okay. I’ve put them through enough torment. I also send it to my roommate’s phone, so she can send me the stuff I left behind in Paris.

Brody comes out of the kitchen a few minutes later. “That’s a nightmare I’ll face tomorrow. I’ll grab some takeout after I run to the store for a baby shower gift. Do you want to ride along?”

“Sure.”

As we’re shopping, I realize how nice this is. It reminds me of the week we spent together when we first met.

We’re walking hand in hand through the store when Brody stops dead in his tracks. “Oh my god. It’s a sign.”

He picks up a bag full of colorful resin frogs.

I laugh. “Why would anyone need a hundred little frogs?”

He doesn’t answer, but the look on his face tells me he has an idea.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking we break into my momma’s house tomorrow while everyone’s at the baby shower and hide these little fuckers everywhere.” He tosses all of them into the cart.

“Brody, there’s ten bags. That’s a thousand frogs.”

He kisses me on my forehead. “Beautiful and smart.”

“Brody.”

“You can be my partner in crime,” he sing-songs. “Come on. It will be fun. She’ll love it.”

“Sure she will.”

He laughs, but then he turns serious. “I want to make whatever time she has left fun.”

I wrap my arms around his waist and look up at him. “You’re the sweetest. Do you know that?”

When we get home, it feels like I’ve walked through the door a million times before. We eat, and then he cleans out half of his closet and one of the dressers for me.

I sit on the bed with the little stuffed dog Lexie gave me on my lap. “Are you sure this is what you want? I feel like I’m invading your space.”

“My space has been begging to be invaded.”

“It’s strange, you know, how quickly life can change.”

He pushes his fists into the mattress on each side of me, lowering himself to gaze into my eyes. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been, Daisy.”

“Me too.”

He takes Toto and sets him on the dresser facing away from us. “I don’t want him to see the despicable things I’m about to do to you.”

I giggle as he pulls his shirt over his head.

His domineering side takes over, and the sinful look he gives me makes my toes curl. “Clothes off,” he orders.

Instantly, I obey. Honestly, I was worried that once we left the cabin the spiciness would lessen, but I see that’s not the case.

“I want to see you naked and spread eagle across my,” he pauses, correcting himself, “our bed.”

I crawl to the middle and lie back.

“Spread ‘em,” he reminds me.

He undresses himself slowly as I stare at the ceiling anxiously awaiting his touch. When several minutes pass and it doesn’t come, I lower my eyes. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, admiring me.

When his gaze finally meets mine, he doesn’t try to hide his adoration. He walks around the bed, trailing his fingertips over my skin. My breathing picks up.

“I can hardly believe you’re here. Do you know I jacked off every night in this bed, thinking of you while you were away?”

The thought makes me shiver from head to toe.

He taps his fingers over his mouth, and I about come undone. “I’ve got an idea. I’ll be right back.”

This man loves to torture me with the wait. It’s taught me a lot of patience. I’ve learned if I complain, he’ll draw it out even longer.

When he returns, he places a long mirror at the foot of the bed. “Stand up.”

He tosses all of the pillows to the head of the bed and climbs on, leaning back against them. He holds his hand out, helping me on with him.

“Face the mirror on your hands and knees over me.”

He rubs between my legs, and I rock back on his hand. He works me to a frenzy and then removes his touch. “Stay on your knees but lie back against my chest.”

He positions me so his cock is resting against me. Brody grabs my hands and lifts my arms, wrapping them behind his neck. “Look at us,” he whispers, our cheeks pressed together. “We’re so fucking hot.”

I stare at the mirror, watching as he rolls a condom on and then slaps his cock over my pussy. His other hand wraps around my throat. All I can do is groan, because fuck, he’s right, we do look sexy.

“I’m going to stuff you full and make you watch your pretty little cunt take every fucking inch.”

The way in which he has me bent back against him leaves me little room to move.

“Keep your hands behind my head. Tap me twice if you need to.”

My heart picks up, because I know what we’re about to do.

He places the tip of his cock at my entrance and slowly pushes in.

I’m so fucking horny right now. I fight off my orgasm, knowing how much he likes me to wait to come on his command.

“Look at that,” he groans in my ear, his fingers squeezing tighter and tighter around my neck with each inch I take. His breath is steady against my back as he slowly takes mine away.

Brody spreads me open with his free hand. “So pretty,” he whispers, his gaze fixed on us in the mirror. He taps one finger over my clit, and I almost explode. “Don’t come yet. You’ve got a lot more to take, don’t you?”

I nod as far as I can as he releases his grip, giving me a little more oxygen. I’m panting loudly, struggling to control my excitement.

His finger begins to rub circles as he shoves in as far as he can go. He pauses, holding perfectly still. I’m trembling in his embrace, completely at his mercy. It feels so fucking good.

His middle finger slides lower and begins to trace where we are joined.

“Oh god,” I say on a moan, trying to rock myself on his cock, but I can barely move. When the tip of his finger begins to slide into me, I begin to protest. “Too much,” I grunt.

“Never. I told you I was going to stuff you full; did you think that meant with only my dick?”

“Isn’t that enough?” I say, releasing a breath.

He slips it in a tiny bit, and my entire body begins to shake.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he says, his fingers tightening over my throat again.

His eyes lock on mine in the reflection as he continues to slide his finger in right alongside his monster fucking cock.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I chant, feeling the burn.

Brody begins to grind the palm of his hand over me as he pumps his finger in and out. My eyes flutter closed.

Okay, that’s better.

“One more,” he says quietly, making me whimper.

Somehow he manages to fit two, and then he begins to rock his hips slowly. “Such a good good girl,” he praises. He increases the rhythm and the pressure of his hand.

“I’m going to come,” I rush out.

“Not yet,” he encourages, his rhythm becoming more and more intense. His fingers slowly begin to tighten around my neck.

I rest my head against his chest and surrender to him.

Faster, harder, tighter.

My eyes begin to flutter closed as he cuts off my oxygen while fucking me with precision. It’s so good. So good, so good. If I died right now, I’d be okay with that.

Just as I’m beginning to see stars, he places his mouth by my ear and shoves into me as far as my body allows. “Come.”

My orgasm comes fast, but it doesn’t crest. It continues to climb, and he releases my throat. I gasp for air, coming so hard I slip into a place I’ve never been before. It’s dark and peaceful, like floating on still water.

I feel him come as he holds me against his body. “Fuck!” he roars. It sounds far away yet close.

Oh my god, I can’t move. My arms and legs are like Jello.

He holds me quietly for several minutes, keeping his mouth pressed against my temple. It’s nice. So nice.

Eventually, I feel him lifting me off of him and setting me onto the cool sheets. I’m stuck in that wonderful place between being awake and sleeping. It’s delightful.

I feel a warm washcloth between my legs and then the covers being pulled over me. He slides into the bed, turning me on my side and spooning me. It’s my favorite position to sleep.

“You doing okay, baby?” he asks.

“Great,” I say, smiling while my eyes remain closed.

He chuckles and squeezes me tight. “I love you, Daisy.”

“Love you too,” I manage to whisper before drifting to sleep.