Page 47 of Under the Lights (The Big Boys of BRU #2)

When I slipped under the covers, I stayed on my side with my legs tucked and my back to him. I heard the rustle of fabric behind me as he stretched out beside me, not touching me. Not pushing. Just there .

He didn’t ask if he could stay.

And I didn’t kick him out.

We were both quiet for a while, the soft buzz of the streetlight outside filtering through the blinds. My fingers curled under the edge of the blanket. I felt the mattress shift slightly as he turned toward me.

“Didn’t think I’d get this far,” he said, voice low.

“You wore me down,” I murmured, not facing him. “Like water torture.”

A breath of laughter. “Romantic.”

I let the silence stretch for a bit. It was the soft kind—not awkward or tense. Just… full.

Then, without giving myself the chance to overthink it, I shifted. Turned toward him under the covers. Inch by inch, I moved closer until my forehead barely grazed his shoulder.

He went still. Not in a bad way, just caught off guard.

“Don’t make it a thing,” I muttered into his chest. “It’s cold.”

I felt him smile against the top of my head. Smug bastard. But he didn’t say anything.

His tattooed arm moved slowly, like he was giving me time to pull away, until it settled around my waist — heavy and warm and right. And just like that, my stomach flipped.

Butterflies. Full-on wingspan chaos. The kind I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time.

I pressed my face closer into his chest. Still not a thing.

But God, I never wanted to move. Letting him in didn’t feel like surrender.

It felt like relief.

I stayed curled against his chest for a moment, taking in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the way his hand traced slow circles down my back.

“I wasn’t always like this,” I blurted out.

The words slipped out before I could stop them. I hadn’t meant to speak — but once I did, I couldn’t seem to stop. Dom didn’t speak, he just kept his arms around me, waiting.

“I used to be…” I huffed out a humorless laugh. “Fuck, I don’t even know. Softer, maybe. Hopeful. I believed in people.”

He didn’t push. Just listened. And somehow, that made it worse.

“I worked my ass off to get into UCLA,” I said, my voice quieter and more brittle now. “Like obsessively hard. I had the merch, the vision board, quotes taped to my mirror. I even wore this one sweatshirt so much the colors faded.”

Dom’s hand paused, then resumed its slow movement.

“I got in. When I opened that letter, I cried. And for five whole minutes, I thought maybe things were finally working out for me. In my head, I was already wearing that jersey. I ran into the kitchen like a fucking idiot , thinking they’d be just as excited as I was.”

My throat burned.

“My parents didn’t even remember that it was the school I’d obsessed over for years. And then they told me… they’d spent my college fund. Used it to fix the roof. Take out some business loan. They didn’t think I’d get in, so why bother saving? They didn’t believe in me.”

Silence settled between us like a weighted blanket.

“They never once came to a game. Didn’t know what position I played, let alone what it meant to me.

I remember thinking, there goes everything I bled for.

All those early mornings, the torn-up knees, the damn tournaments in the middle of nowhere.

Gone. That was the day something in me cracked,” I whispered.

“Like a switch flipped. No more depending on anyone. No more hoping people would show up for me. I’d figure out how to do it all myself — or not do it at all. ”

Dom let out a slow breath. Not pitying. Just… understanding.

I pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes. “So yeah. That’s why I don’t trust easily. Why I don’t let people get close. You either end up used or disappointed. Or both.”

He studied me with that unreadable expression of his — the one he got when he was cataloguing things he knew better than to say out loud.

“You don’t have to be alone in it anymore,” he said, his voice rough with certainty. “I’m not them, Sierra.”

A breath caught in my throat. “I know,” I said softly. “That’s what scares the shit out of me.”

Dom leaned in, resting his forehead against mine. “Then let it scare you. I’m still not going anywhere.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. So I stayed quiet, sinking into the safety of him — of this moment — and let the fear settle beside the comfort. I must’ve fallen asleep like that, held together by something that felt dangerously close to peace.

When I rolled over in the middle of the night, half-asleep, my leg found his, and I let it stay.

His hand drifted over mine while he slept, and, for once, I didn’t pull away. That quiet warmth was louder than anything else.

***

“Knew you needed this.”

My eyes were trying to open, but my mind insisted on dragging me back into sleep, knowing it was way too early to wake up. I didn’t want to slip out of this state of warm complacency, my body floating in a state of pleasurable satisfaction.

Lips ghosted over my skin. There was a sucking sensation on my nipple, wet and hot, shooting tingles up my spine, and I arched up into it, involuntarily. Consciousness slowly crept in, but I didn’t open my eyes, my lids still heavy with sleep.

The haze of sleep was seamlessly replaced by the haze of pleasure. I wasn’t even sure I was fully awake. All I was sure of, right now, were the needy, whimpering sounds reaching my ears. Was that me?

“Shhh, I got you.”

My lids fluttered open for a fraction of a second, spotting his form towering over me, nearly eclipsing any light. The throbbing between my legs became more pronounced. Everything felt so sensitive, like he’d already been playing with me for a while.

“How—” I moaned helplessly, unable to string the words together.

“Hey, Darlin’. Nice of you to join me.” His voice was a little breathless as he dragged his cock back.

My whole body rocked with the force of his thrusts, my shirt was pushed up, and my tits were bouncing freely. They were covered in his saliva, and some spots where he’d sucked too hard or maybe bitten me felt tender.

I gave it another try. “How l-long—”

He chuckled darkly, his hot breath ghosting over my heated, flushed skin. “You’ve missed most of it. Came all over my face once, and then another time on my cock. The sounds you made were divine. Such a greedy girl, I knew you needed my cock today.”

A breathless gasp escaped my lips as he bit into my breast and then sucked hard, intent to leave a mark.

Usually, I slept on my side, so he must’ve rolled me onto my back, and he was fucking me with deep, rolling strokes. His pelvis was rubbing against my swollen clit in the most delicious way.

I was so sensitive, it was almost too much.

“Could tell you were starting to wake up. Those little sounds you were making were driving me wild.” He purred into my ear, making shivers race down my spine, and my pussy fluttered around his cock.

“Shit,” I whimpered, as he hit deep, the slight burn of accommodating his thick length adding a delicious edge to the pleasure he was invoking.

I was delirious, trapped in my own body, too heavy with lust to move — I was completely at his mercy.

When he pulled almost all the way out, the sudden emptiness made my pussy clench desperately.

Then, I felt something hot and wet hit my slit. Liquid was trickling down my soaked lips, and Dom used his thumb to spread his spit around.

“Look at you. Dripping cunt stretched for me, and those adorable, needy whines. Damn, you really needed to be fucked, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

In the back of my head, in a very, very deep corner, I remembered our confrontation with David earlier, but I just didn’t care right now. I didn’t give a flying fuck about anything other than his cock plunging into me and the sensations wrecking my body.

Whatever problems had troubled me earlier were problems for Awake-Sierra. Not for Getting-her-brains-fucked-out-Sierra.

This was what I needed, and Dom was giving it to me. Again . Curse him.

“Aw, feels like you’re getting close. I don’t think so, Darlin’. Not yet.” He slowed down his thrusts to a torturously slow pace, hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, and hit deep. “Nah, you’re gonna be a writhing, sloppy mess by the time I let you come.”

Pulling out all the way and leaning down, he gave my pussy a long lick, then sucked my abused clit into his mouth. As I started getting close again, he released it roughly, lined his dick up with my entrance once more, and slid home.

My pussy clenched desperately. My orgasm was so close, I was literally balancing on the edge. One more little push, and I’d fall. Instead of moving, instead of allowing me to release the routing tension coiling inside of me, he stilled, buried deep inside of me.

He played with my tits, grabbing one with his massive palm, before sucking on my nipple, biting and licking it. My hands were buried in his hair as his stubble scratched across my sensitive skin.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, embarrassingly whiny.

He released it with a pop, his hand taking hold of my throat, applying light pressure in a possessive hold.

Fire curled through my body, igniting my center, as I stared up at him through hooded eyes. He rolled his hips, brushing against my clit, before driving into me again.

“That’s it, Goddess. Look at me while I make that tight fuckhole weep for me.”

Pounding into me with deep strokes, he started applying pressure with just two fingers, tightening his grip a little more. Two fingers were more than enough.

His hold immobilized me, my lips parted, and my head emptied of all thoughts except for the pleasure he was granting me. I felt lightheaded, hazy, and every sensation was heightened.

“Look at you,” he purred. “ Now you can come, Goddess. Choke my cock.”

As if my body had been waiting for his permission, I tumbled over the edge. Toes curling and eyes rolling back, I felt my pussy clench around his length and just rode the waves of pleasure.

“ Fuck! ” Dom’s moan was everything. A sound that was worship and ruin alike.

His dick twitched inside of me as he bottomed out, his hot cum spilling deep inside of me.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, his hold on my neck turned gentle. The rough pad of his thumb slowly stroked my skin as his eyes bored into mine, his gaze passionate, reverent .

“I got you, Sierra. Always.”