Page 21 of Unrivaled Love (D.C. Renegades #2)

Jo

That only happens in pornos.

I'm brushing my teeth when I hear a scream and then a thud.

"Shit." I curse with a mouthful of toothpaste. I spit and wipe my mouth as I take the stairs two at a time.

I totally forgot about the fake snake.

I barrel into Bryson's room and he's a slump of a human on the floor.

And he's naked.

Now is definitely not the time to admire his body and reminisce about how his dick felt against me earlier but tell that to my lady bits.

An inner clench happens as I rush to run a washcloth under cold water. I press it to his forehead while lightly smacking his chest, trying to wake him up.

He's breathing, thank goodness, and the way he's curled up tells me he didn't fall straight back and hit his head.

Bryson gasps a breath and his eyes fly open. Suddenly he grips my arms and rolls us so he's on top of me.

My lady bits are standing at attention. Ready for orders.

"Jo, we have to get out of here. It's not safe." He says with wild eyes scanning the darkness for the threat.

"We're fine Bryson." I try to reassure him but he scoops me under the arms and lifts so we're standing pressed against each other.

I'm still in my kit but he's naked and my fingers are dying to explore. I want to know what that dusting of chest hair feels like. At the very least I want to reach up and hold his head still. He keeps whipping it back and forth looking for the nonexistent snake.

"Oh fuck." He whines and he takes a deep breath. "I think it's still in the bed."

"Bryson, I got it."

"No Jo, I can't let you sacrifice yourself for me.

If there's one, there's probably more. I saw the fangs and it had like a double rattle thing on its tail so it's definitely venomous.

" He says in a craze as he slowly moves our joined bodies closer to the door.

His body trembles as he holds me. I think I like being able to comfort him.

"You're really that afraid of snakes?" I ask as he continues walking us out to the living room. I knew he didn't like them but I didn't expect a fainting spell followed by terror driven ramblings.

"They're unnatural creatures." he says in a whisper. "They smell with their tongues."

"Okay," I try not to laugh. I pull back enough to put some space between my head and his chest. I like that he has chest hair. He didn't have that when we were younger. Before I let myself get carried away and take advantage of a terrified and naked Bryson I push off his chest.

"I'll be right back."

"Jo!" He cries. "I can't let you go in there."

I am so tempted to tell him it's fake, that I found it in a trunk in the bunk room. But I also can't resist the opportunity to have a little fun.

"You're right, I shouldn't go in unprotected." I say as seriously as I can. Bryson watches with rapt attention as I cross over to the kitchen and get out a pair of dish gloves and a set of tongs.

"Is there a blow torch?" Bryson asks.

"I'd rather not burn the house down." I tell him. Then I pull a garbage bag out and whip it open. "Wish me luck. "

"Oh god," Bryson mumbles. "I love you Jo, if you don't make it out alive I want you to know that."

This doesn't feel like a game anymore.

"I love you, too," I say quietly. The words feel all too natural dancing from my lips to his ears. I shake it off though, ultimately he's my friend and I want to give him some comfort in this time of distress. That’s why I said it. That’s all.

I make a show of tiptoeing down the hall and into the room. “Where was it Bryson?" I ask.

"In the bed." He whisper-shouts. "Keep your voice down, they can sense the vibrations."

"Okay," I respond quietly and I have to hold back my chuckle. I'm not sure if he followed me down the hall or not but love is being able to tease them right? "Oh wow." I say slowly, pretending to come face-to-face with the creature.

"Careful Jo, oh fuck, I'm gonna piss myself." Bryson mutters.

I try to swallow my laugh and it turns into a snort.

"I’ll save you!" Bryson yells and I turn to find him crashing into the room wielding a frying pan over his head. He shoves me to the ground and starts smacking the pan all over the bed.

One of the pillows explodes and feathers poof up and fall to the ground like snowflakes.

"Where is it?" He's panting.

"Bryson, stop! It's fake."

"Josie, baby, you're delirious after the bite. It's your body's response."

"No, I'm serious.” I stand and pull the pan out of his hands. "I put it in your bed this morning. It's a fake snake I found in the bunk room."

Bryson slowly looks from the bed back to me. "Seriously?"

"Yes, I didn't know you'd have such a visceral reaction." I bite my lips to keep myself from laughing .

"I can't believe you did that!" He growls and then his fingers dig into my rib cage as he tickles me and I fall onto the bed. He straddles my thighs and my brain tries to register the feel of his genitals on me but he moves to my hip bones and digs in and I screech.

"Bryson, stop! Ohmygod! I'm sorry, stop!" Okay, I’ll admit it. This is torture and I might have deserved the suspension.

Bryson relents and rolls to his back. We lie side by side and let both of our lungs settle into a normal cadence again. I notice he matches his breaths to mine.

"You good?" I ask.

"Yeah, but, never again Jo."

"Fine.” I sigh. I roll my head to look at him. “You were going to sacrifice yourself for me."

I watch as he closes his eyes, inhales, exhales, and turns to face me before opening them again. "I'd do anything for you, Josie."

The childhood nickname cracks open my chest. "No one has called me that in years.” I admit as I turn back to look at the ceiling.

His fingers brush against mine where they're laying between us. The faint contact is overwhelming.

"Do you like that nickname?" He asks.

I bite my lip and nod. It makes me feel delicate and treasured and when the name is accompanied by the look in Bryson's eyes I like hearing it a lot.

Bryson rolls to his side and brushes his knuckles along the side of my face. "I want to kiss you, Josie."

I don’t even need to overthink this. "I want to kiss you, too," I say on an exhale and the space between us disappears. His mouth and body are hot against me and when his tongue sweeps into my mouth a moan vibrates in my throat .

Bryson turns frantic. He lifts to his knees and grips the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head. He tosses it aside then his fingers slide into my shorts and he pulls them down.

I clamp my thighs together because my core is already desperate for friction.

Bryson's hands travel up and down my body, mapping every inch as our mouths collide over and over. The only pause in our connection is when I have to pull back for a breath.

I let my hands explore and they rake through his coarse chest hair before traveling over his round shoulders and down his back to his ass. My nails dig in and I scratch up his back. He hisses and arches with the movement and I love that I can get a reaction out of him.

When my fingers coast up into his hair he pauses. "I want you Jo, desperately, but you're in control here. You want to stop, we stop. Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Finger me." I tell him and Bryson smirks then leans down to kiss my neck as his hand trails across my collar bone. The sensation of his mouth on my pulse has me throbbing with need. My clit is desperate for his touch.

Bryson’s mouth continues to kiss and nip across my jaw and collar bone. His fingers circle my tits and travel down the center of my body.

Each touch sends me further past the point of no return and I’m falling into the abyss of intimacy with Bryson.

He pushes my knee open and then traps the other between his thighs. The only thing that can compete with soccer thighs might be hockey man thighs. They’re firm and strong and hairy and I love the coarse feel of him against my body.

Bryson's fingers stroke my entire pussy and I grind my hips up to seek more pressure. I feel his cock on my hip and I whimper because it is arousing to know I arouse him. He kisses my shoulder and then leans back to watch me .

I turn my head to face him and when our eyes connect he drills a finger against my clit and my back arches.

"Fuck yes," I hiss and his fingers take off.

The tight circles coil my insides and my vaginal walls are clamping and pulsing as he strums my clit.

"That's it Jo, fuck you're beautiful." He says in awe.

I close my eyes and focus on the weight of his arm on my hip, on how he leans in to nip at my shoulder. How his cock twitches and seeks me out.

Sparks fly up and down my body and the world fades away. Everything that exists is here and now with Bryson. My muscles wind tighter and my lungs pinch as I reach my peak. "Yes, yes, ohmygod, yes." I chant.

I feel his fingers slip against me and he swipes down to my ass before returning. When his fingers resume, I feel a pressure against my clit I've never felt before.

"Wait, wait." I pant and reach for his wrist. Bryson pulls his hand to my hip and leans up to look me in the eyes. "Something was different, like a pressure."

"Pressure?" He asks.

"Yeah, it felt like my clit was going to explode." I explain breathless.

"Really?" He asks and I see amusement in his eyes. "Have you ever?"

"Ever what?"

"Squirted." He says as his hand trails circles over my abdomen.

"No." I laugh. "That only happens in pornos."

"If you say so." He says before pushing his hand back between my thighs. "Can I keep going?"

"I already came." I remind him.

"I know Josie, I want to see you come again."

Words get lost on my tongue as he pinches my still swollen clit and I throw my head back into the mattress.

"I want to worship you." He whispers into my ear and I groan.

"You deserve to feel incredible and powerful all the time but especially here.

" Bryson lifts and lines up his cock but he hovers there.

My body is begging for it. For him. I want to feel him in and around me.

"And when you let me in, I'm going to claim you. You're my ultimate prize."

His words wash over me in a daze. I don't understand them. I don't understand why he doesn’t just fuck me. I'm digging my fingers into his bicep but he doesn’t seem to feel it. He’s hovering over me as his fingers keep pressure on my clit and his erection slides along my thigh.

My next orgasm builds and this time when I arch off the bed he presses his cock down on my clit with one hand and pushes two fingers inside me with the other.

"Fuck Jo, you're so tight." He says as he pumps his fingers in and out and again I feel like my pussy is going to explode.

And then it happens. A pinching sensation quakes me and fluid gushes from my core.

Incredibly intense then unbelievably relaxing.

"Holy shit." I throw my arm over my eyes. "Did I?"

"Yeah Killer, you did. Fuck that was so hot." Bryson says as he rolls to his back. I open my eyes to see him stroking himself.

"Can I?" I ask because I'm riding a high I want him to feel too. A high I want to be responsible for. I want to reach new heights with him and I’m starting to realize there's no one I trust more than Bryson Svoboda.