Page 105 of Dirty Like Brody
“Wrong about what?” he said, like he really didn’t giveonefuck.
I took a breath and forced it out. “I never chose Sethoveryou.”
Brody shook his head and turned away. “Have a nice life on your pedestal, princess.” He kicked the garbage can out of his way, which sent it crashing across the room, and went forthedoor.
“It was you!” I called after him. “It was you, Brody, please, just stop… Don’t you fucking walk outonme!”
He stopped dead and turned back to me. We’d both stopped dead in the wake of my voice, pretty much screaming those words at him. I couldn’t help it. I justsnapped.
How dare he walk out on me when all he did was punish me for leaving, over and overagain?
“It was always you I wanted,” I told him. “Don’t you think that if I could go back to that first time you kissed me outside that party when I was fifteen and do everything from that moment on differently, I would? But I can’t! I can’t change the past, Brody. You’ll never know how much I wish I could, but I can’t. All I can do is stand here in front of you right now and ask you to see me,me, and not that girl who ran away! I’m. Right.Here.” By this point, I was really losing it, so I just let it all come gushing out. Because maybe this was my last chance? How many times was he going to walk away from me, or let me walk away from him, before he reallywasdone with me? “A world where I don’t have you in my life… I lived that way for the last six-and-a-half years,” I said, my voice reaching near-hysterical level, “and these last couple of weeks have just proven to me that I don’t ever want to do that again! I can’t! To be honest, I have no idea how I did it for so long and kept onliving!”
I was panting by the end of it, my chest rising and falling in shuddering breaths, and his gaze dropped, his expressiondarkening.
“Where the hell isyourbra?”
“Wh—what?”
“You were wearing a bra at the show and you sure as fuck aren’t wearing one now.” He was staring so hard at me, my nipples were getting hard in my slinky shirt. “What happenedtoit?”
“I tookitoff.”
His blue eyes, cold and dark, met mine. “You took it off,” herepeated.
I threw up my hands. “What the hell do you think? I had a quickie with Jimmy backstage? I took it offforyou.”
He stared at me. “Forme?”
“Yeah. So I could do this.” I shoved myself up against him, standing on my tiptoes, so we were almost nose-to-nose. Then I gripped his hand and ran it up my bare waist under my top, all the way up… to cup my nakedbreast.
Brody’s eyes flared as his breathing changed, deepening and slowingrightdown.
“This?” he murmured, squeezing mybreast.
“Yeah,” I breathed. I dropped back down on my heels and brought him with me, my hand wrapped around the back of his neck. He ran the tip of his nose slowly down mine, and I shivered in anticipation. And I said, “You better fucking kiss me. You better not walk out on me, because I am not letting you go. If I have to make a giant fucking scene and make Jude hold you here at gunpoint, I am not lettingyougo…”
Then he nipped my lips with his and my pussy clenched, empty and aching for him. “Likethis?”
“Yeah.” I entwined my fingers deep in his soft hair. “And by the way… I took my pantiesoff,too.”
That got a groan of approval and the next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine, his tongue down my throat, and we weremakingout.
“I need you,” I told him between kisses, clinging to him. “And before you accuse me… I donotsay that to every guy. I have never said that to a man inmylife.”
“Jessa…”
“I’ve wanted you, wanted this, for as long as I can remember.” I rubbed up against him like a cat in heat as I said it. “Since I can remember wanting this at all, I’ve wanted itwithyou.”
To show him how much I meant that, I undid my jeans and shimmied them down over my hips,feelingbold.
He stood back, swiping a hand over his face as he drank me in. “You sure you wantthis,babe?”
I stood there, awkwardly, with my jeans around my knees. “Don’tyou?”
“I meant… it’s pretty fucking dirty in here, princess. If you hadn’t noticed.” He slid his hands around my bare ass and pulled me against him, showing me that yes, he definitely wanted this. “And you, in my mind,” he added, squeezing my butt, his voice dropping low, “are the furthest thing fromdirty.”
I glanced around. Itwasgross. It appeared to have been cleaned, hastily, the garbage emptied and everything kind of mopped off, poorly. But it didn’t smell bad, just kind ofmildewy.
