Page 116 of Dirty Like Brody
When I could speak again, I whispered, “My God. Brody… I’ve never done thisbefore… ”
“Done what?” he mumbled, still kissing betweenmylegs.
“With a guy… you know… I don’t know how you… ” I lost my train of thought as he went at my clit again, no chance of resisting or keeping up a conversation. I came, again, falling apart on the seat of his truck, clawing at theleather.
“Oh…God…”
“You’ve never had multiples with a guy?” he asked, sounding slightly amused as he kissed the inside of mythigh.
“Uh… no. I’ve never come at all withaguy.”
“You’ve never…?” He looked up at me, stunned. “You’ve never had an orgasmduringsex?”
“Not withaguy.”
He considered that, and his eyebrow slowly raised. “Are you telling me you’ve slept withwomen?”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get your hopes up.” I relaxed into the seat with a sigh. “I meant other than by myself… you’re the only person I’ve ever…” I bitmylip.
“Shit.” Now he looked almost pissed off. “What kind of losers have you beensleepingwith?”
“Well, I—” I didn’t get a chance to answer that since he pretty much killed my ability to think, again, when he stuffed two fingers inside me and started fluttering them around—at the same time he flicked his tongue over my clit with determination, and I came again… a quick, sharp ascent to a pinwheel burst of color and light. I shut my eyes tight as the bliss rippedthroughme.
Holy…shit.
What the hell were we talkingabout?
Oh, yeah.Orgasms.
When I could retrace my line of thought, I managed to say, “It wasn’t really their fault. I mean… I never really, you know, stuck around longenoughto—”
This time, he rose up over me and shut me up by kissing me, his tongue plundering my mouth, musky-sweet with the taste ofmysex.
“Don’t tell me,” he growled. “I don’t wanna know. Don’t ever tell me about anyone you slept withbeforeme.”
“Okay, but I just wanted toexplain—”
“Yeah, no. Don’t wanna hear it, princess. And neither of us wants me spending the rest of my life in prison for murder, so let’s just rewind and pretend no one’s ever kissed you butme,yeah?”
He grinned at me a little, but there was a softness in his blue eyes. A vulnerability that made my breathcatch.
“Yeah,” Iwhispered.
Then he kissed me again, sinking against me and drawing the blanketoverus.
* * *
We lay intertwined for a while,my back to Brody’s front, my body cocooned in his, his heavy arm slung around me. My eyes were closed and I was playing with his hands, my fingers winding through his, just enjoying the pleasurable tickle of his skinagainstmine.
I opened my eyes and examined his fingers, noticing how smooth his nails felt. “You don’t chew your nailsanymore.”
“Guessnot.”
“When didyoustop?”
He was silent a moment, maybe thinking about that. “Sometime after my dad died, Iguess.”
There was a connection there; I knew there was. Brody had never liked talking about his parents, especially his dad. He’d never said much to me about him at all, other than to tell me, when I was seventeen, thathe’ddied.
