Page 50 of Nothing to Win
She should call mercy, should beg for relief to the raw nerves tossing her in the ocean, grabbing her under the waves before she could breathe again.
“Yes, I—please—no—”
She didn’t make sense, couldn’t feel sense until on a crest that stalled every muscle, he grabbed her chin to look her in the eye as he drove in deep to finish himself within her.
Her jaw ached, but she never wanted him to let go, never wanted him to move from where he was still within her, softening, yes, but not forever.
Brogan Spurn.Her?Not tomorrow.But right then, what they’d just done, no one could take that away.This bed, this night, was forever, whether either of them confessed it or not.
SIXTEEN
SHE HADN’T SEEN ANYTHING of Julius that week.That might worry her if she could think of anything other than her nights with Brogan.God, now she got why Roxie never wanted Zairn to leave her bed.
Brogan, unsurprisingly, was the stronger of their duo.Life went on because of him and only him.Still, even he might’ve been guilty of canceling a meeting or two to satisfy himself in her.
One surprise was their Tuesday dinner.She’d expected him to come home but got the call to confirm pick up time and they went to a restaurant to eat.Outside with people who’d object to her climbing over the table to mount him.
Stupid, inconvenient people.
And this Friday night would be even worse.At least on Tuesday they could decide when to leave and they could flirt, touch—shit, she had to calm down.
Dinner to celebrate Bram’s birthday was part of the initial deal.Kind of.She’d done her best to forget about it, but her mother’s dress delivery earlier got her reaching for the phone to call reinforcements.Reinforcement, actually, singular.
“I’m scared,” she said to Roxie who sat on her bedroom ottoman.
“It’s a garment bag.”Roxie gestured to it.“Unzip it, I want to see.You haven’t looked at it yet?”
“No!The call from downstairs when it arrived almost got me hyperventilating.They sent it up and I just got in the shower.”
“Your hair looks good, you did it yourself?It’s… tight.”
“Brogan likes my hair down,” she said, clutching the hairspray in both hands, squeezing and letting go over and over.
Though he had told her that when they were naked, which he preferred too.Going sans clothes would be inappropriate at dinner with her family.It would silence her father, but a heart attack?Talk about an extreme solution.
Roxie gave her a quick inspection.“But you’re wearing it up.”
“Mom prefers my hair up.”
“Right.And the makeup’s Mom’s preference too?”
She raised a shoulder.“Brogan’s never mentioned my makeup.”
“True, yeah, he is a guy.”Roxie got up.“Your mom sent the dress?”Her friend knew that, but she nodded anyway, slow and jerky.“This dress will reveal your mother’s opinion on your relationship.”
Oh, nice, like she wasn’t anxious enough already.
“What?”she asked in a kind of gasp.“How?”
“Yeah, think about it…” Roxie’s hands went to her hips, all focus on the hanging bag.“Does she want you to look sexy for your guy or does she want to frumpify you?”Her friend’s head bobbed that way.“Go on.”
“Go?Now?”She wasn’t sure she wanted to.“Do I have to?”
“No.”All confidence, Roxie took one step, grabbed the zipper and threw the bag open.“Hmm…” What was that?She didn’t like that noise.The dress was… it was… “Door number two.”
“It’s not so bad…” The rough fabric didn’t feel good under her fingertips, she didn’t want it against her skin all night.“It’s…”
“Ugly.Is it gray?Is it green?And the yellow, there’s a hint of—you might as well wear a snood.You’ll look like a swamp creature.Your mom does not want you to be the powerful, confident woman you are.Nope, this won’t do.”Roxie caught her hand, spinning to put both their backs to the garment.“Should I question why your things are still in this bedroom when you’re warming the master’s cock every night?He doesn’t make you sleep in here, does he?I swear to God, I will break that thing right off—”
