Deadly Obsession (23 page)

She moved, sinking slowly down his shaft, burying him to the hilt. He moaned at the hot caress, so damn slow he could feel every ripple of her skin, every clench of her muscles. He moved his hands to her chest, cupping both breasts as he tweaked her perfect, turgid buds between his fingers. She cried out at his touch, quickly rising then descending again. God, she was wet, her juices weeping out around the base of his cock, coating his groin with each pass of her soft, inner lips. She undulated in his arms, rotating her hips so his crown brushed against her G-spot.

“That’s it, darling. Make yourself come for me.”

Brooklyn
glanced down at his face, holding his gaze for only a moment before closing her eyes as her strokes increased. Damn, if she wasn’t getting close to another climax. He could see the increased need in her
face,
hear it in her heated moans. Her channel pulsed again, twitching around his invading shaft as if desperate to draw him even deeper. He gave her nipples one more tug before shifting his hands back to her hips. Then he gently raised his buttocks and met her thrusts with his own.

“Yes! Oh God. Please, baby. Don’t stop.”

Her plea was carnal, her voice so raw he wouldn’t have known it was hers if she hadn’t been straddled across his body, his cock buried deep inside her. She rode him hard, using his shoulders for an anchor as she thrust down on his shaft, her pace never slowing. He tensed his jaw, holding back the fire starting to tingle up his spine as he angled his hips, penetrating her deeper.

“Yes!”

Her voice echoed off the walls, her cry so loud he almost expected Sam to come running through the door, gun drawn,
clothes
optional. He’d heard his friend making love to Sue before he’d ventured into Brooklyn’s room, and then again just prior to drifting off, and wouldn’t be surprised if Sam was pumping the woman again.

“Feel good, darling?”
Damn, his voice was just as husky as hers, his desire so strong now he wanted nothing more than to pound into her. Drive her so high she’d pass out in his arms. But he waited, cock twitching, balls drawn painfully tight, as she fell back to earth, her body still jerking above his. It was her seduction, her pace. He didn’t want to steal it from her. Not yet.

Brooklyn
whimpered, finally locking her gaze on his. Her eyes were like two dark
shadows,
her face flushed a deep red. He could see the helpless look on her face, so taken by her own pleasure she was unable to hide any emotion from him. She smiled and lowered her body onto his, pressing her breasts against his chest. “You’re a dangerous man, Gage Matthews. If it felt any better, I’d die in your arms.”

“I’d settle for having you pass out. I don’t think you’ve ever done that.” He smiled at her seductive chuckle. “Every man wants to think he’s capable of pleasing his woman to that extent.”

His woman.

Had he said it that way? All but confessed he had no plans of allowing her to become some other man’s lover? He looked at her face as she drew back, her eyebrow arched in question. If she’d taken it that way, she hid her reaction well.

“Is that a challenge?”

Gage smiled. “Not a challenge, darling. A statement of what I have in mind for you.” He lowered his hands to her hips, gripping them as he raised his pelvis higher. “I was going to let you have full control. But you’ve pushed a possessed man too far. So hold on tight.”

Brooklyn
stifled a cry as he drove into her, his motion so fast his thrusts blurred against the shadows. He was out of control, his need to claim
her the
only coherent thought still left. She was his, and he’d prove it—now.

“So much.
I can’t hold on.”

“Don’t. Just go with it. I’ll catch you when you fall.”

Brooklyn
tensed at his words, twisting around his hands as the fury of her release took over. She shattered around him. Her womb contracted, her walls clenched around his cock to the point that it took all his strength to keep moving. She screamed his name, her hips tight around his. She hadn’t taken a breath, and he could see the strength fading from her.

He kept pumping, struggling through her tight flesh, desperate to make the fire erupt inside him. He’d come too many times to make the task an easy one. He knew it’d take several more minutes of filling her hard and fast to send him over the edge.

He called her name, feeling her gasp in one quick breath. She was still pulsing, and he knew if he did it right, he’d push her from one orgasm into another. “Don’t fight it.
Keep
it coming, darling. I’m not near done with you yet.”

Brooklyn
opened her eyes, holding his gaze until her world shattered again, and Gage watched her slip off the edge. She opened her mouth in a soundless scream as her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed on top of him. A rush of pure male dominance raced through him as he pushed into her three more times before his cock jerked, and his release spurted from the tip, drowning her womb, with his thick fluid. He cried out, the sheer magnitude of pleasure unlike any he’d experienced. He clenched his jaw, fighting the darkness that clawed at his consciousness as shot after shot of his seed filled Brooklyn’s channel, marking her as his woman, his mate. He held her tight, revelling in the way her body hung limp against his, her breath soft against the nape of his neck.

“Oh, Brook,” he whispered, brushing the hair back from her face. “You’re amazing, darling.
Truly amazing.”
He waited, but she only sighed in reply.
“Sleep.
No more sex for you, you little minx. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He felt something burn his eyes but closed them before he could consider the possibilities too deeply. He and Brooklyn needed to talk before they shared a bed again.
Before he lost her to his desire.

Chapter Fifteen

Brooklyn
slivered her eyes open, squinting through the dim light bathing the small room. The sun was up, but the dull light meant another day of heavy clouds. She moaned and reached for Gage, startling awake when she realised he was gone. She bolted upright, glancing from the chair to the door. His clothes were missing from the floor and the smell of coffee filled the air. She released the breath she’d been holding and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. He’d simply risen before her and was most likely talking with Sam in the kitchen. There was no reason to think he’d fled.

She forced a smile as she rose, wincing at the soreness between her legs. She’d never expected Gage to take her so forcefully, and the intensity of their last coupling had left its mark. “I’m not a virgin. I don’t bruise that easily. Yeah, right,” she huffed as she padded over to the bathroom.
Maybe not bruised, but definitely used.
She laughed at the thought, twisting on the shower as she stole a quick glance in the mirror.

“Damn.” Brooklyn touched her right cheek, gawking at the large, purple welt staining her skin. She remembered Drake striking her just before she lost consciousness, but never imagined the evidence of his abuse would be so obvious. She turned her chin, examining the extent of bruising as steam billowed softly from behind the glass door. “Gage is going to go ballistic,” she muttered, testing the water before sliding inside. She hummed at the pleasure of the simple act, and had to persuade her body to move twenty minutes later when the water began to cool.

She stepped out onto the soft, beige mat, wrapping herself in a large towel, sighing as the gentle motion of the fluffy cloth against her skin ignited a warm, liquid feeling in the pit of her stomach. God help her, but she wanted him again. Wanted to feel his strong hands cinched around her hips as he thrust deep inside her, brushing her womb with his cock until she exploded into a blinding sea of white light. Wanted to hear him cry out her name as he filled her with his release, so lost in his own pleasure he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking against hers, or his body from trembling when he collapsed on top of her.

Brooklyn
slid her fingers down her body, tracing a path through her narrow slit. Damn, she was wet. Wet and hot, and so damn needy it made her want to scream. She’d begged him last night.
Swallowed her pride for the taste of his skin, and the warmth of his body.
She would’ve sold her soul if she’d had to, just to have the chance to touch him again. Feel her love for him course through her body. Now if only she could convince herself he returned her feelings, she’d relax. But he’d been hesitant. She’d seen the uncertainty flash in his eyes, felt the reservations in his touch until the fire between them had burned so hot he’d given in to her request.

“He just didn’t want to hurt me,” she whispered, but the words were far from convincing.

Brooklyn
released a long, slow breath as she ran a brush through her hair. She tried to ignore the male scent that clung to her skin.
Gage’s scent.
Even after a thorough washing it was still there, mixed in with the floral scent of the soap, and the cocoanut fragranced shampoo. She tried not to smile as she moved back into the room, stopping when she spied a pair of track pants and a long sleeved shirt resting over the footboard. She walked over to the bed, picking the garments up in her hands.
Gage’s clothes.
He must have ventured in while she was in the shower. Her breath hitched. Had he watched her through the steamy glass? Licked his lips as she washed her breasts, and ran the soap between her legs? Had he remembered touching her there? Taking her until she’d passed out in his arms?

She growled, willing her body to calm, as she pulled the pants over her hips, and slipped on his shirt. It was even larger than the sweater she’d worn yesterday, but somehow it felt better. She drew a deep breath, drinking in the faint scent of his cologne. It reminded her of fire and heat, spicy, yet so damn mesmerising it took most of her resolve to slip on some socks and head for the kitchen. She could hear Gage and Sam talking, their voices hushed in the early morning stillness. She’d planned on just walking straight in, but stopped when she heard her name.

“Are you sure Brooklyn’s going to be up to this?” asked Sam. “She seemed pretty close to the edge last night, not that I blame her.”

“I’m not sure of anything anymore. But I don’t see as we have much of a choice. This Drake creep isn’t going to stop because we nearly caught him. Next time, he won’t leave anyone alive to come after him.” Gage sighed. “She’s all but hysterical. I keep waiting for her to slip into a catatonic coma on me.”

Sam muttered something under his breath before he answered. “Whatever you think is best.”

Brooklyn
huffed, placed her hands on her hips and slipped into the kitchen, her feet silent across the cold, tiled floor. She moved up behind Sam, steeling her expression as she met Gage’s head-on. “Don’t you think you should be asking me what’s best, Sam? Or doesn’t my opinion count anymore?”

Sam jumped at the sound of her voice, spinning quickly in the chair.
“Sweet Jesus!
You’re lucky I didn’t draw my gun and fire, I’m so wired right now!”

Brooklyn
gave him a stunning smile. “I know you better than that. You never draw your gun unless you intend to shoot.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he warned, easing up out of the chair. He held it out for her, but she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and stared at him instead.

“I resent you two talking about me as if I’ve fallen off the deep end,” she scolded.

“That’s not what we said,” countered Gage, still watching her from beneath his dark lashes. But he looked more aroused than annoyed.

“No, but it’s what you were implying.”

She watched Sam and Gage exchange an exasperated roll of the eyes. Damn, what was it about these men that immediately put her on the defensive? She was more than aware they’d single-handedly saved her ass yesterday, and yet, she felt the need to exert her independence whenever they were around. Or was it just Gage she was edgy about? He looked different today, but hadn’t made any indication their night of passion had changed anything between them.

Brooklyn
sighed, and ran her fingers through her wet hair. “I don’t suppose you have something other than coffee?” she asked, attempting to diffuse some of the tension.

“It just so happens I have a canister full of your brand of tea,” said Sam. He took a step towards the counter, but stopped when Gage rose from his chair first. Sam nodded, once again holding the chair out to her. “Sue made some muffins, if you’re interested.”

Brooklyn
laughed, settling into the seat. “Gee Sam…canisters on the counter, homemade muffins. You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were starting to settle down in your old age.” She grinned at Sam’s guarded expression, folding her hands on the table. “So how long has Sue been living here?”

Sam glanced over at Gage, raising his eyebrows slightly before sitting down next to her.
“Just over a month.”

Brooklyn
nodded. Evidently Gage was aware of the change in their relationship. Something he’d neglected to tell her. But then, she hadn’t spoken to him in so long, it didn’t surprise her.

“She’s better than you deserve, you know that, right?” she said, grinning when Sam flashed
her a
wicked smile. “I’m happy for you. I hope it all works out.”