Page 57 of Puck, Marry, Kill

I whisper against her lips, on the verge of kissing her. “Because you’re a brave badass, Briar.”

She laughs, her breath hot. “No, I’m not.”

I should argue further, until she agrees with me, certain of her own bravery. But the need to kiss her wins out.

Cupping her jaw, I finally kiss Briar the way I’ve wanted to all day—intimately, passionately. As I feel her anxiety melt away and she turns to putty in my hands, a sense of power and peace fills me. This is what I’m meant to do. The thought ghosts through my mind, writing itself at the forefront as my new guiding force. For Briar. For Harley. For us.

She breaks the kiss, putting a few inches between us. Panting, she says, “Let’s go inside.”

As she walks backward toward the door, excitement is written all over her face. It’s in her smile, the sparkle in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks. And fuck, I want more of it. More of her. Need riding me hard, I urge her to hurry, taking her hand and running with her to the door.

“Open it, Briar,” I murmur low. My hands are all over her. If any neighbors are peeking out their windows, they’re gonna see me ripping her clothes off if she doesn’t get the door unlocked soon.

The door finally bursts open and we’re inside. I slam it shut with a kick and wrap my arms around her, finding her mouth again.

“Down the hall,” she murmurs against me, and I dance us that way.

She doesn’t reach for the switch as we enter her darkened bedroom, so I do it, flipping the light on. “I want to see you,” I tell her.

“I—”

“Don’t let him in here with us.” I don’t want to say Tyler’s name in this moment between us, but he’s in her head, and I swear to fuck that I will kill that asshole for making her ever question herself. “I want to see you, Briar. Want to worship you ... love your body ... fuck you.”

Her fingers slowly lift to her shirt and she undoes a button. Then another, revealing a plain white bra beneath. “I couldn’t exactly wear sexy lingerie under this,” she says.

I don’t care about lacy this or sheer that. I just want to see Briar. Naked, for me. “Exactly how you are, that’s what I want.”

Each button reveals slightly more of her chest ... her stomach ... until finally, she pulls it off. Reaching behind her back, she undoes her bra, dropping it down her arms to stand before me. “Fucking beautiful,” I whisper, dropping to my knees in front of her.

I take her breasts into my hands, weighing them in my palms and teasing my thumbs over her nipples. Light brown with the barest hint of pink, I think, memorizing the shade exactly. I look up to find her staring at me and her breath catches, lifting her breasts closer. Keeping our gazes locked, I lick a slow circle around one nipple before taking the whole thing into my mouth. I tease my tongue over it, mimicking the move with my thumb on the other one. Briar’s eyes flutter closed as she moans and I can’t hide the smile that steals across my face. I wouldn’t even if I could.

Briar might be nervous, but I’m not. She’s so responsive for me, not hiding anything, and I’m going to use that to make her feel good. No, to make her feel great.

As I suck at her breasts, I move down to her waist, undoing the button and zipper. She doesn’t hesitate this time, helping me remove her boots, pants, and then panties—also white, but with a tiny bit of lace along the legs that makes me think she chose them knowing our plan for tonight. That’s Briar’s version of sexy lingerie and it does darkly dangerous things to my psyche, especially as she lowers them down her legs and stands completely nude.

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” I grunt, guiding her toward the bed. I try to steady myself, reminding the beast inside me to give her time to adjust, but it’s rattling, eager to break free, wanting to be unleashed upon the beauty before me. There’s a piece of me that wants to throw her on the bed, rip my clothes off, and fuck her hard and bare right now. But I force myself to go slow, for her sake.

Still, as she lies back on the bed’s surface, I rise to stand over her. Bending forward, I take her mouth again, promising her that I’ll take care of her with every breath. She undoes the buttons of my shirt and I mindlessly toss it off with no care as to where it ends up. I move down ... kissing here ... there ... leaving a trail of sucking, nibbling kisses over her skin, wanting to write myself onto her body. Sinking to my knees at the bed’s edge, I spread her legs wide, getting my first real look at Briar’s pussy. She’s so pretty, pink and wet, and ready.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to. I get to. I’m fucking honored to,” I rumble, and I remind myself to teach Briar that a man wanting to eat her pussy is not a chore, but a gift from her and a requirement to be allowed more. My cock aches in my slacks, desperate to get inside her, and I can feel precum leaking out of the tip. Soon, I tell myself. Because first, I want to give Briar the pleasure she deserves. The pleasure I don’t think she’s ever really had.

Except maybe at her own hand. That image pops into my head, sending another rush of urgent need through me. I channel it into her.

I lick a long line up through her center, dipping my tongue inside to taste her. She’s as sweet as I knew she’d be, and I instantly, desperately want more of her. I want her juices to cover my face, my body, my cock. Putting her legs over my shoulders, I bury my face against her, licking and sucking as I figure out what she responds to best.

Focusing my attentions on her clit, I start to tease one finger inside her, curling it up to rub her front wall. “Oh!” she gasps, clawing the comforter. “What—”

An evil smile twists my lips. I don’t know if Briar has ever been touched like this given her surprised reaction. I want to show her what her body is capable of. I want to be the man who gives her this pleasure, who does this for her. With a growl, I slide another finger into her, petting that same spot, as I press my other hand on her lower abdomen, right above where I’m licking across her clit. Briar’s cries get higher pitched, more desperate, and I can feel her entire body going tight.

“Come, Briar. You deserve it.”

Everything freezes, the moment stretches, and then she goes wild beneath me, her hips bucking. But I stay with her, drawing out her pleasure as much as possible while she soaks my hand.

“Fuck yes,” I hiss, licking up the sweet juices.

“Dom ... Dom ...” She’s panting my name like it’s a prayer, her eyes closed and thighs quivering. “What did you ... how did you ...”