Insidious (28 page)

My body trembled as I answered honestly. “I want you. I want you to take me right here.”

I gasped as he touched my inner thigh and his knee pushed my legs apart. Reaching for my panties, he moved only the crotch and slid his fingers deep inside.

Even though I knew that eyes were watching, I didn’t care. Some of them had seen me like this before; others were appalled, while even more were turned on as hell. Moans echoed throughout the room as Brody returned my concentration to him. With one hand he reached forward, rubbing my clit.

“Tell them,” he growled.

My mind was a blur.
Tell them what?

“Tell them you’re mine.”

“I’m his,” I panted, not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

Fisting my hair again, he repeated, “Tell them louder.”

“I’m his. No one else can take me, ever.” The words were liberating as my hips once again banged against the shiny table and his thick, hard cock plunged in and out of me. I bit my lip to stop my screams as each thrust hit harder than the one before: dominating and claiming. Brody’s upper body pushed forward, splaying me across the surface of the table and sending everything to the floor: the vases, the flowers, and Stewart’s ashes.

The road before me came back into focus as I squirmed in my seat, blinked repeatedly, and shook my head.
Damn!
I wonder what Val’s counselor would think of that little fantasy. He or she would probably have a field day with it. I didn’t want to think about any part of it, other than the obvious. I wanted sex, and I wanted it now.

When I pulled up to the motel, my suspicions were confirmed. This wasn’t our normal type of establishment. This was small, secluded, and the rooms had doors directly to the outside. I looked both directions and saw nothing, not even Brody’s car. Only a few other cars were in the poorly lit parking lot. Honestly, I didn’t give a damn that it wasn’t palatial.

Opening the door to the car, I inhaled the cooler evening air, listened to the hum of traffic from the interstate above, and concentrated on my fantasy. A smile graced my lips as I realized that I wanted to scream out like the prostitutes who frequented this establishment. No longer was I Stewart’s whore. Now I could choose, and tonight I chose to be fucked.

I turned off my phone. No one was interrupting my plans.

Before the light from Val’s headlights dimmed, the door to room number 8 cracked open, and I slipped from the car and walked briskly into the motel. Flickers of light caught my attention as hundreds of candles burned throughout the darkened room. Before I could truly look around, the door closed and the chest I’d fantasized about pinned me against the wall, momentarily pushing the air from my lungs. Brody’s shirt was gone and though I still wore my black dress, my flattened breasts tingled from the warmth of his exposed skin.

I couldn’t resist touching him as I ran my small hands up his firm arms. The tips of my fingers burned from his radiating heat. When I reached his broad shoulders and my eyes met his, the shimmer of candlelight in the aquamarine sent my already primed core into spasms. I gasped at the seizing of my wrists as my hands were suddenly pinned to the wall above me. Brody silently scanned my body.

Aching for his touch, I tried to move toward him.

“Not yet, Vik. I want to look at you, really look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful, and I want to see you as the woman you are now.”

What did he mean? Did he know that I was now a killer?

Releasing my hands, he said, “Give me your left hand.”

Reluctantly, I did, and I watched as he removed my wedding and engagement rings and dropped them to the filthy, worn motel carpet. “There. Ever since that motherfucker died, I’ve wanted to do that. Hell, before. Now, I’m going to fuck you, fuck you like the free woman you are.”

The tips of my lips rose as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and allowed them to fall to the carpet, somewhere near my rings. Protruding from the waistband of his boxers, the head of his erection made itself known. When I started to remove my sleek black pumps, Brody once again seized my wrists and stopped my movement. “No, you’re fucking perfect the way you are, the way you looked earlier tonight.” He leaned closer and inhaled deeply. “I could smell you at the funeral home. You fucking want this: here, now, against this fucking wall. Am I wrong?”

Oh God!
“No,” I managed. “I want it. I want it so goddamn bad.”

“Well, Vik, you’re not getting it
bad
. You’re getting it
good
. Leave those hot fuck-me heels on.” His sultry gleam fueled the fire that still kindled from my fantasy. “And you have about two seconds to get those damn panties off or they’re mine.”

Instead of obeying, I reached for the wall, splaying my fingers near my hips.

His brow moved up. “I may have to reconsider. I think you do want it
bad
.”

I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and I inhaled.

“Turn around, baby, and hold on.”

When I did as he said, he reached the hem of my dress and pulled it up to my hips. With two hands, he ripped my panties. The shreds fell down one of my legs to my ankle. Suddenly, I yelped as a firm hand struck my exposed ass. Immediately, he began rubbing the cheek, only to repeat the assault on the other side.

“There we go,” Brody cooed. “That’s all the
bad
for today.”

His touch on my inner thigh encouraged me to spread my legs and lift my ass, opening myself up for him. I closed my eyes as one and then two large fingers slid inside me, pumping in and out.

“So fucking wet.”

His nose nuzzled my neck as his other hand, pinched one nipple and then the other, creating a rhythm that kept beat to his fingers. With warm breath bathing my neck and his erection taunting my swollen lips, he asked, “Are you ready for the good?”

Fucking beyond ready!
“Yes, please.”

His fingers disappeared as I heard him reach for a condom.

“I’m on birth control,” I offered, wanting to feel his skin inside of me. “I promise, I’m clean. I go to the doctor every six months.”

“Oh, I thought… fuck!” he growled as his unwrapped cock sunk deep inside me.

The skin-to-skin contact created a delicious friction as the heat of his cock filled me, consuming every nerve within my body. Unknowingly, I cried out as I held to the wall, my elbows stiffening with each thrust. Brody fucked me like he’s never fucked me before, wild and unforgiving, pounding into me, filling not only my core but also my ears with the sound of his balls slapping my ass, and his heavy breathing.

The mountain’s ledge was right there. I saw it approaching at lightning speed as he pounded faster and faster. When he once again reached for my clit and rolled it between two fingers, I no longer heard him: the small motel room filled with the sound of my own screams. “Fucking God! Brody, I’m coming!”

“Do it, Vik. Come for me; let me hear you.”

I closed my eyes and let myself fall, calling out as wave after wave crashed through me. I waited for the hard reality of the ground; however, the ground didn’t come. Instead, the waves continued until my knees and elbows gave out and we both fell to the floor, a tangled mess. The only movement was his pulsating cock, still buried deep inside me.

Brushing his stubbly cheek against mine, he whispered, “Jesus, Vik. That was fucking awesome.”

I moaned at the loss as he slowly pulled out of me, unleashing a flood onto my thighs.

Despite the beauty of his candles, I finally saw the dump we were in and contemplated the floor. “Brody, I think the next place for us to go is the shower.”

He laughed. “Yeah, this carpet has probably not been cleaned…”

Covering his lips with my kiss, I said, “That’s gross. I don’t want to even think about that.”

Shrugging, he stood and helped me to my feet. “Assuming the shower is better, may I help you remove that dress?”

“Well, since I don’t have any underwear to wear home tonight, I guess I shouldn’t get my dress wet in the shower.”

“You’re not going home tonight.”

“I’m not?” I questioned as we walked toward the bathroom.

“No, you’re not. That smile on your face is the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. We’re going to work on keeping it there.”

“Val needs…” I began.

“You said that Val is off call because of the funeral. We’ll get you back to Val’s early in the morning.”

My lips pursed together in thought.

After turning on the water, Brody turned toward me and asked, “What? Where did that smile go?”

“I was just thinking that I told Travis to pick me up tomorrow at Val’s. I have to go home before the funeral. I can’t be seen in the same dress…”

“Or without panties,” Brody added with a grin.

Blood blushed my cheeks. “That would be a tad uncomfortable.”

“Why haven’t you fired him? Travis? I know you hate him.”

As Brody took my hand and led me behind the cheap shower curtain into the warm water, I shrugged in response and asked, “Before I told you, did you know that Stewart wanted Travis to have my contract?”

Brody nodded.

I went on, “Travis said that was what Stewart wanted. He said that Parker was the one fighting it.”

Brody reached for the hotel shampoo. “Look at this. Even at sixty bucks a night, you get shampoo. Oh…” He read the bottle. “…and the conditioner is mixed in.”

I turned as he poured the mixture onto my head and began massaging it into my hair. “Brody?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I don’t want either one of them to have it.”

“They can’t. It’s over. By dying when he did, Stewart saved you from that.”

Saved me? Why did people keep saying that?

“But the way Travis sounded, if it doesn’t belong to someone, there could be others, others who claim it.”

Brody spun me around to face him. “Vik, no one can claim anything. You’re a wealthy woman. No one can make you do anything you don’t want to do. Hire the best: the best bodyguards, the best accountants, the best attorneys—that’s me by the way…” He smiled a mischievous smile. “…and I work for benefits.”

My cheeks rose in a smiling expression as I leaned closer, our slippery bodies sliding against one another.

“What if…” I began.

Brody’s finger came gently to my lips.

“Shush. Tonight we’ll celebrate your freedom. Tomorrow we’ll worry about
what if
.” Leaving his finger in place, he added, “Nod if you agree.”

Nod if you understand
. The words reverberated through my mind.

Turning away, I nodded. Under the guise of the shower, I allowed the tears I’d kept bottled up for too long to flow. It wasn’t until my shoulders shuddered that Brody realized I was crying. Without a word, his strong arms surrounded me and he gently kissed my freshly washed hair.

I WOKE TO the sound of Brody’s alarm, feeling anxious and nervous about the funeral, yet also rested for the first time in ages. “What time is it?” I asked sleepily.

Fumbling for his phone, Brody answered, “Four-thirty. I wanted to have you back to Val’s before anyone was out and about.”

My body ached in the most wonderful way as I stretched and started to sit. Before I could, my gaze settled on the handsome, warm man nuzzling closer.

“Where are you going, Vik?”

“To take a quick shower,” I giggled, as he leaned over me, his strawberry blonde hair sticking up in the sexiest of bedheads.

“How about if first I help you get ready for your big day?”

My eyebrow peaked. “Help me get ready? Whatever do you have in mind?”

With kisses to my neck, chest, and stomach, Brody moved slowly down my body, his fingers taking the lead as he spread my legs. “Just a little something to start your day off right.”

Before I could comment about the
little something
, I fell back to the pillows and whimpered as his tongue lapped my slit.

“You taste so fucking good,” he moaned between taunts, pushing my legs farther apart, torturing my already swollen lips and tender thighs.

Fuck! I won’t be able to walk at the damn funeral
. Just as my mind started to leave the room, Brody’s thumb circled my clit, bringing me back to present. My legs involuntarily closed as my insides tightened to a painful pitch.

“That’s it, Vik,” his words encouraged and pushed me upward as my fingers wove through his hair, craving his touch.

His tongue assaulted my clit, flicking and taunting, until whimpers of words spewed involuntarily from my lips. The heat of my core intensified, and my body took on a mind of its own. My hips bucked and my legs grew rigid. The entire world disappeared as Brody sucked my clit, electrifying me from head to toe. Screaming out his name, my hands flew to the sheets grabbing for something, anything, to keep this incredible ascent from coming to an end.

Just as I was about to fall, Brody stopped and covered my body with his. “I can’t take it, Vik, I love being inside of you without protection. I want to feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock as you come.”