Chapter 15

Amy awoke early the next morning, wanting to get out of bed and dressed before Brett woke up. She allowed herself a moment to admire his naked body, though. He was gorgeous, sexy, and holy hell did he know what he was doing in the bedroom. She closed her eyes and let the memory of last night fill her mind. Her fantasies did not do that man justice. Holy crap, he was fantastic. And big! Good God, he had the biggest cock she’d ever seen. But…there one night was over and all she had now were her memories of the best sex of her life. With a sad sigh, she gently tried to ease out of bed.

Before she could get too far, Brett reached out and grabbed her around the waist. In one swift movement, he pulled her to him, rolled her onto her back, spread her legs with his knees, and pushed into her. Then he just stopped.

“Brett, what are you doing?” she gasped with surprise…and pleasure.

Without a word, he rolled them over so that she was now on top of him. Instinctively, she brought her knees up to rest on either side of his waist and straddled him. He put his hand on the back of her head and brought her down to his lips, kissing her slowly. She moaned into his mouth, the desire to move on him, to ride him was overwhelming.

“Brett, no, we agreed. One night, remember?” She looked down at him but made no effort to move.

“One night wasn’t enough, Amy. I want more.” His voice was deep, heavy with sleep, and sexy as hell. He ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass, squeezing her cheeks, and then pushing her down on his cock as he lifted his hips to meet her.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. Christ, how was she supposed to think when he was buried inside of her?

“The choice is yours again,” he said, kneading her ass in his hands. “You can get up and we’ll move on like last night never happened, or we can do this again.” He rotated his hips ever so slightly, just enough so that she felt the movement.

“Brett.” She tried to sound serious, but it came out as needy. Amy put her hands on either side of his head and stared at him. His eyes weren’t the normal crisp blue that she was used to seeing. No, they were hazy and filled with desire. How much more did he want? Once? Another full night? It was one of those questions that she wasn’t sure she really wanted an answer to. So, she did the only thing she could—she eased her body up and off him.

Brett grabbed her waist. “Amy, please,” he pleaded.

She smiled as she lowered herself back down onto him. And that’s all it took. Amy found his lips and kissed him hard as she rotated her hips on him, driving his cock deeper into her with each downward motion of her body. “God, Brett,” she groaned, “nothing should feel this good.”

“You do.” He nipped at her bottom lip. Digging his heels into the mattress, he tightened his grip on her ass, and fucked her hard and fast.

She met each of his upward thrusts with a downward one of her own. The sounds of their moans reverberated around them. It was hard to believe, but she was so close to coming already. The way he moved in and out of her, the way he held her, kissed her, moaned in between their kisses was incredible. Hell, everything about Brett Hudson was incredible. And she was hopelessly in love with him. She’d loved him before they’d had sex. It was worse now. Her feelings wouldn’t be so easy to hide anymore. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. There was one thing she was sure of, though—she’d give herself to him for as long as he wanted. That probably made her sound pathetic, but at the moment, all she cared about was being with him.

Brett moved one hand back up to palm her head, the other remained on her ass, guiding her up and down on his cock. “Fuck, Amy, you feel incredible.” He kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth with a frantic, needy, desperation that she matched stroke for stroke.

“Yeah,” she moaned, increasing the speed at which she moved on him. She curled her fingers against his chest, her nails digging into his skin as sat up fully on him. “So good.” She flung her head back and closed her eyes. The feel of straddling Brett, of his cock stroking her inner walls, driving her to madness was euphoric. Amy never thought sex could be so good, so fulfilling while still making her crave more.

His large, warm hands covered her breasts, his thumbs rolled over her nipples, sending an extra jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. “God, I can’t get enough of you, Amy.” He clutched her hips, and then sat up so that they were chest to chest. She hooked her legs around his back and rocked on him as their mouths explored each other like it was the first time they’d ever kissed.

Amy leaned back and guided Brett’s mouth to her breast. She gasped, and then moaned when he tugged her nipple between his teeth. The things this man could do with his tongue and mouth should be illegal it was so damn good. The tip of his tongue circled her hard nipple, making it even harder. Then he blew on it, causing her to tremble in his arms. Dear God, she was ready to explode from the feelings he brought out in her.

Brett slid his hands from her lower back up to her shoulder blades, bringing her to an upright position again, and finding her lips. Instead of kissing her, he traced her lips with his tongue; then nipped at them. The fact that it was still dark in the room, and she couldn’t see a thing, made everything he did that much more exciting.

“Kiss me,” she demanded. He did, and the world exploded around her. The room began to spin; her mind went fuzzy; and the only thing she could focus on was Brett’s cock inside of her, of her pussy clenching, desperate to hold him there as her clit throbbed with her impending release. She rocked on him harder and faster, her moans getting louder as he swelled inside of her.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, nipping at her ear.

In all the time she’d known Brett, she’d never once heard him call a girl baby or any other term of endearment like that. Of course, she didn’t know what happened when he was in bed with those other women, and she didn’t want to. For the time being, she wanted to believe that she was special, that this was a first for him.

“Amy,” he groaned, “please, baby, I want to feel you come on my cock again.”

She loved it when he talked like that, and when he called her baby. They both increased the speed and intensity of their movements until she screamed his name and dropped her forehead to his shoulder. That one orgasm was more intense than the two she’d had last night. How was that possible? Oh, who cared! As long as he continued to make love to her like that, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to her and her body. If she wasn’t a hundred percent sure before—and she was—there were no doubts now. Amy was head over heels in love with Brett Hudson, the kind of love that would destroy her if not reciprocated by him. She just hoped to hell Brett felt the same.

It took several moments for the tremors to ease from her body, leaving her limp and spent. Brett showered her shoulder and collarbone with kisses. She stroked the nape of his neck, holding on to him for as long as she could.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this, of you,” he said in between kisses.

“Mmm,” she said sleepily. “Me either.” They sat like that, in each other’s arms for several more minutes before Amy finally pulled away. “I’m starving.”

Brett laughed. “Me too.”

Reluctantly, Amy got off his lap and out of bed. She searched for her cell phone and turned it on, using the screen as a flashlight to help find her clothes. Brett did the same, and as soon as he was dressed, he went downstairs to find and light some candles. When she was sure he was out of sight, she did a little happy dance and squealed with excitement. She and Brett were together! For a little while, anyway. It was a dream come true. Finding a clean pair of black, silk panties and a matching silk tank top, she put them on and went downstairs to help Brett.

He’d found an entire cabinet full of candles and had lit half of them by the time she made it to the kitchen where he had the unlit ones spread across the table. The living room and part of the kitchen was aglow in candlelight. It would be romantic if it wasn’t necessary.

Brett stopped with the lighter halfway to the wick of the candle he was holding. “What’re you wearing?”

Amy smiled. “What?” she asked innocently. “There’s no power, the air doesn’t work, and it’s hot in here.”

He devoured her with his eyes for a moment before finally speaking again. “You’re wearing fuck me clothes,” he said as he turned his attention back to lighting the candles.

“So what if I am? What’re you going to do about it?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’m going to fuck you.” He lit another candle. “Repeatedly.”

Amy’s breath caught in her throat. His words dripped with promise, and the way he said that, so calm and self-assured, had her squeezing her thighs together to stop the throbbing in her clit. She swallowed hard when Brett put the lighter down and came toward her. He trailed his hand over her ass cheek and down her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You’re lucky I don’t rip this off you, bend you over this table, and take you right now.” His voice was deeply sexual, husky.

Her heart took off like a runaway freight train, pounding in her chest so hard she thought she would break a rib. “That could be fun,” she said.

“Better yet,” Brett lifted her up, set her on the counter, and stood between her legs, “maybe I’ll just tease you until you beg for my cock.” He pressed his thumb to her panties and circled it on her clit.

Amy sucked in a breath and opened her legs a little wider, loving the way he touched her, stroking her desire to an out-of-control level. Then again, simply being around him had that effect on her. He didn’t have to tease her to get her to beg. She was willing to do that at any given time. She groaned when Brett stopped touching her. “Two can play this game, y’know?”

He put his hands on the counter on either side of her legs, put his face inches from hers, and said, “Let the games begin.”

Brett’s ringing cell phone prevented Amy from responding. He pulled it from his back pocket, looked at the screen, smiled, and then answered. “Hello?”

“Are you dead in a ditch somewhere or did you forget how to use that fancy cell phone of yours?”

It was Brett’s mom. From the tone and level of her voice, Amy knew Ginny wasn’t happy with Brett. Amy smiled. Mrs. Hudson was funny when she got angry with Brett. She was also feisty as hell.

“No, Mom, I’m fine.” He put the call on speaker and held it away from his ear. “There’s no need to yell.”

“Brett Matthew Hudson! Do not tell your mother not to yell when you promised to call and haven’t. One minute you’re in the basement of the church and the next you’re on a plane flying across the country with no warning at all. And before you say anything, leaving a message on our answering machine is not acceptable. What the heck is wrong with you? Why on earth would you go on your honeymoon alone? You should be with people who care about you, who can help you through this.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, fighting to suppress a smile. Amy eyed him curiously. What was he up to? “I should’ve let you know that I was leaving, and I should’ve called to let you know I was okay.”

Amy leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He wasn’t a momma’s boy, but he did love and respect his mother—a quality Amy always admired and loved.

“Damn right you should have.” Ginny sighed. “So, how are you? Are you doing okay? You’re eating and taking care of yourself right?”

“Yes, Mom.” Brett rolled his eyes.

Amy smacked him on the chest and mouthed the words, “Be nice.”

“I’m fine, I promise. I’m eating and relaxing and taking care of myself,” he said.

“Are you sleeping?” Ginny pressed.

Brett looked at Amy and winked. “Not as much as I should be.”

Amy felt her face flush with warmth. She hoped to God Brett didn’t tell his mother about them. Not yet, anyway. Amy was still adjusting to the idea, and she wanted to keep Brett—and their new relationship—all to herself for a little bit longer.

“You shouldn’t be alone, Brett. Please, come home. You can stay with me and your father for a few days. Your brother is still here, too.”

“Mom.” He laughed. “I’m not alone.”

“You’re not? Well…who’re you with?” Ginny paused for a brief moment, and then added, “Oh, Brett, please don’t tell me you met someone.”

He laughed again. “Relax, Mom, I’m here with Amy.”

“Amy? What…how…? You put her on the phone right now.”

“Okay, hold on.” Brett turned the speaker off and held the phone behind his back. Then he captured Amy’s lips in a kiss that took her momentarily by surprise. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, savoring the taste of his tongue probing her mouth, of his soft lips working against hers. He broke the kiss and whispered, “Don’t tell her about us, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” She knew why she didn’t want to tell Ginny, but why didn’t Brett want her to know? He handed her the phone and she took it. “Hello, Mrs. Hudson.” Amy hopped down off the counter and walked into the living room.

“Oh, Amy, dear, I’m so glad to hear you’re with Brett. Tell me, how’s he doing? Honestly.”

Amy turned to look at Brett, who was leaning against the counter and smiling at her. “He’s doing just fine, Mrs. Hudson, I promise. I’m taking good care of him.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. Whatever you do, do not let him go back to that horrid woman.”

Amy laughed. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

“Good. When you get back, Dean and I want to have you over for dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She glanced at Brett. He had a look on his face that said, “What are you getting me into?” Amy waved her fingers at him, and then turned her back on him.

“Okay, you two take care and have fun. Be sure my son calls me tomorrow.”

“I will.” Amy hung up; then handed the phone back to Brett.

“So? What did she say?”

“That I was to take care of you, make sure you don’t go back to that horrid woman, and that I had to come over for dinner when we got back.”

Brett laughed. He took the phone from her hand and pulled her into his arms. “I have to agree with my mom’s orders this time.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He closed the short distance between them and slanted his lips over hers, kissing her with a soft determination. “At least I don’t have to worry about my parents liking you.”

Amy laughed. “You really are such a dork.”

“Okay, well this dork is going to go get us some food. What do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

He winked. “You got it.” He headed toward the door, and then stopped. Turning around and walking back to her, he slid his hand over her cheek and into her hair. Brett kissed the top of her head and said, “I’m so sorry, Amy.”

She turned her face up to look at him. “For what?”

“For not seeing what’s been right in front of me all this time.”

“Don’t be sorry. You had no idea how I felt about you,” she whispered.

He put his hands on either side of her face and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re my best friend. I should’ve known.”

She pressed her lips to his and answered him with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her back and held her tight to his body. Kissing him, being in his arms would never get old. Amy was exactly where she always wanted to be, and she would do whatever it took to keep things just as they were right then.