Forced Proximity (Bluebell House Duet Book 1)
Forced Proximity: Chapter 31

“Room six,” the bodyguard dude announced, unlocking the door in question and opening it. He gave the key to Brodie, then ducked inside to check the room was safe before returning to us with a nod. “Delany and I will be next door, in room seven.”

Brodie gestured for me to enter ahead of him and I failed to stifle my small groan of disappointment.

“Two beds,” he said aloud, scowling at the offending furniture in question. It wasn’t the worst motel in the world, but it was definitely not a hotel by any stretch of the imagination. It was clean, basic, and somewhat dated.

I bit back a grin and sat on the end of one bed to slide my high heels off. “You don’t snore, do you? Maybe I should swap rooms with Delany.”

Brodie chuckled, shaking his head. “Coming from Little Miss Screaming Nightmares?” He poked around at the TV unit, checking in the drawers and cupboards. “Oh yay, a mini-bar.” He pulled out a can of grape soda and cracked the top of it.

Returning to the beds, he sat on the other one and gestured for me to put my feet up in his lap, across the gap. I did so, and almost melted when he took one in his strong hand, rubbing the arch in a long stroke.

“Fuuuuck…” I moaned, collapsing backward as my foot spasmed. I’d fallen out of the habit of wearing heels, so I hadn’t realized how much my feet were cramping until now.

“Whoops,” Brodie exclaimed, his hand pausing. “Uh, I spilled my drink.”

I sat up to see what he was talking about and eyed the puddle of purple soda on the bedspread near him. “Oh no. What a shame,” I said with deadpan expression. “You can’t sleep there now. I guess we will have to share.”

The grin that lit up his face was brighter than the sun itself. “Thank fuck!” Then he launched across the gap, tackling me flat onto the floral comforter and slamming his lips to mine.

Laughter sparkled between our kisses as he rolled us over and I straddled his waist, grinding against his already-hard length. Suddenly we weren’t joking around anymore, and there was no one interrupting us.

“Shit,” Brodie groaned between kisses. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this, but I don’t have protection.”

Surprise saw me sitting up straighter, which allowed him to reach for the zipper of my dress and tug it down. “Seriously?” I asked, bemused. “You spent two hours of that movie getting me worked up in a horny mess, but you didn’t bring any condoms?”

He rolled his eyes at my teasing. “I did, actually. They’re in my car, though.”

I bit my lip, anticipation fluttering through me like the most diabolical butterflies. “I don’t even know how to say this without sounding…whatever. I’ve got an IUD, so if you⁠—”

“I’m clean so that’s good enough for me,” he enthused, basically tearing my dress as he whipped it over my head, then inhaled sharply. “Holy shit, Evie. You’re gorgeous.” His hands cupped my breasts through the sheer bra I’d worn, teasing my nipples into hardened points. His teeth indented his lower lip as he played, his gaze heavy. Wanting more of that reaction from him, I reached behind and unclipped my bra clasp, letting the fabric loosen in his grip.

He swallowed visibly and my breath caught when he tossed the garment aside.

“Perfection,” he breathed. Then he grabbed my waist and flipped our positions once more, pinning me to the bed as his mouth found my left nipple.

My cry was louder than I intended as I threaded my fingers through his soft hair, throwing my head back against the sensation of his mouth laving the hard peak of my nipple.

He moved to the other side, giving it just as much attention, and I was dying with how good it felt. I’d never realized how much stimulation could come from my nipples, but already my body was heated, with a heavy pressure settling low between my legs.

“Brodie,” I gasped, moving against him as desperation fueled me. “Please.”

Brodie chuckled, his mouth hot against my skin. “Please what, Evie babe? You’re going to need to use your words with me.”

Oh fuck. Words were hard. “I need to come. I need you to make me come right the fuck now.”

Okay, maybe not that hard at all.

Brodie’s eyes darkened as he stared up from my chest, taking in my expression. “Holy shit you’re hot, Evie. So freaking hot. I’m going to fucking devour you, babe.”

He wasted no time kissing his way down my stomach, ripping my panties off so he could settle between my naked thighs. On instinct, I spread them farther to accommodate him, and he immediately shifted positions to throw them over his shoulders as he nudged in closer, his face right against my core.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he murmured, giving me a searing look before he licked from my ass to my clit in one movement. The groan that escaped him was almost as erotic as the motion of his tongue as he flattened it against my cunt and lapped at me.

“Fuck.” He pressed harder, licking and sucking, as the pleasure slammed into me with so much force that my ass almost lifted from the bed. Brodie’s strong hold around my thighs kept me down, and even when I fought to move, he didn’t let go.

“Oh god. Brodie. Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I arched my top half off the bed, my fingers tightening in his hair as I came so hard that darkness danced on the edge of my vision. Brodie didn’t stop his delicious assault on my pussy, swiping through my release as he devoured me. When he reached my clit, he gave it the same attention my nipples had gotten, and I was already panting and well on my way to a second orgasm.

My body was so sensitive that when he slid one and then a second finger inside me, curling them up to press against my G-spot, I shattered against him once more.

“So fucking responsive,” he groaned, the sounds obscene as he growled and lapped against me. “You’re better than anything I could have dreamed up, if I knew to dream of perfection.”

“Brodie Keller,” I panted, writhing against his hold. “You’re—fuck.”

“I am fuck,” he confirmed. “As in, I’m about to fuck you.”

He slid his fingers free, leaving me achingly empty as his tongue swiped two more times from my ass to my clit, as if he couldn’t stand to leave one drop of my release behind. “You’re delicious,” he said as he rose up and settled between my thighs. “You want to taste?”

He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he slid the two fingers that had been inside me into my mouth. “Taste yourself, babe. Taste how fucking delicious you are.”

I sucked those digits deeper, rolling my tongue over the lengths, groaning at the sensation of tasting myself and Brodie together. “Good, right?” he said, watching me closely, his pupils dilating as I sucked harder.

“More,” I huffed. “I need more.”

His wicked grin was the only warning I got before he slammed his full, thick length inside me.

A long rasp of air released from me, and normally I’d have needed a few seconds to adjust to his size, but Brodie didn’t give me any time at all as he pulled all the way out and thrust deeply again, over and over, his mouth meeting mine as he kissed me with the same fervor that he’d eaten my pussy.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he repeated between kisses, “I’m not going to last long. For the first time.”

An orgasm was racing up my spine as he spoke, so it wasn’t going to be any issue for me.

“Wait?” I gasped. “First time?”

He moved harder and faster, his movement less smooth as he lost control. “Oh yeah, baby girl. This is only the beginning. I hope you weren’t expecting to sleep.”

He swallowed my scream in a kiss as my entire body shook, and I found my third release since we’d entered the room. Hot damn. Brodie Keller could fuck like no one’s business, and as he left me gasping and sated, I couldn’t even replace it in myself to care where all his experience came from.

His cock thickened inside me as he groaned. “Evie babe.” He jerked harder inside me before slowing each thrust, drawing out both of our pleasure as the final tremors rocked through me.

My breaths were ragged as he collapsed against me, only his forearms on either side of me keeping his full weight from crushing me. Not that I’d have cared in my current sated state. I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel my legs again after coming that hard three times in a row.

Brodie’s harsh breaths joined with mine, until eventually he lifted his head and stared right into my soul. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Evelyn. Like…almost fucking certain.”

Oh, shit. Before I could process those words and somehow form a response, he leaned down and kissed me again. This time it was slower, our bodies still locked together, as his tongue gently caressed mine.

Flutters in my core started to emerge as he moved against me, and I wondered if he’d just remained hard even after he came. Brodie fucked me much slower the second time, and when I orgasmed, it was deeper than it had been before. Stronger. Filled with more emotions that I had no idea what to do with.

It wasn’t that I had no feelings for him. I had many, many feelings for this guy, but it was also complicated. “You don’t have to overthink it,” he whispered to me after we both shattered again. “There are no rules or timeframe for this. We just do what feels right for as long as it feels right.”

Staring up into the intensity of his gaze, I decided that I’d take his advice and, for once, not overthink it. Brodie hadn’t asked me to marry him or for a monogamous relationship. He knew about Ethan and that complicated situation, and he was cool to keep exploring our attraction. Which worked for me. “Okay, let’s just take it day by day,” I whispered, and then desperate for more of him, I placed one of my knees flat and used the other to nudge him over so I was on top. “My turn to fuck you now, movie star.”

He threw his arms back and smiled the biggest shit-eating grin. “You say the sweetest stuff, Evie babe.” Whatever else he was about to say was jumbled into groans as I sank down onto his once-again-hard length, and I forgot everything including my name as I started to ride him.

The rest of our time in the hotel was spent fucking in every position we could replace. At one point, after I collapsed in exhaustion on Brodie’s chest, he started to trace the still-red and angry scar on my back, and I didn’t feel an urge to move away. I was done hiding my scars, trauma, and secrets from those I cared about. This was who I was now, and Brodie seemed to be okay with it.

“I almost lost you that day,” he whispered, and in my fatigued state, I couldn’t quite figure out what he meant.

“I’m right here,” I murmured sleepily, reassuring him as he’d done for me in the theatre. “Always here with you.” He pressed kisses to my skin until we were once again busy.

When his security knocked to let us know the accident had cleared and we were good to go, we grabbed a quick shower together, too spent to do more than prop ourselves against the wall, while attempting to use the cheap hotel soap bars to wash off our hours of screwing. “I think I need a drip to replenish my bodily fluids,” Brodie groaned. “If it wasn’t for me eating your puss–”

I slapped his chest, snorting out laughter. “Stop it. You’re perfectly fine. You only came six times.”

I had to add another ten to mine, which was an absolute record that I hoped we’d beat the next time we had this opportunity.

When we were dressed in our clothes from last night, Brodie led me toward the SUV. “What are you going to do about Ethan?” he asked as we got into the back. “He rang a dozen times last night.”

I hadn’t even checked my phone, and when I pulled it from my little clutch, it was completely dead. Shit. He wasn’t going to be happy.

“Did you tell him what happened with the accident?”

Brodie nodded, settling back in with his arm over my shoulders so I could rest against his chest. “Yep, but he’s still pissed off. I just want to prepare you for what you might walk in on.”

Burying my face against his chest, I debated suggesting we just head back to our crappy little motel for a few more days. “Andrew too?” I guessed.

There was a snort of laughter that told me everything. Our bubble was burst, and I was about to walk into the line of fire.