"What are you doing, Miranda?" She hugged herself at the sound of that deep rumble.
"N-nothing. Just—I'm sorry about today, okay? With Sean, I don't—that is to say, I didn't—"
"I know. He explained." That golden gaze flashed in the darkness. She could feel the heat of his skin, so tantalizingly close. The broad expanse of his chest laid out in front of her. The urge to reach out and touch was overwhelming. Randi's fingers tightened on her arms.
"Did he now?" She took a breath, trying to ignore the fluttering in low down in her stomach. "You two have a chat, is it?"
"I don't want to talk about your ex, Doc."
"Then what do you want to talk about, Brass?"
"I don't want to talk at all. I've got better things to do with my mouth."
She raised her eyes to his, her knees going weak, "Brass—"
Whatever she had been going to say ended in a squeal as Brass took her by the arms, lifting her off her feet, his lips covering hers. Firm and hot, stealing her breath.
He tasted sweet, like cherry pop with a hint of spice. The warmth of his chest teased her nipples to tight points. He was so big, blocking out the night, seeming to be everywhere at once, except where she suddenly wanted him most. Inside her.
Whimpering against his mouth, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Brass growled in approval, pressing hard against her as their tongues tangled together
She could feel the wetness sliding from inside her as his thick erection rubbed against her core through their clothes. Randi couldn't think, she was drowning in sensation, the need for him closing over her head, taking her under. Her clit throbbed in time with her nipples, the pounding in her heart.
Brass's big hand slipped to her ass, lifting her up, fitting her even more intimately against him.
When she cried out, he nipped her lower lip. "Shhh, Doc. We don't want company."
His tongue ran over the sting as Brass turned toward his house. In several long strides they were at the door, long shadows falling over them as he pushed it open.
It was dark inside.
She only got the faintest impression of a lot of open space, before he spun around and pressed her back against the door.
"You're hot for me, aren't you, Miranda?" he breathed in her ear.
There was the slide of him between her legs again. Her head fell back, her eyelashes fluttering.
She couldn't form words, but he did. They were a rough rumble against her skin as he tore the robe from her with one hand. "I can smell you. So sweet." She watched it fall from his fingers, fingers he then hooked in the panties that were all she wore besides a soft loose t-shirt.
With one yank, the panties were gone. Air rushed between her legs, cool against the heat and wetness there. Randi bit her lip, watching Brass's nostrils flare. In the next second, he was on his knees, almost taller than she was standing, his hands lifting her higher.
"Legs around my shoulders," he growled. "Now."
Randi tried to obey, but she was shaking so badly Brass had to help.
Then her thighs were draped over those slick sculpted muscles that rolled and bunched as he moved, her back against the door.
"Shirt off." His eyes never left her as Randi complied. With a whisper of fabric, she was naked. It had been at least 4 years since she'd been totally bare in front of a man. And never a man like this. Yet, she didn't feel nervous under his gaze, the way Brass looked at her left no doubt in her mind how desirable he found her. The heat there threatened to set fire to the air.
His eyes darkened to a dark burnished gold that exactly matched his name. Randi had never wanted a man more in her life.
Brass stared at her. It was almost as if he'd never seen a woman before.
In a way he hadn't, not like this. She was a feast for the eyes. Her breasts were full and up thrust with large pink nipples that tautened under his gaze, making his mouth water. Miranda was tiny, but rich in curves, with full hips and an ass that filled his big hands to overflowing. Brass squeezed hard and was rewarded with a moan.
She was so soft …and wet. His gaze dropped to her pussy. It was beautiful, lightly feathered with dark hair. Dark pink glistened under swollen lips, the smell of her making him ravenous. Brass growled so loudly Randi whimpered.
He looked up, his jaw tight.
"Are you scared?" She shook her head soundlessly, dark hair mussed around that pale face, but he could feel her trembling. "Maybe you should be, Miranda. Because I'm claiming you tonight. In every way."
He bent his head, running his tongue up that maddening slit, coaxing out her clit, until it hardened and pulsed. Her fingers had sunk into his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it in her hands as she rocked against him. Her soft cries and the slight sting only served to add to his frenzy as he devoured her. He couldn't wait to make her come and he knew she was already close. So close.
Brass snarled, thrusting his tongue as far as he could into that tight wet sheath. Between his legs his cock ached to the point of pain, huge and heavy with need.
He needed her to come almost more than he needed to breath. He pressed her tighter against his face, alternating between fucking her with his tongue and sucking her clit. In seconds she was breaking apart in his hands, her juices flooding warm against his lips.
Brass got to his feet instantly, ignoring her gasping squeals as her hands flew around his neck. He wasn't sure how they got to his bed. He was so focused on getting there he noticed nothing else. Brass only knew he had to take Miranda for the first time in his bed, nothing else would do.
When he dropped her into it, she bounced, then stared up at him, her big gray eyes going wider and wider as he stripped silently. When his pants went flying and he stood at the foot of the bed, cock in hand, she appeared to be stop breathing. "Dear God in Heaven, Brass," she whispered. "I—"
He saw the fear in her eyes and pounced before it could build further, covering her small trembling body with his hot, hard one. He took her mouth, stealing away her protests, her fears…soothing her flesh with his hands. Soon she was sighing into his mouth, her nipples pebbled against his palms as she moved against him.
"You want me, Miranda."
"God knows I do," she moaned as he slid his thigh between her silken legs, rubbing the heat at her core until she was fisting the covers, arching up to rub against him. The slickness of her sex against his skin had him gritting his teeth.
"Then trust me. I won't hurt you, baby. I promise." No matter what it costs me, he thought with a growl as his balls tightened to the point of pain.
She took a deep breath, looking into his face. She was pale as the starlight, luminescent in the dark. He intended to take her to the stars tonight.
She nodded once. "I do trust you, Brass. I do."
He smiled and cupped her breasts in his palms, kneading them gently. "Then lay back and close your eyes, Doc. Don't open them until I tell you to."
She did as he ordered, her heart fluttering madly. Seeing him naked again had been a shock. He had seemed big before, but he hadn't been fully hard then. And now, knowing what was eminent between them…
Something brushed her nipple, rough and delicious, scattering her thoughts. Then wet heat engulfed the tight peak. His mouth, sucking hard, making her mindless. Every draw of his lips there seemed to tug at her clit, making her inner muscles clench. Oh, she needed to be filled. She didn't care if it hurt anymore, she just wanted him inside her.
"Brass—"
"Shhhh, I know." His fingers were between her legs, stroking her folds, opening her. Then his finger, pressing at her entrance, sliding inside slow and thick.
Behind her lids her eyes rolled. Her hands ran up his arms, feeling the muscles bunched hard there, the tension. He was holding back so much, the power under her palms was leashed, but barely. She shivered. "Easy, baby." Another finger joined the first, stretching her wide as he twisted his hand.
Lights burst behind Randi's eyelids as pleasure lit up every nerve she had. Her wetness coated his hand, she could feel it dripping down her thighs. Suddenly his fingers were gone and she cried out in protest, her hips arching up, needing that sweet hard pressure. Then it was back. Times ten. Slick and smooth, his tip pressed against her. Randi's head fell back, Brass's lips warm on her throat as he pushed inside her.
Oh god, it felt so good.
So fucking good.
But it was too much. Too much. Her head thrashed on the pillow, his teeth sank into her skin, right where her neck met her shoulder. Just enough pressure to hold her still as his hips thrust slowly, so slowly. Her eyes flew open as he sank into her body. She gasped for air, feeling his soft growl against her skin, the tightening of his teeth.
Always on the verge of pain, but never quite tipping over that edge, Brass forced his way deeper as Randi gasped for air. She'd never felt anything like him inside her, never.
And she never wanted it to stop.
Sweat slicked his body before his cock was buried fully in Randi. The feel of her was maddening; slippery and so damn tight he could feel every flutter of her sweet pussy as she lay beneath him.
If she had moved he would have been lost and Brass knew it. But she seemed to sense the need for stillness, submitting instinctively to the warning of his teeth on her flesh. Her pulse raced against his lips.
Even her hands had gone quiet on his shoulders. There was only the feel of their joined bodies, the tension stretched to the breaking point...
She whimpered and the small sound broke his hold on himself. With a snarl, Brass pulled out of her and thrust again, in one swift movement, deep and hard into that soft body.
Randi screamed, her nails on his back drawing blood. Brass shuddered, trying to stop, even as his hips rocked of their own accord, seeking that tight pleasure that fisted his cock so sweetly. He lifted his mouth from her skin, sucking in a ragged breath, trying to control his raging body, but—
"Don't stop," she breathed, "please God, don't you fucking stop, Brass."
With a snarl that rattled the windowpanes, he did just as his mate ordered, riding her hard. Lifting her hips into each of his thrusts, the headboard flying into the wall with a resounding crack before it started to splinter apart.
Brass couldn't tear his eyes from her, her lush body shaking with pleasure, her gaze locked on his. He bent his head as he felt the end near.
"You're mine forever now, Doc." He whispered it in her ear, just before his teeth sank into her skin. The faint taste of her blood burst over his tongue as Randi bucked under him, coming hard. Her muscles closed on his cock in a pulsing wave that seemed to go on and on. Brass yanked them both upright as his release struck, releasing his seed inside her without a thought or a sound, hot jets that seeped out of her body as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, shaking with sudden breathless laughter.
"Oh my god, that wasn't sex, Brass. That was….perfect."
He smiled as he pulled her down on top of him, licking the shallow wound he'd given her as she curled up in his arms. Brass had to agree. He'd expected sharing sex with his mate to be amazing, but it had been more than that.
It had been everything.
Whatever Randi was hiding, whatever was going on with her kids, he'd convince her to go to Justice and sort it out.
But either way, there was no way in hell he was giving her up. If they threw her out of Homeland, he was going with her.
Sorry its been so long. Been busy with other projects. Thanks for reading and being patient! More SOON!