Begin Again (Beautiful #2) by Tamsyn Bester Page A

Brody was watching me. His gaze was hot and determined and it angered me. The music had changed to a heavy RnB song and Sienna had made the most of the opportunity to bump and grind up against Brody, touching him in ways that could be considered public indecency. She obviously didn’t notice him fucking me with his eyes.
    I slammed another drink back, squeezing my eyes shut when my head started swimming. I’d started to go numb, my mind going blank. The glass the hit the table and everyone jumped, staring at me. I didn’t care. Not right then anyway. Mission accomplished, I thought. I sent Brody a polite “fuck you” with my eyes, a message only he would be able to see, and spun on my heel before making way through the crowd to get to the bathroom. I waited in line and a few minutes later, someone grabbed my arm. “What the - “
    My words disappeared when I looked up and saw that it was Brody who’d grabbed my arm. He started dragging me further down the hall, past the men’s bathroom and towards the storeroom. “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to pry my arm free. His grip was too strong and the alcohol I had consumed had made my ability to fight him weaken. He opened the door to the storeroom and dragged me behind him before shutting the door.
    “Brody, what - ” His lips crashed into mine before I could finish my sentence. They were hot and wet and so familiar. I pulled away, shaking my head. Those lips had been kissing another woman only minutes before and now he was kissing me? Yeah, I don’t think – all coherent thought left my brain when Brody lifted me up and pushed my tight, black dress past my hips. He held my thighs and pressed his erection between my legs. He hadn’t said a single word since he’s dragged me into the smelly storeroom and while the lighting was bad, I could see his intentions written on his face. I’d lost my self-restraint about one minute ago and when he ground his erection against my wet thong a second time, I surrendered. Our lips collided in a heated, passionate kiss and his hands moved up while mine pushed through his hair. There was no other sound aside from our heavy breathing and it had a heady affect on me. My blood boiled and I was so turned on it was painful. I heard the rip of my underwear, the pull of a zipper and the tearing of a condom wrapper. Brody lifted me higher and started sucking on my neck as he pushed his hard cock into me. I bit my lip to stop from screaming out and gasped audibly when he was buried inside me to the hilt. It had been a year since I’d last had sex and while it took me a moment to adjust to Brody’s size, I reveled in the way he filled me up, the way we fitted each other so perfectly you’d think we were made for each other.
    Brody sighed, and bit my neck as his hips started moving. I held on tighter and he started pumping into me until the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room. It wasn’t making love. It was fucking. Hot, uninhibited, forget-your-own-name fucking. It had been so long since we’d been like this but before I could overanalyze it, my orgasm attacked without warning. Brody kissed me, suppressing my scream and pushed into me hard and fast while he chased his own orgasm. When he grunted and shook in my arms, my head collapsed on his shoulders. My chest heaved and I fought to catch my breath. Brody’s head came up and he looked at me, not saying anything. My post-orgasm bliss was cut short when an uneasy feeling settled over me. Brody lowered me to the floor, still remaining silent, and I righted my dress. He pulled off the condom, rolled it up in some toilet paper from one of the shelves, and tucked it into his pocket. He leaned in close and instead of kissing me on the lips he pressed a kiss to my forehead. I swear I heard him murmur “I’ll always be yours” but I couldn’t be sure because just as quickly as he’d fucked me into oblivion, he’d left and shut the door, leaving me alone. What the hell