Page 40 of Daring Destiny

Brennan tilts his head questioningly. “Yeah, but it’s been a while and I don’t want to hurt you. This feels so fucking phenomenal, once I start moving I won’t be able to stop.”

“It’s all good, I want this,” I assure him. “Unleash your inner beast if you must.”

He chuckles and pushes up on his hands, moving faster. Harder. All the while watching my face to make sure he’s not hurting me.

He’s not. I’m in heaven. My pussy clenches around him, loving the way the thick, ridge of his crown hits me just right, shooting electrical sparks down my spine with each pass.

I reach above me and push on the headboard, getting the perfect leverage to tip my hips up to meet him. Our tempo quickens. We’re sweating. Panting. Moaning. Keening. I’m clenching him so hard he winces, trying to stave off his own release before I go over again.

Resting my feet on his calves, I clench down and shift my angle so his pubic bone hits my clit.Holymotherfuckinghell. It’s like a magic button has been pressed and I explode in a wonderland of glittery pleasure. “Ohmyyyyygoddd.”

“Fuck.” He grips my hips and pounds into me until he groans long and low, his entire body shuddering as he empties inside me.

Holding himself against the headboard, he manages to catch his breath with his cock embedded inside me. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life.

I can deny it to myself all I want, but there’s only one thought going through my mind.

I’m in love.

With another unavailable man.

sixteen

Brennan

Two Days Later

I’veneverspentanentire day at a spa.

Hell, I’ve never even spent an hour in one before today. But here I am, lying face down on a plush massage table, with a therapist working CBD oil into my muscles like she’s some kind of magician. Knots I didn’t even know existed are unraveling and my mind is tranquil, floating in a sea of ambient spa music.

Astrid booked us for the entire day. We’ve already had a hydrating facial, a sugar body polish and some hot oil treatment to, apparently, “rejuvenate my scalp,” whatever that means.

All I know is I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed. There’s a steady rhythm to the therapist’s hands. The pressure is aggressively perfect. She works her way down my back. The faint sound of water trickling from some nearby fountain and the scent of lavender lulls me into a dreamlike state.

So far from my usual day-to-day it feels like I’m hallucinating.

“B?” Astrid’s quiet voice breaks through the soft haze.

“Hmm?”

“You okay over there?” I hear the amusement in her voice, though I can’t see her.

I manage to mumble, “I think I’m in heaven.”

Her laugh is light and playful. It tugs at something deep in my chest. I need to be with her. All the time. Burying myself in work isn’t fun without her. Not when everything’s going to shit. Astrid and I seem to have weathered a huge separation pretty well, and I don’t want to test our boundaries anymore.

My therapist finishes up with one last, satisfying press into my lower back, and I let out a contented sigh. When I sit up, I glance over at Astrid. Her hair’s tied up in a towel, her skin glows from whatever magic they worked on her.

“Should we relax before we head back up to the room?” Her lips curl into a smile as she pushes herself off the table.

I rub the back of my neck as I stand. “I’m not sure I can walk. My legs are noodles.”

“You’ll be fine.” She slips her arm through mine as we head down the labyrinth of lush pathways bordered by citrus trees to the lounge area by the pool.

This resort is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, Everywhere you look, there’s something beautiful—a croquet lawn, fire pits, gardens full of flowering bushes and, of course, the towering palms. I’m beginning to understand Connor and Ronni’s lifestyle a little better.

We grab a couple of retro-chic deck chairs by the pool and settle side-by-side. The sunlight filters through the palms, casting long shadows on the ground. When I breathe in, the air smells of eucalyptus, orange, and lemon. The atmosphere is so peaceful and calming, I feel centered and clearheaded. I’m not sure I’ll ever want to leave, at this point.