Chapter 16: Quiet, Nate

Brody shut his bedroom door and locked it.

The click was the loudest sound in the house.

"Nate's downstairs," I said.

"Nate wears headphones when he plays video games."

"Then he can't hear us."

"He can't hear anything."

I pushed him against the door and kissed him.

He made a rough noise into my mouth and his hands went to my hips and gripped.

I got his hoodie off him again, then his shirt, and I laid my mouth on the bruise at his shoulder.

He let his head fall back against the wood.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

"You. Naked."

"Yours first."

I pulled my sweater off.

He undid my bra with one hand, and it fell, and he cupped my breasts and thumbed my nipples until I was leaning on him.

"God, your tits," he said. "I've thought about them every day this week."

"Which day was worst?"

"Tuesday. You wore the gray cardigan."

I laughed against his throat.

He shoved my jeans down, and I stepped out of them.

He pushed his own down, and his cock stood hard and flushed against his stomach.

I took it in my hand.

He swore.

I stroked him slowly, base to head, with my thumb sweeping over the wet tip.

"Maggie."

"Say it."

"I need to fuck you."

"Then do it."

He turned me and pressed me to the door with my palms flat on the wood.

His chest was hot against my back.

He kissed the side of my neck, and one hand slid around my waist and down between my legs.

"You're soaked," he said into my ear.

"You did that."

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