Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He said nothing to me, as if doing so might break his concentration. So I said nothing either, just watching him as he moved around, calm and confident and capable. Which did nothing to ease the way my desire had ratcheted up when he’d been all bossy a while before.
He went into the prospect room, not emerging for a solid half an hour, the scent of bleach clinging to him even from afar, then disappeared into his own room to, I assume, bleach the hell out of the tub where he’d just washed down evidence.
He crisscrossed to the garage a few times, and I could hear him giving orders even through the closed door.
When he disappeared into the basement again, I could hear the garage door opening and closing, then the hose turning on as Nave and Sully washed the exterior of the vehicle.
I thought that would be it, but Brooks went into his room, and I heard the shower once more.
This time, though, when he emerged, his gaze sought mine, looking tired but relieved to finally get to make his way toward me.
“You okay?” I asked.
“That’s my question,” he shot back.
“I’m stealing it.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, nodding.
Then his hand went into his pocket.
When it came out, there was something dangling from his fingers.
Something familiar.
And so, so cherished.
Clay’s watch.
“You got it back,” I said, feeling the tears welling in my eyes even as Brooks lifted my hand, and slid it on my wrist.
It was way too big, slipping nearly up to my elbow as I reached up to wrap my arms around Brooks’s neck, so I could seal my lips to his.
“Thank you,” I said against them, then pressed harder, hungrier, all the worry and relief and newfound desire building to a fever pitch inside of me.
That rumbling sound moved through Brooks as he reached down, dragging me to my feet, and pulling me flush against him. The proof of his desire was hard against my stomach, making a low moan escape me.
That seemed to shred whatever was left of Brook’s control.
His hands went to my ass, sinking in, then dragging me up and off my feet by it.
I pulled up my legs, wrapping them around his hips as he turned us, and walked us toward the bedroom, slamming against the door as soon as we were inside, his hips grinding his cock against my cleft.
His lips ripped from mine, going to my neck, kissing down the column of it as my hips wiggled against him, trying to get relief from the clawing need inside.
His hands reached for the hem of my shirt, dragging it upward, forcing my arms up so he could free the material and bare me to him.
As soon as he did, he was pulling against my legs until they fell, then yanking my shorts and panties down my legs with a sort of ferocity that made me shiver.
He sank to his knees, spreading my thighs, and burying between, working me with his expert tongue until I was writhing against his face, until my hands were digging into his skull.
Only then did he slip his fingers inside of me, groaning against my clit at how drenched I was for him.
“Brooks, fuck me, please,” I begged, rocking against his mouth and fingers, but needing more. Needing him.
With that rumble I loved, he got to his feet, pulling me with him to the bed, pressing me down as he grabbed and slid on a condom, his eyes burning into me all the while.
“Get on all fours,” he demanded, dragging a moan out of me, finding myself way too turned on by bossy Brooks. Judging by the smirk playing with his lips just before I turned to do just that, he knew exactly what he was doing. “Face to mattress,” he demanded, massaging one of my ass cheeks. I was all too happy to give him what he wanted then. “Reach back and grab your ankles.”
His demands were little shocks of need across my nerve endings as I reached back, wrapping my hands around my ankles.
“Fucking love this view,” he groaned, his fingertip teasing between my lips, then circling my clit as the head of his cock pressed against me, but stubbornly refused to press inside.
“Brooks, please,” I whimpered, trying to press back into him, to take him in.
“Love the sound of you begging for my cock,” he said before grabbing my hips, yanking me back as he thrust in deep, taking every inch of me.
The sound that escaped me was almost pained it was so intense.
“Fucking love how you tighten around my cock,” he said as my walls closed around him.
I had no words then, only whimpers and moans as he started to fuck me. Hard and deep, the whole bed groaning in protest with each thrust.
The orgasm soared through me unexpectedly, making me cry out against the mattress until Brook’s hand grabbed my hair, yanking back. “I want to hear you when you come,” he growled as he kept fucking me, dragging it out. “We’re not done, he said as I greedily sucked in air, my body completely overwhelmed from the orgasm.