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)
“Yeah,” Brooks agreed, sighing hard. “I’ll never fucking forgive myself for not reaching out again until it was too late.”
“He knew you loved him,” I told Brooks. “I think he always thought what you did. That you’d cross paths again, and it would all be like it used to. There were never any hard feelings. Adulthood just… it’s so much more complicated. I don’t think I ever truly appreciated that when he was taking care of me.
“And, in a way, it’s even worse now. Because I don’t have him to turn to. He always had the answers when I didn’t know what to do.”
“You got me,” Brooks offered. “And if I don’t have the answers, someone at the club will. You’re not alone, Cal. I know that there’s no replacing Clay. Trust me, I get that. But you have people.”
I wanted to believe him more than anything.
But things were so new.
I was afraid of getting too attached, getting my hopes too high.
“Hey,” Brooks said, suddenly grabbing the chains of my swing, pulling me to a stop, his gaze intense. “Seeing some doubt there,” he told me. “And I just want to be really fucking clear here. You have me. You will always have me. Whether you want me this way we got going on right now or not, you have me.”
“I don’t think it’s possible for me to not want you… this way,” I told him. “I’ve been wanting you this way for as long as I can remember.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, but there was a mischievous light in his eyes that suggested he had a clue about this before.
The thing was, when we first reconnected, there’d been none of that knowledge in his eyes. So, that just left me with one conclusion to make.
“Sage.”
“If she asks, make sure you tell her that I didn’t tell,” he said. “Can’t imagine I got a shot with you if I can’t stay in your girl’s good graces.”
I liked that more than I probably should have. That he wanted to be on Sage’s good side. That he understood that her feelings and opinions had weight in my life.
“She loves you,” I told him. “And she is the worst secret keeper in the whole wide world, so she had no place to talk even if you did spill the beans.”
“Did you really write our names in hearts?”
“Names in hearts, my first name with your last name. The whole thing.”
“Did you plan our wedding?” he teased.
“Down to the music. But I have a feeling that the old, cheesy pop songs I originally wrote down likely haven’t stood the test of time.”
“I gotta hear this list,” he said, smiling.
“I also don’t think the empire-waisted dress of my dreams would work on my grown-up body type.”
“You’d look perfect in anything.”
“You’re just saying that because you want to get lucky tonight,” I said, even if his words were doing that gooey thing to my chest again.
“Feeling lucky just being here with you like this,” he said, and it was just this side of being cheesy. Which, of course, only intensified the warm and gushy.
“So, you don’t want me to come back to the clubhouse and show you all my favorite parts of your body?”
His eyes flashed.
“I’m a good man, not a monk,” he said, using the chains of my swing to pull me up, holding me aloft for long enough to seal his lips to mine. It was just hard and needy enough to have a moan escaping me.
“You better get me out of here before we move that getting arrested thing up on my bucket list,” I said, feeling him smile against my lips.
We barely made it inside his room before our hands were all over each other.
I tugged off his cut, then his shirt, stretching the neck out in the process, but he didn’t seem to notice as he peeled my shorts and panties off, then started to tease his finger up my cleft as I struggled with his button and zipper.
A throaty moan escaped me as he pressed his thumb against my clit as two fingers slipped inside me.
“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured as I finally got his pants off his hips, then reached to slide his boxers down as well, before taking him in my hand.
“You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth?” he groaned as I started stroking him.
“Yes,” I gasped as his fingers worked me harder, faster.
He was backing me up then until the bed stopped me.
I lost his fingers with a pathetically needy whimper.
“You know I’ll take real good care of your pussy, baby,” he said, his voice a caress that brought out shivers as he fisted his cock, then placed a hand at the back of my neck, prompting, but not pushing.
Not that he needed to.