Chapter 24
All is Fair in Love and Wrestling…
I loved being with Brooke. I loved everything about our unconventional dates, but somehow ending up tangled together on this wrestling mat had become my favorite part of our gym session, even if it did put both my brain and dick on overload.
"I'm pretty sure this doesn't count as a workout," she giggled as I managed to pin her hands above her head, both of us breathless.
I bounced my eyebrows dramatically. "Oh," I grinned, unable to contain my smugness. "We're about to discover a whole new meaning to cardio."
She wiggled underneath me and every bit of blood left my extremities and rushed straight to my cock.
She was so fucking beautiful.
Her eyebrows scrunched together in that adorable way they did when she was processing my terrible jokes, then slowly lifted as realization dawned. But before she could deliver what was surely going to be a perfectly sarcastic comeback, I shifted quickly, rolling her on top of me in one smooth move.
"Oh no, no, no," she protested, her laughter fading as she immediately tried to distribute her weight. "I'm going to squish you like a pancake."
I couldn't help but laugh, catching her hands before she could escape. "Brooke, I want to be squished." A reluctant smile tugged at her lips, and I pulled her closer until she finally relaxed against me. "I want to be the happiest pancake in the entire breakfast kingdom."
"You're ridiculous," she mumbled, but leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before climbing off me and walking to the edge of the ring.
"I wish you could see yourself the way I do," I said softly, propping myself up on my elbows.
Her eyes found mine in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and she let out a long sigh. "It's just… easier to beat myself up before anyone else gets the chance, you know?"
I shook my head, getting to my feet and understanding that was her defense mechanism.
"Brooke, there's nothing about you that deserves beating up.
" I settled behind her. My arms were circling her waist. "You're gorgeous.
" Her head fell back against my shoulder, and I pressed a gentle kiss to that perfect spot where her neck curved into her shoulder.
"Every single part of you is beautiful, and I'm going to keep telling you until you believe me. "
My fingertips found the hem of her shirt, barely grazing the soft skin beneath. She shivered at the contact, then caught my wrist, not pulling away, just holding me there. "I'm all sweaty and gr…"
My gaze lifted, meeting hers in the mirror. "I love it when you're all hot and sweaty." The corners of my lips split into a grin. "I love making you all hot and sweaty."
"Yeah." Her teeth caught her bottom lip, and I found myself staring at that small gesture, the way it made her lip fuller, how it drew my attention to her mouth.
She was so fucking hot, and she didn't even know it.
"I like it too." Bending forward slightly, she bumped me with her ass, forcing me to take a step back.
I was almost disappointed until she grabbed the hem of her shirt and paused, sucking in a deep breath as her eyes closed, as if she were conjuring courage from the deepest depths of her soul.
"Like a lot." Her eyes opened, holding mine as she pulled her shirt off and dropped it to the mat, and then her bra.
"Fuck…" My hands ached to touch her, but she was in charge, and I fucking loved it.
She twisted to face me. Her gaze dipped, slowly, to where I was already hard for her.
That smile. Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing.
She slid her thumbs into her waistband, dragging the fabric down inch by teasing inch.
I swallowed hard, pulse thudding.
My hands followed instinct, slipping under the waistband of my shorts as her eyes lifted to mine, daring me. I shoved them to the floor.
My heart hammered. We stood there, both of us bare, both of us breathing hard. The air between us was electric. Charged. I wanted to move, needed to move, but something held me frozen. Maybe it was the way she looked at me. Maybe it was knowing that she was in control.
She was becoming more and more confident with me, trusting me more.
She stepped forward into my personal space, her hips swaying with each movement, and I bit down on my bottom lip when her breast brushed across my skin. Her eyes followed her fingertips as they traced the curves of my abs.
She had all the control in this moment, and we both knew it. I was completely at her mercy, and the realization sent a wave of heat coursing through me.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered.
"You." The word came out rougher than I intended. "Just… you."
She pushed up on her toes, and I leaned down. "Please…" Her gaze lifted, meeting mine. The heat of her breath fanned across my lips. "Fuck me."
That was it. My mouth crashed against hers as my hands grabbed her ass, pulling her up to me. Her hands slid into my hair, tugging gently. Fuck, this woman drove me insane. I lowered to my knees and eased her down to her back as I broke from the kiss.
"I want to be inside you, Brooke," I whispered against her ear. "I want to fuck you right here in front of this mirror so you can see how beautiful you are when you're riding my cock." I kissed just below her ear. "How pretty you are when you're coming for me."
"Please," she moaned, wiggling under me. "I need you."
"Fuck," I muttered, reality hitting me square in the chest. "I don't have a condom."
Her lips brushed mine. "Do you trust me enough to fuck me without one?" My eyes widened. I have always used a condom. Even with my ex-wife. "I'm on birth control and I know I'm clean…"
"More than I've ever trusted anyone." I knew I was clean.
Even though it wasn't required for my profession, blood spilled in the ring, so I got tested often.
"Do you trust me enough?" For Brooke to trust me this much was a huge step.
I would normally never agree to 'no condom,' but I knew this was forever. I knew she was my forever.
She nodded slowly. "Fuck me." She smiled. "Please."
My hands gripped her hips, and I rolled, positioning her on top of me. "You want it," I groaned as she started to grind herself over my hard length. "Take it. Take my cock. It's yours."
She shifted over me, gripping me at the base as she positioned herself like she was ready to swallow me whole.
She lowered herself slowly onto my cock, and the sensation stole my breath. Heat wrapped around me, perfect and tight, and I had to sink my teeth into my lip to keep from losing control. Not to thrust my hips up and start fucking her.
My hands tightened around her hips, and my gaze raked over her. Her full lips parted slightly, the delicate skin of her throat, her full breasts bouncing as she moved, the thick curve of her hips. "You are so fucking beautiful."
Her hands dropped to my chest, her nails curling into my skin as she started to ride me. Her hips rolling back and forth over me like she was testing out the sensation.
"Oh my…" Her words faded into a moan, her hesitation disappearing as she found a rhythm.
Her gaze held mine hostage. Confidence bloomed through her as she watched the effect she had on me.
My back flew off the mat. My bare chest slamming against hers. Brooke's hands cupped my face as her lips smashed against mine. My arm circled her waist, holding her tight against me as our sweat-slicked bodies slid together in sync.
Her movements grew more urgent, each roll of her hips more demanding.
My hands found her hips, not to guide but to anchor us both as the intensity built between us, and my mouth glided over her throat, moving down until I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tight bud.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, her hips swinging in deep grinding motions. I was drowning in the sensation of her.
I wanted to flip her over, take control, drive us both over the edge. But something about watching her discover her own power, seeing her confidence bloom, kept me frozen beneath her. This was her moment.
She moved faster. I matched her rhythm.
She gripped tighter. I held her closer.
She gasped my name. I answered with hers.
We were perfectly synchronized, two parts of the same desperate need for each other.
I could feel her getting close, the way her breathing changed, how her movements became less controlled. I was right there with her, teetering on the edge.
So. Fucking. Close.
"I'm going to…" She gasped, grinding harder, faster, deeper. Her breath caught as her entire body clenched and her pussy pulsated around me, squeezing me.
The sound of her moaning, the way her body tensed around me, the taste of her skin, the scent of us together, the way our heavy breathing mixed in the air between us.
My vision went white, and heat burst through my chest, knotting its way down until it was spreading through my cock, drawing my balls up.
My world narrowed to just her, just this, just us falling apart together, and when she cried out my name, I exploded in ecstasy with her.
We stayed like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air. Her hair had come loose from its ponytail, creating a curtain around us.
"Look," I whispered, tilting my head toward the mirror.
She followed my gaze, and I watched her take in our reflection, her skin flushed and glowing, my arms wrapped protectively around her.
"That's how I see you," I murmured against her ear. "Always."
A slow smile spread across her face, and I knew she could finally see what I saw.