Chapter 8 Brooks
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Ishould really win an award for the amount of self-control I am exhibiting while being in her presence. What I wouldn’t have given to send Marcella home and have acted like Wren’s personal masseuse myself.
A few weeks ago, my brothers dropped a bomb of information on me that changed my life.
Then they dropped this bombshell on me, and she walked in the door and put me in my place.
But now, I’m finding that I want my place to be wherever she is.
And the closer she gets to my father, the more I find myself wanting to pull her away from it.
I’m sitting on the couch an hour later, flipping through the channels, when I hear Marcella’s sing-song voice as she says goodbye to me.
I stand up and wave, thanking her, and then I turn and walk down the hallway toward the spa room where Wren is wiping oil off of herself with a towel.
As badly as I want to kick the door open wider and see her in all her glory again, I turn around.
“Everything go okay?” I ask her through the door.
I hear a small gasp escape her lips.
“Yes, it was absolutely amazing,” she says. “Thank you so much. She really does have magic hands.”
I laugh.
“You’re telling me,” I say as she walks out of the room, still straightening her shirt, her hair in a disheveled bun and her skin still shiny with the massage oil. She has a subtle line across her forehead from the face pillow, and I smile as I run my thumb across it gently.
I stare down at her for a moment, probably too long because I feel her shift under my gaze as she reaches up to hold onto her arm. I reach my hand out and push her flyaways back onto her head, and then I reach my other hand out and put it on her hip gently.
I feel this pull to her that I have never felt in my entire life. When she’s around, I can’t help but be hyper-focused on her. And when she’s not, I spend my time trying to figure out how to be with her again. Wondering where she is. Checking in on her.
And after today, knowing that she’s really in this mess with us—for us—I feel something completely new: protective.
I want to take her into my bedroom and take care of every inch of her.
And then I want to keep her up there with me, selfishly, hiding her from the brutal world she has now found herself a part of. I want to keep her safe.
I lean down and press my forehead to hers, moving slowly so I don’t scare her.
“Wren,” I whisper, and I feel her push into me, “if this is too much…if you feel like you…if you don’t want to do this—”
I stop when I feel her reach up and press a finger to my lips.
“I’m doing this,” she says, and I stare down at her, my eyes bouncing back and forth between hers. I nod slowly.
“Okay,” I tell her. “But you’re not doing it alone.”
She smiles and bites her lip.
“What? You gonna wear a tight little dress and go with me?” She giggles, but I don’t even crack a smile. I just tighten my grip on her, pulling her in tighter to me.
“No.” I shake my head. “But I’m going to make sure no one lays a fucking hand on you.”
She swallows, the smile running away from her face.
“No one?” she whispers.
“No one but me,” I say, pulling her into me and taking her lips with mine.
She moans as her fingers snake up into my hair, tugging on it gently as my arms lift her off the ground and against my chest. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I know she can feel my thick, hard cock pressing up against her.
I don’t give a fuck. She does it to me, and I want her to know.
I tighten my grip on her as I walk out of the spa room and down the hallway. I cross the living room to the stairs, but then I stop.
I want to make it to the bed, but not yet. I have to taste her. Now.
I sit her down on the step gently, our lips coming apart.
I lean her back then reach down and gently press her knees apart, her little white robe inching up her thighs.
I look down at her, like I’m famished, and she is the first thing I can sink my teeth—or my tongue—into.
I untie the belt on her robe, and with one finger, I push one side open, then the other, exposing her perfect, naked body.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her perfect tits, and all I want to do is take them into my mouth.
I cup one then bend down and leave a trail of kisses from her neck to her nipple before I suck it in, flicking it with my tongue and drawing a long moan from her.
My hand slides down around her back to her ass, tugging her gently to the edge of the step.
Then I move down so my head is between her legs, and I push her legs apart just a tiny bit more. She’s leaned back, her tits pointed and perky, her head dropped back behind her as she waits for what’s coming to her.
I wrap my hands around her thighs, then I dive in.
I ravage her pussy with my mouth, licking and sucking and massaging her with my tongue.
When I can feel her tightening up, I slip one finger in, then another, letting them work in symphony with my tongue.
I suck her clit into my mouth with a pulsing motion as my fingers curl inside of her at the same speed, until I feel her hand clutch onto my hair.
Her other hand smacks down against the step, and she’s panting.
“Fuck, Brooks,” she breathes, but I don’t let up.
I keep working, everything moving together until I feel the warmth of her juices on my face, until her legs lock then loosen on either side of me, and I hear the final whimper escape her lips.
I sit back on my heels, using my thumb to collect her arousal on my beard and sweeping it into my mouth.
She sits there, robe undone. And now, she’s undone.
I stand up then bend down, scooping her up off the step. I take the stairs two by two then walk down the hallway into my bedroom. I lay her on my massive bed, tugging the robe completely off her as I do.
She lies there, still basking in her orgasm, as I start to undress.
I tug my shirt out of my jeans then unbuckle my belt and let my pants drop to the ground.
I’m standing in front of her with my dick pitching a tent in my boxers, and as her eyes drop to my length, she sits up, licking her lips.
She scoots closer to the edge of the bed, those pretty little eyes looking up at me.
She bites her lip then reaches out with one hand, slipping it beneath my waistband and taking hold of me. She could steer me right off a cliff, I swear to God.
She strokes me once, then twice, never letting her eyes off mine. Then she reaches out with her other hand and tugs at my boxers, helping wriggle me loose as they fall to my feet. I kick them away as she eyes me up and down, using one hand to feel my length and the other to cradle my balls.
I feel that tightening in my belly, and I suck in a breath through my teeth.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper, but then I feel the warmth of her pretty little mouth wrapped around me, and the breath whooshes out of my lungs. My eyes spring open as I stare down at her. I don’t want to miss this view.
She slurps me in and out of her mouth, moving at the most perfect fucking pace I’ve ever seen. My body reacts, and everything inside of me straightens up as my cock grows even more inside her mouth. She moves her head, a tiny little gagging noise below making me fucking weak.
“Jesus, Wren,” I groan as she moves, but I don’t want to come—not like this. Not right now. I want her fully tonight. I need her to feel what she does to me. I need to claim her. Now.
I push back on her shoulders gently, her pouty lips making a popping noise as she leans back and comes off me.
“We’re not finishing like that,” I tell her, reaching up and pushing her back on the bed.
She cocks an eyebrow, looking up at me.
“How are we finishing?”
I reach out and grab her hips, tugging her to me.
I use one hand to grab my wallet out of my pants on the floor, digging quickly for a condom.
I tear it open with my teeth, and our eyes lock.
I spit in my hand then use it to circle her clit, warming her back up.
As she starts to writhe, I slip my fingers inside her and give her three deep pumps.
Then, I pull them back out and suck them into my mouth.
I slide the condom on, she gasps, and our eyes lock again.
“Together,” I say, then I plunge into her.
She arches her back, her hands flying up and her nails digging into my shoulders.
I pause for a moment, letting her adjust to me.
She opens her eyes and bites her bottom lip.
“You okay?” I ask. She nods, her grip on me releasing slightly.
I slide my hands around underneath her ass and lift it slightly off the bed, hoisting her legs over my shoulders.
I kiss the inside of her ankle gently then begin to move inside of her.
I think about her that first time in the elevator.
I think about her in that little skirt. The way she puts me in my place.
The way she knows exactly how to make me tick.
And I think of how I will never let anyone else lay a hand on her.
So fucking pretty, this one.
I move my hips back and forth, changing my angle slightly to see which ones make her moan.
I pay attention to her different cues, the way her grip eases and tightens, the way she bucks her hips, the way her hand moves instinctively to her pussy, circling herself as I circle inside of her.
She’s so fucking perfect, her black waves splayed out on the bed all around her.
Her perfect tits bounce up and down as I take her, and the look on her face is one of pure pleasure.
Her lips are parted, her eyes are rolled back, like all she’s doing is feeling me.
I lean forward and slide my hand up her back, lifting her up and off the bed.
I hoist her up, still inside her, fucking her while I hold her up in the air, letting her slide up and down on me as I walk her over to the windows of my bedroom.
We’re higher than almost anyone else in the entire city right now, but frankly, if all eight million pairs of eyes were on us, I wouldn’t give a single fuck.
I hold her up against the glass and fuck her hard, our bodies leaving imprints on the cool glass. She pulls me in for a long, hard kiss, her tongue invading my space, before we break apart.
“Take me to the bed,” she breathes, kissing my cheek and sucking on my neck. “I want to ride you.”
Holy fuck. This girl is going to be the death of me.