Exposed - Chapter 29
Tuesday
Matt
I carried Brooklyn into the bathroom. “We’ll think about where we want to hang your portrait while we’re in the shower.”
She slapped my butt. Her hand stayed on my ass cheek. I wasn’t sure if it was because it was stuck with paint or she just liked what she felt. I was counting on the latter.
“I masturbated to you the most in here.” I turned on the water. “In this exact shower, I pictured you on your knees.” I was already growing hard again.
“Right there, huh?” she said.
“Yes.” I ran my fingers through the water, testing the temperature.
“You owe me about a thousand blowjobs, Brooklyn.” I stepped into the shower, letting the water hit her back.
The white tiles turned blue beneath us. I set her down on her feet.
“And I’m cashing in on one of those now too.
” I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees.
Her eyes still looked innocent. But she loved when I fucked her. She wanted to know the real me. This was me. I squirted some soap into my palm and ran it down my length, cleaning the paint off my cock.
I stared down at her as I rinsed off under the stream of water. Never once had I pictured her in here covered in paint, already dripping with my cum. This was so much fucking better than my dreams.
“So you don’t want me to treat you like you’re fragile?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Crawl to me.”
Her eyes widened, but she shifted forward, closing the distance between us on all fours.
I touched the bottom of her chin so she’d keep my eye contact. I grabbed her hand and washed it with soap.
“Now touch yourself.”
She lightly brushed her clit with her index finger.
“No, baby. I want to see two fingers in your wet pussy. Now.”
She swallowed hard as she trailed her fingers lower, pressing them inside her. Her throat made an adorable squeaking noise. She was probably sore from earlier. Just the way I liked her.
“I know you like being filled.” I reached out and trailed my thumb down her lower lip. “So suck.” I pressed my tip against her lips. “Now.”
She wrapped her lips around me and slowly went down, her mouth the perfect amount of pressure.
Jesus. I pressed my hand against the tile as I fisted another in her hair. “You’re better at this now too.”
She moaned around my cock.
“But you’re about to learn what it means to have your pretty little face fucked.” I gripped her hair tighter and guided her faster.
Her eyes started to water.
“Oh, baby. I’m only just getting started.” I slammed my cock into the back of her throat as I watched her touch herself faster.
She was loving every second.
“Do a good job and I’ll reward your greedy pussy with my cock.”
She moaned again.
So much better than a dream.
***
A buzzing noise made me slowly open my eyes. I reached out to my nightstand, but my hand came up empty. I blinked, remembering I wasn’t at Tanner’s apartment. And the noise wasn’t coming from my side of the bed.
Brooklyn sat up and grabbed her phone. A frown spread across her face as she stared down at the screen.
“Is everything alright?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, it’s just my dad.” She put the phone down even though it was still buzzing.
“Are you going to answer it?” I asked.
“Definitely not.” She lay back down and snuggled into my side.
I understood her reasoning for screening his calls. But… “When he’d tried to reach out to me during all those years, he’d been trying to give me good news. I wish I’d answered his texts.”
Brooklyn tilted her face up to me. “What on earth could that man possibly tell me that would make a conversation with him worth my time?”
I ran my fingers through her hair. “You haven’t heard from him the past few days?”
“He texted me a couple times saying he wanted to meet up. But I ignored them, because I don’t want to see him.”
“He gave up his business,” I said. “He handed everything over to Poppy.”
“Wait, what? How do you know that?”
I slowly sat up. “I went to see him on Sunday.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Honestly? To kill him.”
Brooklyn laughed, but the laughter died in her throat when she saw I was serious.
“I’d just found out you were alive and…I…fixated all my anger on him.”
“Yeah. I get that.” She sat up too. “I wanted to kill him. For what he did to Miller.” She shook her head. “For what I think he did to Miller. When I first came back, I dropped Jacob off at Mrs. Alcaraz’s. And I took Miller’s gun and went to go see my dad. But…I couldn’t go through with it either.”
I couldn’t imagine Brooklyn ever hurting someone. “I’m glad you didn’t do it. Jacob needs you. I need you.”
She nestled into my chest again. “I still think about it though.”
“Well, if it ever comes to it, let me pull the trigger, okay?”
“No. I need you too.”
I rested my chin on the top of her head and held her closer. “When I went to your dad, he said that he gave it all up. Because you asked him to. That you didn’t want him in your life as long as he was still part of that business.”
“I did say that. But I don’t believe a word about him giving it up.” She shook her head.
“Well, he helped me with Poppy too.”
“Are you really trying to get me to talk to him?”
“No. I just wanted you to know. And I probably shouldn’t…but I do believe him.” Mr. Pruitt had done terrible things to Brooklyn and me 16 years ago. But he’d apologized for some of it. Kind of. And he said he wasn’t going to stand in our way now.
“He told me when I was 16 that there was no out. He married into it. And Mrs. Pruitt doesn’t seem like she accepts their separation.”
I stared down at her. “They’re separated?”
“I don’t know. They’re living in different houses.
They’re not divorced or anything.” She sighed.
“If he really was able to get out of it, he would have when my mom got pregnant. If he loved her as much as he claims, he would have figured out a way. But he didn’t then. And he certainly didn’t step down now.”
“It’s different now though. Isabella’s gone. You just said he’s separated. You’re all he really has left, Brooklyn.”
“Then maybe he shouldn’t have ruined my life.”
That was fair. I hugged her a little tighter.
“Trust me, I don’t want him to be a part of our lives.
I just wanted you to know what he told me.
” I stared at her for a moment. I wasn’t sure how much she’d talked to her father when she returned.
But I wasn’t going to hide this from her.
“Did he tell you that he always planned on taking you away? That he never really approved of our engagement?”
“Yeah, I kind of pieced that together when I begged him to let me go.” She sighed. “It honestly doesn’t matter what he says to me. Half of everything he says is a lie. He’s always manipulating me. And I don’t want to be part of any more of his twisted games.”
I nodded. There were other things Mr. Pruitt had told me too. Like how Brooklyn used to sneak downstairs into Miller’s bed at night. But that was in the past. And I was determined to keep it there. All that mattered was that she was here right now with me.
Her phone started buzzing again. She ignored it.
That was probably the right choice. The more she distanced herself from her family, the safer we’d be.
There was a clanging noise downstairs.
She jumped.
“Don’t worry, it’s just Nigel,” I said.
“He’s really made himself at home, hasn’t he?”
I laughed. “He has a way of doing that. Don’t worry though, I won’t let him build that door between our properties. He’s here because I asked him to grab a few things for me this morning. Something for you. And something for Jacob too.”
There was another clanging noise.
What was he doing down there? “Get dressed and meet me downstairs, okay?” I climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. I wanted to make sure Nigel had gotten the right things.
I reluctantly tore my eyes away from Brooklyn’s naked body as I made my way out into the hall.
More noise came from downstairs.
Seriously, what was Nigel up to? I walked down the stairs and turned into the kitchen.
Nigel was sitting ass naked on the kitchen counter with a sauté pan covering his junk.
“What the fuck, Nigel?”
He arched his back to be in the same pose that Brooklyn was in last night. “Better?”
“Why are you naked?!”
“It’s my turn to pose for you. For your nude portrait collection.” He pointed to the entranceway where my painting of Brooklyn from last night was…hanging?
“What the hell?”
“You said you wanted it in the entranceway.”
“How would you know that?”
“I set up the new security system yesterday. I have eyes and ears everywhere .” He said everywhere very sexually.
I didn’t even know what to say. “Just…stop it. Right now.”
“I thought you’d prefer a tasteful nude. But I’m okay with showing it all.” He grabbed the handle of the pot.
“Don’t you dare lift that…”
But it was too late. He lifted the pot in the air. To reveal his ginormous penis. What the fuck?
“Holy monster dong,” Brooklyn said from behind me.
I turned to see her slap her hand over Jacob’s eyes.
“What’s a dong?” Jacob asked.
“I’m a grower, not a shower, mademoiselle,” Nigel said and winked at Brooklyn.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t gay after all… Also, what the actual fuck? It was already massive, could it even get any bigger?
Nigel looked so pleased with himself. “As the boys say.”
Brooklyn glared at me. “Why would you think I wanted this, Matt?!”
“This isn’t the surprise.” I turned back around. “Nigel, get off the counter.”
“But…I want a Master Matthew original. For my new home.” He shimmied a little.
“Get down. Right now.”
“But Mr. Jacob sits on the counter like this all the time.”
“Not in that pose he doesn’t.”
Nigel arched his back even more. “Better?”