Chapter 17 - Brooks
SEVENTEEN
brOOKS
That felt good to say. Lindsey is scared, and not only because of the break-in at our house. I see it in her eyes as she’s staring back at me, though I can’t tell whether she wants to cry or utter, “Okay,” then climb on top of me. Maybe both.
I move my hand to her chin, my thumb caressing the soft skin below her bottom lip. It’s not quite pouting, but it is trembling. I move the pad of my thumb to it as my gaze narrows to this miniscule piece of her body. One square inch of perfection among so many more. I love this fucking lip.
“We both know it’s too late to pretend we aren’t in this,” I say.
A slow exhale leaves her nostrils, and I drag my thumb across her lip one more time before moving to her jawline.
My gaze follows each touch of my hand, following along as I trace her beauty with my fingertips, moving from her jaw to her neck, then up the side of her head where my fingers thread into her hair. I settle my gaze on her eyes.
“I thought of you as family. My family. You, Holly, the boys. When I heard your message, something took over my chest, like this tight vice that threatened my lungs.” I move my fist to the center of my chest, covering her hands that have clung to my shirt for the last several minutes.
“This is a bad idea,” she finally utters.
A short, breathy laugh escapes through my nose and my mouth twitches into a faint smile.
“I know. But here we are.” I swallow the fear threatening to derail me from spilling my guts.
“I can’t keep moving forward like there’s nothing here.
This thing between us got complicated the minute I saw you in the damn diaper aisle at the market.
And then fate made sure I had to look at you every day. ”
Her gaze dips to my mouth, and I lick my bottom lip, wanting to kiss her.
“It wasn’t fate, Brooks. You’re the one who made sure we saw each other every day. You offered me a job. I work for you. That’s the arrangement, and I can’t—”
I move closer to her, resting my head against hers, moving my hand back to the side of her face as I close my eyes and breathe her in.
“I can’t jeopardize my custody. My divorce isn’t final, and Brandon is being—”
“So, we’ll be careful. We’ll keep it a secret. Just ours.” I dust a kiss on the tip of her nose, and her chin tips up slightly as her lips part.
“Nobody can know,” she whispers.
I shake my head slowly and pull back enough to meet her eyes.
“I will guard this secret with my life until you say so. I promise. I promise you, Lindsey. I need you like I fucking need air.”
My pulse is racing. I never thought I would be able to hand the power over to anyone, but I sense I have to right now. If I don’t try, I’ll never be whole. It’s Lindsey or it’s no one for me. That’s how deep I am.
“Say it again,” she says.
My brow dents. Which part does she mean?
“Tell me I’m yours.”
I roll on top of her, caging her under my body, guarding her head with my arms. I drop my forehead to hers and close my eyes.
“You’re mine,” I say in a low growl.
Her hands snake up my chest until the coolness of her fingers slides up my jawline, and she lifts her chin just enough to press her lips to mine. I bite her bottom lip, holding it between my teeth and gently letting it go, grazing her skin.
“You are fucking mine,” I say in a low whisper before diving in for a hungrier kiss.
Lindsey matches my intensity, opening wide as my tongue explores her mouth.
She moans against me, her hands working my T-shirt up my body.
I help her pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor, then we frantically remove hers.
I push the cups of her white, lace-trimmed bra up over her breasts, exposing them.
The craving to hold her hard nipples hostage with my teeth is strong, and lean in so I can feast. I suck her nipple hard, sawing gently at the tip with my teeth and igniting a fire that makes her squirm beneath me.
I sweep a hand under her hip and align our bodies so I can push my hard cock against her while I flick her nipple with my tongue. She arches her back at first then lifts her hips to increase the friction between us.
“I need to fuck you,” I say against her lips, and she nods with a faint whimper.
I get up from the bed to push my joggers and boxers down my legs and kick them away.
Lindsey shimmies her leggings and panties down her hips, and I take over, pulling them from her legs and throwing them on top of my discarded clothing.
She removes her bra completely while I crawl my way up her body, kissing the inside of her thigh until I’m inches away from her beautiful pussy.
I glide along her center with my tongue, and her hands immediately sink into my hair.
I chuckle and lick again. She reacts by lifting her lips, trying to get more.
“Not tonight, baby. We need to fuck,” I say, satisfying her with one more stroke from my tongue before continuing my ascent up her body.
I press a kiss at the top of the tiny landing strip that adorns her pussy, then to her navel, and the skin above her ribs. I spend a full minute suckling each nipple, making her peaks hard and raw.
I balance on my forearms above her as her legs part, then I grip my cock and guide it along the soaking wet skin between her legs. I coat myself with her, drawing with the tip of my dick until her breathing shifts and I can tell she wants to come.
“Not yet, baby,” I say, thrusting into her. Her hand flies to her mouth, muting her cry, and our eyes lock as I slowly pull out of her.
“Again?”
She nods, her mouth still covered, eyes hazed with need.
I rock my hips into her again, driving my cock in deeper, pushing her body toward the headboard. She moves her free hand to the wood above her and braces herself before nodding.
I lean to my left so I can grab her ass with my right hand, sliding out of her almost completely before diving back in.
She grunts, then hums with pleasure, so I repeat my stroke, this time waiting only a fraction of a second before pummeling into her again.
Her hand slides away from her mouth after a moment, and her gaze fixes on mine, her mouth open and panting as I fuck her hard.
I’m leaving a mark, claiming her. As much as I want to take my time, cherish her intoxicating curves with my mouth, and bring her to the brink on my cock before pausing to draw this out for the rest of the night, I can’t.
I’m rabid for her orgasm, hungry for my own.
We’re both manic. Maybe it’s the lingering fear that this could all disappear, or perhaps we simply know the kind of fire we’re playing with and don’t want the flames to burn us up.
Whatever it is, my cravings won’t be satiated until I fill her completely and she falls apart with me inside of her.
A tiny cry leaves her mouth, so I let go of her hip to cover her mouth with my hand while she wraps her fingers around my wrist to hold on.
I pump into her and she wraps he legs around my waist, holding me to her, forcing me to stay inside, even as the first wave rocks through her core.
Her eyes fight to stay open as she hums her sweet song against my palm.
I can’t hold on any longer, and my cock spills into her as my orgasm strips me of my breath.
I shudder with each final push, leaving every last drop inside her sweet pussy before pulling out and collapsing on her tits.
I taste her nipple while the final waves carry her back to earth, then tilt my head to gaze up into her eyes as she pushes my sweat-damp hair from my forehead.
“Mine,” I say, gliding my palm up her side and covering her breast completely.
She moves her hand over mine and holds my gaze with her sleep-heavy eyes.
“Yours,” she says. “So very much yours.”