Chapter 17 #2
Brooks’ throat bobs and I can see he’s torn between the desire to protect and the need to claim. “You don’t need to do that.”It’s a pretty feeble protest, and I ignore it completely, nudging him back into the cushions with a smirk.
“You’ve had a long day, Doctor Harrison.
Let me take care of you.” I drop to my knees, blinking innocently up at him as my fingers move to the drawstrings of his scrub pants.
I haven’t had a chance to do this properly yet.
Brooks is borderline obsessed with my pussy, and my few attempts at giving him a blowjob ended in me being fucked enthusiastically for my efforts.
Yeah, my life is super tough.
I take my time, kissing the ridge of his erection through the flimsy material, heat coiling low in my belly.
Long before I had even the faintest hope of Brooks returning my feelings, I used to fantasize about this.
Just the slightest hint of a bulge behind his scrubs was just about the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
It still is, though, admittedly, there’s nothing slight about said bulge right now.
Brooks lifts his hips, allowing me to pull his scrubs and boxers down enough to free his cock. “Tell me what you want?” I plead, blinking up at him as I lean forward, licking the underside of his shaft. He tastes so good, masculine and salty.
I want to worship him, but more than that, I want him to tell me to.
Groaning, Brooks buries his hands in my hair, guiding my mouth over his tip.
“Do you want me to use your mouth, baby?” I’m too busy swirling my tongue around him, licking and sucking the best I can with my mouth stretched wide over his thickness, but my moan must be answer enough.
He lets me play for a while, leaving sloppy kisses up and down his length, enjoying the low grunts and growls coming from above me.
I can tell when he finally loses patience with my games.
Hands tightening in my hair, Brooks drags my head down roughly, the broad head of his cock hitting the back of my throat hard enough to make me gag. I’ve barely recovered before he’s pulling me back, almost to the tip, and shoving my head back down.
I gaze up at him through watering eyes, and heat pools low in my belly.
He’s not even looking at me. Brooks’ head has dropped back onto the couch, his eyes closed and jaw tight with pleasure as he continues to use me as his personal toy, fucking my mouth so hard I barely have time to breathe in between thrusts.
“ Fuck , that’s good. Play with my balls,” he hisses, and I do as he says instantly, saliva trailing over my hand.
It’s rough and primal and borderline degrading, but I don’t feel degraded.
I feel powerful, and turned on, and I could do this every day and never get sick of it.
Tasting his salty pre-cum flowing over my tongue, feeling his balls tighten up close to his body just before he comes, the sounds he makes…
all of it makes me even more eager to make this good for him.
Using the saliva soaking my hand, I slip a single finger back, pushing it past his tight ring of muscle into his ass.
Almost instantly, Brooks comes with a low groan that I instantly file away as the hottest noise ever made. His release seems to go on and on, flooding down the back of my throat until it becomes too much and I choke, pulling back with spit and cum covering the bottom half of my face.
Brooks’ eyes widen in apology. “Shit, baby, I’m sorry—” He reaches past me, snatching a box of tissues off the coffee table, and wipes my face, his chest still rising and falling heavily.
“Don’t apologize, that was awesome.” I giggle, allowing him to pull me into his lap, his softening cock between us.
Brooks shakes his head like he can’t quite wrap his mind around what just happened. “I wasn’t too rough?” One of his big hands comes up to massage my jaw gently, and I lean back to give him a disbelieving look. He chuckles, letting me curl into his chest again. “Point taken.”
“I should have probably discussed that other thing with you first.”
“Sticking your finger in my ass?”
“Yes. That. Though, to be fair, you did it to me without asking.”
His chest shakes with a silent laugh, and sigh happily, savoring the comfort of his body against mine after a day apart. It’s Friday, thankfully, and his office will be closed for the holidays for a full week, starting Monday.
We have big plans to eat, sleep, have weird sex, and watch Christmas movies for seven days straight. My brothers will be back just before New Year’s, and Brooks’ mom insisted on inviting them to the luncheon at the Harrison’s house, which is adorable and so sweet.
I’d more or less decided to let Annie the reporter wait until I’ve had a chance to talk the whole thing through with Bay and Lake, but for some reason, my thoughts snag on my eldest brother, and I’m filled with an uneasy prickle of suspicion.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Brooks asks, kissing my temple, and I frown, reluctantly getting to my feet.
“A reporter came here today. Just stopped by out of nowhere. She said she was looking into my father.”
Brooks stands, retying his pants, brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you call me?”
I shrug, crossing to the kitchen counter to get Annie’s card and handing it to him.
“I was processing, I guess. She told me she wasn’t after an interview with me, and I believed her, but I was still careful not to tell her anything.
” I recount the whole interaction to him, almost word for word, and by the end, the tiny ember of suspicion in my mind has grown into an inferno.
“I was wondering… I mean, do you think it’s possible?
” Swallowing the tightness in my throat, I stare at him. “Bay?”
Brooks takes his time responding. He’s been leaning against the back of the couch with his arms crossed since I started talking, and I can practically see the wheels turning in his head. “You think Bay is her source?”
“There’s not exactly a long list of people who know you suspended me before the accident. The USSA, my brothers, and us. That’s it. Annie specifically said it was someone close to Dad, and isn’t it a bit weird she found me here? I mean, even my mail is being forwarded to my agent.”
“We haven’t been hiding our relationship,” states Brooks fairly.
“People must know we’re together by now, and I’ve lived here for over two years.
The house is in my name. It wouldn’t be an incredible leap to find you through me.
What does strike me as significant is her choice to come to River’s daughter and divulge her suspicions.
You might be incredibly close to your father for all she knows. ”
Neither of us has to say it. Nobody is privy to the complete lack of contact between me and Dad since the accident, apart from Brooks, Lake, and Bay.
I blow out a long, slow breath. “It doesn’t make a difference, whether Bay’s been the one giving her information or not.
Not really. At the end of the day, I still need to decide if I want to give her that email.
It would ruin him , Brooks. I’m not angry, I’ve moved on, and I’m happy.
Would destroying my father’s life be something I could live with? ”
My voice breaks on the last word and Brooks pushes off the couch. He crosses the room to pull me tightly into his arms just as the tears begin to flow.
I hope I never take for granted how well we fit together, or how good it feels to be held by him while reality rages around us.
“You don’t have to decide anything now.” He kisses my hair.
“Wait until after the holidays. Talk to your brother. I will say, though, that River shouldn’t be coaching anyone.
He’s made poor judgement calls that have hurt people, and I doubt he’ll ever learn that sometimes the ends do not justify the means. ”
I squeeze my eyes shut and hold him until my tears slow. “I’ll think about it,” I finally whisper, and Brooks nods approvingly, leaning back so he can wipe away the last of the wetness from my cheeks.
“Go watch that terrible TV show you like. I’ll make dinner. Let me take care of you. ”
I smile in thanks, accepting a brief kiss before retreating to the couch. I’ve just settled down, dragging the best fluffy throw blanket over my legs, when Brooks calls over to me from the kitchen.
“Are you going to tell me what you were looking for?”
Oh right. That.
“You can open it.” I pat the spot next to me, and Tibia hops up, putting her big head in my lap.When I first moved in, there was a strict no dogs on the furniture rule, but the fluffy babies and I won this round.
“ Holy shit ,” Brooks chokes and I can’t help but laugh, looking over to where he’s staring down at the contents of the box, his eyes huge. “This has been in the garage ?”
“What else am I supposed to do with it?”
In his hands, my gold medal glints in the kitchen lights, as brilliant as it was the day I won it. The thing represents a lot for me, and not all of it is good.I haven’t looked at it since I got home from the Olympics three years ago.
Brooks shakes his head mutely. “No idea,” he eventually admits, snapping the box shut and setting it back on the counter. “They’re worth a lot of money, aren’t they? So, maybe a safe?”
“If it makes you feel better, Lake stuck it with all my running shoes. So unless the burglar has a very specific fetish, I doubt it would be stolen.”
“Why did you go looking for it now?”
There isn’t a good answer to that question, except that I thought a lot about the days after I won it after Annie left.
When I’d gotten my scores, and it became clear I was going to go home with a gold, the first person I looked for was my dad.
This was what I’d worked for, right? What I’d been fighting for since almost before I could remember?
Dad had been happy, of course, putting on a good show for the cameras and telling every reporter who would listen how proud he was of his kid.
On the plane home, though, he’d started talking about our summer training schedule, what we could change, and what we could do better for next time.
The win hadn’t felt like mine.
“I wanted to see if it made me feel differently than it did back then,” I confess, staring over at the box where it’s sitting benignly on the edge of the kitchen counter.
Brooks meets my eyes from across the room. “Does it?”
I consider for a moment, and it’s like my whole chest is breaking open with relief when I finally respond. “Yeah. It does.”