21. Brooks
TWENTY-ONE
Brooks
The feeling of Clover’s lips on mine is like a shot of whiskey. No, stronger. I can’t say for sure what it’s like to do coke and then touch an electric fence, but it has to be like this.
Because everything about Clover, about finally touching her, is lightning and chaos wrapped into one. An addictive destruction that’s going to drown me and leave me wanting more.
Her lips are so damned soft, and I pull her closer, plastering Clover’s body to mine. She’s this tiny thing compared to me, and every primal instinct in my blood is screaming at me to claim her as mine.
Mine.
Our tongues dance together when she parts her lips for me, eagerly letting me in after I sweep my tongue across the seam of her lips. She tastes so good, and my cock is already throbbing, every bit of me hungry and needy for more.
Time blurs, but after who fucking knows how long, Clover stops, pulling herself away slightly. Leaning back, using my arms as an anchor, she meets my gaze.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. You know that, right?”
God, I do. I’ve known that since the beginning, but denying myself clearly had an expiration date.
“Clover, I…” I hold her against me, unwilling to let her go. “Yes, I do.”
She sags for a minute, and the defeat on her face is enough to make me pull her face up by the chin so that she’s forced to meet my eyes.
“Look,” I drop my chin, getting our stare perfectly lined up, “I don’t know what this is. I don’t. But I can’t deny it. I can’t keep lying to myself. I’ve wanted you since the moment you stepped out of that damn car, Clover. And yeah, there’s a host of things that say we can’t do this. But…”
Clover is hanging on my words, her stare anxious and desperate as I meet it.
“I don’t think I care anymore. At least not enough to stop me. I…I want this, even for just tonight. Just right now. But if you tell me to stop, to go away, and never come near you again, I’ll do it. It’ll kill me, but I’ll do it.”
There’s a beat where she looks into my eyes, and then Clover yanks me to her mouth, her lips meeting mine in a frenzy that has her in my lap on the couch in moments.
Her hips are perched over mine, and when Clover moves, she brushes over my erection. I hiss, that sensation driving me wild.
As I hold her by the back of the neck and hip, I squeeze Clover against me, feeling her. She moans, getting a taste of how badly I want her as I rub against her center.
“Brooks…fucking hell.”
“You have such a terrible mouth, don’t you, Lucky?” It’s more of a tease than I’ve allowed myself with her. “And you’ve been such a brat with me.”
A tiny moan escapes her. I can tell that Clover tried to hold it in, but she flicks her eyes up to mine, chewing on that full bottom lip of hers.
In this low light, her deep gray-blue eyes glow—a stormy sky set ablaze with lightning, just like that day out in the rain. The silk of her strawberry-blonde curls slides between my fingers, and I can’t help but remember how glad I am that the severe ponytails she used to wear are gone.
“You’ve hardly been the ‘sweet talker,’ Ace .” Clover’s full lips are flushed pink from our kisses, and a soft glow warms her skin, making her freckles stand out. “Or haven’t I heard your best lines?”
I chuckle, low and deep in my chest. I want to devour her, taking in everything Clover has to offer. I want to make her call out my name and see her taking her punishment for goading me so very well.
Yanking her against me, I thrust my hips up to make her squeak, then whisper in her ear, “Oh, darlin’, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Before Clover can say anything else, I scoop her up. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, and the way she grinds against my erection has my head spinning.
But that’s not the point of this. The point is to get her into my bedroom so that I can see every inch of that gorgeous skin she’s been hiding from me.
“Where are you taking me?” Clover whispers, but I can hear that petulant whine in her voice, the adorable little complaint of not having any control.
She’s going to be losing all of it soon.
“Where do you think, Lucky?” I walk quickly to the stairs, then jog up, and damn, does it feel good to be using my arms like this. “Any ideas in that pretty little head?”
Glaring at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief and delight, Clover drops a kiss to my lips as I get us up the stairs.
“Why, Mr. Lowe, are you taking me to bed?” There’s a hint of a faux Southern accent to her voice, another tease, and I can’t help but laugh.
“First things first, Lucky.” I keep my voice low, not wanting to wake up Darby. “You’ve got a punishment to take for being such a brat.”
Her cheeks flare, and I’ll admit that even I’m a little surprised by the intensity of the moment. But there’s something about her, about my sweet little Clover, that makes my blood heat, my body hunger for hers.
I want to play this game with her, test how far she’ll let me go, and I know that Clover is looking to test my limits as well.
With wide eyes, Clover squeezes her arms around my neck tighter and levels me with a heated stare.
“I bet you’re all talk, Ace. You sure you don’t need to give that arm a rest?”
“Oh, ho, ho,” I growl through a laugh, ravenous energy swirling through my blood. “You’re going to get it now.”
Once we reach the bedroom, I open things up only to shut the door gently as Clover tries to distract me with kisses. I fumble with the lock on the door, but I get it secured and then carry her over to the small armchair I have parked in the corner by the window.
Setting Clover on her feet, I gesture at the chair with my head. “Sit.”
“Make me.” She smirks, folding her arms over her chest.
“Very well.”
I step up to her, forcing her down into a seat on the chair. Next, I kneel in front of her, gliding my hands up her legs.
It’s been especially hot, and she’s wearing a pair of those infuriating cut-off shorts. The frayed edges stretch around her perky ass, and when I reach the waistband, I go for the button, popping it out of the fabric.
“Hey, and just what do you think you’re doing?”
Clover eyes me, her stare lit up, and a smirk stretched over her face. I don’t answer with words, just use my hands to press her back into the chair so that I can get at the zipper.
I pull it down, then grip the bottoms of her shorts, sliding them down her legs. She doesn’t fight me, but when the denim is hanging on her foot, Clover kicks it up gently so that it wacks me in the face.
Letting the shorts fall to the floor, I glare down at her, cocking my head as she just smiles—all fake innocence designed to taunt me.
“What?”
A growl slips through my lips, and I inch closer, yanking Clover up by the thin fabric of the plaid button-down she’s wearing. It’s a habit I know she picked up from me, and dammit, I love the look of it on her.
Still…naked is better.
The buttons on her shirt actually snap, and as soon as Clover is seated upright, I grip the two halves of her top and tear it open. She yelps, this delightful squeal that goes straight to my cock, and then I’ve got this beautiful woman in just her underwear for me.
“Lay back.”
Clover doesn’t move, and I have to admit that this back-and-forth we have—just like we’ve done all this time when we talk to each other—feels so right, so natural.
I push her backward, a finger on each shoulder, and then I take a moment to admire what I’m looking at.
She’s wearing a tiny bra—if you can even call it that—and the pale pink fabric is so thin, so sparse, that I really don’t believe it deserves that distinction.
It’s covering her nipples, which I suppose is all that matters, and I’ll admit that the way it only just covers the slight curves of her breasts is alluring, making me that much more hungry to get a taste of what’s behind it.
Clover’s panties match, a pale pink color with the same lacey decorations. They’re shaped like her shorts, too, curving around the swell of her ass so that just the sweetest little taste of her skin is revealed.
“Goddamn, the things I want to do to you.”
She chuckles. “Oh, really? I don’t know. You’ve only just gotten that arm out of a cast. Maybe you should just rest.”
Snapping into action, I grip the back of Clover’s neck again, yanking her to the edge of the seat. I crash my lips against her, going for the back of her bra with my left hand—the one I haven’t been able to use as much.
Calling back on the years of practice I had before my extended hiatus from women, I find the hooks that slide into the loops on the opposite side and flick them free.
Her bra opens, and without breaking the kiss, I work the straps down her arms and fling the thing somewhere behind me.
Clover giggles against my lips, but they come to an abrupt stop as I slide my palm up her side to cup her breast. Her skin is so warm where it touches mine, so soft and smooth compared to the hard-earned calluses I have.
I find the hard bud of her nipple and squeeze enough that Clover whimpers through a sharp inhale. In a move that I have to assume is designed to get back at me, her fingers rake through my hair at the back of my head, tugging on the roots.
With a groan, I lean back, meeting Clover’s stare with a smirk. It’s a few seconds before we both release our holds and then I flick my eyes down to her breasts.
“Clover…”
The word is a gruff whisper as I eat up just how lovely she is. Clover’s skin has only just started to tan after being in the sun working all day, and the delicate alabaster color is a stark difference from my warm tan flesh.
Beyond that, she’s just so stunning. Her slim body is sculpted with light muscle, a fair bit of it earned through working on the ranch, and the little swells of her breasts are perfection—rosy pink nipples that look positively delicious, aching for my touch right in the center.
I cup her breast, lowering my head as I push it upward. Closing my lips around her nipple, I suck and nibble, making Clover arch against my mouth, whimpers escaping her in a tumble of strained syllables.
“Brooks…oh, God.”
Threading her fingers through my hair, she holds onto the shaggy locks tightly. Still, the pinch is damn good, a fire that zings through me, only heightening the arousal that’s been building since that first day.
I work my kisses and caresses all over her slim body, taking my time to enjoy the way she feels beneath my rough hands. Clover continues to arch and squirm until I’ve got her hips at the edge of the chair.
Reaching up, I grasp the waistband of her panties, the delicate things that are so thin they’re transparent in some spots. Everywhere beside the center, really, and that’s darkened with the evidence of her arousal.
My cock twitches against my zipper. I can’t put into words how much I want Clover right now, and the fact that she’s here, that she wants this too, is just too damn good.
I get the flimsy fabric down Clover’s legs, not missing my chance to peek at her and admire the beautiful promise between her thighs.
“So, Lucky,” I look up at her from my knees, smiling, “are you ready?”
Clover grips the arms of the chair and nods. “Fuck, yes.”
Without warning, I stand up, pull Clover off the chair, and take her spot in it, draping her across my lap so that her pert ass is poised and ready for me. She squeaks, the surprise hitting her, and then looks back over her shoulder at me with a glare.
“Umm, what the fuck?” Clover’s smiling, but I can feel the tension in her body as I run my hands up the back of her legs.
“Forgot already, Ms. Smart Mouth?” When I get to her ass, I pat firmly, drawing her attention there with a little warm-up. “I told you. You have a punishment coming to you first.”
Clover’s eyes flare wide, and I wait for a beat. I’m not looking to end this or take her to a place she doesn’t want to go, but…
“You wouldn’t,” she challenges, a tiny cock to her head giving me permission.
I just smile. Then, I crack one hand down over her ass, a solid spank that could certainly grow in intensity.
A slight yelp escapes Clover, and I know she’s doing her best to be quiet, considering the situation. When she looks back over her shoulder at me, that perfect glare in her eyes, she chews her lip.
“You bastard,” comes out of her in a whisper.
I hold my hand up, poised for the next strike. “Four more, Lucky. Think you can handle it?”
With the most shit-eating grin, Clover arches her back. “Bring it on.”
In quick succession, I dole out the four remaining spanks, alternating between her left and right cheeks. Clover grips my jeans, and when I’m through, I stand and haul her up to place her back on her feet.
Her skin is a fabulous rosy pink where I’ve left my mark on her, and I’m aching to get out of these damned pants.
She turns to face me, flushed and breathing a little heavy. “Easy as pie.”
I just smile, appreciating how she’s putting on a strong face, and then nod down at my belt.
“You did well, darlin’. Go on.”
Clover might not want to admit it, but she glows from the praise, and with a grin so wide it makes those adorable dimples in her cheeks stand out, she reaches for my buckle.
It’s a matter of moments before she has the belt undone and my pants unbuttoned with the zipper down. I step wider, letting my pants fall to the ground, and then step out of them.
She’s so incredibly gorgeous, so naked for me, and I pull my shirt over my head by the neck before taking her face and kissing her as I walk her backward toward the bed.
As we tumble onto the mattress, I plant my hands on either side of her head, snuggling myself between her thighs. A sheen glistens from her slit—the arousal she wears such a fucking turn-on.
“Look how ready you are for me,” I croon, kissing along the side of her neck and nipping gently.
“Stop teasing me,” she groans, arching up so that she can sneak a bit of contact. “I want to feel you.”
I can’t help the chuckle that breaks free, relishing the way she’s so desperate for a taste.
After not being sexually active with anyone in several years, it’s pretty damn flattering.
Keep your head, Brooks. This needs to last.
Stretching her legs wider with my hips, I wrap an arm around Clover’s waist and use the other to pull us up the bed toward the headboard. My erection brushes over her center, and Clover moans in a sharp hiss.
When she looks down, Clover’s eyes flare wide. “Jesus.”
Chuckling, the corner of my mouth lifts in a grin. “Why, thank you, Lucky.”
I repeat the motion, and Clover’s eyes roll back as she reels from the sensations.
“Ugh, goddamn.” She circles her arms around my neck. “Please, Brooks.”
I smirk. “Is that a beg, darlin’? Are you just so needy for me?”
Clover glares up at me, but there’s no venom behind it, only playful fury. Grinning down at her, I sweep my thumb over her full bottom lip, taking my cock in hand and running the head up and down her seam.
“Say it, Lucky. Let me hear how badly you want it.”
She groans, arching again, and Clover’s hands go to the headboard. She grips it so tightly that I notice her knuckles going white.
After a second, Clover blinks up at me. Some of that bratty resolve has disappeared, her desperation growing too strong to deny.
“Please, Brooks. Please . I need you to…” I watch Clover find her strength, sucking in a breath that makes her breast rise and fall. “I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s such a good girl,” I praise, then sheathe myself inside her in one long press forward.
Clover moans low, still doing her best to stay quiet, and fuck, is she tight around me. It takes her a moment to accommodate the stretch, but when I’m fully seated inside her, it’s utter bliss.
“Brooks, oh, God…” The words tumble out in a breathy mumble, and I set up a rhythm that Clover is quick to follow. “Yes, oh, yeeesss…”
“That’s it, darlin’.” I anchor one hand on the headboard while I grip her hip with the other. “Grip the headboard, Lucky. Rock against me.”
It is a fucking challenge to stay quiet for both of us, and my mind spins as the feeling of thrusting in and out of Clover’s perfect body surges through my nerves. She takes me so well, her slim, tiny body so dwarfed by mine.
The slick back and forth is so damned good, and then I need more of it. I go for Clover’s leg, pulling it up onto my shoulder so I can sink even deeper into her.
“Ugh!” She lets out a sharp cry, and I release the headboard to muffle her with my palm.
“Ah-ah, darlin’. You need to stay quiet for me.” She grinds against me, rubbing the sensitive bud at the tip of her slit against my pelvis before biting playfully on my hand. “Bite all you want, Lucky. It ain’t going to stop me from claiming every inch of your pussy.”
She bites alright, but it’s pointed, and the pain lights through my spine, only heightening the pleasure. We lock stares, zeroed in on each other as I fuck her hard, a pointed rhythm making the most of every thrust.
The tell-tale burn of a release creeps through me, and I know it’s coming for Clover, too, when her eyes roll back, her legs squeezing me like a vice.
“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me.”
I move quicker but don’t lose any power, and Clover clamps down around my shaft as the release drills through her like a bolt of lightning. The pulsing around my cock is more than enough to send me over the edge as well, and I lose myself, groaning low as I empty myself into Clover.
Our orgasms seem to last several minutes, and then Clover and I are slowing down and catching our breath.
I’m not sure how much time passes after that. We lay there, our foreheads touching, and I just bask in the way it feels to be connected to Clover like this.
Neither of us speaks, and after a while, I let go of her leg. Clover groans, her hip likely sore, and as we both get comfortable on the bed, she tucks herself against me.
Wrapping my arm around her, I settle in, exhaustion draping over me like a weighted blanket. I close my eyes as I bury my face in her hair, Clover’s small form curled against my front.
And slowly, gently, we fall asleep, holding each other. As consciousness fades, there’s a moment where my logical brain wants to scream at me, but I ignore it, focusing on the smell of Clover’s hair and how good she feels in my arms.