Chapter 12 #2
My heart did that lurching thing, and I swallowed hard.
“This wasn’t what you were expecting tonight, Leif.
Maybe this is all too much between work and life and family.
You shouldn’t be getting a single mom. You should be out there living your life, and actually be with somebody that can focus on you and only you. ”
Leif laughed and it made me wonder why the hell he was laughing.
“I don’t live in a dream world where nobody has any baggage or connections or life beyond my every whim and desire.
You’re a mom. I knew going into this that Luke is, and will always be, your number one priority.
Sure, we could have gone out to eat tonight, and maybe I could’ve convinced you to kiss me, and maybe a little bit more,” he said with a wink, and I laughed despite myself.
“But that’s not what’s going to happen now.
Instead, I will cook you something relatively edible, eat it maybe with some candlelight, and keep a look out all night.
You do not have to worry about me, Brooke. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
With that, he kissed me hard on the mouth and then walked into the kitchen as if he had been doing it his whole life. I stood there, swallowed hard, and wondered why I was crying.
Because tears wet my cheeks at the thought of Leif just being nice to me and understanding, of liking my son and wanting to make sure that I was there for him. I wanted to be there for him as well.
I did not deserve Leif Montgomery. But I wanted to.
* * *
We ended up eating box macaroni and cheese with my open bottle of rosé wine, sitting on the floor in my living room and talking quietly. I kept my video surveillance of Luke on my phone.
“His fever is already down, and he is sleeping hard. I think it was just a nasty little bug that should be over by the morning, but it scared me.” I’d cleaned myself up a bit more, washing my face clear of makeup and putting my hair in a better messy bun.
I still wore my bra and panties underneath a T-shirt and shorts, so it wasn’t precisely date attire, but I felt comfortable.
I hadn’t even slept with Leif yet, not since Paris, and yet here I was, having dinner with tea light candles lighting up the living room, and box macaroni and cheese as our gourmet meal.
It felt like home.
That should scare me, but it just felt right. I could think about everything that was wrong with it later.
“It scared me, too. I’m glad he’s going to be okay.”
I played with the rim of my wine glass, swallowing hard. “I know this isn’t what you planned for tonight.”
“I planned on spending time with you, Brooke. That’s exactly what we’re doing.”
His eyes went dark, ever so slightly, and I bit my lip, noticing the way that his gaze went straight to the movement.
“You surprise me every day, Montgomery.”
He smiled then, his gaze brightening. “I could say the same about you, Dr. Adler.” He rose. “Oh, I’m going to have to call you Dr. Adler when I’m deep inside you.”
I pressed my thighs together, holding back a groan. There was just something about this man. “Oh really, you’re already imagining it?”
He leaned forward, brushed his lips to mine.
“I imagine it every day. I’m hard enough most days that I have to begin my morning and end my night coming in my own damn hand thinking about you.
And that might make me a growly asshole for daring to tell you that to your face, but I’m just going to have to lay it all out there.
I want you to come on my cock. I want you to ride my face.
I want to remember exactly what you look like when you orgasm.
Even if it takes another year to get there, I want to know it all. ”
I swallowed, memories hitting me hard of what we had done in the past and what he put into such descriptive words.
I honestly could not think of a reason to wait.
So I wouldn’t.
“It will not take another year,” I said as I watched his throat work and swallow hard. “In fact, if you promise to keep quiet, it won’t take another minute.”
Then I leaned forward and kissed him harder. He groaned, the tension in the room shifting into something hot, primal.
He slid his hand over my hair, taking it out of its bun. It tumbled down my shoulders. He wrapped it around his fist, tugging ever so slightly.
I parted my lips, letting his tongue slide along mine as he deepened the kiss. I slid my hands up his back, over his shirt, and gently scratched my nails down the linen covering his muscled arm.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a guttural moan.
“As sure as I’m ever going to be,” I whispered. Probably not the best answer, but the truthful one. When he pulled back and looked at my face, I saw him searching, needing to know. But this was the moment. The only moment.
So I pulled away, noting the curiosity in his gaze and how I stood up and pulled him with me. “Be quiet, very quiet,” I whispered, winking.
He grinned and followed me to the bedroom.
The bedroom was still slightly messy from getting ready with Lake, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.
But in the end, it didn’t even look like he studied my room.
Instead, he cupped my face again and deepened the kiss.
The door was closed behind us, my phone in my hand.
He took the phone from me, put it on the bedside table, and gently lifted me by my hips.
My eyes widened at the show of his strength, subtle as it was, before he set me on the bed and kissed me harder.
This time there was a sense of urgency as if we both knew if we weren’t quick enough, if we didn’t touch each other in the need that we held, this moment would shatter.
So I pulled at his buttons, undoing his shirt clumsily. We laughed as we both pulled away and he helped me undo the rest of his shirt. He tossed it to the floor, leaving him naked above the waist with nothing but ink.
I slid my hands down his chest, unable to hold myself back anymore. His skin seared mine, all hot and hard over sleek muscle. I sucked in a breath as I looked up at him, his eyes nearly glowing with need.
“Touch me, Brooke. I love when you touch me.” He leaned forward, brushed his finger along my jaw. “I need you to touch me.”
“Only if you touch me,” I whispered, far more brazen than I thought possible. I knew we needed to be quiet, oh so quiet, so when he leaned down and gently lifted my shirt up over my head, I had to press my lips together so I wouldn’t moan aloud.
I couldn’t think then as he leaned down and kissed me, his hands on my breasts over the lace of my bra, then down my sides and over my hips.
I pushed back onto the bed, needing him as I pulled him on top of me.
He obliged, hovering over me and between my legs, and he kissed me in long, sure motions as if he had all the time in the world and he wasn’t burning up from the inside out like I was.
Waiting.
Needing.
Aching.
Then his hand was between my legs over the thin cotton of my shorts, and I felt as if I were on fire.
I arched into him, silently demanding more as he rubbed me over my shorts.
When he finally, finally, slid his hands under the band to cup me, I nearly shot off the bed.
It was only the fact his mouth was on mine that kept my moan contained.
This was so familiar, as if the two of us hadn’t spent a decade apart, and yet it was all new and needy and everything I wanted and craved.
“That’s it, Brooke. Ride my hand. Let me look at those pretty eyes as you drench my palm.”
At the deep growl of his words, I nearly came. “Leif.”
“It’s just you and me.” Then he slid his thick fingers deep inside me and curled them, my wetness making me so slick that he eased in without any resistance.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking wet, Brooke. Did I do that to you?
Did I make this pretty pussy all wet and eager for me?
” He began to work his fingers deep inside me, stretching me carefully.
The sounds of my slickness over his hand nearly made me blush, but then he flicked my clit with his thumb, and it was hard for me to think.
I came on his hand as he worked me, his gaze greedy and pleased as I whispered his name, trying to keep quiet.
“That’s it, Brooke. You’re so pretty when you come. I need you to do it again. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you come on my hand?”
I shook my head, and he quirked a brow.
“Oh?”
“I want to come on your face,” I said boldly, my cheeks so bright red they flamed.
He looked at me, his eyes wide, then he laughed before crushing his mouth to mine.
I hadn’t meant to say the words, but I couldn’t help but imagine his face between my legs, the roughness of his beard along the inner silk of my thighs.
Everything ached, and my pussy pulsated, needing more, needing him.
He moved us both, sliding off my shorts fully, then my bra.
He did the same to his pants and I swallowed hard, finally seeing all of him for the first time in years.
“When did you get your dick pierced?” I squeaked, my eyes going wide.
He looked down at himself, his cock hard, long, and thick with a barbell at the tip. “I’ve had it for a few years. I forgot that you haven’t seen me since Paris.” He met my gaze and stroked himself, once, twice.
I nearly came right then.
“Did it hurt?”
“A little, but not too badly. It’ll feel good, Brooke. And I have condoms with me that are made for the piercing, so you don’t have to worry about it breaking over it. I had it with me just in case. I promise I didn’t think tonight would end like this.”
I bit my lip, not realizing I was cupping my breasts and staring at his dick until he stroked himself again.
“You ready, Brooke?”
I nodded, licking my lips. “Always.”
Then he was over me again, and his mouth was between my legs.
I arched off the bed, slamming my hand over my mouth as he licked my pussy, sliding his tongue between my folds as he dove deeper.
He spread me, blowing cool air over my heated flesh before he was licking and sucking and nearly sending me over the edge.
When he shook his head slightly, humming along my clit and holding my thighs apart, feasting as if a man starved, I slid my free hand over his head, keeping him in place as I came, holding back another moan in case I shook the house with my screams.
Leif was over me then, as if I’d blacked out at that moment, his mouth on mine. I could taste myself on his lips, and I nearly came again. Instead, I wrapped my legs around him, needing him.
He pulled back, shaking his head before he moved to grab the condom I hadn’t realized he’d placed near us.
I let out short, choppy breaths as he slid the condom over his length, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Brooke. You’re gorgeous when you come. You’re all pink and rosy. I can’t wait to fuck you hard into this mattress. Do you think you can be quiet, baby? For me? Can you be quiet when I pound hard into you and make you come around my dick?”
I spread my thighs, slowly playing with my folds. “I think if you don’t move and make good on those promises, I’m going to make myself come and never touch your cock. As it is, you’ve been selfish and haven’t let me…play.”
Again, I didn’t know this Brooke. She sounded like the girl she had been in Paris, not the single mom she was now.
But that was what Leif did to me, and I didn’t care.
Not now, and maybe not ever.
And then Leif was between my legs and slowly, oh so slowly, sliding inside me.
He was big, bigger than I remembered as he kissed me and slid deep inside me.
He stretched me, the burn and ache, perfection.
And when he was seated, I could feel the piercing within me, and the sensation was new, dangerous, and everything I hadn’t known I’d wanted. Everything I hadn’t known I’d needed.
And when he moved, taking his time, and not going hard and fast as he’d said, I knew this was rightness.
We crested over the abyss together, his hands and mouth on me as he shifted, so I was over him, riding him and rocking my hips. When he came, he held me close, kissing me as if there were no tomorrow, no yesterday, and only this moment forever.
I hadn’t realized I was crying until he kissed my tears away and rubbed my back.
I looked at him then, and there were no words.
There didn’t need to be.
I was falling for Leif Montgomery.
Again.
And I wasn’t sure I could stop myself even if I wanted to try.