Chapter 24
JOEL
Brooke slumps against me and lets out a little sigh. All the tension from the past few weeks eases out of my shoulders. I asked her to stay, and she said yes. I want to shout it from the rooftops, I want to get down on one knee, I want to let everyone know she’s mine.
But I moved too fast once. I’ll be content with a promise to stay, for now.
As I hold her in my arms, her soft body pressed against mine, her feminine scent surrounding me, my body fills with a different kind of tension.
I came around here with only one thing on my mind; to get Brooke to stay, but as she presses her hips against me, something else springs to mind and to life.
My hand slides down her back to cup her bottom. Brooke moves slightly and presses her hips to me. I’m instantly hard, and the friction through the layers of clothing is exquisite torture.
She tilts her head back, and my gaze darts to her lips.
“Can I kiss you now?”
She smiles shyly and grinds her hips against me. There’s nothing shy about the movements her body is making, and I’m overwhelmed by the need I have for her.
My lips press to hers in a slow, sensual kiss. She tastes like chamomile tea and pizza sauce.
“I missed kissing you,” I whisper.
The kiss deepens, and my hand slides up her back to clasp the back of her head and tangle in her hair.
“And I missed your hair.” I run a strand of golden hair through my fingers.
My hand slides down her hips and between her legs. I cup her mound, and she gasps. “And I missed this.”
She pushes against my palm, and she’s hot even through her skirt. Brooke gasps and her head tilts backward, showing her long neck. I kiss the skin there as I move my palm over her sensitive places.
Brooke jerks at my touch, and her eyes widen with desire. My lips explore her throat and her lips, and with every contact, I feel closer to her.
I want to make her mine, to possess her, but first, I want to make her feel good.
I slide one hand down her legs until I reach the bottom of her skirt. The fabric is loose and floaty, and I grasp it in my fist and pull it up, letting my knuckles trail over her bare legs. The skin of her thighs is hot as my fingers graze over it.
“Is this okay?”
My knuckles graze the fabric of her panties and come away wet.
“Yes.” Her voice is husky. “This is more than okay.”
My lips crash into hers, and I spin her around so her back is pushed up against the kitchen counter. I tug her skirt over her hips, and with our lips still locked, I push her thighs apart and slide my hand between them.
Sticky heat meets my hand, and Brooke groans.
“You like that?”
Her lips are swollen, and her eyes are wide with desire. Our eyes lock as I slide aside the edge of her panties and slip a thick finger inside her. Brooke’s eyes widen even more as her pussy sucks at my finger. I feel her soft walls clenching me all the way to my dick and let out a groan.
I long to be inside her, but I won’t rush this. It feels too precious, too intimate to rush. Also, I want to taste Brooke. I want to feel her writhe on my tongue.
I slide my finger out of her, and she gives a disappointed whimper.
“Don’t worry, I’m not stopping.”
I slip my fingers into the top of her panties and pull them down her legs and off her feet. My hands go either side of her hips, and I lift her onto the kitchen counter.
Then I crouch to my knees and draw her into my mouth. Brooke moans as I kiss and lick every part of her. She tastes like heaven, and her moans ring in my ears.
I draw her slowly to a peak, and she grips my hair as she cascades down the other side, her body trembling and her pussy quivering on my lips.
Only then do I stand up. Brooke wraps her thighs around me, and I lift her off the counter. I turn around and head out of the kitchen.
“Bedroom?” is the only word I can croak out.
She points to a door at the end of a short hallway, and I’m there in two strides. I shunt it open with my hip, and we crash through the door and straight onto the bed.
Brooke giggles as she rolls under me. He skirt falls back into place, and I make a grab for it.
“Take this off.”
We tug at each other’s clothing, suddenly desperate to be naked together. Our clothes are discarded on the floor, and I pull Brooke down on top of me. We roll together in a tangle of limbs and kisses until she’s under me.
She’s panting, her cheeks are rosy, and her hair is fanned out across the pillow.
“You’re beautiful.”
She smiles at me and runs a hand through my hair. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I capture her hand and kiss her wrist and her elbow, and when I let her go, she slides the hand between us.
“I need you, Joel.” Her voice is a low whine, and I’m not going to deny her what she wants.
I slide between her thighs and find the warm entrance slick with her desire.
Our eyes lock as my cock pushes into the entrance. Her eyes widen, but she maintains eye contact.
“Fuck. You’re perfect.”
She lifts her hips, forcing me in deeper as I slide all the way inside. Brooke whimpers, and I kiss her lips as my cock is encased in her sticky heat and slick pussy walls.
Her legs wrap around my back, and she draws me deeper. Our bodies lock together, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Emotion erupts out of my chest, and I thrust in deeper, needing to feel all of her.
“I love you, Brooke.”
I lean back to see her face as we move slowly together. “I love you too, Joel.”
Our eyes remain on each other as we find the slow, steady rhythm of our bodies. I’m where I’m meant to be, where I belong. Inside the woman I love.
Time seems suspended as we move as one, locked together in a tangle of limbs and sweat until the movement becomes faster, the heat more intense, and the pressure too much.
Brooke arches her back, and my name is on her lips as she falls apart.
I come with her, releasing into her as my body shakes and trembles with her, sharing the climax and falling exhausted together onto the bed.
Someday soon, when she and the girls are ready, I’ll move her out of this cramped apartment and make space for her in my home and in my life. Brooke belongs to me now, and I intend to give never everything she needs.
I thought I was content with my girls and my center and my community, but I’ve never felt contentment like I do, lying with Brooke in my arms. My life is truly complete.