Chapter 36 JJ
THIRTY-SIX
JJ
“You're incredible,” JJ murmured.
And so was this view. Brooke: completely undone, hair still wet and eyes bright blue as she complained about JJ’s apparent mouth talents and the devastation she'd wreaked on Brooke’s body.
JJ’s cheeks hurt, her jaw burned and so did her chest—so full, it felt like bursting. Being able to do this with Brooke, share this with her and see her react that way was… wow.
Like a fire awakened, all she wanted to do was consume. After the earlier events on the canvas, JJ assumed she was done. Coming once was usually hard enough, yet the pulse between her legs had only grown in fervour with each press of her tongue to Brooke’s clit.
Now? Now she was starving.
She prowled up Brooke’s body, hips pushing down into her, making Brooke hiss at the contact.
Want mirrored in Brooke’s eyes as JJ kissed her with everything she had.
Arms wrapped around her as Brooke deepened the kiss, no doubt tasting herself.
Was there anything hotter? JJ groaned at the thought, pressing into Brooke again.
It only ramped Brooke up, hands clawing down JJ’s back and tugging at the last scrap of fabric between them.
There was nothing slow about the next movements, nothing to savour—her bather bottoms needed to be off, and they needed to be off—now.
JJ balanced on one shaking arm, not willing to break their kiss.
She haphazardly clawed at her own bikini with Brooke’s help, wishing her legs weren’t so bloody long as she kicked them off somewhere into the void. Thank fuck for that.
She lowered herself either side of Brooke’s leg, centres touching for the first time.
They were a little off, not quite there with the current angle, but the effect was very much real as Brooke whimpered into her mouth.
JJ rocked back and forth, shoulders straining under the effort, a fine sheen of sweat starting to form between her shoulder blades.
“Have you ever tried this before?” JJ asked, breaking their kiss.
Brooke shook her head.
“Do you trust me?”
“Do whatever you have in mind.”
JJ placed one more kiss on her lips before straightening up. “Try throwing that leg over my shoulder.”
“What do you think I am, Barbie?”
“What do you think I did with my dolls when I was little?” JJ’s grin was wicked. She held her arm out to give Brooke a hand as she attempted it anyway. Her leg landed on JJ’s shoulder with ease.
“Not that hard now, was it?”
Adjusting her position, JJ moved until she was on her knees and directly over Brooke’s centre again. She held onto Brooke’s leg for support and lowered herself down, eyes never leaving Brooke.
“Oh.,” Brooke gasped.
“Now lift your hips,” JJ directed as she thrust her own. The timing was perfect, the connection intense as they brushed directly against each other.
“Oh fuck.”
There was nothing, nothing in the world that felt this good, this personal and raw as she opened herself up to Brooke. The swell of emotion at their connection was almost too much.
Brooke lifted her hips again as JJ ground down. The delicious friction was wet and rough, making the most obscene sounds between them.
“I didn’t think this was real,” Brooke uttered in her own haze. She almost sounded delirious as she undulated beneath JJ, a hand reaching out to squeeze her arse—to encourage JJ or to stabilise herself, JJ didn’t know.
Their movements sped up, their noises increasing, but she didn’t care.
It felt too good—again. This was fucking magic.
They moved as one, sliding against each other as the sounds grew harsher, their breathing laboured.
JJ’s thighs burned, her hips edging on a pain that if she pushed further, she’d pull a muscle.
She thrust harder anyway, ignoring the pain, ignoring the burn and chasing the internal flame that had built into a roaring fire.
All other sounds were drowned out as she felt the wave come out of nowhere, cresting and crashing down as she cried out.
Brooke was just as loud as she convulsed underneath her.
She felt the pulses between them as they stayed connected, allowing their bodies to calm, for the waves to subside and the warmth and tingles to take over.
Yellow.
Bursts of yellow were all JJ could see in that moment as she took in Brooke’s bright eyes staring at her, chest rising and falling, still trying to catch her breath.
JJ eased Brooke’s leg down and gingerly collapsed on top of her, thighs stiff and sore, only moments away from having pushed them too far.
No regrets.
They smelled of sweat and sex—the sweet scent lingering in the air between them.
Heart beginning to slow, JJ rolled to the side, propping herself up on an elbow.
She cupped Brooke’s cheek and kissed her, then lazily trailed a hand down her torso.
Brooke’s skin sported a shimmering glow, and JJ couldn’t get enough of it.
Couldn’t stop touching, even in this post-coital stupor.
“You,” Brooke stated, bopping her on the nose, “are something else. I don’t even have words for how I’m feeling right now. I’ve never come like that in such quick succession. You’re a literal magician.”
“Well, right back at you. I’ve never come twice in one night. So, we’re both in new territory here.”
“That angle was heaven.” Brooke closed her eyes a moment as if savouring the memory. “I’ve never felt those sensations or had such a rapid build up. That hit me out of nowhere.”
“Me too. I guess we could say that’s been building between us for a while,” JJ said, eyes fixed on Brooke as she laced their hands together, caressing Brooke’s palm with her thumb.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” Brooke let out a long, slow breath. “So, do I get a second date?”
“What do you think?”
Brooke grinned, rolling on top of JJ and pinning her down with a kiss.
“You didn’t tell me you painted as a hobby too!” Jess called out. “Looks great.”
JJ blinked. The sun was streaming in the window, Brooke curled up at her side.
Jess appeared in the doorway. “Oop—” she said, skidding to a stop. “Oh.” She gawked for a full second like a fish. Enough time for Brooke to wake up and lift her head to see what all the noise was.
Well, shit.
Jess’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “Morning. You—I’m—sorry, bye.” She squeezed her eyes shut, covering them with her hand for added effect, and walked backwards down the hall until—JJ presumed—her own bedroom door slammed shut. Muffled cackles floated down the hall.
Brooke shared a look with her, still half asleep and ridiculously sexy. “Well, cat’s out of the bag now.”
“The cats only jumped in the bag last night. We haven’t even had a chance to figure this out for ourselves,” JJ said.
Brooke gave her a look.
“What?”
“Didn’t feel like just last night for me,” Brooke confessed.
“No, I know. You know what I mean. I’m happy to tell people if you are. You’re not something I want to hide away. How do you feel about that?”
“I’d like that. So, we tell people we’re… dating?” Brooke asked, chin resting on JJ’s chest.
JJ nodded. “Now I’m going to have to drag you around to meet the family. I’ll use you as a shield against all their questions.”
Brooke’s face was pure horror.
“They’re harmless, you’ll love ‘em. Just make sure to eat all the food Mum serves up, compliment Gran’s garden and ask Dad how the footy’s going. You’ll be a family favourite in no time.”
“Got it.” Brooke smiled.
“By the way, your sex hair is on point this morning.”
“Hey!” Brooke scowled, tweaking JJ’s nipple.
“Ow!” JJ ruffled Brooke’s hair even further until Brooke swatted her hand away. “So are we getting dressed and spilling the beans?”
This reminded JJ of the time she’d walked in on Jess and Remi almost kissing the weekend Jess moved in. Oh, how the tables had turned!
Fifteen minutes later, they'd neatened themselves up to be presentable and made their way out of the bedroom.
Brooke inhaled. “Is that coffee?”
“And pancakes?” JJ questioned. They found Jess behind the stove, indeed cooking pancakes, while Remi sat at their dining room table with a laptop. Both women froze as the two of them padded out.
Jess kept her eyes down on the frying pan, the tips of her ears pink, while Remi hid behind a mug.
“Morning, ladies,” JJ greeted.
“Morning,” they replied.
“Before you say anything,” Jess added, “sorry about barging in before and bringing Remi over without checking. We had a delay on a part to pick up around the corner, so I figured I’d make us breakfast instead of hanging around—and I thought you'd be at work.”
“I booked the morning off.” JJ grabbed Brooke’s hand, drawing the attention of both other women in the room.
“And no need to ask permission for your girlfriend to come over.
I'm not your mum—this is your house too, Jess. Now, to the question you both really want to know—yes, Brooke and I are dating. No, we won't be taking questions at this time. We’re still figuring that shit out ourselves.”
Brooke smiled and squeezed her hand.
Remi lowered her mug, the biggest shit-eating grin on her face. “I'm happy for you two. And you don't need to explain to us.” She shared a look with Jess. “We get it.”
Jess brought a stack of pancakes over to the table. “We’re here to chat over brekkie if you want.”
After what they'd got up to last night? Food was necessary.
But first, coffee.
Sitting down to eat with the three of them felt surreal. On the trip, she’d pictured this moment, wondering if she’d be friends with Brooke, or if they’d stay in touch at all—yet here they were, as much, much more.
Of course, there were still many unanswered questions between them.
How would they work long term? How would Brooke fit around JJ’s current work schedule?
For once, JJ didn't have all the answers and didn't have a plan—and for the first time, she didn’t care.
They were winging it, one day at a time and figuring it out, together.
She didn’t know what the future held, but neither did anyone else. So she sat in the present: Brooke by her side, piping hot spontaneous pancakes on her plate, and some of the best friends she could ask for sitting right across from her with the biggest grins.
Yeah, this was right where she was meant to be, because the best things in life couldn’t be planned.
Time to live outside those lines.