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“Come here,” I said again, in case she hadn’t heard me the first time. “I want to make you feel good.”
Her gaze lowered to my cock and for a few seconds, I was sure she would say no and resume what she’d been doing. If that happened, I wasn’t sure I could resist.
But luckily, she honored my request. Putting a hand on each of my thighs, she pushed herself to a standing position and looked down at me.
“I want you naked,” she said.
She didn’t have to ask me twice. My jacket, shirt, and tie were off and on the floor in seconds while she helped with the rest of it. My plan was to stand and take her to the bed, but she had other ideas.
“You asked how this would go in your hot tub,” she said. “Let me show you.”
Climbing onto the chair, she slid a leg in on either side of me, straddling me. How she managed to fit both of us into the chair, I didn’t know, but any discomfort I might have felt was gone once she lowered onto me, taking me deep inside her.
“Ahh,” I moaned, putting a hand on either side of her waist and guiding her smoothly up and down.
She put a hand on either side of my head on the backrest and stared down at me for a long, intense moment as the two of us processed what was happening. We were the closest two people could get, and it felt right. Like it had been destined from birth. Like we’d been on two separate paths that would eventually bring us together.
She leaned down and kissed me as she took control of our lovemaking. I got lost in the kiss, but only for a couple of minutes. I was dangerously close, and I didn’t want this to end just yet.
So I broke the kiss and lifted her off me. Once we were standing, I pulled her toward me again, kissing her as I walked her toward the bed. She climbed onto it, pulling me with her, but I held myself above her, not yet ready to take my eyes off her. I wanted to devour every inch of her with my eyes, my hands, my mouth…
I started with her neck, then worked my way down to her breasts. I took one of her nipples in my mouth, running my tongue over the hardened bud until she was writhing beneath me. And then I made my way across her stomach, parting her legs.
That was when I moved up to stare down at her. I wanted to watch her as I slid my fingers inside her. I was going to make her come not once, but twice. For every ounce of happiness I had, she should have two. That would be my goal as her man.
Brooke’s eyes widened when I found the spot, and I knew instantly she’d never come this way before. I continued stroking her, relishing every sigh and gasp that came across her lips. And then her eyes closed and her head fell back. When her hips started moving, I knew I was close to achieving my goal.
Then she came, crying out briefly before seeming to realize we weren’t in the middle of nowhere. We were in a hotel room, and there could very well be someone on the other side of one of these walls. She lowered her volume to a whimper, then a gasp as she gradually came back down to Earth.
Rest. I should give her at least a few seconds to rest before continuing. If I wanted her to come a second time, that was exactly what it would take. But she didn’t seem to want to do that. Instead, her hands were on my arms, tugging me upward.
“Now,” she said, and the look in her eyes was not one I could resist.
I stared down at her as I entered her this time, and she returned that stare. It was in that moment I couldn’t stop myself from saying the words, “I love you.”
It was the first official “I love you” of our relationship.
She smiled and said, “I love you too” as her eyes filled with tears. They were happy tears, though.
Wrapping her legs around me, she pulled me in deeper. This time, as my movements increased and I neared orgasm, she squeezed my arms, crying out.
I’d done it. I made her come a second time. There would no doubt be a third before the night was over.
EPILOGUE
BROOKE
I stepped out of our SUV and closed the door, looking around. We were in the parking spot next to the one we’d occupied that day five years ago. Only that day, we’d been on a motorcycle, and we were on our way to our first time. The first of so many.
“I’ll get the stroller if you grab Bryson,” Jude called out.
He was at the back of the SUV before I could respond, flipping the latch and grabbing our son’s stroller. Bryson was three and capable of walking, but his little legs would tire out long before we did. The stroller was the best way for all three of us to fully enjoy this beautiful fall day.
“Building,” Bryson called out, pointing to the restroom facility we passed on our way to the trail.
As usual, we’d buckled him into the stroller. Otherwise, he might have jumped out at the first chance and taken off at a run. He loved to escape these days. That was his new thing.
“We don’t do this often enough,” Jude said as I inhaled and took in the scene in front of me. There was nothing on earth more beautiful than Blackbear Bluff in the fall. “We work too hard.”
