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“I know a way we can both be happy,” I say, dragging my thumbs up to her warm, supple lips.
“I bet you do, but there’s something I need to say.”
Instead of letting her continue, I remember how she reacted when I touched her lips at the bonfire. So, I do it again. I pull down on her bottom lip and caress it with my thumb, and she melts into me.
We kiss until my dick is so hard, its sticking out perpendicular to my body. Unable to control myself, I pick her up and walk her to my car. Her legs are hooked around my waist, and my hard-on is nestled between her ass cheeks, with my clothes on. Which needs to be rectified.
Her palms push against my chest.
“God, you’re beautiful.” The crescent moon shines a sliver of light, allowing me to watch as a rosy blush blooms over her face. I can’t think of a single woman I’ve been with who blushed from a compliment or a touch.
Her lips move as I cover them with mine. “Shhh. Tonight, we’re going to explore this.” I peck her lips gently.
“I can’t. I have plans.”
“Cancel them. I promise to give you multiple orgasms.” I skid my teeth over her ear.
There’s that blush again.
Behind her ear is perfumed with a light, fresh scent. I reposition myself and when I do, I feel her juices dampening what I think is a leotard. I press against her harder and move my fingers in circles over her center.
Breathy moans make my erection grow, and Brooke gives herself to me, wallowing in the pleasure. She’s grinding against my finger and drops her head, biting my shoulder.
“Fu… fuck. Come with me.”
“Where?”
I slip her phone from her coat pocket, set her feet back to the ground, and hand it to her. “Cancel your plans and find out.”
Brooke chews on her bottom lip as she darts her eyes between me and the phone. “Give me a minute alone.” She walks to the barren tree and holds the phone to her ear. I can’t hear what she’s saying or who she’s breaking a date with, but I use the time to text a big hockey donor. He gave me a key to his guest house, saying I could use it anytime, but I want to make sure if I’m taking her somewhere that no one else is using it tonight. He says only one player has a key per year.
She strides down the sidewalk in boots, pink tights, and a little black, see-through skirt over a leotard. It’s a good thing she has a coat.
“Whoever he was, he won’t make you feel as good as I will.” I pull her into my chest, and I drink in the look in her eyes. The insecurity. The need. The innocence.
“No one compares to him,” she utters into my mouth as I’m kissing her. But if that’s true, why is she coming with me? Maybe this is where Coach lives. No, he’s not married.
I make a mental note to ask her how he compares after she’s worn out from having orgasms. Swiftly, I exit the parking lot, driven by the urgency to reach the guest house as soon as possible, so I can fulfill my commitment. Using my hand, I gently shift her lengthy puffy coat aside and apply pressure to her thigh, first in one place, and then at the midpoint of her thigh and center.
She tries to speak but between each word is a raspy breath. “Did you… win… tonight?” Her delicate fingers fold over my forearm, wanting more. “Did… you… you… score?”
Thank God the drive is short. At the iron gate, I punch in the code and wind back to the guest house, put the car in park, and push the button so the seat scoots back. She crawls into my lap and even though we have a whole house, we’re in my car making out.
Her mouth slides over my neck, biting as she gets close to reaching the next level, but then I slow down, wanting to memorize how her mouth feels sucking and biting my skin. My finger crawls under the leotard and digs into the tights until I’m able to poke a hole through the material. My finger slides through her slick folds, chasing her orgasm with her.
While still working her swollen lips, I push a finger inside her tight walls. When her muscles clench, they suck my finger in deeper, and she mumbles something to the effect, “I tried. I tried so hard. Reed. Please.”
I do love when a woman begs. “I can’t wait to get these clothes off and taste you again.”
Then I kiss her hard, dominating every movement, and she shatters on my hand. I slip my fingers to her mouth and as she takes them in, she closes her lids as her lips fold over my finger. I continue to twirl my finger around her tongue, listening to her moans.
Opening the car door, I throw her over my shoulder and slap her ass. “Why can’t I stop thinking about being inside you?”
A high-pitched laugh escapes her mouth, and the darkest corners of my heart inflate. Filling the tiny crevices that have left me lonely and destructive for far too long.
Chapter Eighteen
BROOKE
