“You were going to strip in those?” I ask, but it's not as funny of a joke as I'd meant it to be. When Brooke moves closer, putting a knee on one side of me and then straddling my lap—and the hard bulge of my erect cock—I'm powerless to resist. She's a beautiful girl and I'm turned-on as hell and here she is, offering herself to me. Who am I to say no?
Brooke wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me, her tongue hot and slick, sliding into my mouth and flicking across my teeth. Hmm. Not bad for a virgin.
I put my hands on her hips and kiss her back, showing her how to move her tongue, let me in to take control. And that's what she wants right now, I can tell. She wants someone else to take control of the situation, stop her from doing this. I can't exactly make that call, now can I? But I can give her this. If she wants to take this away from those men, this first look at her naked body, then I'll take it for her.
My hands smooth up to Brooke's waist before I lift her away from my lap and stand up.
“Take it all off,” I say as I strip my shirt and she takes a small step back, pausing for a split second before tossing her bra and stepping out of those hideous panties. Her breasts are full but not huge, perky and taut with hard pink nipples and a rosy flush. I want them in my goddamn hands now.
I step forward and breathe in Brooke's sweet scent. God, I love how women smell. Like fruit and flowers and vanilla. A sweep of my hands through her long hair makes the scent stronger, reminds me of cucumbers and watermelon. Yum.
“Lay down,” I whisper as I move back and let her crawl onto the bed, her bare ass perky and plump as she turns and then lays back, letting me get a good, long look at her, at the shaved line of her pussy, the whiteness of her thighs. When I crawl onto the bed, it dips under my weight, squeaking softly as I line my body up with Brooke's and kiss her mouth hard, let her touch and caress my back and chest and belly. Her hands are everywhere, like she's desperate for me, her hips lifting up off the bed, grinding into me as I clench my hands in the sheets and struggle to keep this above the belt.
I said I'd look at her, not … fuck her.
Christ.
What the hell am I doing?
Brooke's arms circle my neck, trapping our mouths together as she arches her breasts into my chest, encourages me to press her into the mattress with my weight. In the back of my mind, I know we really shouldn't be doing this or anything with the realm of this.
But I can't stop.
Naw, maybe I don't stop?
When she drops her hands to my jeans and tears the button open, I let her, let her stick her hand in there and touch me, sliding her palm down my shaft with a gasp tearing from her throat.
“We should probably wait,” I grind out because, shit, I guess I'm fucking crazy as hell. Must be nuts to say no to a girl as pretty as this—especially with her hand pumping furiously on my cock. It's amateur as fuck, but also kind of sexy.
My mouth drops to her collarbone, licking up along that graceful neck of hers, teeth nibbling the sensitive skin of her throat as she moans and digs the nails of her right hand into my bicep. Her left is still working me with a frantic, wild rhythm, begging me for something that I'm not sure she even really wants.
“No.”
I reach down and take her wrist, pulling her hand out of my pants.
When I sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed, she shoots up and presses her back into the headboard, breath coming harsh and quick, her breasts rising and falling with the motion. I glance back at her, but I can only look for a second.
It's too much. It's all just too much.
“I looked at you,” I tell her as I stand up and button my pants, grabbing my shirt and slipping it over my head. “I looked at you, Brooke.” My hand curls around the handle of the sleeping baby's seat, and I move out of the room and down the stairs to find the kids still enraptured in their show.
“You sure look stupid right now,” Kinzie says as I pause and glance into a small mirror at the bottom of the stairs. My hair is mussy and my pupils are huge, like I'm high or something. Nothing I can do about that, I guess. “Can we eat now? It's late and I'm hungry.”
“Yeah, yeah, I'll get right on that, your majesty.” I move into the kitchen and find that the fridge has been stocked with plenty of food. Well, hell. Somebody's thinking way ahead of me, that's for sure. I start to pull stuff out when I hear the front door slam and pause, heading back into the living room and looking out the window just in time to see Brooke's car pull out of the driveway.
I wonder if I'll regret letting her leave like that.
I have no idea what came over me upstairs with Zayden. Like, literally none. I feel like I went crazy there for a minute, like I was sure that anybody would be better than the customers at the club. But … then after I left, I just felt cheap and weird, and I didn't know what to do.