Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)(71)

“No, but I eat pussy for breakfast.”

“Oh my God,” Brooke groans as she spins in a circle and comes back around to stare at me with her hazelnut brown eyes. They remind me of that pumpkin pie spice mix my mom used to put into everything during November and December, that yummy orange-brown powder that smelt like home and warmth and holidays. “Please don't ever say that again either.”

“I thought it'd be hot for your first time to be here, but …” I button up my pants and lift my hands palms out. “You don't want to suck me off? Okay. Lean against that door right there and drop your panties. This sort of violates the clean part of the public sex rules, but I'm okay with that. I will rock your excitement all over my face, Smarty-Pants.”

“I'm not doing that either,” Brooke whispers as I cross my arms over my chest and smile at her, slow and easy, letting her see in my face that she's not getting out of this one. She's nervous, but her chest is rising and falling in rapid pants and her eyes are shimmering with desire. Plus, she won't stop licking her lower lip and fisting her fingers into the fabric of her skirt.

“Okay.” I shrug my shoulders and lace my fingers behind my neck. “Let's go get another beer or something then.”

“But …” Brooke starts as she gives me a quick once-over, taking in the green t-shirt with the video game characters splashed all over it. I don't normally wear this thing outside my own apartment, but I feel safe with Brooke, like maybe I could accept that I'm one tenth nerd. Or maybe one twentieth. Anyway, I feel like maybe I could learn to embrace that. “I thought you were going to, you know.” She gestures her hand at one of the closed and locked doors in the alcove.

“Fuck you? Yeah, I was going to. But you don't seem all that into it. I don't want to pressure you into anything you don't want to do.”

Brooke narrows her eyes on me.

“I see what you're doing and I don't like it.”

I stay there smiling, my arms still crossed over my chest as Brooke sighs and drops her stupid yarn bag to the ground.

“Okay,” she says as she takes several deep breaths and rubs at her white and pink hat. “Let's do this.”

I raise an eyebrow as she steps over to me and looks me in the face, reaching down and tearing open the button on my jeans. I damn near cream my pants at the determined expression she's wearing, the fierceness she's using to tackle something as simple as sucking me off.

Kind of makes me like her a little bit more.

Brooke drops to her knees on the welcome mat as I lean back against the door to the shop and suck in a massive breath, enjoying the slow slide of her fingers as she parts the denim and finds out that hey, I'm not wearing any fucking underwear.

“Rule number four,” I whisper as her hand wraps around the base of my cock and I groan. “Always come prepared.” Brooke pauses for a moment, mouth twitching in a slight smile and then leans forward to run her tongue up the side of my shaft.

I seriously almost blow it right there—pun so totally intended. The way she moves, the way she touches me, the stupid ugly hat on her head, all of it makes me fucking crazy. I want to grab the back of her head and thrust my hips against her mouth, come on the back of her tongue and watch her swallow me down that gorgeous throat of hers.

Instead, I relax into the doorway, leaning my bodyweight back against the glass as I reach down and tug that hat off of Brooke's hair, tossing it aside and curling my fingers in the silky chocolate strands, twining them around my fingers as I tug her closer, encourage her to part her lips and take me into her warmth.

“Oh hell to the fuck yes,” I groan as the music swells and the crowd cheers, a horde of people flowing in a mass just outside of our little bubble. Makes it so much hotter. I almost want to be caught, want somebody to stumble into our nook and see this girl with her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. I want them to look at us and feel fucking jealous as shit that they're not me, that they can't have her the way I can. “That's it, Brooke, right there.”

She slips her tongue to the sensitive underside of my shaft, flicking it up against the metal of my frenum piercing until I can't take it anymore, pushing me in deeper, just a few inches more but damn. The warmth of her wrapped around me like that is intoxicating, especially paired with the cool air from the bay swirling against the rest of my exposed skin.

Brooke slides back and takes a breath, exhaling against my moistened skin. I glance down at her and she looks up at me.

“Am I doing this right?” she asks and I groan, shoving the heels of my hands against my eyes.

“Are you trying to make me blow my load like, right this fucking second? Don't talk like that.” Brooke huffs out and the flutter of warmth makes me moan and buck my hips.