by J Marie
Kicking the door shut, I back her against the wall. “You think it’s okay to flirt with other guys all evening? You think I’ll just sit by and not watch as you twirl that cotton candy hair and laugh just a little too loud at jokes that aren’t funny? Are you trying to make me jealous, Mia?”
“Why? You jealous, Brooks? Does it make you royally pissed to see someone put his hands on me, knowing that I only want yours? Does it make you jealous knowing that while you stood and flirted with Sophie, I sat and wished it was me? I hate these fucking feelings I’m having. I hate that they exist, but the sad truth I’ve been pushing away is that I do. I have so many fucking feelings for you. You aren’t my boyfriend, so I don’t need you to stick up for me.”
“You may not want to label us, Mia, and that’s fine. You don’t wanna give whatever is going on between us a title, that’s fine too. I’m completely okay with going at your pace, but I will tell you this now. You. Are. Mine. So, you tell yourself whatever makes you comfortable because I’m not going anywhere. No matter how unsteady your feelings are toward me. I’m in this for you.”
She smiles. “So you were jealous?”
“Hell yes, I was jealous. I’m a greedy bastard, Mia. I want all of it. Every single scrap, or morsel you’ll give me because my heart is a fucked up asshole and only wants you. So if you need something, you come to me. You want to be fucked, you ask. You want attention, you get it from me. You want me to make love to you so hard we can’t breathe afterward, also me. Welcome to the rest of your life, sweetheart. I’m going to be the air you breathe, every dream you’ve ever had, and the worst nightmare to anyone who dares to lay a finger on you again. You got it?”
“So, you’re going to make love to me now? Have us some nice romantic makeup sex?”
“No, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to do to you what I’ve been dreaming about and researching. I want to hear my name tremble from your lips as you come. So you remember that you belong to me. So you remember that every time my dick thrusts inside you it’s me doing it. So you remember that you’re fucking mine. Every time you walk afterward, you’re going to remember what it feels like to have my dick inside you. Then maybe you won’t be tempted to look for it elsewhere. Ever again because my sweet, sweet Pixie—there’s no getting rid of me now.”
“Damn… is this bossy Brooksy? Cause this is hella hot.”
“Good, now strip. You wanted bossy, you wanted to push me, to make me jealous? Now you get to see what happens when you accomplish all three.”
Mia whips her oversized sweatshirt over her head and flings it to the side, leaving her naked except for her leggings. My eyes trail over her body from head to toe, taking in just how sexy she is when she’s flushed. Rose red paints her cheeks in need, and she bites her lip in anticipation of what is to come. I don’t wait for her to take off her leggings.
“I may need help with these,” she says, holding out her leggings.
“Gladly.” My strength is so raw, so pure right now as I rip them from her body. A gasp escapes her lips, and I can’t help but love the fact that she’s completely okay with my manly man behavior. It’s not tender; it’s rough and desperate. Needy for her attention, all of it.
“You make every other woman on this earth dull in comparison to you. You’re fucking gorgeous, and I can’t even believe that you’re here with me.” I slid my hand up along her spine and bury it in the fullness of her hair, cradling the back of her head as I look into her eyes.
“I’ve never wanted anyone else as much as I want you, Brooks. It’s a crazy feeling. I’ve shut people out for so long that it became second nature. You… you came in here and basically demanded my heart beat for you, and the motherfucker listened.”
I point to my room. “Need you on the bed. Can’t guarantee I’ll be gentle either.”
“Good. I hear gentle is totally overrated anyhow. I need you to boss me around. Use me, Brooksy.”
“Don’t call me Brooksy. Not when I’m being manly.”
She laughs. “Duly noted.”
I strip as quickly as I can, discarding shoes, pants, and shirt as I stalk her into my bedroom. She backs up until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she’s forced to sit down. Her head’s the same level as my dick when I approach her seated position.
But she isn’t going to suck me. Not yet at least. I need her, but she needs to be ready for me first. I pull her up against me hard so she can feel what she’s doing to me. She holds my gaze as I slip my fingers down her side, teasing in circles as I go. She’s tense with desire. Down her side, over her hips and around to the front. My hand slips between her thighs, while my fingertips graze up the inside until I feel her wet heat greeting me like it always does.
“Oh, Mia.” I tsk. “Wet for me already? What, can’t talk when my hands are on you?”
She gasps, thrusting her hips forward toward me as I slip my finger between her folds and rub against the pearl of nerves at the top.
“Does my Mia like it when I talk to her dirty? When I tell her what I’m feeling? When I tell her that it’s so fucking sexy that she’s already wet and ready to take my dick.”
“Mmmm… I like… I like…”
“Words, Mia. Say the words,” I moan at her, my voice deep and raspy.
“I like bossy Brooks.”
“Good.” I run my fingers over her wet opening again and again. She reaches out and grasps my shoulders, arching into me, begging me for more with her body and I won’t disappoint. I lean down to her as if I’m going to kiss her, but refrain. I simply stand there, sharing her air, breath for breath. She parts her lips when she feels my breath on them as if she’s begging for off-limits kisses. I pause momentarily, my eyes soaking up every square inch of the expression on her face, memorizing it.
“You like that, my dirty little Pixie. You like it when I part these wet lips with my fingers and thrust into you?” My words come out at the same time I shove inside her. I capture her moan with my lips, letting it sear me to a third-degree burn. How is she always so fucking tight? God, it’s heaven.
Her fingers grip my shoulders tighter as her hips move to ride the fingers I have buried within her. Harder and harder, she moves over me. I move my hand to her clit like I know she craves, and she erupts, letting out a cry, my name on her lips.
Her wetness covers my hand as she comes. I slowly slip my fingers from her core as I lean down to bite one breast and then the other. Raising up again slightly, I hold her gaze as I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them dry, one at a time. Her moan at the sight of me tasting her on my fingers, almost has me losing control. The taste of her alone is the best treat. Sweet like her cotton candy hair.
I turn her around to face the bed pulling her hips back until she’s almost folded over into a ninety-degree angle. Perfect. My mouth water at the sight of her glorious ass bare in front of me. I lean down for just a little taste. “Ouch,” she squeaks at me. “What’d ya do that for?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Wanted to. I own this body right now. If I want to bite it, so you know what it feels like to have my teeth on you, I will.”
Every single one of my fantasies is coming true. Every time Zara talked about her session with Donatello, I’d wondered what it would feel like to be dominated that way. Brooks is not a dominant by far, but he’s definitely bossier than I thought he would be, and it turns me the hell on. My eyes slide shut, waiting for the next thing he’ll do to me.
I stand waiting for the blunt end of his cock to shove through my entrance and push me to ecstasy, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I feel the end of his tongue circle my clit, driving me insane. When he fingered me and then licked his fingers afterward, I was gone.
Talk about insanely hot. I rock back against him as he demands everything from me, ringing yet another orgasm from my body. I’m spiraling in a matter of minutes since the last time. His teeth graze over my clit, and I almost lose it.
The man is getting good at this stuff, and it’s so damn sexy. Th
e fact that he’s researched what will turn on a girl does something to me. And not just for any girl, he’d researched for me, because he hasn’t been with anyone else. We’re together almost all the time.
Another lick of my seam tears a scream from my mouth. His tongue’s working me like a man starved. One more swipe, and then I lose his heat. Until the head of his cock finds my entrance and dives deep with one long stroke. I whimper, and he groans as he enters me.
I love the way he stretches me out. He stands still until he’s fully seated, and I’ve adjusted to his large size. Dude has a huge cock, and it feels gloriously delightful between my thighs. His balls rest against my clit, and each time he thrusts into me, they smack me. He’s literally spanking my bundle of nerves with his balls, but I want him to do the real thing. I peek over my shoulder and lick my lips. Brooks looks over from the view of his cock thrusting into me, and I wink. “I want you to spank me, Brooks.”
“You dirty girl. Wanting me to spank her sexy little ass?”
“Do it.”
“Fuck…” he whispers, then he answers my request. He smacks me once against one cheek and then a little harder against the other. “You like that, baby?”
“Mmhmm. Do it again.” And he does as requested.
Raising up against him, my ass burns from his last spank, I wrap an arm around the back of his neck. My back to his front. His warm breath assaults the back of my neck as he groans. His hands leave my hips and trail up my sides, wrapping big palms around my breasts and squeezing while he hammers in and out of me.
“I love your boobs, Mia.”
“Mmmm.” I love the way he squeezes them. It’s like he holds back all his power, afraid he’ll hurt me, and I love him for it. That thought terrifies me. Love. There’s no way I’m in love with Brooks Jansen, right?
The scary thing is… it didn’t freak me out as much as it did the first time I thought about it. This time it feels real. Like it isn’t something I should be terrified of any longer. I’m starting to trust that Brooks won’t let me down like everyone else in my life has before him.
I want to kiss him so badly, but I’m not about to ask him to stop so we can change positions. He’s hitting just the right spots. Why mess up a good thing?
The familiar light-headed, lost in a daze feeling rushes over me, and the urge to let go pushes at me. “Please, Brooks, Please” I beg, hoping that he’ll grant me mercy and give me one more orgasm to match the other two he’d already given me tonight. His fingers slide down and find my clit, circling and circling it. A few more swipes and I shatter completely, calling out his name as if he’s my only salvation. Now, there’s an idea.
He presses his forehead to my neck and shatters with me. “I love you, Mia Preston,” he whispers it and then freezes, almost shocked that he’d uttered it aloud. “There is no one else. It has only ever been you.”
“Wait, what about the other girl? The one you were learning to pleasure?”
He shakes his head. “There is no other girl.”
“No?”
“Only you.” He turns me around, kissing my forehead. “You don’t have to say it back, Mia. But now you know.”
My voice is shaky as I respond, “If it helps, I do really like you. I’m just not there yet.”
“I know, and it’s completely fine. I have all the time in the world to make your heart beat for me, my little Pixie girl. You shoot up a flare when you’re ready, and I’ll be here to see it.”
Brooks left me earlier this morning to go into work and help get things set up at the bar. I’d gotten up with him while he showered. We had a quickie after he got back from his run, and then he’d left with a kiss to the forehead.
I’m starting to like this domesticated person I’ve become. I crawl back into bed and try to fall asleep, hoping that this queasy feeling will go away. When I wake again, it rears its ugly head in vengeance. I’ve spent the last couple of days trying to figure out what I’ve eaten that’s caused such a horrid stomach bug.
Zara will be showing up soon, and I need to get up and look presentable at the least. I debate calling her multiple times today and telling her not to show up, but I know I’ve pushed her off too much lately, and I can’t keep doing it. She’s my bish, and I love her ass, even if she does annoy the piss out of me.
A weird ass knock sounds on the door, and there’s only one person I know that knocks like she does. Walking over to the door, I unlock and open it. “Bout damn time, woman. I’ve been standing out here waiting forever.”
“Jesus, Zara. You just knocked, chill the hell out.”
“Okay, captain cranky. What’s wrong with you?”
“I think I’m dying and the only thing that sounds good right now is baked lays with chocolate sauce.”
Zara lifts a brow at me. “That’s an odd request…”
“Who the hell knows, but it’s basically all I’ve wanted lately. Can’t stop thinking about them. Basically craving them as much as Brooks’ dick these days.”
Zara tilts her head. “You’re a little snappy today… you doing okay? Maybe you should smoke one out. Help those jitters you’ve got pouring through your body.”
“That’s the other thing! I have zero desire to light up right now, and every time I think about it…” I shake my head and gag. “Yeah. Nope.”
“Interesting. Any other issues?”
“Good Lord, I feel like I could sleep for a week uninterrupted and still not want to wake up.”
“Do you mind if I light one?”
I wave her off. “Nah, go ahead.”
The smell of citrus and weed lines my nose. That gagging sensation comes raging back, and I slap my hand over my mouth and run to the bathroom. Just in time to lose the very little contents left in my stomach after puking earlier today. Saliva pools in my mouth, and I know I’m not done yet. I heave again. Zara follows me into the bathroom and holds my hair, rubbing my back. It’s embarrassing, but it’s nice to have someone there.
She hands me a napkin to wipe my face and a glass of water. “How long has this been going on?”
“The last week. I think I picked up a nasty ass stomach virus somewhere, and I just can’t shake it.” I take a few small sips from the glass. “Mmm… that helps.”
Zara pats me on the back lightly. “You think you’re done, or you want to hang out here for a while?”
“I think I’m alright.” She helps me up, and we head back to the living room. I flop down in Brooks’s ugly recliner and inhale deeply. His scent lingers from the last time he sat here, and it gives me some comfort. Isn’t it funny how little things are so important once you take the time to realize the significance of them. “So, what do you think you ate?”
“Brooks cooked steak the other night, but I watched him check the temperature when he was done cooking. It was perfectly cooked. It’s the only meat I’ve eaten lately.”
“Other than Brooks’ cock for dessert, am I right?” She lifts both hands and high-fives herself. Good. Lord.
I shake my head and laugh, then cringe when my stomach threatens to rumble again. Ugh. This is the worst. I hate puking.
A look of concern crosses her face and then disappears again.
“Wait? What are you not saying…”
“It’s just, girl when was your last period.”
“I dunno. Why are you worried about it? This is just an… oh…”
She purses her lips. “Is it possible?”
“Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”
“Well, you have a lot of the signs, Mia. Can you remember when the last one was?”
I don’t want to believe this. “But I’m on the patch.”
“I hate to break it to you, but birth control isn’t always one hundred percent effective. When was the last time you swapped out your patch?”
“Last month. Aren’t those things monthly? Like the shot, right?”
“Mia… I think you have to change those every week…”
I let my eyes
count along the tiny dots on the ceiling. Shit. It’s been over a month.
Better yet, we didn’t use a condom once because I told him I was protected.
Oh. My. God.
My head falls to my hands, and I shake it. How was I so stupid?
“Fuck…” I drag the k out at the end.
“What?” Zara blurts out. “What is it?”
“I’m an idiot. I was so preoccupied with teaching Brooks sex that I couldn’t even remember to change my damn patch.”
“Well, before we jump to conclusions. Let’s take a test or six.”
I nod quickly. “Yes, good idea. I still don’t understand how this happened…”
“Hunny, it’s very easy to explain. The P goes in the V, and a little swimmer meets a little egg and bada bing bada boom, a baby, happens.”
I give her a light shove. “No, no, no. I know that, doofus. I mean how. We haven’t even been sleeping together that long…”
“Hunny, you’ve been fucking like rabbits. It only takes one time to get knocked up.”
“Ugh,” I groan again.
We both quickly grab our stuff to head out, but before we do, she leans over and hugs me. “Hey, don’t freak out yet, Mia. You don’t know if you’re pregnant, and even if you are, you’ve got me.”
“I’m not sure about any of this,” I mumble in a haze. What happens now? What if I really am pregnant? What will Brooks think?
Oh God, I need to tell Brooks… No, I need to know for sure first. My feet take me down the stairs to the ground level, and we walk to Zara’s car. She shoves me into the passenger seat and then jumps in to drive.
I groan, leaning against the window while thousands of thoughts plague my brain like pinpricks. What am I going to do? I wipe away a few tears that have formed. Suddenly, my crazy emotions start to make sense too. I’m such an idiot.
