by Gow, Kailin
“Want to take a shower with me?” he asked.
“I’d like that.”
Shifting, he jumped up quickly, before leaning over and scooping me up.
“I’m sure I can walk to the bathroom by myself.” I slid my arms around his neck anyway, smiling.
Grinning back, he gave me a quick peck on the lips. “When a man has a queen in his bed, he should treat her like one.”
I snorted. “I’m no queen.”
“Not true. I think you are and that’s all that matters.”
Wow. No wonder the women flocked to him. I was jealous of every single one of them.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Your face just fell.”
I didn’t shy away. “I was just wondering how many other lucky women you’ve said this to.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he halted for a moment. “I can safely say I’ve never called any woman I’ve been with a queen. I’d even swear on a stack of Bibles to that.” Gently, he let me slide to my feet.
“I’m sorry. I’m just feeling really insecure this morning—and less than equal to your past experience.”
Sliding his hands to either side of my face, he tilted my head so I had to stare straight at him. “Brooklyn, I’m not sure what I can do to ease your fears. Yes, I’ve had a lot of experience in the past—and I’m not going to lie—sex is always enjoyable. I mean, obviously, or people wouldn’t keep having it. But, that being said, I can also tell you, sex is always better when there are feelings, or some kind of emotion, attached to it.” Pausing, he continued to stare at me. “Now, I know we’re just getting to know each other better, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve wanted you—you, Brooklyn Hall—longer than I’ve wanted any girl I’ve ever been with. I also never expected to have this opportunity with you, either, so yeah, I’m feeling pretty lucky this morning—like I just had the best sex of my life, because it was finally with the person I wanted it with most.” His thumbs rubbed over my cheeks. “I hope that will help to ease your mind some. If it doesn’t, then I hope knowing that I’m interested in a lot more than your body, will.”
I smiled, tracing my finger over his chest lightly.
“I did this all ass backward, didn’t I? If we’d waited longer, you’d be more sure of my intentions, instead of wondering if I’m just trying to get into your pants.”
“Did you hear me complaining?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at him and he shook his head.
“Complaining? No. Begging for more? Yes.”
“Well are you going to make me beg right now? Because I think you may have awakened something inside me.”
He laughed. “Make me a promise.”
“What?”
“Promise you’ll never change. I love how straight forward you are and that you’re not afraid to say what you think. I like that about you.”
“Well, then, I’ll tell you I’m both excited and terrified of you.” This time I glanced down at my finger on his chest, but he lifted my face again, commanding me to meet his gaze.
“Why are you terrified?” he asked, concern clearly evident in his eyes.
I faltered, but then remembered he wanted honesty. “Because you have the power to destroy my heart.”
Sliding his arms down around me, he kissed me hard, his tongue sliding between my lips, tangling with mine until we both needed to come up for air. Grabbing one of my hands, he slid it up his chest, laying it over his heart. “You feel that?” he asked; and I nodded, noting the racing beat beneath my palm. “You have the same power to destroy me, sweetheart. My heart can be torn open and bleed just as easily as yours. So this is a street of trust that goes both ways.”
The word “trust” caught my attention and my eyes drifted to the barbed wired tattoo with ‘TRUST’ tattooed over it on his arm. In the light of day I could tell the ink was newer there. My fingers moved to trace it and he flinched slightly. I knew, then, that the pain he referred to had something to do with this tattoo.
“Remember how I told you I’d seen you with your girlfriend that night?” I asked. His jaw clenched and he nodded tightly. “I never forgot the way you looked at her—like she was your world. What happened?”
Turning away from me, he reached into the shower and started the water. “She wasn’t my world, obviously.” His voice was hard and I could hear the anger in it.
“I need to know what changed.” I was more than a little nervous about asking him. “Not because I want to drag up your past—but it was that look that made me want you, and you were giving it to someone else. Not that I’m complaining.” I hurried to explain. “I guess I just want to know what was so awful that it made you break up.”
Silence filled the air between us, nothing except the sound of the shower breaking it. Six leaned forward, arms extended against the glass door as he hunched over, his back to me.
Trembling, I placed a hand on his back and he flinched, again, but I didn’t remove it. “I’m sorry if I asked the wrong thing. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He gave a wry chuckle. “I told you to be straight forward, didn’t I?”
I didn’t respond, I simply waited for him to say something—anything. Suddenly, he turned to face me and my breath caught at the agony I saw in his icy eyes. “You want to know what happened? She got pregnant.” My heart fell. “I wasn’t responsible like I should’ve been, messing around all the time without protection, and she got pregnant. The thing was, she didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I found out by accident, when I stumbled across her discharge paperwork from the abortion clinic. She killed my baby. I loved her and she killed my baby.”
My gasp echoed off the walls and tears immediately formed in my eyes. He wrapped his hand around my upper arm and guided me into the shower, coming in behind me. I had no idea what I could say to him to comfort him—or if he even wanted comfort. It was obvious he was upset. And they’d only broken up a couple months ago he said, so this hadn’t happened that long ago.
Water sluiced over me, drops splashing into my eyes as we stared at each other. “Are you still in love with her?” I asked, needing to know.
“Hell no!” he growled angrily. “What makes you think that?”
“I just…I know it’s hard to turn off feelings like that when you care about someone.”
“She killed our baby, Brooklyn. She gave no thought to that life we’d created together or to me and my feelings.” He gestured to his arm. “I got this to remind me that you can’t have love without trust. The barbed wire is a reminder to protect myself. Yet look at me…here I am, falling into your arms, making the same mistakes when it comes to using protection.” A wry chuckled escaped him. “I could end up in exactly the same place I’ve been running from.”
Tears were running down my face in earnest now, feeling the raw pain seeping from him. “No, you won’t end up there, again. Not as long as you’re with me.” Slipping my hand into his free one, I pushed my fingers through his. “I’d never abort any baby of yours. It would be the greatest gift I could imagine.”
A sound wrenched from somewhere deep inside him and he dragged me against him, pressing my head to his chest, kissing the top of my head. “Be careful, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me fall hard for you with words like that. Then you’ll be stuck with me forever.”
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I hugged him tightly back. “Yeah, somehow I think I could live with that.”
Lifting me like I was a feather, he pressed me against the shower wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, feeling his erection between us. Brushing my wet hair back from my eyes, he stared at me for a moment before kissing me again, the heat of his mouth mingling with the warm water running over our bare skin. I couldn’t help wiggling against him, wanting more. He broke away slightly. “I want you, too, but I don’t want to risk hurting you.”
“Let me be the judge of that. Besides, who knows when we’ll be able to get together, again?” That seemed to convince him. Lifti
ng me slightly, I felt the tip of him at my entrance. Slowly, carefully, he guided me down onto his shaft.
“Doing okay?” he asked when I was fully seated. I nodded.
“Feels wonderful.” I clenched my muscles around him, loving the feel of him inside me.
“Shit, have a little mercy on me, would ya, Brooklyn?” He withdrew and surged back inside. It hurt and felt good all at the same time and I moaned. He thrust into me, again. “If things keep going this way, kidnapping you may become a viable option.” Another surge. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“Me, neither,” I replied. Our words were lost after that.
Chapter Seventeen
Six
My parents R gone 2 a banquet tonight.
The text from Brooklyn had my heart rate picking up. I’d only seen her a couple times for a few brief minutes during the past week, our relationship reduced to only texts. This had resulted in my taking a massive number of cold showers. I needed to see her.
When R they leaving? I replied.
At 5:30. They aren’t supposed to B home until after 10.
I get off work at 6. I’ll come right over.
Hurry. Come in the back like B4.
K. C U soon!
Thankfully I had a client that would keep my mind occupied until it was time to go. Just thinking of Brooklyn these days left me with a raging hard on. I needed something else to focus on instead of watching the clock like a hawk.
The minute my shift was over, I was out the door. I didn’t care if I appeared too eager—I was. I missed my girl.
Normally, I would’ve been amazed at how fast she’d wormed her way into my heart, but this was Brooklyn—my Brooklyn—and I’d wanted her forever. Now that I had her, I intended to enjoy every snatched moment with her to the fullest.
She was waiting for me at the back door when I arrived, grabbing my hand and racing toward the giant staircase without even kissing me hello. As soon as we were in her room, she slammed the door shut and locked it.
Reaching down, I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off before doing the same to her, making quick work of her shorts, before dropping my pants, too, until we were both in our underwear.
She pulled down my boxers, gripping my pulsating erection and I moaned, thrusting forward into her hand. “I like this,” she said, looking very bold and naughty.
“I like it, too.” I continued rocking into her hand.
“I think it looks very—pretty.”
“Pretty?” I said with a snort. “I’m fairly sure it’s never been called that before.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know how else to say it. It fascinates me, the way it juts out from your body so…proudly. I like knowing I’m the reason it’s there.”
“Sweetheart, you’re the reason I haven’t been able to hardly walk right for the last week. I can’t seem to get my fill of you.”
“I guess I should help take care of that then. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“You can try, but if recent activity is any clue, it’ll just be hard again right after. I’d like to hole myself up somewhere with you for a week and go at it like rabbits, but I’m still not sure that would help, either.”
“What will help then?” she asked. “Tell me what you want.”
My imagination went crazy thinking of things I’d like to do with her. “Right now—everything. But you can start by putting that “pretty” thing in your pretty mouth. But first….” I quickly unhooked her bra and pulled it off. “I want to see these while you do it.”
She didn’t even blink, kneeling in front of me and taking me into her mouth.
I groaned loudly, unable to help it as her lips wrapped around my cock. Shit! She felt so damn good! I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been this hot for a girl. Yes, I’d screwed several, and I always enjoyed it and looked forward to the next time; but from the first moment I’d laid eyes on Brooklyn, I’d barely had a break from my raging boner. Brooklyn made me hot under the collar, in a way no other woman ever had.
She closed her eyes, her head bobbing back and forth as one hand pumped the lower end of my shaft. Her other hand slowly, tentatively crept up my thigh until she reached my balls and started to gently finger me there, softly rolling them. I felt like I was going to explode in her mouth right then. Her full, perky boobs bounced with her movements, heating me even more with the visual stimulation. I wanted to fuck her there as well, press my cock in between them and ride until I came. Holy Hell, she was beautiful!
Her sucking sounds filled the air, my breaths coming faster as she lathered me with her tongue. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, looking up at me like every guy’s porno dream and I couldn’t help thrusting deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. To her credit, she didn’t try to pull away though, pushing her head down on me even farther.
“Shit!” I muttered, every muscle in me clenching tightly as I tried to hold back. “Damn, sweetheart! You better stop or I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Shaking her head, she didn’t stop, continuing beautiful torture of me. I groaned loudly, feeling my balls tighten as they prepared to deliver their load. Grabbing her shoulders, I pushed her away from me.
“Stop. I don’t want to yet—not this way.”
Disappointment flooded her features. “I wanted you to. I wanted to taste you.”
I gave a rough laugh. “Trust me. You’ll get your chance. I love your pretty mouth, but right now we’re short on time, and there are deeper places I want to be buried.”
Bending to retrieve my pants, I pulled out a condom, before grabbing her hand and leading her to the bed. She turned the covers back while I carefully rolled the condom on, and she started to climb on.
“Wait,” I said and she paused. I moved past her, stretching my body out where she slept, smelling her perfume lightly on the pillowcase. “Your room, you get to control the ride,” I said, gesturing to my penis. “Saddle up, sweetheart.”
Blushing, she didn’t wait to be told twice. I held my cock up and watched her slide slowly down over me, her body wet and ready. “Oh wow,” she said in a breathy voice. “It feels even bigger this way.”
“Are you feeling okay? You aren’t sore still?” I asked and she shook her head.
“No, but just wow. You’re so big.”
“Every guy likes to hear that.” I grabbed her ass with my palms, encouraging her to start rocking against me. Holy shit she was tight! Damn, I loved it, too. It was like being strangled to death in the best possible way.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, her mouth open, releasing soft sweet moans of pleasure. When she found her rhythm, I slid my hands around to squeeze her bouncing tits and her moans grew louder. I wanted to memorize every bit of this, her and me, in this room together, captured to replay in my mind later, when we were apart.
A sharp gasp of pleasure rose from her and I knew she was close. As much as I wished I could delay things and take my time with her, I knew we’d been apart too long to go slow.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride it out.” My hands moved back to her butt, helping her along as I slammed up into her.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she gasped quickly before bucking hard against me. “Six! Ah, Six!”
Feeling her spasm around me, I groaned loudly, arching hard into her. “Keep going,” I commanded, as her peak passed. “I’m almost there!” She rocked against me harder, concentration in her eyes as she stared into mine. Everything inside of me when crazy rock hard. “Hell, yes!” I shouted, ramming into her. Hot jets of moisture began shooting out, coating me inside the condom. “Fuck, yeah!” I buried myself in deep as I rocked. “FUCK!”
Brooklyn collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of me, breathing heavily. I stroked my fingers up and down her spine as I continued to pulsate and shudder inside her.
“Good?” she asked.
“A hell of a lot better than good,” I replied, my voice husky, and I pressed my lips against her head. “Your body is amazing. You’re am
azing. I just want to stay here with you all night and do this over and over.”
“Fine by me,” she answered with a laugh.
“Yeah, I’m afraid your parents would clue in right away with all the moaning. We aren’t exactly quiet.”
“Again, thank goodness their room is on the other side of the house.” She continued to lie on my chest and I enjoyed the feel of her feminine curves pressed against me. “So, want to try out my bathtub?”
“Sure. That sounds great.” Images of her sexy body all soaped up welled into my head. Carefully, she moved off me, smiling before she turned and made her way toward the bathroom. I enjoyed the view of her from the back, just as much as from the front. Damn, there were so many things I wanted to do with her still, sexually.
“There’s too many bubbles in this thing,” I complained as I slid into the Jacuzzi tub behind her, several minutes later.
“Why?” she asked, leaning back against my chest. “Don’t you like bubbles?”
“Only when they aren’t covering up all my favorite things to look at.”
She gave a light laugh. “Just close your eyes then and pretend you’re blind. Use your hands to see.”
“Hmm. That’s an idea I can get behind.” Sliding my hands around her waist, I traveled up to grab her generous globes that were floating in the water, squeezing them gently.
Sighing, she ran her hand lightly over my bent knee. “That feels good.”
Three words was all it took. I was rigid, again.
“Already?” she squeaked out.
Shrugging, I continued to explore her naked body with my hands. “It’s been a week since we’ve been together like this. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
“So, it wouldn’t be like this if you could see me whenever you wanted every day?”
I considered this for a minute. “No, it would probably be exactly like this, even then.”
“That’s what I thought.”
We sat together for several moments in comfortable silence before she spoke, again.
“I want to know how you got your nickname.”
