He flashed his dimples when he smiled and she found him utterly gorgeous, “Thank you. This does not happen in the real world. It doesn’t, Brooke.”
Giving him a big grin, she said, “And yet, here we are.” He kissed her again and she worked with him, knowing a little more what to do this time. Tightening her arms around him, she pulled her body snugly to his and he groaned, lifting his mouth away and ready to die when she followed him.
“Your brother. Let me handle his tattoo. Sit where I can see you.”
She nodded and he left her to pull on her boots and socks. When she came out to the main room, she realized he’d flipped the sign to closed and shut off the front lights. Taking up a seat beside Jackson’s shoulders, she sang along to CCR and ran her hands over his hair. The tat was going on his bicep.
“You know, Jackson, I remember when Mama and Daddy brought you home. You were still wrinkly. You filled out so fast though and you never cried. I used to change your clothes about ten times a day. Mama didn’t care because all your clothes could be washed in one load, they were so little. I’d pull you around in the wagon out back and you’d laugh. I think you were more my baby even then. But when we lost them, Jackson, you stepped up like a man to help me with the girls. I don’t know if you know how much I love and appreciate every party you said no to, every football season you opted out of to help me. I couldn’t be prouder of anyone like I am of you, honey.”
“Brooke, you make me cry in front of this big motherfucker and I will tickle you until you throw up.” Then he sniffled.
“Kid, I’m fucking tearing up myself. No worries. You guys had it hard but it seems like stuff turned around for you. How old are your sisters?” They told him and Rex stared at Brooke for a long moment. “You were sixteen when you lost your folks?” She nodded. “With a four, seven, and thirteen-year-old to take care of? A ranch?”
“Bad assed, right? We’ve never spent one day in foster care. She kept us rolling from day one,” Jackson said proudly. Rex worked steadily and they talked to each other and him the entire time. Brooke and Jackson loved to laugh and made it their goal to make him laugh. They asked him questions about his life and answered his questions about theirs.
When the tattoo was finished, they both cried and Brooke kissed her brother’s entire face. Rex went through all the procedures to take care of it while he cleaned and covered it and Jackson smiled in happiness, “Thank you, Sissy. I mean it. It’s what I really wanted. I’m heading to the hotel. Call me if you need me to send the car for you. Rex, it’s been a real pleasure. I don’t think I need to tell you to be careful with my sister. She’s one of a kind.”
Completely serious, he replied, “Understood, young man.”
They shook hands and Brooke made sure her brother was in the limo and pulling away toward the hotel before turning to Rex and asking, “Where to?”
Chapter Twelve
The big man locked up and shut off all the lights then came to grab her hand, pulling her to the back of the shop. Turning on the alarm and locking the back door, he led her to his huge Harley, climbing on and pulling her on behind him. “A Harley? Rex, you are exactly what I was in desperate need of. I knew it the second you checked me out so well, not ashamed at all.”
His laugh echoed through the quiet alley, “Everyone checks you out, Brooke. You probably just don’t notice, honey. You were in a place mentally to see it tonight and I’m fucking thankful.” He started the bike and roared from the alley onto the street. He drove a couple of miles, Brooke hugging his torso snugly, and pulled into a parking space in front of a pretty house.
Kicking down the stand and shutting off the bike, he held her hand so she could get off then followed her. He didn’t let go as he led her up shallow steps and into a house that was simple, spacious, and clean. “Hungry or thirsty?” he asked her carefully as he locked the door.
“Um, no. I’m definitely not. Lead on, Rex.” He scooped her up like she weighed nothing and carried her upstairs. The man was a pro at removing clothing and hers was gone inside a minute. Stripping himself, he soon stood in front of her naked.
“Jesus…” She ran her palms over his muscled chest and ripped torso. He had to be six-five now that they were both in bare feet. His arms were the size of her thighs. His shoulders and chest were massive and he had an intricate tattoo that went from one shoulder across his upper back to the other. He was hard all over. No give anywhere on his body. A cock unlike anything she’d ever seen before stood proudly from his body and she whispered, “You are beautiful. I can’t believe how much more gorgeous you are naked, Rex.”
“No, honey, that praise is reserved for you. You are spectacular.” Then he tossed her on his bed and proceeded to kiss her until she wasn’t sure of her own name. His hands in her long hair, he loved over her mouth with his teeth, lips, and tongue, coiling it over and around hers while her heart pounded.
The scruff on his jaw scratched her pleasantly and she smiled when he nuzzled it over her nipple before taking the taut peak between his lips and sucking firmly. Her hand went to the back of his head, holding him against her as she arched against his mouth. When he moved to the other nipple the first was distended from his teeth tugging it.
“Oh god Rex, you’re killin’ me already. That feels really stupidly good. I can’t think.” He lifted and kissed her again, moving over her jaw and down her neck. He tugged her further up on the mattress. “So strong, I like you so much. Please don’t stop, Rex.” He weighted her breasts as he kissed over her abs.
“These are the prettiest abs I’ve ever seen. How do you get such definition?”
Murmuring, “Crunches and gymnastics…” she squeezed her thighs together, seeking pressure instinctively. He smiled as he moved further down her body. When he nudged her knees apart and settled between her legs, her eyes opened to watch him. Kissing over the outer lips of her smooth pussy, her hands slammed into the bed and his name ground from her throat.
Using one hand to separate her folds, he said, “I told you this needs to be turned a couple of times a day. I’m so happy to help you with that, baby.” He stroked the tip of his tongue over the piercing and spun it, listening to her moan. “Does that hurt, Brooke?” She shook her head, breathing hard.
“I’m going to make sure this is all good for you because I’m very dedicated to my work. I think I’m more dedicated to my work on you than anything else in my life. I wanted to taste you so bad earlier, Brooke. You were so wet. I could smell the sweet musk pouring off you and wanted this pretty pussy in my mouth.” She was writhing and whimpering as he ate her and talked to her.
Rex’s only thought was, It’s official…God loves me.
Setting to work over her folds, licking and sucking over her clit, he watched a flush build on her body, felt her beginning to tremble. Circling one finger around the entrance of her pussy, she came with a gasp and he slipped inside her, marveling at the incredible tightness that clamped around him. “Oh, Brooke sweetheart, you are fucking tight, so wet. I want you bad, honey.”
Rex stroked slowly in and out of her body, coating his finger in her come and rubbing it over her outer folds. Returning two fingers inside her, he lapped the flavor of her away, groaning when she started begging. “Rex, oh god, please. I’ll beg…please. I want you inside me, I want you up here so I can kiss you. Rex.”
“You have to come one more time, Brooke. Once more for me, honey. I’m big and I don’t want to hurt you. Come for me, pretty baby.” Tugging her piercing with his teeth, he stroked faster and harder into her pussy and she came off the bed with his name on her lips.
Grabbing a condom from his nightstand, he rolled it on as he crawled up her body. He was happy to see sweat over her skin because he was about to add to it.
“Brooke. Honey, look at me, baby.” Her eyes opened, darker blue-green with her passion, like the Caribbean at night. “God you’re so beautiful, Brooke. Tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t want to hurt you.” She nodded and pulled him d
own to kiss her. She tasted herself on him and thought it was one of a hundred erotic sensations Rex caused to crash over her body.
Putting his hand between them, he stroked through her cleft and slicked her essence over his cock before setting the head at the entry to her body and beginning to press forward. He made love to her mouth for a long time as he pushed in carefully and pulled back, each time he worked his hips he sank a little deeper until she dug her heels into the bed and rose to meet him, burying him more than halfway. Rex was hard all over but his lips were sensually soft over hers.
Her lower lip was between her teeth and Brooke moaned, “Rex, do it, you won’t hurt me.”
He pulled back until he was almost out of her body before rocking forward and burying himself to the balls, groaning above her and closing his eyes to gather his control. “I cannot believe how hard your body is gripping me, Brooke.” His head rested beside hers, his breath warm on her shoulder, his heart pounding against hers.
She chuckled as she held him tightly to her. “Barely non-virgin, remember? And he was so not anywhere near what you’re packin’,” she said breathlessly. “That is crazy good. I’m so filled, Rex.” She rotated her hips against him and he growled. “Only good, I swear. Please move, Rex. You feel fuckin’ amazin’. So much better than I thought this could feel, seriously. Move now, honey.”
Lifting to look at her, he smiled and gave her another deep kiss. “You have the prettiest accent, Brooke.” He pulled out and stroked in deep and slow three times when her entire body began to tighten. Rex watched her face, amazed at how responsive she was. “Oh hell yes, honey, let it take you.” More steady strokes as her body began to bow beneath him and she came with a scream.
He forced his way past the vice grip of her pussy around his cock, dragging her orgasm out and feeling the vibrations of her muscles. When he felt Brooke begin to come down, he increased his speed and strength, taking his time driving her up and enjoying watching her more than anyone he could remember since he’d lost his virginity at fifteen.
Brooke started to lift both legs and hissed at the stinging of her new tattoo and had to lower that leg. The other wrapped around his ass and he was amazed at the strength as she pulled him hard each time he thrust into her body. Her hands started moving over his shoulders and chest.
It was awesome to watch her learn what she liked, to realize she could touch him however she wanted. She stared at her hand as it moved over him. She pinched his nipples between her fingers and thumbs and he tapped against her womb hard in surprise. “Oh wow, that felt very nice. I’m gonna assume you like that as much as I did?” He nodded with a smile. “You certainly weren’t kiddin’ about teachin’ me things. I am duly impressed, Rex.”
He lifted away from her, holding all his weight on one arm and pulled her tattooed hip out from their bodies, “Look down, Brooke.” She did and saw him slipping in and out of her body. Putting her elbows under her, she watched for several strokes before coming again with a small sob, her head dropping back on her shoulders.
“Oh god, that feels so good. So good, Rex. I…I can’t believe you just made me come again,” she was talking through her gritted teeth. “I never would have thought to look down. Watchin’ you…actually watchin’ you fuck me is crazy erotic. Lucky me.”
She kissed him ravenously and he dropped over her again, taking her shoulders in his hands behind her back. Then he was pounding into her and she was clawing at him, trying to get closer, to crawl into his body with him.
“Yes, oh god, yes, Rex.” She was holding him with one leg, helping him thrust harder, deeper. “Oh, baby, hard is good. I’m comin’ again. Rex, oh god…Rex,” she locked her gaze with his, “come with me. I want to feel it, see what it does to you. Rex!” Her head thrashed against the mattress and she came with force, milking his cock like a wet fist.
As he pushed her through her orgasm, he released his control, coming with a roar and not slowing. “Fuck, Brooke, oh fuck that feels good. Your pussy is just dragging my come from me, baby. Jesus, oh yes, honey.” He continued to shaft into her body until he had nothing left then collapsed, supporting his weight on his forearms and resting his head on her shoulder.
“Rex, I don’t know how you can possibly top that. I don’t. But if you’d like to try, I’m willin’ when you’re, you know, recovered.” Her voice was shy and he felt the heated blush on her skin.
Raising his head, he laughed and kissed her. “You are very good for a man’s ego, pretty Brooke.”
Her smile was smug, “Is that a yes, Rex?” He nodded. “Excellent.” She kissed him for a long time and stroked over his short dark hair, just staring at him intently. “Thank you for makin’ my second time, by far, so much better than the first which was much worse than even I thought now that I have this to compare it to.”
“You’re very welcome. No regrets, Brooke?”
She shook her head firmly and held him tighter, “Oh, hell no. You make me feel like there’s no place you’d rather be. I like that a lot, Rex. I could get addicted to being appreciated and feelin’ so damn good.”
He brushed damp tendrils of hair away from her face and kissed her slow and thorough. When he lifted his head, he said seriously, “You are a very dangerous woman, Brooke Kincaid. You’re one of those ‘easy to love’ women I’ve heard so much about but never met before. When are you back in Chicago again?”
She shrugged, “I have no idea but I’m happy to send you a schedule.” She stroked her hands over his face and down his neck, learning the feel of him. He was hardening inside her. Her eyes widened and she smiled, “Really? Wow. Rock on, Rex.”
Pulling out, Rex stripped the condom away and grabbed a new one. “Damn, Brooke, you stir a man beyond reason. Let me know when you’re tired because I will keep going. I’m sure you need to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Oh, Rex, walkin’ is overrated. I have to be at the arena at noon. I should get to the hotel around ten and check on my family, shower and dress before rehearsal. It’s two now, do your worst.”
His dimpled grin was wicked as he whispered, “Get on your knees, Brooke.” She winked and flipped to her stomach, wincing as her tattoo scraped the bed. “Careful…I’ll treat it and cover it again before I take you to your hotel. Come up here, baby.” He gripped her around the waist and lifted her to her hands and knees. “That is one fine ass you have there, Brooke.” Sliding his palms over it, he slapped it lightly before setting himself at her pussy and surging forward.
She lost her breath in a rush. “Oh yes, Rex, you’re even deeper like this. I think I can feel you in my ribs. Jesus.” Looking over her shoulder she said, “Go hard, you won’t hurt me. I’ll tell you if anythin’ feels bad, Rex. So far, you just feel real good.” She rocked back and his eyes narrowed with lust. “Ready for whatever you want to do, baby.”
Closing his eyes a moment, he groaned, “Oh fuck, you’re so dangerous. Brace yourself, Brooke.” He pulled back and slammed into her hard, his hands on her waist and shoulder kept her from falling. She wiggled her ass against him and he slapped it sharply, causing her to press into him harder. “No more playing, honey.”
He used his knees to widen hers and gripped both her shoulders, sliding her hair out of the way. Pulling back almost all the way, he began to fuck her in long, forceful thrusts and she was milking him, moving her hips side to side. By his tenth stroke, she was coming.
He didn’t slow until he’d pushed her over again a few minutes later. When she began to relax around him he sat back on his heels and pulled her back against his chest. “I bet you ride, don’t you, Brooke? Sweet country girl like you.”
She raised her arms behind her and smoothed her hands over his short black hair. “I’ve ridden all my life, Rex. Let me show you.” Brooke took over, working him until his eyes were crossed. She didn’t know much about sex but she knew how to ride. Before the night was over, Rex would teach her everything else.
“I need to see this.” He lifted her enough to pull out
and went to his back. She wasted no time straddling him and putting his cock where she wanted it. Lowering carefully, she took him fully into her body then adjusted her legs, her knees planted snugly along his ribs. He watched her rake her hands through her hair and twist it before throwing it over her shoulder.
“You take my breath away, Brooke.” Resting his hands on the tops of her thighs, hers went to his chest and she started to move. Tight all over, her muscles flexed as she rode him. Using only her legs, she lifted tentatively a few times to get comfortable in the movement. He saw when she caught the rhythm she wanted. With a small smile, she poured it all over him.
Lifting and lowering in a strong rhythm, she took him to the base before rocking her hips forward and rising again. Pushing her hips back and dropping again. He slid his hands up her body, being careful of her tattoo and cupped her breasts, squeezing them in his big hands and flicking her nipples with his thumbs. Her head dropped back and she sped up, coming seconds later and forcing herself to keep moving in the same tempo as it spread through her limbs and a hot flush colored her chest and face.
“Beautiful, you are so fucking beautiful, Brooke. I could watch you all night.” As the climax began to fade, she lowered her hands to either side of his head, kissing him aggressively. He moved a hand up to grip her head as they ate at one another while she continued her ride.
Rex rolled her to her back before going to his knees and resting back on his heels, taking her with him and holding her against his chest. Gathering her hair around one hand he braced the middle of her back and put the other under her ass, her feet crossed behind him.
Changing the mood, he worked into her body slow and steady, watching her face as he stroked her deep and another orgasm took her. Her hands on his shoulder and the back of his neck, she stared at him with her lower lip between her teeth as it rocketed over her body.
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