Pushing her back against the tiled wall, I slam my cock into her. My hands are digging into her ass as I fuck her hard and deep. Her nails dig into my back as I suck on her tits.
“Fuck Owen,” she moans out, and it echoes around us.
Licking a path up her chest, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “You feel so fucking good, Brooke.”
I continue to pound her with the water spilling over us. I reach down and rub her clit, feeling her cunt tighten on me. Her eyes are closed as she drops her head onto my shoulder. She sinks her teeth into me, causing me to let out a growl. Digging my fingers harder into her with one hand, I pinch her clit with the other.
“Oh fuck, Owen I’m going to come,” she says, against my shoulder.
I’m right there with her. I can feel my legs starting to shake. Grabbing her face, I make her look at me. Her mouth is slightly parted and I move my lips to the corner of hers. “Brooke, I need to feel you come on me,” I say against her mouth.
Reaching down one last time, I slam into her and pinch her clit. That’s all it takes and she explodes around me. Roughly holding onto one side of her face, my mouth partly open against the side of hers, I continue to fuck her as her orgasm rolls on and on. Her pussy squeezes my dick and I feel my release rip through me.
“Fuck,” I breath against her mouth as I come.
Biting her lip, I begin to roughly kiss her. Both of us moaning as we ride out our orgasms. I’ll never get enough of her. Never.
Chapter Fourteen
Brooke
We are laying in bed now, still naked and it’s the perfect time to ask him questions. I can see it on his face that he’d tell me anything. Linking our fingers together, he kisses my knuckles. It’s the perfect time, I need to open my mouth and just start.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, rubbing his thumb on my fingers.
“What do you mean?” I ask, because I really don’t know what he means. What do I want from him, from life or can he tell I’ve got questions I’m supposed to be asking.
Grinning, he squeezes my hand. “There’s one thing I know as good as business and that’s reading people. So whatever it is you want to know, just ask me. If I don’t want to answer you, I’ll tell you.”
Fuck. My heart starts pounding and I can feel my face warming up. He can read people like I can, this is not a good thing. “I don’t really know what I want to know,” I lie.
“Is it about the offer I made earlier?” he pushes.
“No, I told you how I feel about that. That’s not going to change. It’s generous, but I’m happy with my studio, that was my dream,” I explain.
Searching my face for a minute, he nods. “Tell me about it.”
“About what?”
“Tell me how you made your dream a reality.”
Smiling, I rest my head on my arm. “I worked my ass off for it and I still am. But it’s worth it to be living my dream.”
“Do you have another job?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows.
Fuck, it’s reverse psychology here tonight. “Not anymore, I used to but now it’s just the studio.”
I hate this. I fucking hate lying to him. Looking at him right now I just want to say it all. I want to tell him about Pete and that I could lose everything. I want to tell him that I love spending time with him and he makes me feels things I didn’t even know I could feel. I want to tell him that he is the reason for my happiness and my pain. That I’m being torn in half and the only way to fix it, the only thing that can hold me together is finding out his secrets. But I won’t do it. I lay there like a coward feeling tears sting my eyes.
“What did you do?” he asks.
Such an innocent question, but one that will once again cause me to lie to him. “What about you, what did you do before you got all successful?” Avoiding the question isn’t exactly lying.
“I worked at a smaller corporation. I got coffee, copied papers and filed things. Nothing great, but it was a foot in the door. You don’t need to tell me what you did before this, just tell me that instead of avoiding my question,” he says, holding me closer to him. “We all have a secret.”
“Is your secret bad?” I ask, totally for myself.
“Aren’t most secrets?” he replies. “But you know blue eyes, if your secret is bad and you need help I’m right here. You just need to ask.”
Why the fuck does he have to be this sweet guy? The entitled prick from the cab would be so much easier. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be a liar and I sure as hell can’t lose my studio. I need this to end before we both get hurt.
“It’s good Ace, I don’t need help. But thank you.”
I close my eyes and let sleep pull me under, because I’m ready to beg him to forgive me for what I’m doing here.
When I wake up in the morning, I find a note on his pillow.
Had to handle something that came up. Last night was amazing. I’ll call you later.
A note. A handwritten note. I didn’t even know people did that anymore. Sighing, I sit up and grab my phone. Today I’m taking charge.
**
A few hours later, after teaching two classes and showering, I’m on my way to Pete’s office. I don’t even know exactly what I’m going to say, but I need to do something. I need to stop living like this.
Joe was surprised to see me in the light of day when he picked me up, but as always he didn’t ask. He just opened the door and said it was nice to see me. So I sit here with my stomach in knots as we make the drive. Pete thinks I’m coming with the information he wants. That’s why he agreed to see me this early, he wants it that badly. Resting my head back, I close my eyes.
I feel the car stop and I open my eyes. Fuck, I’m here already. Well, here goes nothing.
Joe opens my door and gives me a half grin. “I’ll see you soon.”
Nodding my head, I walk inside. Riding the elevator has my nerves at an all time high. I don’t know if I want to cry, throw up, or scream. It’s nothing I ever want to feel again. So when the doors open, I plaster on my fake smile and walk into his office.
The office is bustling. People all over, phones ringing and the sound of typing on the keyboard. It’s so different from how I usually see it. I’m usually sneaking in here at night like a dirty secret, which I guess I am.
“Miss Alexander, he’s waiting for you,” the busty secretary says.
I keep my fake smile in place as I follow her down the hall. I may feel like the world is crashing down around me, but I’ll never look like it.
Opening the door, I walk in. “Pete,” I say, sitting down.
“Brooke, tell me what you’ve got. This is literally of the utmost importance,” he says, rubbing his temples.
Clearing my throat, I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Well, I told you he was difficult and he proves to be. I really think the best idea is to let someone else handle this. I’m getting nowhere,” I say, with my stomach is my throat.
Leaning back in his chair, he rests his arms behind his graying hair. “Funny because I’ve heard you’ve been having a great time with him.”
My eyebrows dip as my nerves turn to anger. “What?”
He leans forward, elbows on his oak desk and fingers steepled in front of his mouth. “Don’t play stupid with me. It’s an embarrassment to us both.”
“You put me in this position. I wanted to walk away and now I’m stuck. If you don’t like how I’ve been playing the game, pull me out. I’m more than happy to walk away,” I shout.
“This man, that you think you are having with fun with, he’s no good Brooke. You’d see that if you stopped acting like a teenager falling for the God damn quarterback. You’ve got the in, I’m not pulling you out now. The time line has sped up, so you need to get your head on straight. I need to know what his plan is, that’s what you need to get me. And you now have a couple days at best. What his plan is, get me that.” He stands up and moves right in front of me. “I’m done playing games, so I expect you
to be too. You can have your feelings about it when it’s over,” he hisses at me.
“He’s not going to tell me,” I say in defiance.
“He’ll tell you. They always tell you. Stop getting emotionally involved. It’s a job, do it and walk away,” he says, as he looks out the window. “Tonight should be the perfect time.” He doesn’t look at me as he says, just stares out the window.
“I never knew what an asshole you were,” I say, standing up.
“Guess you haven’t been paying very good attention,” he says, laughing. It quickly ends, when my hand hits the door knob. “Tonight Brooke, don’t fuck me over or I will make good on shutting you down.”
Slamming his door, I push my way through all the people in the room. Fuck him, fuck Owen, fuck everyone. It’s me who I need to worry about.
Chapter Fifteen
Owen
Pacing the floor of Jerry’s office, my pulse is racing. I’ve only felt this kind of anger one other time in my life and son of a bitch if they aren’t both related.
“Owen, it’s just a bump in the road. Doesn’t mean the whole thing is destroyed,” Jerry says.
Slamming my hands down on his desk, I lean toward him. “It’s one hell of a fucking bump,” I yell.
“I’m going to take care of it. You need to remember why you pay me so much and relax,” he says, punching away at the keyboard. “I’ll have it sorted by the end of the day.”
“Jerry, I’m done waiting on this thing to happen. You better be able to fix this today. Not tomorrow, today,” I demand, pushing off his desk and pacing again.
“Go home, let that pretty little thing shake her ass for you,” he says.
Reaching of the desk, I grab his shirt, bringing his face to mine. “Don’t ever talk about her like that again. Don’t ever talk about her again period. You handle my business, not my personal life. You fucking got it?” I growl.
“Relax, I got it Owen,” he calmly says, resting his hands on mine. “I got it.”
Letting go, I punch the wall and walk out of his office. He needs to focus on this problem, not my personal life. Brooke is mine, I don’t share, not even in thoughts.
Frank is waiting by the car when I get outside. He opens the door and nods at me. Climbing in the driver's seat he pulls out into traffic. “Where to?”
“Brooke’s,” I mumble, staring out the window.
I’m starting to realize that when anything happens lately, it’s her I want. She’s made me remember what it’s like to have fun, what it’s like to have someone to talk to, what it’s like to feel during sex. I’m not just in this for the fun and the fucking and she needs to know that. But first, I need to fuck these demons out of me and once again she’s just what I need.
When we get to her building, I still have anger running through me, and I think maybe I should have called to make sure she’s home. Not caring, I make my way to her apartment and knock on the door.
A minute later she opens it, shock on her face. “Ace, what are you doing here?”
Grabbing her waist, I push her back and kick the door closed. I slam my mouth to hers and it’s not enough, the rage I feel is still in control. Yanking her shirt off, I quickly remove her bra, biting down on her tits.
“Oh,” she moans out.
Making quick work of getting her jeans and panties off, her perfect body has my cock pushing against my zipper. “Go sit on the couch,” I demand, ripping my clothes off as I follow behind her.
She sits down and I drop to my knees in front of her, naked. Dragging her to the edge of the couch, I push her legs as wide open as they will go. “Hold them.”
She does and I attack her wet pussy with my mouth. Licking from her ass to her clit, she lets out a loud moan. I push my fingers inside her tight cunt and fuck her while I bite on her inner thighs. I bite hard enough that I leave her marked and that’s exactly what I want. I continue to lick at her while my fingers move in and out.
“Fuck Ace,” she groans, rubbing on my face.
Reaching up, I pinch her nipples as I suck her clit into my mouth. She tightens around my fingers and fuck if she isn’t going to come already. I continue to suck at her and she’s thrashing her sexy body. I can feel she’s right there and I bite her clit, curling my fingers
I let her ride out her release before pulling back. Standing up, her release glistening on my lips and beard, I pull her up with me, bending her over the back of the couch. Her tight ass is raised and I smack it so hard I leave a mark.
“Fuck,” she shouts.
I have no idea if it’s out of pain or pleasure but right now it doesn’t matter. Dragging my fingers through her pussy, I use the wetness on her ass. I drag my cock through her wetness as I wrap my fingers in her hair, jerking her head back to me. Smacking her ass one more time, I slam into it.
“Fuck Brooke,” I hiss.
She doesn’t even try to pull away, just lets me move my dick in and out of her ass. It feels so fucking good, so fucking tight. Letting go of her hair, she drops her head to the couch. I grab onto her hips and fuck her. I pounding her ass hard and fast, watching my cock enter her each time.
Her moans echoing around me, just spur me on. Smacking her spectacular ass again, I reach around and rub her clit before pushing my fingers in her dripping pussy.
“Holy fuck Owen, it feels so good,” she shouts, grabbing hold of the cushions.
“You like this? My dick pounding your ass and my fingers in your delicious pussy, being completely filled by me?” I groan out.
“Yes, oh God yes,” she replies.
“Fuck you feel so good. You have no idea how good you feel,” I growl, dropping my head back as I continue to fill her.
“I’m gonna come again,” she yells.
I feel her orgasm rip through her and it continues on and on as I dig my fingers into her ass. I feel my release coming on. Listening to her moaning, watching my cock fill her ass and feeling her pussy on my fingers, fuck it’s enough to have any man’s release ripped out of him. Which is exactly what happens to me.
“Fuck Brooke,” I groan as I come in her tight ass.
When I’m finished, I rest my chest on her back. Both of us are panting heavily. My heart racing and when she looks over her shoulder at me, I feel it. I feel her slip into my heart.
“Damn, Ace,” she breathes out.
Kissing her shoulder, I blow out a breath. “I know.”
After cleaning up, we are wrapped around each other on the couch, still naked.
“You alright?” she asks, kissing my cheek.
“I’m better now,” I admit. The demons are gone, at least for now.
“Want to talk about it?”
Grinning, I rest my forehead on hers. “I like you, Brooke, a lot. I’m not just in this for the sex. I thought you should know.”
A tear runs down her cheek and I quickly wipe it away with my thumb. “You’re not?”
“No blue eyes, I’m not, but I need to know where you stand.”
She starts to cry and I wrap my arms around her, holding her against my chest. “I’m sorry,” she cries against my chest.
Rubbing her smooth back, I kiss the top of her head. “You’re sorry for what?”
It’s not that she doesn’t want me, it’s something else entirely. I have no idea what it is, but I guess if I was a chick I would have been crying earlier in Jerry’s office.
“I can’t say,” she whispers.
Tightening my hold on her, I toss my leg over hers. I’m not sure at this point if I should be worried because something bad is happening to her or pissed she won’t tell me what.
“If you tell me I can help,” I gently tell her.
Digging her fingers into me, she only cries harder. Her body is shaking and my anger starts to return. Only this time it’s a different anger. It’s about protecting what I consider mine and seeing her hurting, well it makes me want to kill.
“I’m sorry Owen. You have to know that,” she says against my chest, he
r breath warm on my skin.
“Of course Brooke, just tell me.”
Lifting her head slightly, I see her reddened face covered in tears. “First tell me...what’s your business plan?”
Chapter Sixteen
Brooke
I can’t believe this is happening. He just told me he wants me and I ask him about his business plan. The thing is I want him too, I want him so badly. I don’t want this to end, to lose him. Losing him, well it will hurt like losing my business. So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
“My business plan?” he asks, still wiping my tears. “Blue eyes, my business plan…”
“No,” I shout, cutting him off. “Please, I don’t want to hear it, I can’t hear it. I’m sorry. I want this too, I want you.”
Pete can tell the mom’s whatever the fuck he wants. It’s no one’s business how I got the money. I’ll just need to figure out a way to keep them. Because being in Owen’s arms isn’t something I’m willing to give up either. I’m done playing the game, I’m done worrying.
“I’ll tell you whatever you want,” he whispers, kissing beneath my ear.
“Tell me what you’re feeding me, cause I’m starving,” I say, trying to lighten everything up.
Laughing he wraps his arms around me, rolling so I’m on top of him. Holding my hair off my face he smiles. “Don’t expect much, I’m just ordering pizza,” he says with a wink, throwing my words back at me.
Laughing, I press my lips to his. “I never expect much from you,” I say, teasing him.
“Oh blue eyes, you should expect everything from me.” Deepening the kiss, he tightens his fingers in my hair. “I’ll make you happy,” he says with such sincere compassion.
“You already do,” I say, searching his eyes. “I mean when you’re not being an entitled prick.”
He gazes at me, linking our fingers together. “I wasn’t always an entitled prick,” he says, rubbing his thumb on my knuckles. “My parents had nothing when they got married. My dad didn’t even have a ring to give to my mom when he asked her to marry him.”
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