Brooks (Special Forces: Operation Alpha) (Gold Team Book 1)

by Riley Edwards

  “That’s not going to happen. I told you already, I don’t want the complication. I let myself get caught up in the moment once. I won’t do it again.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Yeah, we will. And we’ll see, it won’t be happening again.”

  “Did you miss the part where I told you, a man sees something he wants he doesn’t delay?”

  “No.”

  “Right. I also told you you were the opposite of easy. Which I have to tell you, works for me. I don’t like easy. I’ve had easy. And, Doll, it isn’t all that great. Lucky for you, I like a challenge. You telling me what we shared in the shower isn’t going to happen again is like waving a red flag in front of a bull. So, I’ll repeat, we’ll see.”

  Maybe I was going about this all wrong. Now that he told me he didn’t like easy, I needed to change up tactics.

  “I see you’re workin’ something out in that smart little head of yours. Just so we’re clear, you coming on to me now will not be a turn-off, either.”

  Damn. I had nothing else to say, so I muttered, “You’re annoying.” I heard him chuckle and it was a nice sound. Deep and rumbly. I liked it. Maybe too much, so I continued, “And you’re egotistical.” His chuckle turned into a full body laugh and I forgot what we were talking about. It was so good I let it wrap around me and soak in. Mistake. Big fucking mistake. I was going to let it happen again. Double damn.

  “Time for bed, Doll, I’m fuckin’ wiped.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll just go out to the—”

  My words were cut off when he twisted us. He was back on his side, my back was pressed against his front, he curved back around me, and tangled his legs with mine.

  “Night, Doll.”

  “I think—”

  “Go to sleep.”

  “No, really, I think—”

  “Sleep, Tatiana.”

  “Fine. But I want you to know I’m not fucking happy about the sleeping arrangements.”

  His body shook and I knew he was laughing at me again. Asshole.

  “Noted.”

  Bigger asshole.

  I laid there not knowing where to put my hands, with one of his under my head and the other a tight band around my stomach. Anywhere I rested mine would touch him.

  “Relax, Doll. We have a long day tomorrow.”

  “How can I relax when you’re touching me?”

  He had no such trouble figuring out where he wanted my hands. He moved his from around my waist grabbed both of my hands, threaded his fingers with one of mine and held them to my chest. Shit. My ex didn’t like to cuddle. Even after sex. When he was done, he was done. He rolled off, moved to his side of the bed, and went to sleep. We had a king-sized bed for a reason, he liked his space. Not even in the middle of the night did he turn closer to me. There was an invisible line down the middle. He had his side, I had mine. He never wrapped himself around me. Never held my hand, or pinned them to my chest while his thumb grazed my skin. Never. Not once. Not even when he was working to make me his. This was a problem. A huge problem. I didn’t know I liked to cuddle until that very moment. And now that I knew, I was screwed.

  “Relax, Tatiana.”

  His mouth was at my ear, and I felt more than I heard his words. And what I felt was a zap to my girly-parts. See? Totally screwed.

  Chapter 16

  This was new.

  Waking up with an arm full of soft woman was not how I usually woke up. I buried my nose in unruly curls and inhaled. Though it should’ve been impossible, she smelled like flowers. Some sort of purpley smell that I could get used to waking up next to. On that thought, I couldn’t help but to smile at how pissed she was when I crawled into bed next to her. Which of course led me to think about how even more pissed she was going to be when she woke up still in my arms.

  I’d heard the guys moving around the house for the last hour, but nothing short of an RPG taking out the side of the house was going to pull me from this bed. Or from her. We had some unfinished business from last night. And I planned on doing exactly what I told her I was going to do. However, before I started I needed her fully awake and alert.

  It took a while but she finally stirred. “Mornin’, Doll.”

  Her body went from pliant and soft to stiff. And it happened immediately.

  “Brooks…”

  It was a clear warning to stop my roaming hands. One I was going to ignore. I pressed her closer to me and whispered, “How’d you sleep?”

  “Not well,” she mumbled.

  “Liar.”

  “We need to get up.”

  No, we didn’t. Not until I reminded her of a few things.

  “Not yet.” My hand moved from her stomach to her hip. And I held her where I wanted her. Her ass flush against my hard-on. “We’ve got time.”

  She didn't make me wait long, her sweet ass pushed back and my hand was on the move again. Under the elastic of her shorts, finally reaching bare skin. So fucking silky-soft, my cock jerked in response. I wanted this time to be slow. I wanted to take my time and tease her. But with her ass rubbing against my crotch it was too much. I started to push her shorts down, needing them out of my way. Thankfully she lifted her ass and took over.

  "Turn your head, Doll, I want your mouth."

  Without hesitation she brought her mouth to mine. So fucking sweet. Her tongue glided against mine and she moaned. That was sweet, too. Swallowing the sexy mews she made. I hitched her leg over my hip, walked my fingertips down her inner thigh, and traced along the side of her panties.

  "Brooks." She broke the kiss.

  "Right here, Doll."

  "Please touch me."

  My finger drifted over her cotton-covered slit and it was my turn to moan.

  "You're soaked." I could feel her excitement through the wet material, which ratcheted up my desire.

  She didn't answer. Instead, she pushed back, rubbing her bare ass against my now throbbing cock. I pushed her panties aside debating whether or not to rip the offending material clean off her body. But when my fingers touched the smooth skin of her pussy, all thoughts about underwear flew out the window. So did any thoughts of going slow.

  "Keep your legs wide for me, Doll." She adjusted her leg over my hip, opening herself further. Two fingers slipped in and she bucked. "So fucking hot and wet."

  And I did what I'd told her I’d do last night, I didn't delay. With my fingers working her pussy, my other hand went under her shirt, yanked the cup of her bra down, and palmed her perky tit. I was mindless, my hands moved on their own, purely on instinct. I pinched and rolled her nipple while I made sure the heel of my hand was grinding down on her clit as my fingers worked in and out of her tight slit.

  "Brooks," she panted.

  I'd planned on only getting her off with my fingers, but the need in her voice was my undoing.

  I yanked my hand out of her panties, rolled her to her back, pushed her shirt up, bra down, and finally tugged her underwear down her legs, tossing them over my shoulder. I barely had my cock freed when she wrapped her long legs around my hips and tightened them. I palmed my hard-on and guided the tip inside, and with one hard thrust I buried myself deep.

  Fuck.

  Better than I remembered.

  Fucking fantastic.

  Tatiana squeezed her thighs around me and threw her head back.

  "Yes."

  I lowered myself over her, rested on my forearm. I drove in hard. One hand went between us and I knew I found what I was looking for when her hips jerked and she groaned. I set a brutal pace and let myself go. Her hands pawed at my back and she held on with her legs, meeting me thrust for thrust.

  "Mouth, babe. I wanna taste your moans as you come around my cock."

  She righted her head, but instead of kissing her like I told her I wanted, I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers. Soft. Heated. Needful. Just like I'd seen the first time. So fucking beautiful that if I'd had any control left it was gone.

  "Get there, Tatiana," I begged
.

  Pleasure surrounded me, tingling had started at the base of my spine and it'd spread everywhere. My balls were tightening and threatening to explode. Her inner muscles spasmed and I was losing the battle. She was too tight. Too hot. Too sexy. Too fucking much, I couldn't handle it. She was staring right back into my eyes and just like all the times before they were telling me everything.

  "Baby," I panted in warning. "I'm gonna come. Catch up."

  I was so damn lost in everything that was Tatiana Jones I feared I'd be lost forever.

  "Brooks," she wailed and I slammed my mouth onto hers. With one last thrust I fell. The taste of her enveloped me, her pussy convulsed, her legs around my back twitched, her arms around my neck tightened. Yeah, I was lost in her. And I was more than all right with it.

  I slowed our kiss, not wanting it to end. I knew the minute our lips pulled apart she'd close down. I wasn't ready for the bullshit she was going to say. The lies she was going to try to convince herself of. I didn't want to see the shine in her pretty eyes turn hard. Not after what we just shared. The sex was great, better than great, but it was the look she'd given me that was better. No pretense. No bullshit. No hiding. In the time she'd held my gaze and allowed me to see her, the real unguarded her, meant something to me. And what it meant was, shit had just changed between us.

  Knowing what I knew about Monroe and how he'd dicked her over, yet she still gave me that. Yeah, shit had changed. And I was not a stupid man, I wouldn't squander what she'd given me. Even if she wasn't aware she had.

  "Mornin'," I repeated, moving my lips from hers to the soft skin of her neck.

  "Morning," she returned, stretching, giving me better access to her throat.

  "You taste so fucking good." My tongue traced her jaw up to her ear. "So damn sweet,” I whispered when I made it to her ear.

  Thank God, my softening dick was still inside of her or I would've missed how her insides clenched at my admission. I'd thought her eyes told the real story, but I'd found another way to figure out what she liked. She could lie with her words, but her body would tell the truth. That meant good things for me. I planned on spending a considerable amount of time inside of her.

  "So do you." I lifted my head in shock and stared down at her. Still soft and relaxed. "What?"

  "Nothing. Sometimes you surprise me." Her brows pulled together and I used my thumb to smooth the furrowed skin. "You ready for breakfast?"

  Gone was the lazy sated look. "Yeah."

  "No way, Tatiana. Don't put that hand back up."

  "I'm—”

  "Yes, you are. You're getting ready to close up and kick me out of this bed. I'm telling you now, that's not gonna happen. Yesterday, I fucked up and walked outta the shower when I should've stayed and set you straight."

  "Set me straight?" The creases on her forehead were back, this time no amount of smoothing was going to work to flatten the skin.

  “That's what I said.”

  "I heard what you said, Brooks. I'm just a little surprised you think you can straighten me out."

  "Doll."

  "Don't ‘Doll’ me. And you're right, I'm kicking you out of bed. Get off me."

  Her legs unwrapped from around my hips, she planted them on the bed, and she jerked her hips up.

  Bad play. When she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down, I knew she'd found the error in her movement. With my cock still buried inside of her, she'd done nothing but drive me deeper.

  "Tatiana," I warned. "Stay still."

  Her eyes snapped to mine and they were shooting fire. Passion and anger swirled together.

  "Get up." She bucked again.

  "Baby, you keep movin' like that, he's gonna get up. And when he does, we're going for round two."

  "Not gonna happen, Brooks."

  "Heard that before, Doll. Considering my dick is still inside of you and getting harder by the second I think I proved it's gonna happen."

  "You're annoying," she moaned.

  "No. I'm right."

  And once again, the words she spoke were bullshit but her body wasn't lying. Neither were her eyes. Sharp fingernails blazed a path up my back and I wondered if she'd drawn blood as they made their way into my hair. With two handfuls, she pulled my head down and met me halfway. Her kiss was desperate, hungry, but no less sweet. Her hips bucked again and even though I'd come a few minutes before, I was ready again.

  "Roll over," she murmured on my lips.

  With a shake of my head, I denied her request and slammed into her. Over and over I thrusted harder, faster. I couldn't deny what our bodies wanted.

  "Roll over," she repeated on a groan. Her hips bucking harder this time. I gave in and took her with me as I settled on my back.

  Why the fuck had I denied her first demand? She looked magnificent perched on my lap. Full tits on display, flat stomach, strong thighs pressed against mine, the muscles straining as she lifted herself up and then lowered down on my dick. Christ, she was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

  "Baby, lean forward." She ignored me and slammed down, rocking her hips and grinding before she lifted up again. "Tatiana. Lean down."

  She wasn't paying attention to a damn thing I was saying. She didn't slow, didn't acknowledge me, didn't even look at me. She was lost in her own world as she fucked the hell out of me. Everything about her felt good, except the no eye contact. I quickly knifed up and fisted her hair, bringing her face close to mine.

  "When you’re fucking me, you look at me. You do not go inside your head," I growled. Her eyes blinked and she finally focused on me. "There you are. When I'm inside of you, I get all of you. Your eyes are on me. You do not ever go someplace else."

  She nodded and I laid back down, bringing her with me.

  "Ride me, baby. But keep your pretty eyes open and look at me. I wanna watch you fall apart." Her head bobbed her response and her hips rocked. "Good God, you feel good. So fucking beautiful." Our gazes locked and I watched as an emotion I couldn't read took over.

  Tatiana was rough, she was wild, and she could fuck. It took her minutes to take me to the edge.

  “Come on, baby, get there. I'm close.”

  My hands left her ass and cupped both of her tits, bringing one to my mouth I latched on and rolled my tongue around the hard nipple. My confession had her grinding harder, moving faster, if she didn't catch up I was going to come without her. Finally her body shook and she flew apart. I'd forgotten all about my own pleasure, watching her take hers. I felt the pressure building, I was vaguely aware my cock was jerking and my orgasm had broken loose. But none of that mattered. Watching Tatiana quiver in ecstasy was better.

  I was beyond physical attraction, we’d slid firmly into complicated.

  Chapter 17

  Brooks made me lose my mind. Totally and completely. Not only had it taken him less than five seconds and only one squeeze on my hip to have me pushing my ass into him like a hussy in heat, but I was quick to jump at a chance for seconds. What the hell was wrong with me? And he’d gotten extremely growly and bossy. Instead of telling him to take a long walk off a short pier, my body electrified and obeyed. My eyes had snapped to his and he’d pulled me out of my dark thoughts. I’d demanded he let me ride him, but once I was on top, panic took over. I was on full display. He could see my scars. I had to look away, I couldn’t bear to see the look of disgust on his face. What if he saw them and he—

  “Tatiana,” Brooks snapped.

  “Huh?”

  My vision cleared and I realized I was still on top of him. And man-oh-man he looked angry. Not a look one would expect from a man who had just had two orgasms. Thank God, I was leaning forward with my boobs mostly smashed against his very hard, very fine chest. This time around, I hadn’t missed how strong and well-defined every muscle was. But right then, I wasn’t concentrating on his muscle definition. I was in a pickle. How in the hell was I going to get off of Brooks without allowing him to see me?

  “Baby.” He swept my hair away from my
face and over my shoulder. “You keep zoning out on me.”

  “I’m just tired.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Stop doing that. You don’t know what I’m thinking.”

  “Yeah, Doll, I do. And it’s bullshit.” No longer caring, since I was pissed, I made my move and tried to roll off of him. “Not gonna happen.”

  “What’s not?”

  “The hand. You closing down and pushing me away. You telling yourself a bunch of fucked-up lies. None of it.”

  “The only thing I’ve lied to myself about is, thinkin’ this was a good idea,” I returned.

  I had nowhere to go. One arm was like a steel band around my back holding me in place, the other was shoved in my hair and he was holding on there, too. I couldn’t move. Well, I could, but not without a struggle, and that struggle would result in him seeing me.

  “No, baby, this being a good idea, is the only thing that’s not fucked-up.”

  “You’re pissing me off,” I warned.

  “You were pissed off a mile back. I’m okay with you being pissed. What I’m not okay with is you filling your head with a bunch of garbage. You are beautiful.”

  If I could’ve covered my ears like a petulant child, I would’ve. I didn’t want to hear his shit. There was nothing beautiful about me. Nothing. He didn’t need to sweet talk me to get me into bed with him. I’d already proved I was a sure thing, times three.

  “Let go of me.”

  “Not until you listen.”

  “Just stop. Please.”

  “No way am I going to let you ruin what we just shared. When you forget and lose yourself you are a sight. You are wild and free.”

  “I’m not wild,” I protested.

  “Baby, you are. You gave yourself to me and I’m not letting you take it back.”

  “I didn’t give myself to you.”

  I was arguing just to argue. I needed to find a way to get away from him and out of the bed. His tone was far too possessive. The last thing I needed was the entanglement. The way he looked at me, touched me, held me close to him all night was too much. I couldn’t get lost in him, we had a job to do. When it was over, we’d both walk away. I didn’t need a broken heart when that happened.