Page 88 of Unchained

“Ah, god,” she cried against his lips.

He stroked the tip of his finger around her opening. Her legs shook against his thighs as he inserted two fingers. Her breath wheezed out sharp and heavy, and the minty taste of her tongue filled his mouth.

“Bed. Now.” She pushed at his abdomen, but he didn’t retreat.

“Uh-uh. Right here.”

Her heavy-lidded eyes blinked. “Brooks, I don’t want to hurt you.” Her hand went to his chest. “The doctor said—”

“And he knows nothing about what I’m capable of.” He wiggled his thumb against her clit and her knees buckled.

“Holy shit,” she wheezed.

He backed her up so her spine touched the wall. Her lips flared deep red from the heat of the shower and his kisses. Watching her chin tip up and her emerald eyes glowing beneath her dark lashes, he pushed his fingers in and out. Soft moans escaped her lips, and her fingernails dug into his forearm. He brought his lips to her mouth and sucked on her bottom lip. Her hand caught the back of his neck, holding him against her as he moved in and out.

Her breath grew frantic, and wetness surrounded his fingers as she clenched his digits together. Her moans turned to sharp little cries of pleasure and her eyes closed. He nipped the flesh at her jaw and she bowed her back.

“Brooks,” she screamed, freeing her lip from his hold. She dropped her head back as he continued in a steady rhythm. Her brows knit together and her insides convulsed around him. “Ah,” she squeaked, as moisture filled his hand.

She sank her fingertips through her damp hair, bringing him to his breaking point. He lifted her waist, and her thighs fit themselves around his sides as he plunged his cock inside her searing heat. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He balanced her against the wall of the shower and buried his dick inside her, thrusting over and over. Her pussy fisted around his girth, so fucking tight. His orgasm built, pushing him into a frenzy as he pumped his hips.

Cam’s body melted against him, and deep gasps burst from her lips as she came a second time. The sound shoved him over the cusp. He came inside her, every drop taking him to Nirvana.

He collapsed his weight against her, spent. For now. Christ, he’d never get enough of Cam.

* * *

Exhaustion burned Cam’s limbs. She closed the master bedroom door after checking on Brooks for the second time that morning. The handle clicked and she winced.

“Cam?”

Oh, god. Brooks had finally slept for half a night, after more than twenty-four hours of torture. The scent of vomit might never be scrubbed from the bathroom, but at least he’d kept water down the previous night and was showing signs of improvement with more clarity in his gaze.

She pushed open the door and watched as he scooted into a sitting position. His previously gray cheeks were now a soft pink. This time yesterday, she’d been scared shitless he wouldn’t pull through.

“Hey, tough guy.” She sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle the mattress in case it sent his nausea into a tailspin.

He guffawed. “I’d hardly call being curled up on the bathroom floor all day ‘tough.’”

She smoothed her hand over the top of his hair. “I would.”

“You’re the tough one. I’d be a blubbering mess if I had to clean up someone else’s puke.”

“I’ve cleaned up more vomit than I care to remember,” she said with a chuckle. “Yours wasn’t anything special. Are you feeling better though?”

“Much. I think the best part is knowing I’ll never have to do that shit again. This withdrawal is worse than any I’ve experienced, but I’d go through it all over again just to kill Leonetti.”

Buzz, buzz, buzz

Brooks frowned, and Cam scooped up her phone from the nightstand. She read the screen. “It’s Lexi. She’s called every few hours around the clock.” She passed the device to Brooks. “I’m sure she’d rather hear your voice.”

A grin touched his mouth. “Hello?”

“Brooks! Thank god.” Lexi’s screech carried through the receiver. Brooks pulled the phone away from his ear, wincing. But the smile on his lips said he was as happy as his sister was.

Cam got up and puttered around the room, gathering up clothes as he chatted. Warmth spread through her. Now Brooks could focus on his family and properly mourn the loss of his parents. Guilt rushed through her. She’d barely talked to her mom since she’d been released from the hospital yesterday. If Brooks was feeling better, she’d be okay to leave him for a bit. Linda had insisted on staying in a hotel until everyone got their bearings.

He disconnected and stood. His body wavered and Cam rushed forward. “Are you okay?” she asked, looping her arm around his waist.

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