Page 39 of The Brooklyn Way

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I admitted, looking down at her. She was flat on her back, naked from the waist down with her legs spread open.

My large hands wrapped around her thick, creamy thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. The pressure from my fingers left impressions in her soft, subtle skin. I smirked to myself as I dropped to my knees while simultaneously throwing her legs over my shoulders. I didn’t hesitate before licking Brooklyn from the bottom of her pussy to the top.

“Cameron.” The way she moaned my name was breathy and sing-songy. She made my name into a tune. I liked that shit, so I licked her the same way again hoping to get the same reaction. She hummed before repeating herself. “Cameron.”

I used my entire tongue—flattened it, flipped it upside down, finally grabbing her clit between my lips and sucking it. Brooklyn pushed her pelvis toward my mouth, while both of her hands found the top of my head. She rocked her body against my mouth, feeding me pussy in a way that made me feel like she was enjoying the space we were in. I opened her legs wider, ate her more intensely, because something about Brooklyn made me want to not only please her, but pamper her too. It was probably the fact that her heart was big as hell and the dude she was with prior to me gave her his ass to kiss.

“Oh my goodness, I wish it was raining on me right now.” Her words floated down to my ears wrapped in breathiness.

I licked, sucked, tongue fucked and ate her until her legs began to shake. Moments later, I was rewarded for my efforts with the creamy essence of her goodness saturating my tongue.

“My turn,” she told me huskily once she had come back to earth. She took the position on her knees and when my dick disappeared between her pretty, puffy ass lips, I let her take me to paradise.

Brooklyn gave me a secret smile as we stood side by side at the double sinks in the bathroom of the guest house.

“What’s up?” I moved the toothbrush she had given me across my teeth and gums.

“I don’t know.” Her shoulders lifted and fell in a quick shrug. “I’m just… I don’t know… happy. These last few years have really sucked for me-- losing my parents so unexpectedly and abruptly. Connecting myself to somebody who would do me the way that my ex did me. A lot of times, it felt like life was kicking me while I was down. Now, I finally feel like I’m in a good place. I’m happy.”

Brooklyn’s heart was fucking gold and her energy was so bright. I couldn’t believe that she was able to retain such a beautiful spirit in the midst of all of her personal trauma. All I wanted to do was wrap her pretty, sweet ass up in bubble wrap and protect her against all future bullshit.

The two of us were failing spectacularly at being a summer fling, but I didn’t mention that to her. She was bringing picnic lunches up to the gig and my heart’s biggest desire was to protect her and keep the smile on her face. For all intents and purposes we were in a relationship.

“This summer fling needs more lust and less emotions,” she quipped with another smile.

“Say word!” I agreed. “Shit, if we keep this up we’re gonna end up married.”

She laughed aloud. “I know. I feel very drawn to you. I’m concerned about what’s gonna happen at the end of the summer. I’m going to have to let you go.”

“No doubt. I can’t make a living on Jackson Island.”

“And I’m just starting to make a life on Jackson Island. I’m not leaving it.”

“So, you think we should fall back off of one another.”

She rinsed off her toothbrush. “I just told you that I’m having fun. Why’re you trying to kill it?”

It was my turn to chuckle. “I’m not trying to kill your fun, baby. I just don’t want to do anything that’s gonna hurt you in the end.” I took a breath while I rinsed off the toothbrush she’d given me. “You’ve had enough hurt. If I can help it, I’m not trying to add to that.”

She stared up at me with her brown eyes soft and her lips slightly parted. I was about to bend my head and kiss her when a voice sounded through the guest house. Clearly we had neglected to lock the sliding glass doors.

“Brooklyn!” the voice called.

It was my sister.

Brooklyn left the bathroom with me hot on her heels. As soon as we bent the corner, we ran straight into Carrington.

The shocked look on her face was quickly replaced with a devious smile. “What the hell is going on here?” She put her pointer finger to her chin and tapped a few times before pointing at the two of us accusingly. “I knew you two were doing it. I knew it when you showed up at mini golf together. My friend and my twin. Yay.” She clapped her hands.

Brooklyn reached out and grabbed Carrington’s hands mid-clap. “This is a summer fling, Carri. Don’t get excited.”

Carrington twisted her pink shaded lips to the side. “Cam doesn’t do… flings. I don’t care what the tabloids say; my brother is a lover boy. He doesn’t use women.”

“He’s not using me,” Brooklyn insisted.

At the same time, I said, “Nobody’s using anybody.”

“We’re having fun and enjoying each other. Now, what do you want? Why are you here?”

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