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My heart squeezes with affection, and I can’t help leaning forward to connect my lips to his. Brooks meets me eagerly, a hand on my jaw.
If I forget everything outside this moment, it feels like it did before. Like I never left. And in moments like these, I sometimes wish that were true.
Brooks reaches out and opens the drawer of his nightstand. He feels around for a minute before he comes out with a condom. He holds it up between us.
“This is all I’ve got,” he says. “It’s, uh, been a while.”
I nod. “For me, too,” I admit. “So we’ll just have to make it good.”
He kisses me again, and then he tears open the condom and rolls it on. With one of my hands braced on his chest, I reach the other one between us and take hold of his cock. I line him up with my entrance, and then we both watch as I sink down onto the first inch.
Brooks groans. “Fuck, Hadley, you feel so damn good.”
This. I had missed this. I haven’t exactly been celibate over our time apart, but no one that I’ve been with has given me this sense of comforting familiarity.
My lips part on a small moan as I lower the rest of the way. We both still as I take a moment to adjust to him, and then we move. I rise up and lower down, hands braced on Brooks’s chest.
He reaches out and presses his thumb against my clit, giving me the extra stimulation I need. I can feel my orgasm building back up. He left me on the edge before, and now I’m almost to the point of tipping over.
“Fuck me, Brooks,” I beg.
He doesn’t need any convincing. Brooks takes hold of my hips, his grip punishing, and slams into me. I gasp as his cock hits something inside me just right, and I see stars.
I throw my head back, and my eyes squeeze shut, as myorgasm rocks through me. I bite my lip to stifle my cry, but it comes out anyway when I feel Brooks settle his thumb over my clit again and start to press down, circling the sensitive bud.
With a groan, he follows after me, and we both ride the aftershocks of our orgasms.
“So good,” I murmur, leaning against his chest.
He takes my chin and plants a quick kiss to my lips.
“The best,” he says. He meets my gaze, his eyes bright. “I forgot how perfect we feel together.”
I smile, though something twists painfully in my heart. I choose to ignore it.
“Need another reminder?” I ask, eyes trailing down his body. There are plenty of other things we can do without a condom.
He nods. “Please. It would help jog my memory.”
With a laugh, I kiss him. And then I remind him, again and again.
CHAPTER 9
BROOKS
I wakeup expecting to feel Hadley on the other side of my bed, but when I stretch my arm out, I’m met with nothing. Cracking my eyes open, I scan my room.
Empty.
The sheets are still warm, so she can’t have gotten far. Pushing the sheets off myself, I quickly find my boxers in the mess of my clothes on the floor and tug them on. Then I’m throwing open my bedroom door and heading into the main living space.
An amused grin spreads across my lips as I watch Hadley tiptoe toward the front door. As quietly as possible, I come up behind her. And when she has the door cracked open, I speak.
“Going somewhere, Hads?”
She jumps, letting out a scream. Then she whirls on me, fire in her hazel eyes. “Brooks! What thehell?”
I can’t help the low chuckle that escapes me. Then I raise a brow. “I should be asking you the same thing.”
