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“More,” I say. “I need you.”
He wastes no time slipping his finger inside me. Then he adds another. It’s better, but it’s not enough. What I really want ishim. His cock.
He pumps in and out of me a few times, but then he withdraws. I open my mouth to complain, but he grabs my hips and hauls me up, out of the water.
He sets me on the edge of the hot tub, and I let out a gasp. First, at the cold air nipping my bare skin, and second, at the setting. My fingers dig into his shoulders as my head whips left and right.
“Brooks,” I hiss, “someone could see us.”
This patio is meant to be private, but that didn’t stop Brooks from showing up. Now I’m somewhat paranoid. Anyone could come by and see us in this compromising position, however unlikely.
He hums. “Better be a good girl and come quickly for me, then.”
“Brooks.”
He pays my concerns no mind. “Let me see those pretty tits, sweetheart.”
I’m clinging to my last shred of logical thought, but…I’m exhausted. With fighting this, fighting him.
Just for tonight, I can throw my worries away.
I shove my bandeau top up, letting my breasts free. Brooks’s irises swirl with a heady mix of want and need, and he eagerly pinches one nipple while his mouth closes around the other. My head tips back, hitting the wall behind me. I’m thankful for it, though. I surely would have fallen already if it weren’t there for support.
When his mouth pops off my nipple, the cold air hits it. I feel sensitive all over—from the temperature, from Brooks.
He lowers himself between my thighs, settling my legs over his shoulders. And when his tongue pushes inside of me, I almost lose control. My fingers twist in his hair, holding him in place against me.
I should make a note to thank whoever taught him that becauseholy shit. He definitely didn’t know how to do that in high school.
“So close,” I murmur.
He adds a third finger, and that’s when I tip over the edge. I come with a small cry, my muscles tightening. My eyes fall shut, and Brooks keeps steadily pumping his fingers, drawing out my orgasm.
Chest heaving, I attempt to catch my breath. He withdraws, and I instantly feel the loss. I always do when it comes to him.
He’s only been back in my life for a short amount of time, but I fear what will happen when I leave. I don’t want to think about that right now, though, so I don’t. Instead, I focus on the come-down from my orgasm.
And when I open my eyes, I meet Brooks’s gaze. Because I know one thing for certain: I’m not done with him yet.
CHAPTER 12
BROOKS
“I want you inside me.”
The determined look in Hadley’s eyes has me growing even harder. Quite the feat considering what having my face between her thighs has already done to me. It wouldn’t take much for me to come right now. One stroke inside her pussy and I’d be a goner.
“Such a needy girl, making demands,” I murmur, running my thumb along her cheekbone.
She leans into my touch. “For you? Always,” she says. “Please, Brooks. I need to feel you.”
How can I deny her? The answer is, I can’t. I never have been able to. Since I was fourteen years old, I’ve been bending to her will, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hadley still sits on the edge of the hot tub. I climb out and scoop up our respective clothing, tossing it inside. Then I return to Hadley’s side and sweep her into my arms. Her breasts smash into my chest as I pull her close, and her legs wrap around my hips. The feel of her bare skin sends a shiver up my spine.
I hardly notice the difference in temperature when I step inside Hadley’s bedroom. My body is already warm—aching for her.
Setting her on her feet by the bed, I tilt her chin up andcapture her lips with my own. She presses closer, fingers digging into my biceps. Then they trail up my shoulders and down my chest before landing on the waistband of my swim trunks.
