Page 12 of Hot Hearts
“The main one I’m known for? That social media app?” Sarcasm hangs on to my every word. I’m being a dick, but I don’t care. He needs to be straight with me.
Brooks rambles off the code for his phone. “You’re just giving it to me?”
“We are married.” He’s relentless, I’ll give him that.
“Oh my God.” I punch the code in. I swipe through his phone and see that he does only have TikTok. When I click the app, the name of the user is random numbers and letters. There is no profile picture or anything. There also aren’t any followers, and he only follows one account. I click to see it's me.
“I got it once I realized who you were.” He shrugs.
"After you had someone stalk me?” It wasn’t hard to spot the man in the suit following me. The stupid fedora hat he wore made him stand out. I knew at some point I’d have to face Brooks. I wouldn’t have kept the pregnancy from him, but I was still trying to process it myself. “Also, your PI guy sucked.”
“He does, but he found you. I have now fired him. I just wanted to find you, and then once I knew who you were, I could watch you."
"You wanted to watch me?"
"I missed you." I lose some of my resolve. “I was never taking the TV offer. It’s not a fit for me. That folder you saw was given to me. I didn’t even bother reading it.”
“Really?” I want to believe him so badly. He does seem genuine.
“Think about it. I’m not being a dick, but I don’t need help with promotion.” That is true. I can’t even be upset about that. Brooks made a name for himself on his own.
“Oh.” What do I say to that?
“I saw you in the bar, and I wanted you. I still want you.” When Brooks reaches for me, I don’t stop him. He pulls me intohis lap so that I’m straddling him. “Now that this is solved, we’ll get married.”
Okay, maybe he didn’t use me, but he is totally insane.
Chapter Eight
BROOKS
Atwo-day waiting period is crazy, but at least she’s here with me. I run my hand up her back and then let it fall to her hip. I press her forward so she’s riding my erection. “Since our first time was when we didn’t know each other, it’s time to get reacquainted.”
“Sex complicates things,” she says, but her body is starting to move, tiny fractions forward and backward.
“Not in our case. It’s made everything very simple.” I take her mouth. She hesitates, but then her lips part, and I sweep in, tasting every corner.
Her hips move faster in time with the thrusts of my tongue. Her passive hands find their way into my hair, holding my head tightly so that she’s the one kissing me.
Everything is simple now. It’s heat and desire. Her and me. I sweep my hands up under her shirt to unclasp her bra. We break just long enough to fling her top off, and then our mouths clash again, nipping and biting, licking and lapping.
Her concerns have been overcome by want. Her fingers skip down the buttons of my shirt, and then the cool fabric is replacedby hot palms, smoothing over the surface of my pecs and down along the ridges of my abdomen.
I push up against her sex. I can feel her pulsing heat through the layers of cotton and denim, but it’s not enough.
“Off,” I growl. “All of this off.” I flip her onto her back and rip off her jeans. She’s naked except for a flimsy bit of lace and silk covering her pussy, and I take a moment to absorb the picture she makes. Her honey skin against the xxx leather is so beautiful it’s a crime.
“You’re not showing much.” I stroke my hand across her belly. Inside of her, under my palm, our child is growing. The idea makes me dizzy with excitement.
“It’s early.” Her hands flutter around her breasts and then her sex, trying to cover herself but only drawing attention to her tantalizing parts. Her nipples are hard and surrounded by a rosy flush that extends from Slater’s cheeks and travels all the way down her torso.
“You’re a sexy sight, Slater Braxton.” I run my tongue along my lower lip in hot anticipation. “This here’s a feast, and I’m going to start here.” I tap the hollow of her throat where her heartbeat pounds visibly. “You hold this.” I place her hand against my cock, still constrained behind the zipper. I can’t let the monster out. Not yet.
Even the grip of her hand is making me crazed.
I lean down and place my teeth around that pulse. The artery thrums against my tongue. Her breath catches in her throat, and my own blood throbs against my temples. I can see why vampires exist. Who could resist this lure? This temptation. I bite down, and she cries out. Her hand convulses around my cock. I nearly come.
I release her flesh and then lave the wound with my tongue. I alternate sucking and biting and kissing until she’s writhingunder me. Her hand has undone my fly and found its way under my shorts. The heat of her fingers is scorching my shaft.
