Page 28 of Tortured Whispers
Instead, I melted into the moment letting her sweet mouth explore mine before backing her against the wall and dominating the kiss, tugging on her bottom lip with my teeth and slipping my tongue into her warm mouth. I swallowed the soft moan that came from between her parted lips. It was almost as sweet as kissing her.
My dick ached, pressing against the fly of my slacks. I couldn’t delve that deep into my warped mind. I couldn’t fuck Brooklyn like I wanted to. I would only indulge in the kisses.
We both would.
I would draw the line at fucking her though.
Even though right then, there was no denying how stiff my cock was. “We can’t fuck, Brook. We can’t,” I explained to her in a raspy voice.
“Okay,” she pouted then rolled her hips, grinding against my erection. My dick jerked in response to her warm body and dangerous movements.
“Brook, you gotta stop doing that,” I begged, my voice full of confusion. How the hell did she even know how to move like that?
“Can I…kiss you again?” She asked, pushing her fingers through my hair. I didn’t answer her with a yes or a nod. I answered her with another kiss. Her dainty hand traveled up my chest then down to the rigid bulge in my slacks.
I gripped her wrist and pinned it above her head.
“What did I say?” I asked, pressing my forehead against hers. I moved away from her before I broke my own rule and she whimpered. Her full lips were still glistening from our kiss. They were bright pink and so fucking sexy. Her hazel eyes were wild with desire and her pulse jumped rapidly beneath her smooth skin.
I watched her neck like a starving hawk.
“You went up to the school?” She asked, clearing her throat and averting her eyes from my face. She was trying to shift the mood and I needed to do the same, so I followed her lead.
“Yeah, I have some bad news, Brook.” I sat on a stool at the island and thanked God that my dick was softening.
“Bad news?” Her face crumpled into a cute as fuck frown and I pushed out a breath. I really had to stop paying attention to how gorgeous she was.
“You can’t go back to Avery Briggs. My address isn’t in their zone. I have to find a new school for you to go to for the remainder of your senior year.” I watched her withdraw after that.
Her hazel eyes turned distant and she started nibbling on her sleeve. She didn’t have to say a word. I knew the water was sloshing in her head, filling her mind up. I headed to my room without a word to her and found the black box decorated with music notes and vinyl records. I pulled out a Hall and Oates tape then took Brook’s retro boombox into the kitchen, set it on the island and played it for her. Sara Smile was the first song that played and it couldn’t have been more appropriate.
I’d do anything to see Brook smile right then.
I pulled her down to the floor with me and held her in my arms. “Talk to me, Brook,” I whispered into her hair. A gasp escaped her and she gripped my shirt in her fists.
“I don’t want to go to another school. I’ll get bullied,” she sniffled. “All I want are fwiends, Cease.” My heart twisted deep in my chest.
“I know. Maybe this school won’t be bad. It’s only until you graduate.”
“Daddy would tell me to step out of my comfowt zone,” she said, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
“That’s exactly what he’d say,” I mused. It was a bittersweet feeling. The emptiness of not having my big brother echoed all around me. “I need you to be strong for me, Brook. I know you’re scared. I can’t be there to protect you even though I want to. Now is when you have to be fierce like a lion.” I tugged on her soft black hair until her eyes met mine.
“You too,” she said quietly. “You need to be strong too. I know you miss him.” Her words brushed away the thin veil of normalcy I’d been trying to construct. I inhaled slow and shut my eyes.
“I do. He was all I had, Brook.”
She turned to face me, kneeling up and holding my face in her hands. Lavender and honey closed me up in a hug. “You have me too, Cease. I love you.”
