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“But it is,” I growled as I went at her a little harder and a little faster. An eagerness to show her how it felt when things got a little rough filled me, taking me over as I made thrusts so hard, I could feel the air exit her lungs through hermouth.
I rolled over to put her on top of me. But when I went to push her to sit up so I could watch those size Ds bounce while she moved her tight cunt over my hard dick, she hung on tightly tome.
I rolled back over, pinning her to the bed underneath me and looking at her. Furiously, I thrust into her as I kissed her. Then I pulled her arms above her head, holding her down while I looked into her eyes and fucked her for all I was worth. “Keep looking at me, Brooke. I want to watch your face when I make you come all over mycock.”
Her eyes went wide as she bit her kiss-swollen lip. She nodded and kept her eyes onmine.
Grinding into her soft core, I made sure my body was moving over her clit each time I was deep inside of her. She bit her lip harder as her body began totremble.
I felt her insides clamping down on my cock and fought back the growl as long as I could. But then it erupted as she came all over me and I had no choice but to climaxtoo.
Her face contorted as she found her release. She tried so hard to get me to release her hands, but I held them down as I watched that perfectly sweet face go from shyness to one of desire and scorching hotsexiness.
I lifted my body up more so I could see her breasts as she gasped forair.
Gorgeous.
Absolutelyamazing.
“Yeah, baby. Feel that. Take it all in. That’s what it’s all about. Getting to that place where nothing else matters but you and me.” I kissed her once more before I released herhands.
Falling to one side of her, I tried to catch my breath as I listened to her trying to do the same thing. In a harsh, breathless whisper, I heard her sweet words. “Gannon, I fucking loveyou.”
“Yeah, you do. And I love you, honey.” The words, which I’d never said to any other woman until today, came totally easily. I clasped her hand tightly, intertwining our fingers. Bringing them up, I kissed hers. “We can sleep for a little while. Then I’ll wake you up and make some more of your dreams cometrue.”
She turned her head, and I saw a look I wasn’t quite happy with on her face. “Gannon, I have to go back to my bedroom to sleep. Braiden’s monitor is in there and … well ... I don’t want anyone to catch us likethis.”
“But …”
She kissed me softly then pulled away, climbing out of my bed and grabbing her clothes, pulling them on as I laid there and watched her in utterconfusion.
“But nothing, babe. I can’t stay in your room with you. I don’t want the staff to figure out what we’re doing. You do remember what we talked about earlier, right? Keeping this a secret?” She picked up her bra and hid it underneath her shirt. “I had a great time. And I’m really glad we did this. There’s no one else who could’ve ever been better. Night,babe.”
“Brooke, I want you to stay. I don’t want to hide this from anyone.” I found my voice sounding too pleading. So I cleared my throat. “Brooke, baby, I love you. I want you with me. Here in my bed. A bed I hope you’ll call ourbed.”
With a light giggle, she shook her head, making the golden waves bounce around her. “No, silly. Night. I’ll see you at the breakfast table in the morning.” She blew me a kiss and then she wasgone.
My door closed and there I was alone and wondering when in the hell I had lost the upperhand.
Chapter20
Gannon
The next morning,my heart had never felt so light and full at the same time. I had had no idea love felt this way. My initial instinct was to head straight into Brooke’s room and wake her with a long, sweet kiss, but I knew she had to be exhausted and so I managed to somehowresist.
As I straightened my tie, I noticed my cell lying on the nightstand. There was a message that I’d somehowmissed.
It was from a number I didn’t have in mycontacts.
My eyes scanned it, and I frozesuddenly.
-Drop the nightclub, or we’ll kill your son. This is not a threat; this is apromise.-
Dropping, the phone, I ran to check on Braiden. Throwing the door open on the still dark room as the sun had yet to come up, I found him safe and still sleeping. Almost shaking with relief, I tucked one of his legs back underneath the blanket and kissed the top of his head before I left him again. As I strode down the hall, I called my bodyguard and told him I wanted himinside.
Samson had been with me since I was a teenager. He was in his early twenties and had been less than ten years older than me when my father hired him to be my bodyguard. He was adept at staying out of sight most of the time. He lived in a small house on the side of mine. To most, it looked like a toolshed. He liked it that way. Said he had the perfect perspective of both the front and the back entrances from where it was placed. Plus, no one would ever suspect he was right there, close enough to get to anyone who tried to get tome.
My mother referred to him as my guardian angel. Seldom seen, but alwaysthere.
