Page 44 of Brooks (Dirty Misfits MC 1)
I pressed my face as deeply into her pussy as I could get. It wet my tailored beard as she streaked my cheeks with her arousal. I swallowed all of her down. Every last drop she afforded me of that beautiful, luscious drink between her legs. And after her back collapsed to the bed, I slowly backed away.
Before sitting up on my knees.
“Wow,” she said breathlessly.
I shuffled between her legs. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “I don’t know if I can—”
I tossed her legs over my shoulders. “That’s all right, beautiful. You just lay there.”
“Brooks, that’s not—oh!”
I growled. “There we go.”
I slid deep inside of her in one fell swoop, feeling her walls cave around me. I gripped her hips and pulled her closer, feeling the crook of her legs bend over my shoulders. I loved her long legs. They were one of the first few things I noticed about her that night. Her long, strong, lean legs crossed beneath the tabletop of that booth while she sat in a corner with her broken down car in the parking lot.
I’d been helpless to her since the first day we met.
“Harder. Brooks, please.”
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the bedroom. “Whatever you wish, Raven. Holy fuck, I love you so much.”
The words simply slipped out, and I didn’t regret them one bit. It was how I’d felt for the past nine years, and that would never change. I growled as my cock thickened against her walls. She rolled against me, her body seeking the same end as me. I dropped down and folded her in half, my hands pressed against the mattress. And as I captured her lips, the sweetest whisper fell from her mouth.
“I love you, too, Brooks.”
My hands slid up her arms. Our fingers intertwined as I pinned her wrists above her head. I watched her face, taking in the way her eyes rolled back and the way her face contorted with pleasure. And as the pulsing of her pussy quickened, my balls pulled into my body.
“That’s it,” I grunted.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna come again. I’m gonna—Brooks!”
I pounded harder. “Come with me, Raven. Do it. Drench me in you.”
“Brooks!”
With one last pound, I exploded within her, feeling her walls milking me as I collapsed on top of her. My arousal coated her walls, marking her as mine while my heart took flight. My face fell against the crook of her neck. Her arms languidly draped around me while her pussy sucked me dry. And as our bodies mingled together in a tangled weave of limbs, I felt her heart beating against my own.
Before a knock sounded at the door.
“What was that?” Raven whispered.
I picked up my head and heard the quick knock again at the door.
“Oh God. I didn’t imagine it,” she whispered.
I pulled out from between her legs. “Get in the bathroom.”
She sat up. “What?”
The knock at the door came harder and panic filled my gut. “I said get in the bathroom and don’t come out unless I say so.”
Raven’s eyes widened. “Do you really think they’re back?”
This time, the knock was insistent, and I was glad I had a gun with me. “Will you just do as I fucking ask?”
Without another word, she gathered up her clothes and darted into the bathroom. The knock ceased at the door and I figured whoever the fuck it was might have given up until I heard a soft tinks against some glass.
Shit, they’re coming around the side.
Raven sniffled in the bathroom as I quickly pulled my boxers and pants back on. I reached for my leather jacket and removed the small-as-hell knife I tossed in there at the last minute before coming over to find her. I inched down the hallway, both hands on my knife in front of me as the tinkering of the glass sounded to my right.
And when I peeked around the corner, Archer’s fucking face was pressed against it.
“Dude!” he said through the glass, “open the fucking door!”
I gnashed my teeth together. “You were supposed to call, idiot!”
He threw his hands in the air. “I did!”
A door squeaked open behind me. “Brooks?”
I peeked over my shoulder. “It’s okay, Raven. It’s just Archer. I’m gonna let him in.”
I slid my weapon through the belt loop of my jeans before going to unlock the door. I took one small look at myself in the mirror, making sure no evidence of my debauchery etched itself onto my body. Then, I let Archer in.
“How long can you stay?” I asked as I closed the door.
He paused. “Why the fuck don’t you have a shirt on?”
I turned to face him just as Raven bounded down the hallway. “Archer. Long time no see.”
Archer’s eyes fell down my body before he turned around. “It’s good to see you again. I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances.”
