Page 43 of Brooks (Dirty Misfits MC 1)
His brooding stare held mine. “And?”
I shrugged. “And you never asked me out. You never gave me a chance. That told me everything I thought I needed to know, so I focused all of my energy onto Gage. And don’t muddle my words; I fell head over fucking heels for the man. He’s a good man. Was a good man.”
I had to blink back tears before continuing. “But you never made a move. I was drawn to you from the get-go, yet all of your efforts went into shoving me in Gage’s direction. So, what I want to know is why.”
He blinked. “Why?”
I nodded. “Yes. Why—even before Gage admitted to you how he felt about me—didn’t you just fucking make a god damn move?”
The second I threw out my question, he rushed me. He cupped my cheeks and barreled me back until the wall stopped my movements. I gasped as his knee pressed between my legs. My broken breaths from the totality of my emotion fell against his skin as his face approached my own. His thumb ran along my lower lip. His eyes danced across my face.
And when he had me pinned, his forehead fell against my own.
“Well?” I whispered.
“How’s this for a move?” he murmured.
He captured my lips in a searing kiss and my hands raked through his hair. He ground against me, my pussy sliding against the jeans covering his thighs as his arms cloaked my back. He pulled me away from the wall, whipping me around before he scooped me into his arms. And as my head fell against his shoulder, he walked me down the hallway.
Down toward the guest bedroom he hadn’t yet occupied.
“Brooks,” I whispered.
He settled me gently against the bed and climbed on top of me. “Is this what you want?”
My eyes held his. “Why do I feel so guilty for saying yes?”
He stroked my cheek with his knuckles. “Probably for the same reason I do.”
“And what’s the reason?”
His lips hovered over mine. “Because I know things would’ve turned out differently if I would’ve grown a set of fucking balls.”
Then, his lips crashed against my own as he pinned my wrists above my head.
Twenty-One
Brooks
The feel of her whimper down the back of my throat sent my cock leaking for her. The sweet way it trickled down my throat as my tongue claimed her mouth made me growl with delight. I pinned her down beneath me, feeling her wiggle and buck as she sought out the friction she needed.
The friction we both needed.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
I raked my teeth against her lower lip. “‘Brooks will be just fine.”
She snickered as I kissed down her neck, but I latched on the second my tongue ran over her pulse point. She bucked and writhed as goosebumps fled across her skin, prickling against me as I explored her body. My hands held her down as I straddled her hips, wanting nothing more than to fill her up before she spat me back out.
I wanted to taste her first, though.
“Brooks, holy fuck,” she groaned.
My cock bounced. “You feel outstanding.”
She giggled. “We aren’t even naked yet.”
I froze. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
I slowly rose up, our eyes meeting as she studied me. I released her hands and cupped her cheek as my free hand explored down her chest. I cupped her clothed breast, tweaking where I felt her puckered nipple and watched her eyes flutter closed. I slid off to the side, gathering her dress up beyond her hips and allowing the smell of her womanhood to hit me, full force.
“Fuck, you smell good, too,” I growled.
I wasted no time getting out of my clothes. I wasted no time getting between her legs. The swell of her hips tapered into a set of thighs that were softly chiseled with all of the walking and the running she probably still did on a regular basis. The strength that hummed through her muscles heated me to my core as I kissed her soft pussy lips. Her hands rushed into my hair, tugging me closer as I softly lapped up her slit.
Gathering her juices on the tip of my tongue before piercing her folds.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.
I pressed my tongue against her swollen clit. “That’s it. Ride that tongue, baby.”
She bucked ravenously, as if chasing a hunger that morphed deep within her. Her nails raked against my scalp and it only caused me to leak more against the sheets of her guest bed. I sucked her clit between my teeth. I teased her swollen entrance with my thumb. But I didn’t even have to breach her to feel her fall over the edge.
I enjoyed the way her juices dripped down my chin, though.
“Oh shit! Oh fuck. Brooks. Brooks. Brooks. I’m coming. Oh God. Oh fuck. Please. Yes. Oh shit. So good to me.”
