"You aren't broken, Drew," she eventually says. My heart and my cock both swell from her words, the fire that was once building inside me threatening to burn this fucking place down if I don't put it to use.
I dive into her, doing my best to tell her with my lips exactly how she makes me feel. How that one statement alone could piece me—therealme—back together. Brooke dips her tongue in to meet mine, and they dance in perfect rhythm. Her palms land on my chest, her fingertips dragging down my torso until they reach the waistband of my boxers. She grazes her hand over the tight material, moaning into my mouth as she touches me through it.
As if on instinct, I grab her hips and spin both of us until we've switched spots, throwing them around until she's facing the benches, her back flush against me. I reach around, wrapping my hand around her neck and pulling back until her ear is next to my mouth.
"Thank you," I whisper, pressing harder into her.
"It's just a playlist," she pants back.
I slide my hand back into her bra, rolling her nipple between my fingers. "Sure it is," I say, knowing damn well that this was her first way of giving me more—of unraveling just a little in a language she knows I understand. It was more than a song list. Shit, it might as well have been a goddamn love letter.
Brooke looks over her shoulder at me knowingly, and the thought urges me on, the ticking clock in the back of my mind reminding me I have a game to play. As if she hears it too, Brooke pushes back into me, grinding her ass against my cock. I exhale loudly as I drop my hands, groaning when I reach for the button of her jeans and find them already open.
"You're always ready for me, baby."
I yank them down, leaving them in a pile at her ankles, then press between her shoulder blades until her palms find the highest bench. My dick begs for release at the sight of her as she waits for me, bent-over—no questions asked.
Pulling it out, I place one foot on the lowest bench, bringing us as close as possible as I slam right into her pussy. A guttural sound rips from mythroat as I finally slide into her, her walls slicked perfectly for me without any warm up. "Always fucking ready."
Brooke whimpers as I pull out and drive back in again, her knuckles white as she grips the wood in front of her. I continue that rhythm at a relentless pace, the two of us meeting in a perfect collision. When Brooke arches below me, her head lolling back, I lean down, placing my hands on either side of hers and framing her in my arms. With my chest to her back, I continue moving until I can feel she's close from the way her walls are closing in on me even tighter than before.
"Look at me," I demand in her ear. She snaps her head to the side, her hooded eyes meeting mine. "See what happens when you let me in."
Even in this vulnerable position, she tries to brush me off, her gaze floating away from me. "It was no big deal," she argues, her voice desperate.
I freeze, my cock still buried inside her, and her eyes grow wide, her muscles tensing as she holds tighter onto the bench. "It was to me."
"Drew," she whines, her pussy clenching around me.
I groan as she squeezes and releases again, forcing myself to hold still. "It wasn't all the way, but it's a start," I say, pulling one hand back and sucking on my first two fingers. I wrap my arm around her waist and dip them between her legs, rubbing slow, steady circles on her clit. "And I fucking loved it, baby."
Brooke cries out, the sexiest sound, as I spread her and drag my thumb down her center. "Okay," she pants. "Good. Now keep moving."
"You gonna keep that up, Mystery Girl?" I ask, brushing one finger over her most sensitive spot. I somehow grow harder from her begging, but I need this answer. I need more of her. "Or are you gonna pull away again?"
Brooke hangs her head between her arms and breathes heavily. When she turns back to me, the corner of her lips are curled upward, her eyes hungrier than ever. "I'll tell you what, I'll give you more if you give me more."
"I've told you so much—"
"Actions," she interrupts, dropping one hand over mine between her thighs. "I want to see you beyouout there today." My jaw clenches as herwords settle in, and she guides my fingers to move in quicker strokes. "I'll make it worth your while."
This fucking girl.
I pull out of her just a little before slamming back in, our fingers still moving. "Is that a challenge, Brooke?"
She lets her eyes flutter closed as our hands circle faster, my cock throbbing for release inside her. "It's a promise," she gasps, her legs starting to quiver.
Throwing her hand from mine, I slap her pussy right where our fingers left off, sliding out of her simultaneously before driving back in, harder than ever. Brooke cries out, her whole body tensing. Her walls grip my cock like the two were fucking made for each other, and it's all that I need to empty inside her.
I slow my pace as we both recover, my mind replaying her last words. But before I pull out completely, I lean back down to her. "Don't leave," I whisper.
She tilts toward me, resting her head on my shoulder, her breathing still labored. "You're literally still inside me, Twelve."
I huff out a laugh as I wrap my arms around her waist, tethering myself to her without her even realizing it. She smiles and rolls her eyes as she lays her arms on top of mine, but all I can think about is the aftermath I know will come if I follow through with what she said.
I can tell myself I don't care—fuck it, you can't hurt me when I'm numb to it all. But I'm not numb to Brooke. Not even a little. And I don't want her backing out because of what they say. Or because of how she sees me.
"Just do me a favor. Promise that, too."
