Page 21 of His Good Girl


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Her words hit me square in the chest. “Let’s go back to my place tonight. I know we have to work tomorrow, but I want you with me.”

She smiles, and if I were standing, my knees would buckle. I’d do anything to see her smile at me like this every day.

“Let’s go then.” She says, wiggling off my lap and into her shorts.

Tucking myself into my pants, I button them and slide to the driver’s side. I crank the truck, glancing at her to make sure she’s ready to go. Our gazes collide and the air grows thick with everything we feel, but not ready to say.

She clears her throat, breaking the spell. “Thank you for tonight. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

“You’re welcome, baby girl.” Watching her closely, it dawns on me how closed off she’s been from the world. “You’re free, Brooke. You’re free to do whatever the hell you want in this life. Don’t be scared to ask for what you want. The world is at your feet. You control your happiness and that’s what I want for you.”

Chocolate eyes meet mine, glassy with unshed tears. “I’m happy for the first time in a long time.”

Lifting my hand, I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, her softness feeling good against my calloused skin. “Let’s go.”

She scoots closer and I rest my hand on her thigh. Wrapping her arms around my bicep, she lays her head on my shoulder. Shifting the truck into gear, I ease onto the wet road, driving carefully with the precious cargo next to me. We don’t speak on the way home, but it’s a comfortable silence.

For once, my body and soul are at peace, and I know it’s because of her.

The rain stops as we pull into my driveway. “Let me have your keys.”

“Why?” She asks, pulling them from her purse, dropping them into my hand.

I send a quick text. “I’m going to leave them in here. Eric will go get your car, and bring it by so you’ll have it in the morning.”

She smiles. “Thank you.”

Turning off the truck, I jump out, rushing to her side. Opening the door, I lift her gently, closingit with my hip.

She giggles, swatting at my chest. “What are you doing? I can walk.”

Nothing feels better than carrying my woman with her soft body pressed against mine. Feigning innocence, I smile sheepishly. “I know, but I don’t want you to get your cute, little toes wet in those sandals.”

Rolling her eyes playfully, she grins, laying her head on my shoulder.

Once we reach the porch, I stand her on her feet while I unlock the door. We go inside, heading straight for the bathroom. Stripping off our clothes, they land in a wet heap on the floor. She opens the shower door, turning on the spray.

“We should shower together. You know, to conserve water.” She says with a wink, stepping inside.

Following her in, I shut the door and circle my arms around her. “Good idea.”

Burying my face in her neck, my cock is at attention,again. I’ve been hard since the moment I laid eyes on her.

Kissing her gently, I grab the shampoo bottle from the shelf. “Let’s get you clean and in bed. We have an early morning.”

A flicker of disappointment crosses her face which makes my cock twitch. She nods while biting her bottom lip and I have no idea how I’m going to make it through this shower without being inside her again. I’m obsessed with her inevery way, and I know I’ll never get enough.

Handing her the shampoo bottle, she takes it with amusement in her eyes. She squeezes some into her palm and gives it back to me.

This is good. We’ll wash ourselves to avoid temptation. I’m sure she’s tired, and we both have to get up early.

You’re an idiot.

We take turns rinsing our hair and I scrub my body as she works conditioner into her long strands. Once she rinses it out, I move under the spray.

She begins to lather her body slowly. My eyes follow every movement as she takes her time around her breasts. Trailing the loofah down her stomach, she sighs, pushing it between her thighs. Her breath hitches as the material moves back and forth and it snaps what little control I have.

Stepping into her, I back her against the cool tile wall, bracing my hands on either side of her head. Leaning in, I whisper low in her ear. “Little minx, be a good girl and spread your legs.”