Everywhere is better with him around.But soon?He’ll be gone, and life will continue as it did before I met him. Somehow. I guess.
“Don’t panic,” Gianna says. “This is still new. You might just need some time to work out the kinks.”
“I’m not panicking.”
“Okay, well, don’t work yourself up over it either. It’s whatever you want to call it.”
“How’s Drake?” I ask, needing a break from my life. “How’s Big Ed?”
She sighs happily. “Good. Both of them. Big Ed has been really stable for the last couple of days. They’re trying a new medication, and it seems to be working to minimize some of the symptoms. And Drake asked his mom and sisters about them moving in with us, but one of Drake’s sisters is going to move in with their parents and help care for Ed. It just worked better that way. It’s what they all wanted.”
“Nice.”
My breath hitches as I feel Brooks enter the room. I don’t need to check whether I’m right, because every cell in my body can’t be wrong.
“I’ll call you later,” I say. “I need to finish packing up and … a few other things.”
“Sure. Try reverse cowgirl. Ten out of ten stars from me. You’re in control, can take him as deep as you want, and tons of opportunities for clit stimulation. You’ll love it.”
I laugh … but I don’t blush. And that’s progress. “I might suggest that tonight.”
“That’s my girl. Love you, Auddie.”
“I love you, Gianna. Bye.”
“Bye.” I end the call and then toss my phone on the floor. Without turning around, I grin. “Hi, Brooks.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“It turns out that I have a built-in Brooks tracker. I can sense your proximity.”
He hums, coming closer. “Here.” He drops a red lace bodysuit we bought last night into my lap. “Put this on. And didn’t you say you brought your red lipstick?”
Oh. I blow out a shaky breath. “Yes.”
“Wear that, too. Then come into the living room.”
I turn my head to the side so I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He holds my gaze—dark and broody—before he disappears around the corner.
My hands tremble as I hold his purchase and get to my feet, heading to the bathroom. It takes a couple of minutes to get into it and adjust the material to fit my breasts so that they’re supported enough but allowed to hang as he likes them. I turn around to see my backside. I get an eyeful because the only thing that’s covered is the sides of my cheeks and a G-string.
Still, itisbeautiful. And I do feel sexy. And as I paint my lips with the lipstick that matches the fabric perfectly, I feel like I’m walking on air.
I brush out my hair, then pull it away from my face and secure it with a long pink ribbon. A quick coating of mascara never hurts, so I add some of that, too.
Now that’s all finished, there’s nothing to occupy my brain except what I’m about to do.
My stomach clenches as I walk into the living room, which is ridiculous because we’ve seen each other naked more than we’ve seen each other clothed since we arrived here. I’ve even worn the other lingerie he bought me, which was an absolute success. Yet, this feels like more.
His gaze burns a hole in my chest as I grow closer. I round the corner of the sofa, and he’s naked, his cock in his hand as he watches me approach with hooded eyes and a flexed jaw.
“You look like you’re waiting on me,” I say demurely.
His lip twitches. “You look like you’re looking for me.”
“And you,” I say, stopping in front of him, “look like you need your dick sucked.” Reaching down, I swipe the bead of precum from the head of his cock. Then I pop my finger in my mouth as his eyes grow wide, wrapping my lips around it and licking the saltiness from my skin.
I’m clearly in control now. It’ll shift. It’ll change. He’ll take it back. But, for the moment, it’s me who holds the power, and I like it.
