Cody hugged Brooke to his side. “Thank you for reassuring me. I appreciate you taking the unscheduled call and making time for Brooke.”
“Talk to you at our next session, Brooke. You both have a good night.”
Brooke hung up and sniffed the air. “Do I smell vanilla?”
“Come with me. Your bubble bath awaits.” They were in his room because he had a freestanding bathtub big enough for two. Up until now, they’d shared Brooke’s room because she was more comfortable in her surroundings after her attack. But there was nothing he’d like more than for her to be in his bed.
Brooke started shedding her clothes on the way to the tub. “Do you have a bag to go over my brace?”
“Everything is ready.”
They stepped into the bathroom together. She discarded the rest of her clothes and stood naked before him and the full-length mirror as she twisted her dark hair up into a floppy bun. He stood in just his boxer briefs behind her, mesmerized by her gorgeous body reflected in the mirror. The scars were mere pink lines. Badges of her strength, ability to fight, and her survival. They didn’t detract from her beauty; they made her magnificent.
His warrior.
Even now, she stood proud and defiant against Adam. She wouldn’t let him scare her away from accomplishing her goals. She’d fight. And she’d keep on fighting until he paid for what he did.
But tonight…Cody got to hold her in his arms. Love her. Be loved by her.
She raised a brow and gave him a flirty grin. “Like what you see?”
“I love everything I see.” He slipped up behind her, nibbled kisses from the outside of her shoulder to her neck and up to behind her ear. “You are so fucking beautiful. And mine.” He bit her neck and soothed it with his tongue as he held her hips between his hands. He slid one around her hip to her mound, sliding his fingers down her slit, then back up to her clit. He used his foot to tap hers to get her to open her legs wider. She obliged, her eyes locked on his in the mirror as he stroked her soft folds, his fingers sliding deeper and deeper until he had one finger, then two thrusting into her.
She rocked against his hand and he thrust harder and deeper as she rode his fingers.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need.”
“More,” she begged.
“You want my tongue.”
“Yes. Pleeease.”
“Keep watching.” He stepped around her, shifted her so she could see him and her in the mirror, then kissed a trail down her neck, over her chest to one taut nipple, then the other, sucking it deep and licking it while he rubbed his thumb over her clit and fucked her with his fingers.
He kissed his way down her belly as he fell to his knees on the white marble floor. He nuzzled his nose over her pussy and inhaled her heady scent. “Fuck, Brooke. The things you do to me.” He pulled his fingers from her dripping channel and sucked them into his mouth. “You taste so good, baby.” He hooked her leg over his shoulder, opening her wide to him, then pressed his face into her heat and licked her slit, diving his tongue deep.
Her fingers slid through his hair as she held him to her. “Oh my god, yes.”
He worked her over good, licking her sweet pussy and nibbling her swollen clit until he knew she was close. To send her over the edge, he sucked her clit and thrust two fingers deep inside her, hooking them to hit that sweet spot that sent her right into oblivion.
Her walls clamped down on his fingers as the orgasm quaked through her.
He wrapped his arms around her hips and lifted her up before her legs gave out. He set her in the tub filled with hot water. “Sink in. Relax.”
“What about you?” She eyed his hard cock, then reached for it.
He dropped his boxers and stepped into the tub before she could wrap her fingers around him and sank down across from her. “You need to soak and relax.”
She shifted forward. “I need you.” She pushed his legs down and straddled his lap.
“Baby, are you sure?” No sooner were the words out of his mouth than she was sliding down his hard shaft with a satisfied moan.
He didn’t need to worry about a pregnancy. She’d taken care of that at one of her many doctor appointments.
“That’s what I need.” She rode him slow and deep, rocking her hips against his as they kissed, their tongues sliding over each other’s the way their bodies were gliding against each other’s.
It was a slow rise to the razor’s edge, where they both kept themselves until he couldn’t take it. He reached between them and rubbed his finger over her clit in circles, setting off her orgasm as he thrust into her hard and deep, once, twice, then over that edge and into bliss he went with her.
