Brooks turns to face me. “What? I think that went fine.”
I huff out a short laugh.
“Oh,we’refine. I don’t think he was interested in me or you at all. He had his mind onother things.”
Brooks narrows his gaze on mine, puckering his lips while his mind works, and I see the moment it hits him.
“Oh, shit!” His brow shoots up.
“Yeah, I think he’s hitting that. Pun totally intended.”
“Yeah, I’ve had a feeling. That’s . . . well, all right. See? You and I aren’t controversial at all.” He reaches up and strokes his thumb across my nipple through my T-shirt, and I suck in a quick breath.
“Uh, fooling around in an elevator is a little too public,” I chastise.
He chuckles, then turns back around while we ride the rest of the way to the eighth floor. Meanwhile, my nipple is now buzzing with heat. And I feel myself getting wet.
I’m not sure how Brooks pulled it off, but we have adjoining rooms at the end of the hallway on the top floor, and my room comes with a full wall of windows that looks out over the river.
I push Holly inside and take in the view while Brooks pulls her out of her seat and lays her on the bed to change her. She’s such a good baby, and normally, I’d love spending this time with both of them, playing with her and watching her discover new things. But all I can think about is the buzzing energy Brooks left behind when he touched by breast.
Holly cries as Brooks cleans her up. I hand him a fresh diaper, then dispose of the soiled one by double bagging it, then running it down the hall to the maintenance trash. By the time I get back to our rooms, Brooks has already made Holly a bottle and he’s pacing his room while feeding her.
“I’m going to freshen up while you spend some time with her. Is that cool?” I point with my thumb toward my shower, and he nods.
It’s been a while since I’ve stayed in a hotel. In fact, other than a trip downtown to catch the Thunder game with Brandon when the boys were first born, I don’t think I’ve been in a hotel since before we were married. There wasn’t time for getaways, and all of our funds went to pay for school, which Brandon was in for six straight years.
A hotel shower is literally one of the world’s wonders, in my opinion. An endless stream of hot water, and a large space with fresh towels that someone else cleans at the end of the day. Gah! It’s bliss.
I get the water steaming hot, then strip out of my T-shirt and linen shorts, shimmying out of my white lace panties before unhooking my bra. I open the glass door and hold my hand out to test the temperature before stepping inside, then glance over my shoulder to see if Brooks can see me through the open door.He can’t at this angle, but I leave the door wide open anyhow, just in case.
I lather my hair with the hotel’s shampoo, washing it twice before filling my palm with way too much conditioner. When it’s someone else’s supply, I don’t have to be stingy, and I love the way this particular product smells of vanilla and lavender. I’m massaging my scalp when Brooks suddenly steps into the shower with me.
“May I?” he says, working his hands into my hair and threading his fingers between mine.
“Mmm,” I hum, leaning back until my back rests on his hard chest. His cock pushes against my ass.
“Holly’s out like a light. She takes after her daddy. A full meal and it’s time for a nap,” he says, chuckling against my neck, then licking the beads of water from my skin.
I lower my hands and reach behind me to feel for his hips, guiding him so his cock slides between my ass cheeks. I’ve never had anyone that way, and suddenly I’m filled with so many ideas.
“You should eat, then. So you can get a good night’s sleep,” I say, hinting in the most obvious way.
“I should,” he says, nipping at my ear before gliding his hands, slick with conditioner, down to my breasts.
“I fucking love your tits,” he groans, kneading my breasts, then pinching my nipples while the water washes away the leftover product from my skin.
I arch my ass as his hands move to my hips, and he lowers himself to his knees as I press my palms against the tile wall. He nudges my legs apart more, then palms my ass with both hands before licking my pussy from behind.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, bending over further to give him better access.
He pushes his tongue inside my pussy while his hands pull my cheeks apart, and when the pad of his thumb teases my asshole I whimper, wanting more.
“Oh, you like that,” he says through a devious chuckle.
“Uh huh,” I cry, nodding and bending over even more so the top of my head is resting on the wall.
Brooks sinks a thumb into my ass to test me out, and my body tightens around him.
