Brookes groans again, and I try not to laugh.
CHAPTER 38
BROOKES
The second I walk through the front door, I hear the murmur of Cam and Blake’s voices coming from the kitchen, and it causes my irritation to spike.
I turn, noticing Poppy try to skulk off toward her room, but I’m not having that. Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I yank her back to me, pulling her flush against my chest, and then I walk her backwards, pinning her against the front door.
Her lips part on a soft breath, tits heaving as she stares up at me.
I bring my hand up and gently curl it around her throat, watching her stormy eyes flare from the slight restriction. Ducking my head, I press a whisper-soft kiss to the corner of her gaping mouth, peppering kisses along her jaw before grazing her ear with my lips. “I’m gonna need you and that pretty pussy in my bed tonight, baby.”
Poppy sucks in a shuddering breath and I claim her lips with mine, thrusting my tongue into her perfect mouth, swallowing her needy moan.
“Brookes?”
I pull back at the sound of Cam’s voice.
“Yeah, just a sec,” I yell back over my shoulder, gaze fixed firmly on Poppy’s.
With a soft, chaste kiss to her lips, I release my hold of her throat and she sags back against the door, exhaling a tremulous breath. And, with a wink, I adjust my straining cock in my pants and turn for the kitchen, feeling her gaze burn over me as I walk away.
Entering the kitchen, I clear my throat, Blake and Cam looking up from their devices. I move to the fridge and pull out a bottle of Gatorade, untwisting the top and gulping back a few much-needed mouthfuls while I wait for whatever they’re here to tell me.
“Big news, Brookes!” Blake starts, hands in the air like he’s about to drop the bomb of all bombs.
I glance at Cam to see he doesn’t appear half as excited, so I know whatever he’s about to say is going to be mediocre at best. Quirking a brow, I watch Blake, taking another swig of my drink while waiting.
“I got a call this morning, and…” He drags out a pause for dramatic effect, I’m sure. Looking between me and Cam, Blake practically bounces up and down on the spot. “Saturday Night Livewants you to co-host this week’s show!”
I blink at him, my eyebrows pulling together as I glance at Cam again, completely confused. “I’m… agolfer.”
Blake guffaws. “They have athletes host all the time!”
“Yeah, LeBron James and… fuckin’ Tom Brady.” I snort.
“Exactly!” Blake laughs. “This ishuge.”
I sigh, bored already with this conversation. “I can’t anyway.” I shrug a shoulder. “I fly out to Puerto Rico tomorrow for Hannah and Happy’s wedding.”
Blake has the audacity to look affronted, glancing from me to Cam and back again, gaze scrupulous. “Brookes, with all due respect, I thinkSaturday Night Liveis alittlemore important than a wedding for two people you haven’t even seen in, like, ayear…” He laughs again, but it’s devoid of humor and laced with ridicule.
I balk, looking at Cam and silently asking him if this guy’s fucking serious. Turning back to Blake, I narrow an eye. “You mean the two people whosavedmyfuckinglife?”
Blake huffs a laugh, and then he actually rolls his eyes.
“Get the fuck outta my house,” I snap, taking a step closer to him, my hand folding into a fist.
Cam jumps up then, positioning himself between the two of us.
“What?” Blake shrieks, holding his hands up in defense. “I’m just?—”
“In fact—” I interrupt whatever bullshit he was about to give me. “I don’t even know why you’re here. I sure as shit don’t remember inviting you back after the last time I kicked your ass the fuck out.”
“I’m youragent, Brookes.” Blake scoffs, his smarmy smile condescending and so fucking slapable I swear it takes every last ounce of restraint I have not to backhand him.
“Yeah, so was the last guy Ifired.” I fix him with a steely, warning look.
