Then I crouch to my knees and draw her into my mouth. Brooke moans as I kiss and lick every part of her. She tastes like heaven, and her moans ring in my ears.
I draw her slowly to a peak, and she grips my hair as she cascades down the other side, her body trembling and her pussy quivering on my lips.
Only then do I stand up. Brooke wraps her thighs around me, and I lift her off the counter. I turn around and head out of the kitchen.
“Bedroom?” is the only word I can croak out.
She points to a door at the end of a short hallway, and I’m there in two strides. I shunt it open with my hip, and we crash through the door and straight onto the bed.
Brooke giggles as she rolls under me. He skirt falls back into place, and I make a grab for it.
“Take this off.”
We tug at each other’s clothing, suddenly desperate to be naked together. Our clothes are discarded on the floor, and I pull Brooke down on top of me. We roll together in a tangle of limbs and kisses until she’s under me.
She’s panting, her cheeks are rosy, and her hair is fanned out across the pillow.
“You’re beautiful.”
She smiles at me and runs a hand through my hair. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I capture her hand and kiss her wrist and her elbow, and when I let her go, she slides the hand between us.
“I need you, Joel.” Her voice is a low whine, and I’m not going to deny her what she wants.
I slide between her thighs and find the warm entrance slick with her desire.
Our eyes lock as my cock pushes into the entrance. Her eyes widen, but she maintains eye contact.
“Fuck. You’re perfect.”
She lifts her hips, forcing me in deeper as I slide all the way inside. Brooke whimpers, and I kiss her lips as my cock is encased in her sticky heat and slick pussy walls.
Her legs wrap around my back, and she draws me deeper. Our bodies lock together, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Emotion erupts out of my chest, and I thrust in deeper, needing to feel all of her.
“I love you, Brooke.”
I lean back to see her face as we move slowly together. “I love you too, Joel.”
Our eyes remain on each other as we find the slow, steady rhythm of our bodies. I’m where I’m meant to be, where I belong. Inside the woman I love.
Time seems suspended as we move as one, locked together in a tangle of limbs and sweat until the movement becomes faster, the heat more intense, and the pressure too much. Brooke arches her back, and my name is on her lips as she falls apart. I come with her, releasing into her as my body shakes and trembles with her, sharing the climax and falling exhausted together onto the bed.
Someday soon, when she and the girls are ready, I’ll move her out of this cramped apartment and make space for her in my home and in my life. Brooke belongs to me now, and I intend to give never everything she needs.
I thought I was content with my girls and my center and my community, but I’ve never felt contentment like I do, lying with Brooke in my arms. My life is truly complete.
25
BROOKE
Six months later…
Taylor Swift plays through the portable speaker that’s placed in the middle of the living room, its lights flashing onto the surrounding cardboard boxes. Since I met Nora, Joel’s youngest daughter, I’ve learned to love the enigmatic pop star. Even Joel sings along as he brings the last cardboard box through from his pickup.
“Where do you want this one?” He holds up the box, trying to read the writing scribbled on the side in black marker.
“That one’s bedroom.”
