Herdrenchedthong.
“Fuck,” I growl into her ear, moving the fabric aside to rub my fingers over her.
“Shit.” Her head falls back to the wall with a thud.
“You’re so wet.” I nip at her ear and then kiss her shoulder. “I fucking love it.”
Her hips buck on my next stroke, so I slide a finger inside her to give her what she wants.
“Oh my god,” she moans. “Yes.”
I add a second digit and pull back so I can watch her. Her eyes roll to a close and her lips part.
Fuck. I can’t wait to see those wrap around my cock. To watch it disappear in her warm mouth and see her eyes water every single time the tip hits the back of her throat.
The image brings me two seconds away from coming in my shorts, as if I’ve never had my dick touched before.
“Dutton.” My name is breathless as her hips move faster with my hand.
“Are you going to come for me, Books?”
She nods quickly.
“Good.”
I keep up my movements, allowing my thumb to brush against her clit. I make one circle, then two, and that’s all it takes before her pussy is squeezing my fingers like life depends on it.
“Oh my god, fuck,” she purrs. Her eyes spring open, and she bites her lip. I grunt, resting my forehead against hers, and come in my shorts like it’s my first time.
Her pants as she comes down from her high don’t help my situation.
I swear, if she reached her hand past my waistband and touched me, I’d be ready to go again.
When I think she’s safe to stand on her own, I slowly lower her leg and step back.
Her lips are pressed together to avoid a smile, but her eyes never leave mine.
“I’ll get my shirt later,” I tell her and rake my eyes over her.
Fuck. I don’t want to leave, but she has to get to work, and I won’t keep her from that.
“Okay.” She sidesteps to the entryway and moves toward the stairs. “I’ll see you later?”
“You can count on it.”
She nods with a grin and heads up her stairs and out of view.
I take a breath and gather my stuff from her living room.
I let myself out the front door, double-checking that the door is locked before I get into my truck and drive home to get ready for the day.
I’m not going to let myself dwell too much on what just happened, because it was fucking great.
But I am aware that starting something more than friends with Brooke is complicated, and it’s clear that she has concerns.
Eventually, we’ll have to talk about it, but for right now, I’m just … happy.
And it’s been way too fucking long since I felt that.
