Page 88 of Downpour

I chuckled. “It’s fine. We can share.”

It was more than fine.

“So,” Brooke said as she tossed a duffle bag onto the chair by the window. “You seem like you know this town. Is there stuff to do around here?”

“There’s a bar not too far from here,” I said as I parked my wheelchair beside the bed and locked the brake. “They’ve got good live music.”

“That sounds fun. Do I have time to change?”

I eased up onto the bed, sat against the headboard, and laced my hands behind my neck. “Yeah.”

Brooke was bent over, digging through her bag. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. A sly smirk slid across her face. “And you’re just going to watch?”

I licked my lips. “You gonna give me a show?”

Her cheeks flushed a sunset pink. Brooke bit her lip as she unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them, and wiggled them off her hips.

I adjusted my cock as I looked at the pair of light blue panties that barely covered her ass. “Goddamn, you’re a sexy little firecracker. Keep going.”

Brooke lifted her loose tank top over her head and tossed it into her bag. The bra she wore had been teasing me through the low-cut arms of her tank top during the drive out here.

“You look good in lace, baby girl. Hands behind your back. Let me see you.”

She looked bashful, tipping her head to the side and rocking her shoulders back and forth as I enjoyed her breasts.

I patted my thigh. “Come here, pretty girl.”

Brooke hurried to the edge of the bed, then slowed. The mattress sank as she crawled up, prowling toward me. Her tits hung heavy in front of me, cradled by the lace.

I could still smell her shampoo—floral and light. It made my dick stand at attention.

She straddled me, smoothing her hands down my chest. I reached up and found the elastic she used to tie her hair up. My blood pressure started to simmer when I couldn’t get a grip on it after three tries, but Brooke paid my frustration no mind.

Her mouth was warm and soft against my throat as she kissed up to my jaw. Her soft pants against my skin made my cock rock hard. Finally, I got my finger around the elastic and pulled it out.

I dug my hands into her hair and brought her mouth to mine. Brooke let out a soft sigh and melted against my chest. I kept one hand in her hair and palmed her ass with the other. She slid her tongue into my mouth, letting desperate, depraved sounds float between us.

A whimper escaped her lips when I pulled her bra straps off her shoulders and flipped the cups down. I pulled a pebbled nipple into my mouth and sucked.

Brooke threw her head back and moaned. “Oh god, yes—Ray—“ She gasped as I teased her pussy through her panties. “Make me come.”

I chuckled and released her tit. “It’s funny that you think you call the shots around here.” I cupped her cheek and wiped the sheen of saliva off of her lips with my thumb. “Now get dressed.”

The lips that had been praying my name turned to a frown. “But—” She sunk down and rolled her hips, teasing my cock with her pussy.

“We’ll finish this tonight. Maybe I want to watch you listening to the band, drinking a beer, and know you’re already wet for me.”

Brooke bit my lower lip and sucked on it, teasing me as she worked herself against my dick. “You’re mean.”

She had the words, but didn’t have the music.

I cupped her pussy to stop her from edging any closer to an orgasm. “And if you come right now, I won’t let you come for a week.”

Brooke grumbledunder her breath as she followed my directions to The Silver Spur. Watching her get ready had been a bigger tease than making out. It was as if she was trying to get in my head by deciding she wanted a different bra and pair of panties.

Watching her strip down was a tease; seeing her get dressed was agony.

I let my gaze wander over the shredded denim shorts and busty tank top she was wearing. The front was low, the sides were missing, and the back started and ended at her waist.

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