Page 55 of The Dating Pact

And fuck, did I want it.

She tried to run away again, but I shot my arm out, fisting the hem of her T-shirt, towing her to me.

“My honeybee,” I grated, my skin on fire, blood in my ears, “always so busy. Let’s see how you do when you can’t go anywhere.”

I laced my fingers with hers and pulled her over to the house, shoving her back against it. She didn’t fight me, went quite willingly, in fact, staring up at me from where I pushed her to kneel on the ground.

As promised, I tugged the band out of her hair and wrapped the strands around my fist, forcing her head back as I unbuckled my belt and lowered my zipper with my other hand. Her breath was hot and heavy on me as I pushed my underwear down to grasp the base of my shaft, but she didn’t budge, waiting for the next move in our game.

Using my grip on her hair, I urged her head forward at the same time I thrust my hips, doing exactly as I said I would, stuffing her pretty little mouth full. She wrapped her hands around the backs of my thighs, and I nodded, unable to verbalize what this did to me, seeing her like this, out of breath and on her knees in the dirt, sucking me off like her life depended on it.

She was sloppy, a bit overzealous, and probably a lot out of practice. But so was I, and the way she accidentally dragged her teeth over the head nearly had me doubling over with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Realizing what she’d done, she popped off me, but I shoved it right back in her mouth. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”

And she didn’t. Not when she laved me with her tongue from root to tip, following with her hand, jacking me with her fist, driving me wild with her wet suction at the tip.

My muscles trembled with tension, trying to lock it down. But my orgasm barreled toward me like a runaway train, every swipe of her tongue sending me closer to careening off the rails. I locked my jaw, tightened my hold in her hair, and dropped my head back to my shoulders, hissing when her fingers wandered past my balls, tight and heavy with the need to come, and prodded at the sensitive ridge.

That was all it took.

I exploded without warning and slapped my hand on the worn siding of the farmhouse, grunting and cursing as I came inside Brooke’s mouth. She didn’t move, save for her throat, swallowing down every spurt of my orgasm on her tongue.

Exhaling a ragged breath, I ripped off the mask and let go of her hair, swiping my forearm over my forehead. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”

Still on the ground, she blinked a few times, tenderly releasing my swiftly deflating cock from between her lips, still stroking it, teasing and light. “It’s okay.”

“I should’ve?—”

“Jude. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m happy you came in my mouth.” She let go of me, and I helped her up with my fingers curled around her elbows.

“You are?”

Even though she was streaked with dirt and damp with sweat, I didn’t think she’d ever looked prettier. “Yeah, I’m happy,” she said, smiling impishly. “I loved it. I think you loved it too.”

“I did.”

“That’s all that matters.”

I tucked myself back into my pants and hugged her close to me, laughing into her hair. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“Me either.” Her lips brushed against my ear. “It’s kinda weird, isn’t it?”

I wrenched back from her. Was this the part where she told me we couldn’t be friends anymore?

“Don’t look at me like that.” She traced her thumb along my forehead, my arrow wrinkle. “It’s weird that it’s not weird, right?”

I kept waiting for the anguish or grief to hit, and it never did. Maybe because what Brooke and I were doing was so outside of anything else I’d ever experienced, I couldn’t compare it. The way I felt about her was unlike anyone else in my life. So, yes, it was weird. Because nothing about it felt weird or wrong. It felt exactly like what I needed.

“We’ve been through it all together,” I said. “Why should this be any different?”

“It shouldn’t. It won’t.” She stepped out of my arms and held her palm in the air for a high five.

I smacked my hand against hers, lacing our fingers together. “Having a Shark Week party next weekend. You should come.”

“Shark Week party? Sounds awesome. What should I bring?”

“Yourself. Just bring yourself.”

And truly, I could never lose this woman. It had been hard enough to mourn Mira, but if anything ever happened to break up this friendship, I’d lose the last bit of my sanity. Not to mention my heart.

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