Page 22 of Dreams on the Ice

I know enough.

“Morning, Brook,” I murmur.

“We better get up if we’re going to make whatever event your mother has planned next,” she whispers.

Groaning, I slide my hand from her hip to her hair and tangle my fingers in the silky strands. “Let’s just go home,” I offer. “I don’t give a shit about this anymore. I’d much rather go back home and do this again, and again, and again.”

She places her hand on my chest and pushes up so she can look down into my eyes. “Forrest,” she snaps softly, “this isn’t about you. This is about your legacy. About your children.”

My brows rise as my eyes widen. She is seriously pissed about this for me, and it’s sexy as shit. She’s also right, and I know it. But I have a feeling that this whole situation is going to be best solved with an attorney.

“Okay, honey. We’ll go to the party.”

Sliding my hand up her spine, I gently grasp the back of her neck, then give her a gentle squeeze as I lean forward and touch my mouth to hers before I release her. Reluctantly, I roll away from her body and throw my legs over the side of the bed before I stand.

Looking over my shoulder, I flick my attention down to her, and I almost crawl back into the bed beside her. She looks absolutely fuckable right now. Her hair is tousled, the sheet is pulled up to her chest to cover her tits, and she doesn’t have on a stitch of makeup.

“We have an event to attend,” she calls out, giving me her warning.

I couldn’t give an actual fuck less about the event, but I don’t tell her that. I move toward the bathroom, leave the door open, then start the shower. Dragging my palm down my face, I let out a grunt as I step under the spray.

The warm water pounds against my body, and I let out a moan as it massages my sore muscles. Then I smirk because my muscles are only sore from one thing, and it was a great damn thing.

I’m lost in thoughts of fucking Brooklynn when the shower door opens behind me. Her palm presses against the center of my back, then I feel her lips against my skin as her arms encircle my waist.

Looking over my shoulder, I see the top of her hair. Her blonde locks hang down her back and around her elbows. I open my mouth to say something, though I don’t know what, but my words are cut off by her fingers encircling my cock.

I whip my head back around and dip my chin to look down at my dick. Her hand is working me. It’s soapy and wet and feels so damn good. I groan as my hips flex into her palm.

“I don’t want to come on the floor of the shower, honey,” I grunt.

She smiles. I can feel her lips against my back. When I turn around in her arms, her hand falls from my cock. I cup her cheeks as I touch my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue inside of her to taste her wholly and fully.

Slowly, I break the kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip. Then I shift my face backward to look into her eyes. The next moment, I reach down, grab hold of the backs of her thighs to pick her up and move, pressing her back against the warm shower wall.

I should be priming her, I should be working my hand between her legs, but I can’t fucking wait. I slide inside of herwith one stroke, slowly, then stay buried deep as I look into her eyes. Brooklynn’s lids are lowered as she gazes back at me.

“Yes,” she hisses. “So good.”

With a snort, I lean forward and touch my mouth to hers as I begin to move. Her nails dig into my shoulders, scoring my flesh, and I welcome it. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers as I thrust in and out of her. My hips roll, grinding on each downstroke against her clit—enjoying the hitches in her breath.

“So fucking good,” I growl as I continue to move.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

The best. I’ve never felt this way before with any woman. I would walk to the ends of the earth for Brooklynn. Any minute of any fucking day. Over and over. I’ve completely and totally fallen for her. I just hope I don’t fuck it all up because the odds of me doing that are, without a doubt,high.

Chapter

Eleven

FORREST

Lacing my fingers with hers,I walk us across the grounds and toward the main house. The party today is a heavy lunch. Tonight is the final party, with anau revoirbreakfast in the morning.

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