Page 49 of Light My Fire

“Fuck, Brooke!Fuck!” His entire body tenses and he grips me tightly, then he roars my name one more time. “Brooke!”

He holds himself still, breathing hard, staring down at me.

I can’t think of anything to say.

Except maybewhen can we do that again?

I’m sure I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I don’t care. That wasworth it.

And I want more.

Finally, he grins and lets go of my ass. His hand comes up, and he brushes my hair back from my face. “So…that’s vanilla, missionary sex.”

I start laughing, and he lowers himself to my side. “I don’t believe you.Thatwas vanilla?”

“Yep. Seriously.”

I look over at him. “Wow. I didn’t realize I was such a fan of vanilla. I always get caramel, or lemon, when given a choice.”

He rolls in, kisses my neck, and growls. “I’ll give you caramel and lemon.”

“Oh, good.”

“Be right back.” He pads into the bathroom. I hear water running. Then he comes back into the room.

He crawls up into bed with me, snuggles in behind me, and pulls me back, spooning me, his hand splayed over my stomach.

“Wait. Are we done?”

He nuzzles his face against the back of my neck. “Give me a chance to catch my breath, greedy girl. Then I’m here to service you all night. Or until your pussy cries mercy.”

I grin and wiggle my ass against his cock.

He grips my hip. “Did I create a monster?”

“I think maybe you did. That was…” I sigh. “Amazing.”

“Fucking love that,” he says against my shoulder.

“Thank you, Wyatt,” I say softly.

He squeezes my hip and kisses my shoulder. “Best night of my life, Brooke.”

CHAPTER 11

Luke

“Will you fucking sit down?”Jackson demands, exasperated.

I stop pacing long enough to glare at him. “You’ve been jumping up and checking on those puppies every five minutes so don’t come at me for being restless.”

“I’m not restless. They’re newborn puppies. I’m concerned.”

Watching the puppies being born was actually incredible. I’ve been checking on them periodically too, because they’re cute as hell. But Henley and all five puppies have been asleep for several hours. “I think they’re good.”

“Do you think Brooke is good?”

Jackson is lying on the couch, hands behind his head, feet crossed at the ankles. He’s staring up at the ceiling. Again. Maybe he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, but he keeps looking at the ceiling and glancing up the stairs every time he gets off of the couch.

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