Page 16 of Leather & Lace

Rolling over to grab my phone off the nightstand, I check my messages. I am thankful to see nothing from Ashley. Pushingout of the thoughts, I pull myself out of bed and make my way to the joining bathroom and turn on my shower.

Stripping off my clothes and stepping in, I let the water cascade down my back and face. Gripping my aroused dick, I start to think about what it would be like having Brook in here with me. I slowly start to glide my hand up and down my large thick staff.

I picture her on her knees, lips parted, wanting and waiting to take my whole cock into her warm, wet mouth. The water glistening off her perfect porcelain skin. Her eyes looking up at me through her dark, thick lashes.

My body starts to quiver from the warm water hitting my dick. I bet her saliva is this warm. I envision her taking her tongue and gently sliding it over the tip of my cock and licking off my pearl of precum so it can slide down her throat.

I groan deeply at the thought. I wonder if she would let me fuck that pretty little mouth. Before I know it, my balls tighten and I cum hard down the drain.

“Fuuuuuck” I moan as my cock pulsates in my hand. Well, that was quick.

Making my way downstairs, the cleaners have already arrived and left. The once party-trashed house now looks cleaner than before. I am greeted with a long stare from Chase as I enter the kitchen to grab coffee. I shot him a puzzled look.

“So, Brooklyn, huh?” he asks, without any hesitation. Dane looks up from his phone, almost in shock. “You gonna make her your next plaything?” I let out a small laugh as I turned away from him and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet, shaking my head.

“So that's a yes?” he prods, not taking a second to reconsider.

“Chase,” Dane says, lowering his voice as if in warning.

“No, it’s okay,” I utter, as I pour the coffee into my mug. Turning to meet his gaze, I give him a wink. “I am guessing you thought you had a little chance with her. What, did you think she would actually go for a boring fuck like you?” Chase tenses up and stands.

“Don’t fucking do it, Eli! She doesn’t deserve that shit. I am what she needs. I can give herreallove. You are nothing but a fucking womanizing asshole! I fucking saw what you did to Ashley last night!” Dane senses the coming brawl and stands between the both of us.

“Ok guys, just calm down. Chase, back the fuck up!” Dane yells between us.

“Wow,” I say in a low laugh, “Pussy finally making you find your balls, Chase? It’s too bad those balls will be nowhere near her perfect pussy I tongue-fucked last night.” He lunges out towards me but is stopped by Dane.

“Calm the fuck down Chase!” He yells while pushing him up against the wall and restraining him. Taking another sip of my coffee, I stand there, smiling calmly, then slowly walk towards him.

I come up behind Dane, leaning over, inches from his face. “Whatever the fuck I do with Brooklyn is none of your concern. You are lucky I am in a somewhat good mood today, or I would have my gun so far down your fucking throat, I would make you choke it.” His eyes widened in fear.

“I think you forget who the fuck you think you are talking to, Chase. I will let this one slide. I know the kinds of emotions pussy can spring onto a man, but listen to me,” I say, moving Dane out of the way and grabbing his chin in my hand.

“You take one fucking step towards her, one fuckingtouch, and I will make sure to keep to my promise of my gun throat-fucking your mouth.” Letting go, he pushes into my shoulder and stumbles forwards.

“Fuck this, and fuck you, Eli!” he says while grabbing his jacket and heading out the front door, slamming it behind him.

“Seriously man. All this over some pussy?” Dane huffs as I shoot him a warning glance and then he backs away. “What’s going on with you man? What has you worked up?” He looks at me, waiting for a reply. I just turn and head back up the stairs, sipping my steaming coffee.

It’s her. She is what has gotten into me.

CHAPTER 9

BROOKLYN

I feel as if I am dying. My head pounds from the night before. I have already puked three times this morning and still feel my stomach twisting inside me. Laying on my bed, I stare at the ceiling. What happened last night?

I remember it vaguely, but pain hits me when I think about the girl running into the room, wanting to kill me. Tears poured down her stunning face. Was that his girlfriend? Did he cheat on her with me? My mind is so confused, and I feel sick once again at the thought.

Why can’t I get him out of my head? If he is the asshole she made him out to be, why do I still care? Am I that fucked up? Before I can pull my thoughts out of my head, Jenny opens the door and enters with two coffees and some bagels. I give her a small smile as my pouty eyes meet hers.

“Hey babe,” she says when she notices I am awake. “You doing, okay?” I look at her and then throw my pillow over my face, screaming loudly into it. I hear her chuckle then sit on the end of my bed.

“Here, drink some coffee and eat. It will help you feel better.” God, I love this woman. If I were born a man, I would surely worship the ground she walks on.

“Thanks,” I say quietly as she hands me my steaming coffee.

“Ok, so what the fuck happened last night? I tried asking you in the car ride back home, but all you did was stare out of the window. And I didnotappreciate the fucking anxiety you gave me from your utter silence!”

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