Page 4 of Dare to Fall

Slender fingers wrapped around me as she began to pump the base of my cock with increasing speed.

“Ahhhh. Yes. Just like that.” I gazed down at her, lost in the motion of her head bobbing up and down, those lips wrapped tightly against me.

“Keep going,” I urged her.

Her sweet tongue swirled around the tip of my cock. My hips bucked upward, pushing my length further into her throat. She took it well and sucked harder and harder, surely feeling the pulses of my nearing climax against her sensitive tongue.

“I’m so close. So fucking close,” I growled.

She wrapped her other hand around my base and glided her hands up and down, twisting as they went.

“Fuck,” I ground out as I barreled into the depths of my orgasm.

Vibrations from the groan she let out as she sucked me off sent an almost unbearable wave of sensitivity through my shaft. With one final lick of my length, she sat up and wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Good morning, handsome.” Her voice was husky and sensual.

I leaned toward her, pulling her against me as I fell back into the mattress. “Quite a good fucking morning,” I said, giving her a quick kiss.

We lay there for a while as she grazed her fingertips along my chest.

As I stared at the ceiling, feeling my energy drain from Brooke’s complimentary pleasure, I remembered I told my brother I would meet him for lunch on campus today. He was only in his late twenties, and he was already an esteemed professor at Waterview University. He may not have been business-minded, but he was smart as hell and loved teaching his students. I took a glance at the alarm clock on my nightstand.Shit. It was already half past ten.

“Are you hungry?” I rolled over and asked Brooke.

Those green eyes gazed up at me with lingering desire. “Famished.”

I shot her a smile. “Well, you’re in luck. I’ve been known to make a mean omelet.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” She raised a brow.

I threw the covers off me, slid into a pair of thin sweatpants, and headed across my loft to the kitchen. I got two espressos going and started on the omelets. Peeking over my shoulder, Brooke’s gorgeous face was laid back against a sea of red hair. That fiery red was the first thing that grabbed my attention the night we met. I noticed her from across the bar, and we immediately locked eyes. She had a lustrous look about her that just screamedFuck me now. And that was exactly what I did. I took her against the wall in the alleyway. Not that many were around at three o’clock in the morning, but the exhibitionist in me definitely got off on it.

She was easygoing and unlike most of the women I had dated in previous years—always dressed to impress while expecting a dinner with me to cost more than their monthly rent. Unfortunately, that was what I came to expect from being a Walker. My father made a name for himself in his twenties as he pioneered several startup companies. His wealth quickly rose, and now he managed a billion-dollar empire that often took him away from my mother and left me and my brother to look after her.

Not that she needed looking after.

As soon as women found out I was the son of George and Lisa Walker and the heir to my father’s legacy, I found their intentions often shifted to a fast-paced track of settling down before they even knew my middle name.

Brooke had been different. She kicked my ass in billiards without a second thought, and the mention of my father’s company never once came up in conversation. That had to mean she either didn’t care or didn’t know. I was hoping for the former. Last night was a warmed welcome. I cooked dinner for her while she swayed to Led Zeppelin blaring from my record player. She was entrancing, the way she moved her hips and rolled her arms above her head. I watched her dance in my living room for a long time before I fucked her into the early hours of the morning.

A wild lay. It took a lot to keep up with my stamina, but she held her own the entire night.

I flipped the searing omelet in the pan and stole another glance over my shoulder at Brooke who had shifted positions and was now propped up on one elbow, scrolling through her phone.

She was a blast—every bit the spitfire one would expect her to be, given her appearance. But as I looked at her, I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except the innate desire to fuck her, there was nothing else to it.

It felt like something was wrong. Maybe I built the walls too fucking high for anyone to climb over. And I clung to that fool’s hope that, maybe one day, I would feel something more than lust. Faint memories in the back of my mind told me I had once experienced those feelings. The kind that everyone talked about. Yet, year after year of women giving me the same line of shit, trying to barrel into my life at warp speed as soon as they found out my last name forced me to close myself off.

I was tainted.

Fuck, I still was.

Steam rose from the plate as I forked Brooke’s omelet onto the white ceramic.

“Breakfast is served.”

She put her phone down and shot me a wicked smile that I wished would activate some piece of my heart.

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