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When he reaches for my hand, pulling me to him and closing the door before putting his lips quickly on mine, I start to melt. I’m about to reveal the surprise when Rocky pads over to us. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since the shelter event, unless you count pictures and videos. I swear he’s actually smiling as I dip down to pet him. I scratch behind his ears, taking in all his wrinkles and squished nose. He’s perfect.

“Rocky, it’s good to see you again,” I coo.

He sits down, rolls to the side and lets me pet his belly—his legs sticking out in bliss.

“What’s the special occasion?” Brooks asks.

I stand, grab a handful of his shirt, and pull his lips to mine. “I feel like you’re in need of a pick-me-up. That’s where I come into play.”

He raises a curious eyebrow. “Ah, okay. What did you have in mind?”

Slowly, I breathe in, willing my hands to steady as I reach for the zipper at the top of my winter coat. I pull it down, revealing the surprise underneath.

Chapter 34

Brooks

“Fuck.Areyouserious?”I stare at Lia, who is standing in my living room wearing only my jersey. Her legs are bare, long, and I bet as smooth as I remember. Her nipples show through the jersey, meaning she’s braless.

I rub my jaw as my eyes roam over her, the purple of the Jags jersey a contrast to her pale skin. “Are you wearing anything under that?” I choke out.

She offers me a devilish smirk, reaches for my hand, and pulls us toward the kitchen. “Why don’t you find out?”

Lia stops once she reaches the kitchen island. She puts her hands on the ledge and hoists herself up before scooting back. Slowly, and one at a time, she brings her knees to her chest, resting her heels on the counter. Lia’s fingers dance across her kneecaps as she flips her hair to the side.

She presses them open, just an inch, before closing them. My mouth waters and I’m licking my lips, taking her in.

“I want you to tell me what you want,” she teases, keeping her legs shut. A sliver of her ass peeks around her bent legs, and the words go straight to my cock. “Take control.”

Pushing my bottom lip up against my teeth, I cross my arms and answer, “Spread those legs for me like a good girl.”

Lia soaks in the praise, tipping her head back with a wide fucking smile before snapping her eyes back up to mine. She splits her legs, slowlygiving me what I want. When she’s open for me, completely bare, in nothing but my jersey, my knees almost fucking wobble.

“Did you like driving like this? My jersey the only thing between you and the seat?” I step forward, not touching her quite yet. She leans into my words, and I can almost see them wrap around her.

She tips her chin to her chest and looks up at me through thick, dark lashes. “Loved. It.” She pops the ‘t’ as the air rushes between us, and her eyes are magnets to mine.

Lia leans back a little on her forearms and elbows as I let my fingertips touch the skin above her ankle. My hands glide up the sides of each of her legs before reaching behind her knees. I cup my hands behind and pull her legs a little further apart. Her muscles stretch, giving way and showing her flexibility.

“Were you making a mess in the car? Thinking of me. Touching you?” I put a kiss on the inside of her thigh and then nip it.

Lia sucks in a breath before she lets out a moan, her eyes rolling back and her head falling with it. “I’m definitely making a mess now.”

My fingers move from the inside of her thigh, across soft skin and strong muscle, and find her entrance. I swipe her wetness until it coats my fingers, and my cock aches.

“Touch yourself,” I rumble while unbuttoning my pants. Taking them off, I strain against the fabric of my briefs and can see a dot of wetness seeping through. I pull my briefs down and stroke my cock, as slowly as Lia draws circles on her clit.

She uses two fingers and picks up the pace while she watches me stroke my shaft, my dick heavy and full in my hand. Lia bites her lip, letting out a whimper which sends a shock to my balls.

I move closer, the head of my dick almost touching the hand she uses to tease her center. I let it rub against the back of her hand, only for a second, and she nibbles on her own lip, stopping like I’ve burned her.

“You like when I tease you like this?” I ask huskily.

“Yes.” The word rushes out, loud and confident.

“Let’s switch. You touch me and I’ll touch you.” I let my dick stand on its own and wait for her to reach for it.

When her hands grab me, squeezing, the pressure is perfect. I take my ring and pinky finger and slide them through her entrance, while my pointer finger lightly touches her clit. Pump and touch. She watches my hands like she’s hypnotized. Her chest shudders with each bump from my finger against her bundle of nerves.

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