Page 32 of Flame's Fight

“He took off when I shot at him. I know your dad is in contact with the Coast Guard. They want to find him and bring him back here. If he’s smart, he’ll just keep sailing and get lost out there.”

“I don’t understand what he hoped to accomplish.” Brooke muses. “Besides kidnapping me. I never saw it coming. Do you think he was working with Deion?”

Dante shrugs. “I doubt it, but we’ll look into it. Byte’s running a background check on him, see if anything pops. I’m sure you’ll have to speak with the police, but for now, let’s get out of here.” He gives his mother a hard hug before kissing her on her cheek. Brooke thanks her again as we head outside.

With Reaper’s help, I get into the club SUV while Brooke climbs in with me.

“Where are we going?’ She asks as Axel drives us down the long driveway for Angela’s home.

“Clubhouse.” I say, turning to her. “If that’s ok? We could go to your apartment.”

She shakes her head. “No, the clubhouse sounds great. Although, maybe we could stop at my place so I can pack a bag? I’d like to stay with you. If that’s ok?”

“Babe, you never have to ask or leave.” I tell her, squeezing her hand. “Axel, can you stop by Brooke’s place and go with her?” I ask, and my brother nods.

“No problem.”

Brooke takes no time at all to pack a suitcase and return to the SUV. She’s changed out of her scrubs and into a sundress and sandals. Have to say, I miss the scrubs, but I do like the sight of all that skin.

Once we’re at the clubhouse, I hold Brooke’s suitcase while she pushes me down the hall to one of the guest bedrooms. I can’t climb the stairs, so I’ll need to switch rooms until I get my legs all the way back.

“Want me to pack up your things and bring them down?” Brooke asks as she takes her bag and drops it on the floor near the dresser.

“Axel’s handling it.” I tell her as I cast my eyes over her gorgeous body. The feminine dress is giving me many ideas. “I think you need to come sit on my lap.” I tell her.

“Oh yeah,” she says, grinning as she lifts the skirt high enough so she can straddle me.

I rub my hands along her smooth thighs as I nibble her neck. Her skin is soft over firm muscles, and I feel my cock springing to life. Brooke shifts her body, rubbing against my hardening member as I capture her mouth. Her slow undulations soon have my pants feeling tight. I want to move her to the bed, but I can’t seem to stop kissing her. Something floral overlays her normal coconut scent, but all my senses recognize her as my Brooke. When she breaks the kiss, panting, I make my move.

Rolling over to the bed, I nudge her off me and use my hands and good leg to shift out of the wheelchair and onto the bed. “You’re going to have to do most of the work.” I tell her. “I’ll just sit back and enjoy the show. Now get naked, woman.”

She giggles as she drops the dress to reveal her naked body.

“Fuck, if I’d had known you were naked under there…” I say.

“You wouldn’t have done anything with your brother driving.” She reminds me.

I grimace. “No talking about my brother. Now help me get naked, too.” I order as I remove my shirt. When her hand brushes over my abs as she unfastens my buckle, I moan. “This may be over fast.” I warn her.

“Missed me?” She asks as she drops the belt on the floor and unzips my pants.

“You have no idea how much. I was afraid I’d never get hard again.” I admit to her.

She removes my boots before slipping my jeans off. “Because of the bullet wound?”

“No, because I lost you.” I admit, as she leans forward to lick my nipple. When she leans back, I moan at the loss. Opening my eyes, I see she’s studying me. “What?”

“Are you saying you haven’t had sex since we broke up?” She demands.

“Of course, I haven’t.” I tell her.

She frowns. “How is that possible? I heard you were with…” She trails off and I can feel her distancing herself from me.

Lifting my hands to capture her face, I stare at her until she locks eyes with me. “I haven’t been with anyone else. Not because I didn’t try.” I admit. “I thought I needed to get over you, but it didn’t take me long to realize my body only wants yours. You can ask the bunnies if you don’t believe me. I flirted with them, even got drunk enough to ask them back to my room, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even let them cross the threshold. The thought of someone else in my room made me ill. I love you, Brooke. You ruined me for anyone else.”

I brush the tears from under her beautiful eyes as she gazes at me with love, but also with belief.

“I haven’t been with anyone either.” She tells me. “Didn’t want anyone but you. I want no one but you.”

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