Page 45 of Face Off
Brooks wraps his arm around my shoulder protectively before placing a soft kiss on my temple. “Everything okay?”
I nod, walking toward the visiting team entrance, not once glancing back a Boyce. When I’m tucked away in the office the visiting team has provided for medical staff, I let the tears fall. I’m not crying because I miss Boyce and have these underlying feelings for him. I’m crying because my son’s father only wants claim to him now when someone else shows interest. Nothing hurts more.
I wipe the tears from my cheeks, pulling myself together as the players and staff line up to take the ice in the hallway. The guys start their walk to the ice fist bumping all the staff members along the way. Brooks stops when he approaches me, placing a kiss on my lips. A kiss so passionate and heated, I’m sure fans witnessing it on the Jumbo Tron or their TVs at home feel the sexual tension between the two of us.
“I love you,” he mouths to me as he walks to the ice, skating out with the biggest smile on his face.
And just like that, every thought of anger and sadness I felt toward Boyce has vanished. Though I don’t say it back, I know for a fact that I’m in deeper than I ever thought I would be. I’m utterly, deeply, insanely in love with Brooks Miller.
???
The Skipjacks pull out a win, with Brooks scoring two of the three goals. So, going into dinner, everybody is on a high. The absence of Coach Stevens seems to strengthen the team, not hurt it like I had originally thought when my father made the announcement that he was being fired. However, my high only lasts so long. The moment Cassidy walks in, hand waffled together with Vince’s, I feel sick.
Brooks’ hand squeezes my leg as he senses my mood building. “What do you say we skip out of here? Camden’s gonna hang with Tino’s boy tonight. Figured you wouldn’t mind since they’ve been hanging out the entire time we’ve been here.”
I nod before the two of us stand from our seats, making our way toward the exit. His large arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close to him as we make our way back to my villa. As soon as we cross the threshold of the villa, his mouth is on mine in a kiss filled with so much hunger and passion.
I fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt as he grips the hem of my dress, breaking our kiss for a moment before pulling it over my head, leaving me clad in my lace bra and panties. My hand caresses his abs as I work my way up to his shoulder, pushing down his white dress shirt and leaving him in only his black suit pants. His hands grasp the back of my thighs as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he makes his way toward the bedroom.
“Fuck. You’re so perfect, Red,” he says as he admires me sprawled out on the bed. “How did I get so lucky?”
I smirk at him before moving to sit on the edge of the bed. Grabbing his belt, I unclasp it, pulling it from the loops before popping the button on his suit pants. The sound of the zipper gliding down heats my core with excitement. “Not sure it was luck. Maybe you just finally got under my skin.”
His lips find mine as I push down his pants, leaving him clad in his boxers. He hovers over my body as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pushing him closer to my wet pussy, aching for him.
“Shit, you’re so wet for me. I can feel it through your panties.”
My back arches off the bed as he pulls down the cup of my lace bra, pushing it to the side before latching onto my erect nipple. His tongue skillfully moves in circles before biting it and gently tugging, sending tingles throughout my entire body as he moves to the next one and doing the same thing. I move my hand between us, dipping underneath the waistband of his boxers. My finger glides across the bit of precum lingering on the head, spreading it around before moving to his shaft, stroking it a few times. He lets out a guttural moan as my hand moves in steady but quick strokes.
“Red, if you keep stroking me like that, I’m going to embarrass myself and come like a teenage boy.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Not waiting for a response, I unwrap my legs from around his waist, lifting my hips before sliding down my panties and draping them over his face. He pulls the fabric from his face, balling it into the palm of his hands. Deeply inhaling the wet fabric before narrowing his eyes back to me. “God, you smell so fucking good. So wet and ready for me to bury this cock in your wet pussy.”
Without hesitation, he lines his throbbing cock at my wet entrance, slamming into me as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He stills for a moment, giving me time to adjust before moving in long, fluid movements, quickening his pace as my hips lift off the mattress. Our breaths sync as the sound of skin slapping skin fill the room. His cock bottoms out as he’s balls deep, thrusting deep within me, continually hitting my g-spot as he goes.
I feel my walls tightening as he angles my hips to thrust even deeper. I’m on the edge of my climax when he pulls out, flipping me onto my hands and knees before delivering a playfulsmack to both ass cheeks. He runs his finger along my wet slit, bringing my arousal to my tight hole and rubbing it in slow circles over the entrance. My breath hitches as I feel him put a fingertip inside my ass, moving it slowly in and out as he uses his other hand to smack my ass cheek.
“Do you like a little bit of anal play, Red?” he says, delivering another smack to my ass as a small moan releases from my lips.
Lining his hard cock back at my entrance, he thrusts back into me, moving his fingers in sync as his thrusts grow harder and faster. I’m on the edge of release as he uses his other hand to reach around, rubbing small circles on my clit as he continues his assault from all angles. The walls of my pussy clench tightly around his shaft as he continues thrusting.
“Oh, God,” I say through bated breath. “Brooks, I’m going to come.”
I reach my climax as my walls tighten even more around his hard length, my legs and arms shaking in an attempt to keep myself steady as I come the hardest I ever have in my life. I’m not quite sure if it’s from all the ass play, which by the way is strangely invigorating. Brooks shortens and quickens his thrusts as he chases his own release, soon finding his own. Collapsing onto my back, I feel streams of his hot cum emptying into me.
“Fuck, Red. That was…”
“Amazing,” I finish for him as we both collapse beside one another on the bed.
Sex with Brooks, yeah… I know I’ve bragged about it before, but the sex with him… It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. With each time, the sex becomes more than just sex. A connection, an electrical current that flows between the two of us with such intensity. It’s almost as if he’s readingmy mind. Peering into my sexual desires and kinks and putting them into action.
My head rests on his sweat-covered chest as he pulls me close to his side, gently stroking my hair as we both attempt to even out our breaths. “So,” he begins before placing a chaste kiss on top my head. “What was all that between you and Boyce Cameron today that arena?”
God, why can’t he let this go.
Boyce Cameron is no one to me. He’s been dead to me for a long time. So, why do I feel the need to continue to hide this from Brooks? Boyce has made it clear that he’s moved on. He’s engaged for crying out loud. Not to mention the guy is a grade A dick who abandoned his child. Yet the words flow from my mouth before I have a chance to tell the truth.
