Page 11 of Coming Unraveled
“Are you wet for me?” he asks gravely, the tone demanding.
Unable to find her voice she nods her head in response. Instantly his arm reaches out and snakes around her waist, lifting her up as if she weighs nothing more than a feather and she wraps her legs around him for the second time. Brooks holds her against the door once more, his arm never leaving his clutch of her. He takes his erection into his other hand and strokes it along her center, slicking himself in her juices.
Words aren’t exchanged as he positions himself at her opening. Instead, he captures her jaw and tilts her head towards his, possessing her lips once more. Everleigh feels her sex growing in impatience as it waits for him to slide inside her body.
“You’re mine, Everleigh,” Brooks commands as he adjusts his hold on her waist and slams her down on his cock.
His punishing thrusts bring her back to their moment in Vegas where he dominated her body to take him, all of him. This instance is no different in his ownership of her person. Everleigh finds herself rocking against his pulsations, rubbing her clit against his hips at every plunge into her center. The waves begin to build deep inside her walls and she grips him tightly, bringing his mouth back to hers.
She whispers against his lips, “I’m going to come.”
“Wait for me,” he demands and her eyes widen in surprise, she has no idea how to hold back any longer.
“But I can’t.”
Instead of responding, he acquires her mouth once more, and the feel of his tongue exploring the area has her forgetting about the release rising to its crest.
Pulling back an inch his lips rub against hers as he orders, “Come now.”
Everleigh explodes in his arms as he erupts deep inside her womb. His arm cocooning her until her shaking subsides.
As her body settles she realizes her grave mistake.
“Brooks, I’m not yours. I don’t want to be yours,” she argues as she pulls away from him and slides down his body.
Gripping her dress, she pulls it up her legs and waist, zipping it back into place. She finds her purse haphazardly tossed to the side and grabs it, placing her panties into the inside pocket. Turning around she finds Brooks standing in the same spot, his magnificent naked body still on display.
At first, she startles at his lack of dress but she compiles herself quickly and points into his chest.
“I am not a possession and I want an annulment.”
“Not going to happen,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders.
Distracted by the movement she demands that he get dressed and he does so slowly.
“Thank you. Please just read over the papers. It will be better for you, I swear.”
“I’m not signing the papers, Everleigh.”
“Why!” she cries out, her arms flailing into the air.
“Because I want you,” he declares as he opens the door to the office and steps into the hallway, leaving her confused and alone.
She spends a few minutes standing in the office collecting herself and making sure they left no evidence of their tryst. Adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder she pushes through the door, determined to ignore Brooks’ gaze and head back to her apartment. Everleigh is surprised when she finds Austin waiting for her at the end of the hallway, a concerned look weighing in his eyes.
“Are you alright? Brooks said you all had a pretty heated exchange, some screaming involved.”
Confused by the lie she answers her brother sounding more like a question, “Yes?”
“He asked me to make sure that you got home ok.”
“That is surprisingly nice of him,” she mumbles following him out of the bar.
“I’ve found Brooks to be pretty nice all around. Everyone here seems to like him a lot. You’re the only holdout.”
Everleigh turns her gaze towards her older brother, the man that had liked her first and only boyfriend, the man that causes her to stay away from relationships. She wonders if he would question his own judgment then.
They cross the street, Austin tucking her close to him.
