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He knows he won’t be able to last long as she continues to suck on his cock, but he is too entranced to pull away. Brooks allows her to continue giving him pleasure until he feels himself growing closer to his release.
“Stop. I want to fuck you now.”
She instantly pulls back and moves on the bed, opening her legs up for him, waiting for him to take her.
Fuck he loves this woman,he thinks to himself as he rolls the condom down his penis and moves one of her legs to rest on his shoulder.
Brooks rocks against her a few times, teasing her, coating himself in her sweet heat, allowing himself to slide fully to the hilt as he aligns at her entrance. In a quick thrust, he enters her completely and they both gasp at the sensation.
“Jesus Christ, how do you feel tighter?”
“Kegels, now shut up and fuck me!” she cries.
The dutiful man that he is, Brooks leans down and kisses her quickly before rising up on his knees and increasing his thrusts. He can feel each answering pulse of her inner walls as he glides his cock inside her, the hoop on the end of his tip rubbing the spot that seems to elude most men. Her pussy craves each plunge, gripping him tighter and tighter until it becomes almost impossible to remove his penis fully from her body.
Pulling out of her fully he flips her over just as the confused expression crosses her face and pulls her hips back with his hands, bringing her onto her hands and knees, her round ass raised for his pleasure. He squeezes each globe roughly as he pushes himself back into her core. Everleigh’s head falls with pleasure and Brooks reaches forward, wrapping her glossy blond hair in his fist. With the hold of her hair and hip, Brooks increases his pace, using her own body to rock back against him.
“You feel so damn good. I could fuck this pussy forever,” he growls just as her body begins to shake beneath his hold. “Come for me, sweetheart. I’m right there with you.”
His movements become jerky and less in tempo as he chases their releases, focusing on her pleasure more than his own. Releasing her hair, he glides his hand to the front of her body and grasps her breast in his hand, squeezing the flesh before guiding himself down her stomach, towards the point of her body craving his touch. Without a halt to his thrusts, he moves his fingers against her clit and she loses herself in the pleasure, falling forward onto her shoulder, ass still in the air, as her body crashes into waves around him. Brooks continues to push inside her body as he shoots his release into the condom, his hand circling her nub as she comes down from her high. Breathing heavily, she collapses onto the bed, Brooks not a moment behind.
“I’m glad you’re back,” she whispers, her hair wildly draped across her face and shoulder and Brooks swears that he has never seen her more beautiful than in this moment. It is too bad that he is about to crush her joy in a minute.
Removing the condom, he steps into her bathroom to toss it in the trash and then walks back into the room to get dressed.
“Brooks?” she asks and he can see the confusion and fear on her face as she turns to face him, covering herself with her arm and leg.
He works to keep from making eye contact with her otherwise he knows that he’ll break.
“I’m sorry, Everleigh.”
“For what? I was ok with it rough. I liked it,” she appeases.
He cringes at her comment knowing that she has no idea about the bomb he is about to drop into her lap.
“I’ll be at your sister’s wedding tomorrow.”
“Ok. We can go together if you want.”
Surprise registers first that she is willing to bring him as her date to a family function, just as Cassidy had predicted. But he remains strong and resolute.
“Everleigh,” he commands, finally meeting her gaze with his. “I brought someone to be my date.”
Chapter Five
EVERLEIGH ISN’T SURE WHAT happened. One moment she finds herself lost in the feeling of Brooks and the next he is walking out of her apartment after telling her he had brought someone else to be his date for her sister’s wedding. Her heart had gone from being filled with elation at seeing him again to dropping into the pit of her stomach. Crushed and squeezed and milked for everything it had and then left out to rot in the sun.
And that is exactly how she feels as she curls into herself on her bed, she feels like she is rotting like she is nothing more than a decaying version of the person she had always wanted to be.
Knowing that she only has a small amount of time before she needs to head back to the pharmacy, Everleigh composes herself as best as she can and dresses to return to work. Her head fills with visions of her past, her reasons for shutting people out, and the feelings of anger and pain swirl inside her, igniting a fury she buried down deep inside.
Taking each step slowly the weight of the world bears down on her shoulders. Her neatly crafted bubble seems to be splitting apart at the seams and she hasn’t even had the opportunity to describe to Brooks her reason for holding back, her reason to keep him at a distance. A distance she aches to bridge across.
Stepping through the pharmacy she begins to unlock all the doors, welcoming her customers back into her store. She holds the front door open for the librarian Myrtle and just as she begins to follow her inside she looks down the block and the sight before her leaves her breathless. Brooks has pulled into his designated parking space, but the surprise comes when a statuesque woman steps from his vehicle with his assistance, her classical features even recognizable to Everleigh. Brooks didn’t just bring any woman home to Carson, no, he brought home a better version of her.
Everleigh tucks her chin against her chest and quickly moves back inside, shielding herself from others seeing her visible pain. It is one thing for her to hear that he has brought someone home; it is another to witness it herself. A beautiful woman that can give Brooks everything he needs in a wife and family. Something she still isn’t sure that she is capable of. She had been willing to try, had been taking the advice of her sisters and friends, but now it all seems moot.
She has witnessed his smile, heard his laugh, and she cares for him too much to disrupt that for him; to be a kink in the chain.
