Page 31 of Coming Unraveled
“I thought we had an understanding. What are you thinking bringing her to my wedding? Everleigh is going to flip her shit.”
“I know.”
“You know? Dammit, Brooks. I want my sister to be happy and this is not going to accomplish that! God if there wasn’t a fucking sister code…” she murmurs under her breath before she stares him in the eyes. “Tell me what’s going on. You know E better than any of us. So, tell me why you brought Charlie here.”
“Easy, reverse psychology.”
A light goes off behind Cassidy’s eyes and she perks up slightly.
“Make her want something she didn’t before. It’s borderline genius, Brooks, but there is one tiny problem.”
“What’s that?”
“She already knows that she wants you.”
“Good. Now if you don’t mind I’m going to pop into Sydney’s place and grab some food and then I’ll be back for Charlie.”
As he steps towards the exit he hears Cassidy shout from her spot where she remains in the corner. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Brooks. I don’t want to see either of you get hurt.”
Stepping out into the sunshine, he makes his way down the sidewalk, waving at people as they pass welcoming him home. If only it is permanent and he feels that he has a reason to stay. If Everleigh truly wants to be separated he doesn’t think he can stand the sight of seeing her every day without the ability to touch her, but he knows he can win her over in the long run if she only can get over the fear that she holds so close to her chest.
Paper bags in hand encasing the two panini sandwiches he ordered from The Grill and a cupcake from Wake and Bake he heads back into the sun only to watch Everleigh step out of the back of her pharmacy and begin to turn into the alleyway separating her shop from the hardware store. Without a thought running through his mind, he rushes across the street at a breakneck speed, a pace he hasn’t reached since his MLB days.
A car honks in the distance but his vision is tunneled, focused on the beautiful woman he has been dreaming about for weeks. An urgent need claws at him and as he comes to stop in front of her he doesn’t waste a second to catch his breath, instead, he drops his bag on the ground and captures her face between his two palms, cradling her gently, before pressing his lips against hers. He imprisons her lips just as she whispers his name as a call, a sob, a plea. The darkness of the alley conceals the couple, a hurricane swirling around them, and they stand as one in the eye of the storm.
Something takes over, releasing the pent-up tension and desire as they claw at each other’s clothes and bodies. Everleigh wraps one leg around his waist, and on instinct, he reaches down and lifts her other leg around him. His palms stroke the underside of her thighs sliding up to grip her ass in his palms. She rocks her heated core against his erection, now growing painfully behind the zipper of his jeans.
She moans into his mouth as their friction rubs her needy center and Brooks seizes the cry as it breaks his last thread of control. He carries her towards the back of the building where the stairs leading to her apartment reside. With little control, he presses her against the glass door and nips at her lip while reaching up and palming her breast through the smock of her jacket. Everleigh tilts her head, dueling her tongue against his, and the feel of her roughness in his mouth shoots electricity down his spine.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he bites her lower lips. “Open the god damned door and please tell me that there is still a bed.”
Normally his command would have her balking back in irritation, but her yearning overrules the rest of her feelings as she reaches into her pocket and blindly unlocks the deadbolt to her stairwell, nodding her head.
As they climb she bounces against his aching cock and he must hold back a growl at every ascending step. Finally, they reach the top and he grabs the keys from her hand while resting her weight on one arm. Brooks focuses on opening the door as Everleigh nips and sucks on the sensitive skin right below his ear and he feels his body almost collapse from her ministrations.
“I’ve missed you too much to be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle, Brooks,” she replies as she bites down on the lobe of his ear. “I just want you.”
If he were in a better frame of mind he might consider analyzing her words, instead, he marches them to the bedroom where he tosses her on the bed and quickly removes her clothing. Socks and pants fly through the air as she works to remove her own shirt. As she struggles Brooks takes the opportunity to glide his hand up her naked legs and thumb the center of her silk panties where he’s met with her sweet wetness. He rubs gentle circles across her opening and her nub, mesmerized at the sight of her stomach shivering as her arms lie trapped in the material of her shirt.
Fisting the sides of her panties, he rips them from her body and his chest rumbles at the view of her pink sex glistening before him.
“So God damned beautiful,” he confesses as he returns a thumb to her center.
She extricates herself from her shirt and quickly chucks her bra into the pile on the floors before leaning up on her elbows, the seductress watching him pleasure her body. He presses down against her exposed nub with his thumb, massaging the delicate nerves, watching as she tosses her head back and arches her body as it begins to quake.
Watching her fall apart has always been one of his favorite things about being with Everleigh, the way her face loses all sense of concealment and reveals every emotion as it travels through her body.
Her orgasm hits her forcefully and she reaches out, gripping the duvet between her fists as she waits for the waves to subside.
“Are you ready for me, gorgeous? I can’t wait to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Her answering groan has Brooks grinning as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs, but not before he reaches into his wallet and grabs a condom. Everleigh sits up and pushes his shirt up his chest, her fingers moving up each muscle and then they trail back down, coming to rest at the V of his hips.
She gazes at the enlarged head of his cock and she licks her lips before peering up at him behind her long lashes and tasting the bead of moisture at the opening with her tongue. She swirls around the head before grasping the base in her hand and squeezing gently as her mouth descends on his shaft.
“Shit,” he murmurs, lacing his hand in her hair, but letting her control the pace.
