Page 53 of Coming Unraveled
He turns to find her peering out of her door, her hair a wild halo around her face, her eyes heavy with sleep, and her body covered by an oversized shirt – his shirt. In a move his old baseball coach would be proud of, Brooks darts down the hallway as if he’s trying to steal a base and practically slides to a stop in front of her.
Everleigh’s eyes widen as he stops before her and then stands. His bag slides down his arms and then he’s on her. His hands cover both of her cheeks, resting right on her jawline, and his lips shift against hers, his tongue plundering inside her mouth. Beneath her shirt he can feel her breasts press against his chest, her nipples rising for attention.
Pulling back, he takes in the dazed expression on her face and he smiles knowing that she still craves him.
“What are you doing here? How did you find out where I was?”
“I have my sources and no, it wasn’t your family. They’re sealed up tight. And I didn’t want you to be alone.”
“I’m sorry. I…”
Reaching down for his bag he tosses it back on his shoulder before asking, “Mind if I come in? We can finish this conversation inside.”
“Oh, yes. Please.”
Brooks doesn’t take a minute to look around instead he abandons his bag in the small entry and pins her against the wall, boosting her up with his hands under her thighs. She instinctively wraps her legs around his waist and he can feel her warm heat pressing against his pants.
Tilting his head forward he nips at her lips as he asks her to continue her thought from earlier.
Between kisses she explains, “I thought it would be better if I wasn’t around for you to deal with everything. You don’t need this situation tarnishing your career, Brooks. I want what’s best for you.”
“You’re what’s best for me,” he argues as he kisses her deeply again.
She moves her head to the side as she rocks her body against his growing erection. “We can agree to disagree.”
Tightening his grip on her thighs he rocks her body harder against his, causing her to expel a seductive moan. “Fuck, are we going to fight about it? It’s been a while.”
She giggles. She actually giggles as her warm center shakes against the tip of his cock aching from pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
“I fought with you because I wanted you and I didn’t like it. Can I deck your other eye this time?”
Growling, he moves away from the wall, her body still wrapped against his tightly and he ambles back to the bedroom. He tosses her on the bed where she bounces twice, a smile budding on her lips. Brooks hovers over her body, thrusting his jean-clad cock against her center, eliciting a groan and grip the bed in her hands.
“No hitting, I have something better that you can do with your fist,” he implies as he shoves his pants down and his pierced dick juts forward, smacking her lightly trimmed mound.
She reaches down and wraps her hand around his cock and strokes three times before she guides it into her already soaked entrance.
Their lovemaking begins as fierce, powerful, and violent; two bodies aching for the other, dominating in their need for control. But as her body begins to shake their emotions take over and he covers her body with his as his movements slow, letting her feel every inch of him as he slides into her body, her tight sheath grasping at him with every thrust. Everleigh’s nails claw at his back as she strains to hang onto herself, but she loses the battle as her climax spirals her over the peek. Brooks watches as she loses herself to the passion, to the uncontrollable feeling of desire, as the orgasm rolls through her body.
As her body milks his release from his cock he melds their mouths together, craving for one final taste of her. When his shakes subside and Everleigh comes back into herself Brooks rolls onto his side, bringing her body with him.
His hand threads through her hair, the silken strands sliding effortlessly through his fingers. Chocolate eyes cloud with happiness and exhaustion and possibly love, something Brooks hopes is mirrored in his own.
“Everleigh,” he whispers as she begins to nod off, but her eyes open at his call.
“Yes?”
“I hate you, sweetheart,” he lies, allowing their play on words from their many fights to hold the true meaning of his feelings. Words he should have spoken in their truth long before this moment, but it never felt right until now.
Tears pool against her lower lids, the wetness seeping from the corners and spilling down her cheeks. “I hate you too, Brooks.” Sobbing she adds, “I hate you so much.”
He holds her until her cries turn to soft snores, and with his wife wrapped securely in his arms he finally allows himself to drift off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
HER BODY FEELS WARM and relaxed as she curls herself around the warm chest pressed against her cheek. She doesn’t want to come fully awake yet, she wants to spend the next few hours wrapped in Brooks’ arms without the world looming around her. His arrival in the early morning hours had surprised Everleigh more than she wanted to admit. She hadn’t been able to succumb to sleep and she began envisioning her time with Brooks, their moments of making love, and her body had been wired tight. She had worked herself into a small release, nothing like what he is able to do to her body, and found herself finally able to drift off to sleep. She had dismissed the knocking door as her dream until her body awakened on its own, somehow knowing that Brooks was here for her.
“Mmm,” he moans from his chest pressed against her ear. “Go back to sleep, babe.” Tightening his arm around her waist she presses a kiss against his pec before losing her fight against sleep.
