Page 62 of Coming Unraveled
“I am.”
“You know that I will be with you the entire day.”
“Until you’re not,” she lashes out.
“Everleigh, please don’t do this. Charlie pushed it back as far as she could and I have a signed contract. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I will be with you all day today and do the best that I can to get back to you.”
“It’s just that…,” she begins, licking her lips as the vile words leave a disgusting taste in her mouth. “Maybe this is the world telling us that we shouldn’t be together.”
He stares at her for a moment and she braces herself for the hurt and vengeful words to come vomiting from his mouth. In its place, she’s surprised as Brooks’ head rears back in laughter. His chest thumps beneath her palm and his stomach quakes with each chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” she asks as she watches his amusement begin to die down.
His arms snake underneath her body and he pulls her tight, her ability to breath lessened as her chest is crushed against his. His hard length slides between her thighs and she has to stop her body from reacting to its craving.
With shock still oozing in her veins, Everleigh doesn’t have a chance to respond to the tender kiss pressed against her lips before Brooks is pulling back to look down at her again.
“You’re so damn determined to do it all by yourself, Everleigh. I’m here to help you, support you. So is your family. You’re not alone in this and you never will be. So, stop pushing us all away. Stop pushingmeaway. I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”
A sound resonates from her mouth, but before she can form words Brooks seals his mouth against hers, silencing her thoughts and her heart. His stiff cock slides against her center as he tilts his hips and she’s surprised to find herself wet and needy.
She groans his name as his tip massages against her swollen clit, her hips bucking at the contact.
“Brooks,” she moans into his mouth as her tongue peeks out to caress the soft skin of his lips as they slide against hers.
“Just let me love you, sweetheart,” he groans as he sheaths himself in a condom he had tucked under his pillow the night before, his teeth pulling apart the aluminum casing faster than she can blink her eyes.
Everleigh bites down on her lower lip as he slides effortlessly inside her, the fullness overwhelming her senses. Even as she wishes to keep herself locked away, Brooks’ touch always evokes something in her, something almost predatory in her appetite for him.
His hands rest on her knees, but slither up her inner thighs, brushing just past her sex. Brooks’ thrusts remain steady and slow as he traces over her curves, his fingers skimming across her abdomen in a quest for the strawberry peeks on her breasts. One of his large hands pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while the other sneaks back down between her legs and rubs small, tight circles around her pleasure spot.
With his cock sliding in and out of her and his hands bringing forth surges of bliss Everleigh tosses her head back in overwhelming satisfaction.
“There you go, baby.”
Her breath begins to come in pants as his thrusts increase, her body seeking something far out of reach.
“More,” she whimpers. “I need more.”
He moves swiftly, his muscles twisting them in a synchronized dance, as he switches their position. Her body hovers above his as Brooks’ hands rest on her hips, clenching and unclenching her skin.
“Take what you want, Everleigh. Take everything from me.”
As she rocks her body against his solid length, teasing herself as she takes in his expression. The way his eyes shine with passion, adoration, and truth. The truth that he is giving her everything that he is, she only has to take it.
Resting her hands on his chest she lines her body up with his stiffness and buries him deep inside her body. Their gasps fill her bedroom with the noise of their love-making. It’s a noise full of passion, of longing, and of ecstasy. But also, a hint of sadness.
Everleigh uses her body to bring herself towards her release, shifting up and down to take Brooks as far inside her channel as possible.
“Tell me you’re there, baby,” Brooks questions as he trails his hands across her breasts, the bead of sweat rippling down the middle of her chest, easily swiped by his finger.
“I can’t get there,” she cries out as she pounds herself down on his cock. Their movements wild and unfocused as her nails scraps down his chest, her back arching with each shift.
His arms reach out for her waist, gripping her tightly and forcing her to remain still. At a punishing pace, Brooks thrusts his hips upward, impaling his cock into her tight channel. The precious ring looping around the tip of his cock rubbing her sweet spot with every passing.
Feeling the waves beginning to vibrate in her womb she braces her hands on his muscled arms, centering herself in his hold, and lets herself feel for the first time in two weeks.
She shatters with his cock buried deep inside her, his own release pushing him over the crest of the wave into beautiful solitude. Lunging his hand into the hair at the back of her head and yanks her towards him, melding their mouths together. Their tongues slide back and forth against each other, each of them seeming to need to savor the taste of the other. A need to remember this moment.
