Page 55 of Brooke's Bliss
He let go of everything except the sensation of being insideher.The plug made her tight, dragging on his dick in the most erotic waypossible.He gripped her hips and fucked her over and over.She tilted herpelvis and moaned, her pussy spasming around him.She held onto Shane as sherode out her orgasm.
And Bay found his own, pleasure causing his spine to bow,and he held on to her, giving up everything he had.
He slumped over, his cheek to her back.
“I hope you enjoy your purchase, Master Bay,” Brooke saidwith a chuckle.“I think I’m going to like being a sex toy.”
He meant to make her see they could be so much more.
* * * *
Brooke laid back, her belly pleasantly full and bodystill humming with the pleasure she’d gotten out of the play.How long had itbeen since she’d indulged the way she had tonight?In sex.In food.In beinglazy, lying around with her lovers and talking about everything from theirfavorite foods to how many broken bones they had from years of rodeoing.
Mexican.And too many to count.
She made good enchiladas.It would be fun to cook for them.It had been a long time since she’d done that, too.She typically downed aprotein shake in the morning, sucked down another for lunch, and ruined thewhole thing by getting takeout on her way home because she still had work todo.
Back at House of Bianchi, she never had gorgeous men bringher fried chicken and then fuck her and feed her and lay around naked with her.It was probably a good thing since she wouldn’t have gotten anything done.
“I only broke a bone once,” she said, staring up at the darkceiling.They’d turned off the spotlights and brought out a big blanket theylaid out on the stage for their kinky picnic.It was kinky because she wasstill naked.So were they.Everyone was naked, and they’d taken turns feedingher like she was a sweet pet who needed a treat.
It shouldn’t feel this good to be with them.There should besome awkwardness.It shouldn’t feel so right to have her head on Bay’s thighlike it was a pillow, while Shane stared down at her with the sweetest smile onhis face.He held a grape to her lips, and she enjoyed the sweetness for once.
“What happened?”Bay asked.
Memory washed over her.It was easy to forget she hadn’talways been such a city girl.She’d grown up in the country.“I took the dirtbike I wasn’t supposed to ride.I wanted to go to my friend’s house, but Maxdidn’t have time to drive me.Normally I would have taken the four-wheeler.Mybrothers taught me how to drive that, and I would go all over our property andsometimes even into town since the sheriff at the time liked to look the otherway.The dirt bike was a leftover from when Max and Rye were kids, but itworked so I took off myself, and turns out it’s not the same as a bicycle.Iwiped out right in front of Mel’s place.Naturally he was on patrol and foundme and took me to the hospital in Monte Vista.We didn’t have a clinic backthen.Mel was surprisingly good at field dressing a wound.”
“How did Max handle that?”Shane asked as though waiting forher to tell a story of epic rage.
Her brother had been mad, but mostly she remembered how he’dhugged her, his hands shaking.He might be known for his temper, but Max tendedto be a flashfire when it came to irritation.He could be quite understandingabout a lot of things, and he’d been far more scared than angry with her.“Well, he didn’t realize I was gone until he called me in for dinner.Mel wasexcellent at getting me help.He was not so great at calling my brothers andletting them know what happened to me, so Rye was a deputy at the time and hehad the entire police force looking for me.Oh, also, did I mention that I wasin a lot of pain?Yeah, Mel had something for that.”
Shane’s eyes went wide.“His tonic?”
It was infamous around these parts.Mel’s tonic was brewedto keep aliens away.Apparently only some of the bad aliens were driven offwith beets.The rest required rot gut whiskey.There were probably more alienhome cures, but she only knew about the two.“He didn’t know what else to do,”Brooke admitted.“I was sixteen.It wasn’t like I hadn’t had a nip or two, andit helped.Compound fractures hurt.And that is why I don’t ever ridemotorcycles.”
She could remember how worried her brothers had been.HowRye looked pale, and Max’s eyes had been red rimmed.
“What are you thinking right now?”Bay had a hand on herhead, stroking her hair.
“I was thinking about how close I came to going into thesystem,” she said quietly.“It wasn’t good for you.I wouldn’t have even had asibling.You know I never really thought about what could have happened afterour dad walked away and didn’t leave a forwarding address.”
“I’m still shocked that he walked out after your mom died.”Bay sounded outraged.
It was funny, but that was the least worst thing thathappened at that time.“It wasn’t like he was around much anyway.By that timehe mostly drank and complained about whatever we were doing.I don’t remember alot about him.Just that I used to call him the angry man instead of Dad.”
When she thought about her bio dad, all she remembered washow angry he was.With her for being a kid.With her brothers for not doingenough.With her mother for not being enough.Her father leaving was nothingbut an afterthought in her mother’s death.
“Wow.I can’t imagine taking on a kid at eighteen,” Shanesaid with a shake of his head.
She glanced up at him, loving the way his longish haircurled slightly at the ends and how broad his shoulders were.He was abeautiful man, and his sweet smile belied his history.Would she still smilelike that if she’d been through what he’d been through?“No, sweetie, you wereliterally tossed out into the cold at eighteen and forced to find your way withnothing.”
They were remarkable men.The truth was they’d survived alot.Survived and stuck together, and Bay was having his first big art show andShane… Shane held everything together.He didn’t understand how important hewas.
Shane leaned over and kissed her forehead.“We had eachother, at least.”
“They gave us some money and offered to help us find jobs,but we had already decided to rodeo,” Bay said.“Shane was an excellent rider,and he was everyone’s favorite because he would go around fixing things forthem.He’s always been handy and able to organize things.Shane’s always founda way to make us somewhat comfortable.”
Because he had to make himself valuable.Her heartconstricted because he’d done it today.He’d spent his day off organizing ahouse for them to live in, a room for her to work in.He was offering hereverything he could.
