Sometimes Brooke (The ALWAYS SOMETIMES NEVER Rock Star Romance Series Book 2)

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by Sierra Avalon


  “I would suggest keeping it that way.”

  “I hear you.”

  When she finally moves toward the door I breathe a sigh of relief. Having a heart-to-heart with Harper does not top the list of things I’ve longed to do. Besides the fact that in about three seconds I imagine Rayne will be pounding on the door wondering what I’m doing with Harper because she’s not back yet.

  “Good night,” she says again as she closes the door.

  “Night,” I yell back.

  ***

  I’ve got to pee in the worst way and when I roll over I see it’s only three in the morning. There’s no way I can hold it for a few more hours until I need to get up. It takes me a few seconds to realize I’m in the bed alone. Raven’s not lying on top of me and Xander’s not kicking my shin.

  I don’t really want to get up. The bed’s comfortable as hell. And it smells so clean and fresh. Not like sex.

  I realize I’m always in a bed that smells like sex, because I’m always engaging in the act with one or more partners.

  Not tonight. I’m alone in a bed that smells like lavender and laundry soap.

  But I’ve still got to pee. So I roll out of bed and stumble still groggy with sleep toward the bathroom. There’s a tiny nightlight in one of the outlets on the counter, so I don’t bother to turn on the light. I can make out where the toilet is without the glare of the overhead bulbs.

  Just as I push up the toilet seat and start to go the overhead light snaps on.

  “What the fuck?” I yell, wondering how the light flipped on when I’ve got both of my hands on my dick.

  “What the fuck?” I hear Brooke say practically at the same time. “What are you doing in my bathroom?”

  “Our bathroom,” I correct as I jiggle the last few drops of pee into the toilet.

  As she looks me up and down I do the same. Brooke likes to sleep in the nude too and her body is more amazing than I remember.

  I’m at full-mast in a matter of seconds.

  “How is this our bathroom?” When she crosses her arms over those amazing tits of hers I’m actually disappointed.

  “I’m using the bedroom next door and we share this bathroom.”

  She frowns. “Why aren’t you sleeping with Raven and Xander?”

  “That’s a good question. You’ll have to ask them the next time you see them.”

  The crease in her brow deepens. “You’re telling me you’re sleeping alone? In the bedroom next door?”

  “I am.”

  She gnaws on her bottom lip for a few seconds then she announces, “I need to pee.”

  I wave a hand toward the toilet. “I’m not stopping you.”

  “Are you just going to stand there and watch me pee?”

  “You watched me pee,” I remind her.

  “Not on purpose. You were peeing when I walked in. How was I supposed to know you were in the bathroom? You didn’t even have the light on.”

  “Has anyone ever watched you pee before?” I narrow my gaze at her.

  “My mother.”

  I laugh. “A guy.”

  She shakes her head.

  “Good. I like being your first.”

  She harrumphs. “I’m not going to pee in front of you.”

  I shrug. “Then I guess you don’t have to pee that bad.”

  “You’re seriously going to stand there until I pee?”

  “I am.” Now I cross my arms over my chest to make the point.

  “Fuck me,” she grumbles.

  “I wish you’d let me.”

  She gives me a cold stare. “Fine.” When she slams her fine ass down on the toilet she falls in. Neither of us thought about putting the seat back down.

  “ShitFuckDamn!” She screams as she flies off the toilet.

  Waving a finger in my face she chastises me. “You didn’t put the seat back down.”

  I bite back a laugh. She’s so angry I don’t want her to slap me. “Sorry, but you didn’t look before…”

  “I shouldn’t have to look!” She’s still screaming.

  “You’re right.” I pull a towel down from the shelf and hand it to her. “You’re dripping.”

  “I fell into the toilet,” she seethes. “I’m soaking wet.”

  “At least I flushed…”

  She glares at me as she passes by me to start the shower. I catch the slightest whiff of her strawberry shampoo. “I just took a shower before bed. I didn’t think I’d need one in the middle of the night.”

  “I could join you.” I raise an eyebrow. “Kill two birds with one stone.” I look down at my very stiff dick to emphasize my point.

  “Don’t even think about it,” she warns as she steps into the shower.

  I watch for a few seconds as the water cascades down her incredible body.

  “Go to bed,” she yells when she finally notices me observing her.

  Guess I’ll be jerking off, I mumble to myself as I head back to bed.

  Five

  Brooke

  The warm water feels like heaven as it falls down my back. I try not to think about Leo and his amazing body, but I can’t get him out of my head.

  He’s all I’ve been thinking about since our date ended. And he kissed me outside of my room. Just one turn of the doorknob and I could have had him in my bed, but I was trying very hard not to be a big slut.

  Seeing him just standing there in the middle of the bathroom, naked and oh-so-hard, was more than I can take. I was so distracted by his incredible body I fell into the toilet. Who does that?

  I could have opened the shower door a little wider, invited him to join me. It’s been a while since I had shower sex. I imagine what it would be like to have Leo naked and wet fucking me as the water beats down on us.

  My body aches. I feel empty, but it’s an emptiness I know Leo can fill.

  When I shut the water off and dry myself with one of the big fluffy towels I consider my options.

  I could go back into my room and get myself off. I’ve been doing that quite a bit lately. It’s adequate, but not completely satisfying.

  I could sneak into Leo’s room and slip into his bed. I have no doubt that would be utterly satisfying, but it would also make my life a lot more complicated very quickly.

  I could go back into my bedroom and go back to sleep. That would be the most rational choice. The safest choice. The choice most in line with my recovery.

  But no one ever said I play things safe, or that I make rational decisions. If I did I wouldn’t have a criminal record, or a big fat mess of a life.

  I stand in the middle of the bathroom and look back and forth between our two doors.

  It feels like an hour has gone by, but probably more like thirty seconds, before I say, fuck it, and head into Leo’s room.

  As I slide into his bed I’m surprised when he doesn’t react. He can’t be asleep already, could he?

  “Leo?” I whisper.

  Still no reaction.

  I don’t remember him being a heavy sleeper, although admittedly we didn’t sleep all that much the night we were together.

  “Leo?” I get closer to his ear. “Are you asleep?”

  That’s when he starts laughing. “That took longer than I thought.”

  “You asshole!” I slap his arm. “You knew I was going to sneak into your room?”

  “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist once you saw the goods again.”

  When he turns over to face me his dark eyes are illuminated in the moonlight that’s peeking through the open shade. They’re so filled with desire it nearly takes my breath away.

  “Was the naked bathroom stunt just a plan to get me into your bed?”

  He shakes his head. “Not at all. But I’m glad it happened.”

  “Why are you sleeping here anyway?”

  “Stop talking,” he urges as he closes the small distance between us.

  Once again our bodies fit together so perfectly. And as cliché as it sounds it’s like we were made for eac
h other.

  As our lips join I’m completely undone by the hunger of his incredible kisses. He’s more delicious than I remember. More delicious than I imagined anyone could be. And soon I want to devour him even more than he seems to want to devour me.

  His hands roam every inch of my impossibly aroused body. Every stroke painfully teasing me.

  I squirm beneath him as his eager mouth plays with each of my taut nipples.

  And when he looks up at me his dark eyes are so steeped with desire it sends a quiver through my already overexcited body.

  “I can’t wait another second to be inside of you,” he whispers then nibbles on my earlobe.

  “Have you got condoms?” I ask.

  His eyes go wide. “I don’t have anything. Literally. All of my stuff is still in Raven and Xander’s room.”

  I’m dying to find out why Raven and Xander’s room is no longer his room, but I also don’t want to ruin the moment. And I have a feeling the answer to that question is a definite downer.

  “Have you got condoms?” His voice sounds desperate.

  I shake my head. “I thought if I had them handy it would be too great of a temptation to—um—go back to my old ways.”

  He bites his bottom lip for a long moment. “Are you on the pill?”

  “I get injections,” I tell him. When he tilts his head like a puppy and gives me a questioning look I give a short explanation of the birth control method.

  “I want you,” he pleads. “I want to be inside of you right now more that I want to breathe.”

  “Neither one of us is exactly a poster child for safe sex,” I remind him.

  “I’ve always used condoms. Always. I never dive into the pool without a wetsuit.”

  “I do too,” I tell him.

  “Have you ever done it without one?” he asks.

  I shake my head. “What about you?”

  “Nope.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Not even with Raven?”

  “No,” he repeats.

  We both stare at each other for a long moment. Then he finally asks the question we both knew was inevitable. “Do you want to?”

  “My body wants to…” I admit. “But I don’t want you to attach some kind of meaning to it.”

  He frowns. “I won’t.” But I can hear it in his voice. The lie. He definitely will.

  “It’s still just a fuck,” I explain. “Nothing more.”

  “I’m cool with that.” His words don’t match the look in his eyes. The look in his eyes says he wants to possess me. He looks like an only child who doesn’t want to share his toys.

  “Okay,” I finally agree. I’m desperate to have his dick inside of me and it’s clear I have no more willpower. Even though the rational side of me is screaming not to do it I still consent. And I know that things will get complicated and messy and Leo will become even more obsessed with having me than he already is.

  “Okay?” His voice cracks.

  “I said yes. Now fuck me before I change my mind.”

  He doesn’t hesitate for another moment. When he pushes inside of me without any barrier between us I know I’m in big trouble. Sex with Leo is already different than any other fuck in so many ways, but having him bare inside of me feels better than I ever imaged he could feel.

  The hardness and rawness of his thrusts flood me with pure ecstasy. And before long I’m completely lost in the erotic pleasure of his rhythm.

  Our rhythm.

  Our bodies seem to become one. The shared tempo binding our bodies completely.

  When his drives become deeper and more frantic he knows exactly when to stifle my loud moan with his exquisite mouth.

  With one final plunge I’m hurtled to the point of no return. I let out a cry of pure delight as Leo shudders and explodes inside of me.

  Even though we’re both sweaty and sticky Leo wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.

  I try to wriggle free, but he won’t let me go. He tightens his arms around me instead.

  “Do you want to cuddle?” I tease.

  “Maybe…”

  I can’t help but laugh. It strikes me as funny that I’m the one who wants to fuck and run and Leo wants after-sex intimacy. So much for the gender stereotypes.

  “You’ll need to let me go eventually,” I warn. And I realize I don’t just mean this moment. No good can come from Leo wanting some kind of a relationship with someone like me: an addict with more baggage than a freighter.

  He doesn’t bother to respond. He just continues to hold me in his strong arms. Leo’s got the tough guy routine down to a science, but he’s really a big softy with a gigantic heart. One that I really don’t want to break.

  When I realize he’s really not going to let me go anytime soon I settle into his embrace and decide just to enjoy the moment.

  I allow Leo Donovan to hold me for a while.

  ***

  “Turn it off,” I mutter as I swat at whatever the bright thing is that’s shining in my eyes.

  Then I hear Leo’s laugh. It takes me a few seconds to remember that I feel asleep in Leo’s bed. Wrapped in his arms. After the best night of sex in my entire life.

  “It’s the sun,” he says as he hops out of bed. “I can’t shut it off.”

  “Just make it go away,” I grumble.

  When he closes the shade I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

  “Anything for my Wild Child.”

  That stops me cold. I realize he calls me Wild Child, which I can tolerate even though it’s not a moniker I actually approved, but calling me his is not the direction I want to head. “It was just a fuck,” I remind him.

  “Right. I know.”

  We stare at each other for a long moment. “What are your plans for today?”

  “Harper has a pile of work for me. I think she’s been saving work up for weeks just waiting for me to get out of rehab.”

  “After that?” he asks.

  I shrug. “I don’t generally plan things. Whatever. I don’t know.”

  “Do you want to move your stuff in here?”

  I frown. “No. I’m not moving in with you. I have my own room. And I told you it was just a fuck. Please don’t make me sound like a broken record.”

  He nods, but I can see in his eyes he’s not even close to being done with it. Leo is definitely one of the most persistent people on the planet.

  “I need to take things one day at a time,” I remind him.

  “I know.”

  “Good. I’m going to get a shower.”

  Leo watches me as I rise from the bed. He looks like a puppy dog, with his wide eyes. “What do you want, Leo?”

  “Can I get in the shower with you?”

  The idea of taking a shower with Leo is extremely appealing, but I know it’s also dangerous territory. I’m giving him what he wants again. And if I keep doing that before long we’ll be sharing a room.

  But when our eyes meet I can tell I’m not going to win. He looks like a little boy who just skinned his knee and might break down in tears at any moment if he doesn’t get his way.

  “Fine. But just this once. We’re not going to make it a habit.”

  “I know,” he agrees. “Just once. It’s no big thing.”

  He follows me into the bathroom and doesn’t take his eyes off of me as I turn on the shower.

  As we wait for the water to heat he gently runs a finger along the length of my spine. It sends a wave of pure pleasure through me. How is it that Leo knows exactly what to do to get me extremely turned on? It’s like we’re connected on some level that neither of us is consciously aware of.

  Or maybe it’s just me who’s unconscious. That wouldn’t be much of a surprise. Most of the time I feel like I’m sleepwalking through life.

  Except when I’m with Leo. He activates all of my senses.

  As he steps into the shower he grabs my hand and pulls me in with him. When I glance down I can see he’s already rock hard and I get wet just thinking about hav
ing him inside of me again.

  He doesn’t waste any time pushing me against the wall of the shower and sliding inside of me. He’s so slick from his own desire as well as the shower water streaming down his body. He glides in and out of me with ease.

  Last night Leo fucked me like an animal, hard and rough. Now his strokes are long and easy, more sensual and tender, but equally erotic.

  I let out as low moan as he fills me so utterly and completely.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Wild Child,” he whispers as he sinks into me even further.

  I’m dizzy with pleasure and pain as he plunges deeper than I ever thought any dick could go.

  “Oh, God,” I cry out as he gives one final push and collapses against me.

  We both stand there for a few seconds allowing the hot water to beat down on us.

  I’m surprised when I feel a twinge of disappointment as Leo withdraws. Not having him inside of me makes me feel empty again.

  As I turn around to face him his eyes are twinkling like bright stars. He runs a hand down my wet cheek. “You are so beautiful. Like a dream that I never want to wake up from.”

  It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, and it scares the shit out of me.

  “We’d better clean up,” I mutter.

  He nods, but he doesn’t take his sparkling eyes from mine. Please don’t say it, I pray to whatever higher power happens to be listening. Leo cannot tell me that he loves me.

  Shit like that will completely freak me out. The sad truth is that I want to be loved by Leo, but I’m not sure I’m worthy of being loved.

  But he doesn’t have to say it. I can see it in his eyes. Leo is head over heels and it’s all my fault.

  I breathe a small sigh of relief when he says, “Is there a better way to start the day than shower sex?”

  “I can’t think of one,” I agree.

  When he grabs the soap and a wash cloth I think he’s going to get cleaned up, but to my surprise he starts washing me instead.

  At first I flinch, but as he gently soaps and massages every inch of my body I quickly relax.

  “Do you like it?” his tone is a lot more tentative than I expect.

  “I love it,” I assure him.

  “I want to make you feel good,” he whispers. “All the time.”

  I know I should bristle that he wants to do this all the time, but I’m enjoying it too much to deal with the implication of his words.

 

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