She met his gaze, a faint smile forming on her lips. “I’ve never been so sure.”
Chapter Thirteen
Alexa lit the candles in her room. They’d ordered Chinese, and he’d gone to her bathroom to shower and relax after he’d texted Kace’s name to his investigator. A nagging sensation lumped in her throat. She should have been glad she hadn’t directly been responsible for Pamela’s fate, but the idea she’d been involved with a sleazeball like Kace was even worse.
Earlier, they’d also paid a visit to Tony Brogan, a buff twenty-five-year-old who had readily told them what he knew about the auction night—which hadn’t been much. According to him, he’d never seen Pamela enter the building, and had never seen her after the event.
Pamela. Alexa shuddered.
Pamela had been a lost soul, and Alexa wished she had noticed a trace of uncertainty in her when interviewing. She’d never select a woman who wasn’t 100 percent sure for an auction, and not only for practical reasons. Everyone had the right to choose what and how they did their first time.
“I’m glad you invited me over,” Brooks said, hugging her from behind, then planting a kiss on her shoulder.
Little ripples of awareness traveled through her, and she enjoyed the sweet embrace without moving, not wanting to break contact or let go of him. Ever. A shiver raced down her spine and she sighed. Keep it realistic.
His hard-on pressed against her skirt, and his appreciation became even more obvious. God. He still had on a towel she’d given him, heat oozing from his every pore. She leaned back, and he took full advantage, tracing his tongue along her neck.
A raspy moan fled her lips, her nipples taut with ache and desire. He hadn’t tightened his grasp on her, yet she felt so connected to him he might as well have glued her back to his front. She reached to his side, and with a jerky movement, took off his towel, which pooled at her feet.
“You’re so goddamn sexy.” He caught a fistful of her hair, dipping his head lower and nipping the curve of her neck. His teeth automatically sent a flurry of sizzles through her, arrowing down her core and pooling between her legs. She curled her hips, rocking them into his big cock, teasing. “You know, my sweet Alexa, I’d be remiss if I paid no attention to your toy box. Since you so generously showed it to me.”
A shiver rippled over her skin. “Is that so?”
He slid his hand under her shirt, the front buttons popping off without a fight. He worked his way up her neck again, licking her, while fumbling with her bra until he was able to slip his fingers inside and roll them over her turgid nipples. The caress brewed a fire in her belly, and she almost lost balance—would have, if he hadn’t grasped her tits, pressing his bare cock into her skirt. A slick heat pooled between her thighs, her underwear so wet, it became an inconvenient scrap of fabric. “I’m going to claim your holes tonight.”
Heat radiated from her chest. “Again?”
“Not again.”
“But you’ve done both holes.”
“Three,” he simply said, tugging at her nipples, his breath fanning her already sensitized flesh.
Three? What the hell did he mean? She opened her mouth to ask, but he outmaneuvered her, twisting her around and dipping his head, catching her lips in a kiss that demanded. His tongue slid past her lips with the intent of a captor finding his prey. Without stopping the ruthless meddling, he peeled off her blouse, and the bra slid off her easily. He upped the urgency of the kiss, devouring her lips, her tongue, and everything in between. Her breath caught in her throat, and she circled her arms around his head. If she didn’t come up for air, she’d stop breathing soon. But, oh, what a way to go.
He reached for her skirt, and she unzipped it and the soft material fell past her knees and calves. When he touched the sides of her G-string, she could barely feel any of it, like her wetness had overpowered the lacy material. At last, he wrenched his mouth from hers, and she caught a glimpse of fiery lust in his eyes before he dipped lower to help her out of her G-string until she stood naked in front of him, inches from her bed.
With a hint of a dangerous smile curling the corner of his lips, he strode to the box she’d left on the chair next to her dresser. A good memento of their time together. And now they were about to create new memories. Memories that would haunt her forever, but she couldn’t run away from making them—not when every part of her yearned for him.
He rummaged inside the black velvety box and retrieved the golden double dildo. She cleared her throat, now thick and dry. She’d always wanted to try that one, where a curvy U-shaped ruby material linked two dildos of different sizes—the bigger one for vaginal penetration, and the smaller beaded one for anal sex. But she never really had the urge to do double penetration by herself. Her gaze slid down his wide chest to his washboard abs and finally to his cock, sprung out, proud and hard.
Her pussy clenched with need, her clit pulsing like her own heartbeat between her legs. He leaned forward, and she took one more step until her ass pressed into the mattress. He kneeled before her, parting her thighs and placing her feet apart. God. Would he use the dildo, his cock or his tongue first? Please, let it be his tongue.
He answered her plea when he bent closer, sliding his tongue over her thigh, and wreaking havoc on her nerve endings. She propped herself on her elbows, enjoying the glorious view of that superior male specimen kissing her, each lick closer to her swollen, achy pussy. An extra coat of her creamy essence slicked her folds, a silent invitation for more.
He nuzzled her outer lips, the hint of stubble on his face sending a shot of electric charges so strong, so fucking powerful, a tremor surged through her. Caught off guard by the intensity of her response so soon, she let her elbows slide down the bedspread until her back met the mattress and she could focus completely on the sensations swirling through her.
“Your cunt is so tight,” he said with a hoarse voice. “Always so tight.”
Her entire body felt tight. Tense, like a wind-up toy that had been wound to the max. He ducked between her legs, and this time, there was no more chatting. Brooks parted her folds and dove head-first into the creamy stream, licking her relentlessly, but also teasing her by grazing her most sensitive flesh with his teeth. He rolled his tongue over her clit, and her bud pounded in response, a staccato thrumming that reverberated through her. He must have sensed her impending orgasm for he slid his hands under her ass, bringing her sex to his mouth like a canteen of water for a thirsty man. Ravenously, he amped the rhythm of the sweet torment, sucking her, his tongue plunging deeper each time.
The tension inside her burst, pleasure thundering from her core. She screamed his name, limbs shaky and breath ragged. Her heart slammed into her chest, a sheen of sweat brushing over her flesh. Her lungs barely paced back to their regular rhythm, when he flipped her around as if she were weightless, and glided her to the middle of the bed, her legs still weak.
“Now the fun begins,” he said, his voice so fucking aroused it took her a couple of seconds to register his words.
His words maybe, but not his intent. Growling, he joined her on the bed, the veins around his hard cock about to pop. At least, that’s what she assumed. She licked her lips, anticipating his impossibly large dick in her mouth.
“You want it?” He stroked himself, and she sank her teeth on her lower lip. “Come get it.”
He propped himself on his knees, and she lifted herself on all fours, bridging the gap between them until his magnificent rod occupied her field of vision. She took it in her mouth, closing her lips around him, feeling the rush of blood running through his veins. Ready to pay in kind, she slowly removed him from her mouth, lifting her gaze to his, her tongue zigzagging over his hardness. Desire burned in his eyes, and he shot her a seriously dangerous smile, warning her to be careful what she wished for. She cupped his balls, squeezing them, loving how full and heavy they were for her.
“Fuck,
Madam…you’re like poison.”
She grazed her teeth over his velvety flesh, up and down his length. He thrust more into her mouth, and before she could adjust to the fullness, he leaned forward, drooping over her. He reached for the double dildo he’d picked out earlier, and also for a tube of lube. She managed to squeeze a moan past her mouth, while sucking him with reignited desire.
Was he going to use the two vibrators now? The little hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. As she sucked him?
“Let’s make this work, baby,” he said. “I want to fuck your three holes at the same time.”
A wave of heat washed through her, followed by a level of arousal so powerful, it sucked the air from her lungs. He used the larger device to slide into her pussy, still wet from her orgasm. It wasn’t as big as his cock, which she preferred, but it had a ribbed texture that sizzled her inner walls.
She drove his cock in and out of her mouth, earning a couple of groans from him. He had to be close to losing control, too. Each time he thrust the vibrator into her pussy, she bobbed forward a little more, deepening the position of his rod in her mouth.
An invisible bubble of warmth encircled them. Her nipples tightened, more hot pressure coiling in her core. It was like she was in an orgy, but with only one man. The only man she needed.
She slid his cock out of her mouth, gasping for air. At some point he must have squirted some lube into the smaller dildo, because when he carefully inched it into her ass, she felt the warm liquid, same as the other night. For a moment, the uber physical stimulation made her lightheaded, and she had to suck in a breath and focus to steady herself.
“Brooks,” she hissed.
“I feel it, too,” he whispered. “God, do I feel it.”
He inched more in her ass, the friction aching at first, then sending a tingling sensation through her. She sucked his cock, stretching her throat muscles as much as she could, welcoming the rough invasion. Groaning, he began moving the dildo in her ass, forward and back, soon in the same rhythm as the one in her pussy. She lapped at him more greedily, then released him only to suck his smooth balls. They felt like huge marbles, heavy and full. She rolled her tongue over one, then the other.
A tortured sound filled the air, and she wasn’t sure if it was from her or him. She was lost in a haze of super sexual need, flecks dotting her vision, sweat glistening her body and dripping down her limbs. “Yes,” she said, when he upped the tempo of the ass fucking, almost faster than her cunt. For some reason, it shot another current of arousal through her, electrifying her body. “So good.”
When he matched the speed in her pussy, her body contracted like it was one giant circle of knotted tension. Then, a beat later, currents of an unstoppable force rode through her, filling her like water to an ocean, claiming every fiber of her. She moaned, trembling, exhilarated, and so fucking satisfied.
With her vision blurry, she had to blink a couple of times to find her footing, to remember where she was and what she was doing. He removed the dildos from both her entrances, and withdrew his cock from her grasp, quickly turning around and positioning himself between her legs.
Oh. He hadn’t come yet. She gathered whatever strength she had left, lifting her ass in the air, offering her tingling body to him however he may take it.
He nudged her thighs apart a little farther and touched her asshole. Clutching the sheets, she drew in a breath, and prepared for the pounding. The head of his cock rubbed against the rim of her hole, bringing another upsurge of awareness. She rocked her hips into his, and he thrust deeper, his large size squeezing her channel one more time.
She threw her head back, her damp strands of hair sticking to her shoulders. Each wild beat of her heart struck her at a different pulse point, like his possession of her spread much beyond her hole. He caught a fistful of her hair, adjusting his positioning just a notch, then withdrew himself from her halfway only to slam back in one last time, before a guttural sound filled the air around them. He jerked, spilling his load inside her, and she gave up, head falling down on the mattress. She closed her eyes, relaxing her limbs, still tingling in all the areas he’d taken her and made her his. His. Even if they didn’t end up together, there was no more denying—in her heart, she would be his until her last breath.
…
“Please tell me this is it,” Alexa said, when he tossed the backpack he’d brought on the sand overlooking the tranquil waters of Lake Mead. When Liam had told him that morning Kace Jarred was out of town, Brooks decided to use the opportunity to take Alexa out for the day. He couldn’t go back to Texas yet, wouldn’t until he got some closure.
And staying in the same room as Alexa meant sex, which he’d never oppose, but she needed a break after their last intense session. The image of her with every entrance filled trespassed in his mind, and he cleared his throat. Awareness narrowed down his core, but he willed it away. This wasn’t about sex. Not today. Even though he had a hell of a hard time separating sex from the other feelings involving Alexa. Everything was mixed, like contents of a protein shake in a blender.
“This is it,” he said, leaning to retrieve the outdoor blanket from the backpack. He’d gone on a quick trip to Target to grab some items for their impromptu picnic. Gina his housekeeper would have been proud, as she was a confirmed fan of the big chain store. He bought some snacks, beer and towels.
“Good. You know I can’t do much physical activity after last night,” she said in a playful voice.
“I’ll try to keep my hands off you.” He laid down the blanket, and then both of them sat on it, contemplating the gorgeous view. Other couples, some with children, occupied the large area while a number of tourists hiked on the other side of the lake. Just sharing a silent moment with her expanded his chest, set him on a high, where downtime became more colorful, more visceral.
He grabbed his beer and opened it, then chugged it down. The previous night he’d claimed all her entrances, as if each time they made love, he needed more from her. Because she’d seemed so adamant about the brevity of the affair when they talked about it, he used their attraction to each other to show her how much they belonged together. No amount of sex would ever be enough for him to get unhooked from her—physically and emotionally.
She folded her legs and wrapped her arms around them. She’d chosen a pair of Bermuda shorts and a white shirt, looking impossibly carefree. No makeup, and that didn’t dim the brightness of her smile or depth of her eyes. “What else did you get?” she asked, pointing at his backpack.
“Red wine for you,” he said, retrieving it. He’d refrained from offering minutes earlier not to quake her serenity gazing at the lake.
When he gave it to her, she shot him a smile. “You know me well.”
“Feels like I don’t know enough sometimes,” he said.
She glanced at the small bottle of red wine and opened the lid. He hadn’t been able to find anything sophisticated at the store, but he wouldn’t trade these moments of cheap alcohol with her at Willow Beach for anything. “You know more than anyone.” She took a sip of the wine.
Warmth rushed through him, and for a moment he felt bigger, taller than six foot four. “Do you come here often?”
She tapped her fingers on the bottle. “Nope. When I take a break from work, I usually travel. Preferably out of the country. What do you do for fun?”
He set his beer aside. “I meet friends, travel, date. Used to go hunting but an ex-girlfriend talked me out of it.”
She chuckled. “Aha. So not Texan of you to give up hunting. Who was she?”
“Adelaide. Nice girl. Loves animals and ranch life,” he said, hiding that Adelaide was also an heiress to one of the most prominent families in the South. “We dated for less than a year.”
She removed her sunglasses and turned to face him. A light hit her eyes, and she sucked in a breath, as if not sure if she’d like the answer
. “What happened?”
He shrugged. Until now, Adelaide hadn’t really come to his mind, which really spoke for itself. “She was a good woman, but it didn’t really make me want to marry her. After what I’ve seen my father do to my mother as a husband… When I marry someone, I need to know for sure it’s the real deal and will last. I’d never put my future kids through a doomed marriage.”
The vein in her neck pulsed. “That’s kind of you to consider that aspect.” She shuffled in her seat, looking away from him, and slipped the sunglasses back on. “Do you want to get your feet wet?” She stood before he replied and marched the several feet covering the distance to the shallow border of the lake.
He watched her move, wondering if maybe the subject had gotten too personal again, and then he surged to his feet and followed her. They’d come here to have a good time and enjoy each other’s company.
She removed her shoes, sat down, and slid her feet into the lake. A beat later, she squealed. “It’s cold.”
He tossed his shoes to the side and sat next to her. The moment he thrust his feet into the water, a chilly sensation nearly numbed his toes. Yep. “You’re right.”
“When I was a little girl, I used to go with my neighbor to a swamp nearby. We spent hours there after school, playing, pretending the alligators would get us,” she said, moving her feet inside the water like the story had an effect on her.
He bit back a smile. “I’m surprised you didn’t get chased by alligators.”
“Oh trust me, we saw quite a few. Bobby was ten, a year older than me, but so much more impressionable. The sight of iguanas or any weird reptile would be enough to send him running the other way,” she said, amusement leaking into her voice.
“Then why did he go with you? If he was so scared?”
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