“Hold on to me.” My lips twitch as I take her hips and lean back. “Now take all of me.”
Slam.
I buck up and grind her hips as she rides my cock. Faster and faster. I cup her breasts, pinch her nipples, and watch as she tosses back her head.
“Jesus fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say, using my thumb to rub her clit.
She responds like a fiddle, her body a musical instrument that I can thrum and get it to do my bidding. Again and again, I circle her clit, slamming up into her to meet her own rhythm.
Brook holds my shoulders, arching as her breasts bob, but those eyes keep darting to me, not in question, but to tell me she’s present. That she knows it’s me. That she wants it to be me.
It’s never going to be anyone else, sweetheart.
I’m going to marry this woman and put a baby in her. Maybe ten.
The image of her pregnant has my dick swelling, and I’m about to explode. With rapid movements, I take over completely, and she cries out, tightening around my shaft as the friction sets us off.
“Yes, fuck, fuck.” I ground out, tightening my hands on her hips and using her pussy to spill my seed.
I feel her convulse, shuddering as she calls out my name.
“Trav! My god.”
I had no idea sex could feel like this. God knows I’ve had a lot of it in my life. But when you find the right one, the sensationsare out of this world. The need to dominate and consume is all-encompassing.
I would kill to protect this woman.
God knows what it would feel like to create little people who look like the two of us. I might need to buy a private island.
*Makes a mental note*
I lift Brook into my arms and carry her into the bedroom, climbing into bed with her.
The cat leaps up and circles five or six times—scratch that, more like twenty-five times—then rolls into a ball and sleeps. As if the most mind-blowing sex didn’t just happen in front of her.
I’m fine with audiences.
Brook nestles into my arms, her head on my chest, and our breathing starts to normalize.
“Before you say anything, I’m not leaving.”
“Okay.”
I know she hasn’t forgiven me and thinks this is goodbye. But she’s wrong. This will never be over.
As for my father, for the first time in my life, destroying him and getting revenge has taken a back seat.
Right now, Brook is more important.
I meant what I said to her; I won’t let him destroy this.
This amazing woman and the connection we have. The way she makes me smile, the way she makes me think.
The way she makes mefeel.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
BROOKLYN
