She’s screaming that I’m a monster, and I yelled back that I warned her.
You can’t own someone. I’m not one of your business assets.She cried, and I had to watch her walk away in her beautiful dress with tears falling down her face.
God she looked so pretty.
It was just a dream.
I turn, glancing down at her. She’s wearing a pretty sundress and long cardigan. Fuck, I hope she brought warmer clothes, or she’s going to be really mad at me again.
I’ll take her shopping.
Women stop being mad when you buy them things. It’s the law. Like gravity.
“I cannot believe I’m flying out of the country with you,” Brook says as we drive through the airfield gates toward my jet.
“I can’t believe you are either. I’m not to be trusted at all.” I slide my hand up her skirt and brush my fingers against her panties.
“Don’t say that. I’m nervous as it is.” Brook stops my hand.
I turn, cup her face, and kiss her lips as she melts into me.
“I have no intention of behaving, nor do you want me to. But I will make sure you get home late Sunday night in time for work on Monday.”
Everything’s different between us since last night.
Killian was useless, and I didn’t bother calling Maddox or Parker. They’d just tell me I should join their marriage club.Fuck that.That left Zayne, who was away at a conference in Chicago.
I did send out a group message saying I wasn’t going to be at the club on Friday night. Without giving a reason. But Killian the prick told them I was going on vacation with a woman.
Which...you can imagine the comments.
Twenty thousand says that he comes home married.That was Parker, and I rest my case.
You’re all falling like dominoes,Zayne added with a laugh emoji.
Settle the fuck down...it’s a dirty weekend,I replied.
Which it will be, but Brooklyn no longer feels like a stranger. Her body is imprinted on mine.
I know her touch.
Her skin feels familiar.
I know the pink of her pussy, the taste of her juices, the way she likes to be kissed.
When we walk or sit, she nestles into my side and touches me in affectionate small ways I’m sure she’s unaware of.
But it’s in the secrets she hides behind those blue eyes she will never voice. Her silent submission and acceptance that has agreed she belongs to me.
My chest swells with pleasure when I see it.
But it also scares the fuck out of me. Perhaps she’s accepted it more than I have.
I force my hand past hers, then slip my finger under her lace, sliding between her folds. “Nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart. I want you wet and taking my cock all weekend.”
She lets out a moan as I sink my finger inside her.
An hour later, we’re thirty thousand feet in the air and Brook is on her knees sucking me off. “Good girl.”
