She shrugged. “I don’t know how else to say it. It fascinates me, the way it juts out from your body so . . . proudly. I like knowing I’m the reason it’s there.”
“Sweetheart, you’re the reason I haven’t been able to hardly walk right for the last week. I can’t seem to get my fill of you.”
“I guess I should help take care of that then. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“You can try, but if recent activity is any clue, it’ll just be hard again right after. I’d like to hole myself up somewhere with you for a week and go at it like rabbits, but I’m still not sure that would help, either.”
“What will help then?” she asked. “Tell me what you want.”
My imagination went crazy thinking of things I’d like to do with her. “Right now—everything. But you can start by putting that “pretty” thing in your pretty mouth. But first . . . .” I quickly unhooked her bra and pulled it off. “I want to see these while you do it.”
She didn’t even blink, kneeling in front of me and taking me into her mouth.
I groaned loudly, unable to help it as her lips wrapped around my cock. Shit! She felt so damn good! I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been this hot for a girl. Yes, I’d screwed several, and I always enjoyed it and looked forward to the next time; but from the first moment I’d laid eyes on Brooklyn, I’d barely had a break from my raging boner. Brooklyn made me hot under the collar, in a way no other woman ever had.
She closed her eyes, her head bobbing back and forth as one hand pumped the lower end of my shaft. Her other hand slowly, tentatively crept up my thigh until she reached my balls and started to gently finger me there, softly rolling them. I felt like I was going to explode in her mouth right then. Her full, perky boobs bounced with her movements, heating me even more with the visual stimulation. I wanted to fuck her there as well, press my cock in between them and ride until I came. Holy Hell, she was beautiful!
Her sucking sounds filled the air, my breaths coming faster as she lathered me with her tongue. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, looking up at me like every guy’s porno dream and I couldn’t help thrusting deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. To her credit, she didn’t try to pull away though, pushing her head down on me even farther.
“Shit!” I muttered, every muscle in me clenching tightly as I tried to hold back. “Damn, sweetheart! You better stop or I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Shaking her head, she didn’t stop, continuing beautiful torture of me. I groaned loudly, feeling my balls tighten as they prepared to deliver their load. Grabbing her shoulders, I pushed her away from me.
“Stop. I don’t want to yet—not this way.”
Disappointment flooded her features. “I wanted you to. I wanted to taste you.”
I gave a rough laugh. “Trust me. You’ll get your chance. I love your pretty mouth, but right now we’re short on time, and there are deeper places I want to be buried.”
Bending to retrieve my pants, I pulled out a condom, before grabbing her hand and leading her to the bed. She turned the covers back while I carefully rolled the condom on, and she started to climb on.
“Wait,” I said and she paused. I moved past her, stretching my body out where she slept, smelling her perfume lightly on the pillowcase. “Your room, you get to control the ride,” I said, gesturing to my penis. “Saddle up, sweetheart.”
Blushing, she didn’t wait to be told twice. I held my cock up and watched her slide slowly down over me, her body wet and ready. “Oh wow,” she said in a breathy voice. “It feels even bigger this way.”
“Are you feeling okay? You aren’t sore still?” I asked and she shook her head.
“No, but just wow. You’re so big.”
“Every guy likes to hear that.” I grabbed her ass with my palms, encouraging her to start rocking against me. Holy shit she was tight! Damn, I loved it, too. It was like being strangled to death in the best possible way.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, her mouth open, releasing soft sweet moans of pleasure. When she found her rhythm, I slid my hands around to squeeze her bouncing tits and her moans grew louder. I wanted to memorize every bit of this, her and me, in this room together, captured to replay in my mind later, when we were apart.
A sharp gasp of pleasure rose from her and I knew she was close. As much as I wished I could delay things and take my time with her, I knew we’d been apart too long to go slow.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride it out.” My hands moved back to her butt, helping her along as I slammed up into her.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she gasped quickly before bucking hard against me. “Six! Ah, Six!”
Feeling her spasm around me, I groaned loudly, arching hard into her. “Keep going,” I commanded, as her peak passed. “I’m almost there!” She rocked against me harder, concentration in her eyes as she stared into mine. Everything inside of me when crazy rock hard. “Hell, yes!” I shouted, ramming into her. Hot jets of moisture began shooting out, coating me inside the condom. “Fuck, yeah!” I buried myself in deep as I rocked. “FUCK!”
Brooklyn collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of me, breathing heavily. I stroked my fingers up and down her spine as I continued to pulsate and shudder inside her.
“Good?” she asked.
“A hell of a lot better than good,” I replied, my voice husky, and I pressed my lips against her head. “Your body is amazing. You’re amazing. I just want to stay here with you all night and do this over and over.”
“Fine by me,” she answered with a laugh.
“Yeah, I’m afraid your parents would clue in right away with all the moaning. We aren’t exactly quiet.”
“Again, thank goodness their room is on the other side of the house.” She continued to lie on my chest and I enjoyed the feel of her feminine curves pressed against me. “So, want to try out my bathtub?”
“Sure. That sounds great.” Images of her sexy body all soaped up welled into my head. Carefully, she moved off me, smiling before she turned and made her way toward the bathroom. I enjoyed the view of her from the back, just as much as from the front. Damn, there were so many things I wanted to do with her still, sexually.
“There’s too many bubbles in this thing,” I complained as I slid into the Jacuzzi tub behind her, several minutes later.
“Why?” she asked, leaning back against my chest. “Don’t you like bubbles?”
“Only when they aren’t covering up all my favorite things to look at.”
She gave a light laugh. “Just close your eyes then and pretend you’re blind. Use your hands to see.”
“Hmm. That’s an idea I can get behind.” Sliding my hands around her waist, I traveled up to grab her generous globes that were floating in the water, squeezing them gently.
Sighing, she ran her hand lightly over my bent knee. “That feels good.”
Three words was all it took. I was rigid, again.
“Already?” she squeaked out.
Shrugging, I continued to explore her naked body with my hands. “It’s been a week since we’ve been together like this. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
“So, it wouldn’t be like this if you could see me whenever you wanted every day?”
I considered this for a minute. “No, it would probably be exactly like this, even then.”
“That’s what I thought.”
We sat together for several moments in comfortable silence before she spoke, again.
“I want to know how you got your nickname.”
“How come?” I smiled, enjoying the fact that she was going to relentlessly pursue this.
“Because. I want to know everything about you. Isn’t there anything you want to know about me?”
“Lots of things,” I replied, kissing her head. “How about you try guessing how I got my nickname and I’ll let you know if you were right.”
“Okay. Do you shoot guns—like a six shooter, maybe?”
I chuckled. “I can sh
oot a gun with fairly good accuracy, but no. That’s not where it came from.”
“You can shoot? Will you teach me?” she asked, surprising me.
“What would you need a gun for?”
“Nothing, I hope. But it never hurts to be prepared.”
“So, I’m guessing your dad is pro guns?”
“I think so. I really try not to pay too much attention to his policies. Politics kind of bore me. Is that bad?” She continued absently trailing her finger over my kneecap.
“No. Everybody has things that interest them. I don’t think anyone would fault you from running from something that’s being forced down your throat. What’s your next guess?” I asked, wanting to move away from the subject of her father.
“Well, you aren’t dead, so that rules out six feet under or deep sixed.”
“Thank goodness for that.” I tried to suppress my grin.
“Hmm. We already established that it’s not your six tattoos. Did something happen to you when you were six?”
I laughed. “No. At least not that I remember.”
She sighed heavily. “Did you sleep with six girls in one night?”
I could easily hear the disdain mixed in her voice and I laughed even harder. “That’s not it, either.”
“The same girl six times in one night?” Tilting her head she looked up at me.
“No. If it will ease your mind, it has nothing to do with sex. But now that you bring it up, I think we should totally set a six times record with each other. That sounds fun.”
“It sounds like I’d need a wheelchair to get around afterward.”
I snorted, laughing even harder. “I had no idea you were so funny.”
“Does it have anything to do with setting a record?” she asked. Like a dog sniffing out a bone, she wasn’t giving up.
“Nope. Do you need a hint?”
She sighed, seeming reluctant to ask for one. “I guess.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I hugged her tightly to me. “My grandpa gave it to me, sorta.”
“That’s not a very helpful clue. Wait!” She glanced at me, her eyes sparkling. “Where you his sixth grandchild?”
“That’s a good guess,” I replied.
“Did I get it?” she asked excitedly.
“No.”
Huffing a breath of exasperation, she slid her hands over my arms. “That’s so not fair. You got me all excited.”
“Did I now? I know how to take care of that for you,” I teased, sliding one of my hands lower.
“No!” she said, grabbing my hand and stilling it. “No more sex until I know how you got your nickname.”
“Say what? How is that fair? Why should I be punished just because you can’t guess?” I threaded my fingers through hers.
“Or you could just tell me, yourself, and solve the problem. I want to know more about you than just your body—which is so amazing, by the way.”
“Back atcha, sweetheart. Fine,” I said, relenting. “Since you’re threatening to take away all our fun, I guess I’ll have to tell you or we might never have sex, again. And, that would be a terrible shame.”
She nodded. “Very terrible.”
I laughed. “My grandpa was a pilot in the military when he was younger. Whenever I’d go to his house, when I was little, I always wanted to hang out with him and watch him work on cars, and basically do whatever he was doing. He’d say, ‘Come on. I got your six,’ whenever we went outside together. It’s a common phrase pilots used—a way of saying. ‘I’ll cover your tail.’ Well, I was young enough I didn’t really understand what it meant. I thought he was saying, ‘I’ve got you, Six.’ I’d get mad at my mom when she called me Trey, because Grandpa said my name was Six. The family got quite the kick out of it, and it just kind of stuck after that.”
“Oh my gosh!” she crooned, raising her hand to cover her heart. “That is like the sweetest story, ever! What a wonderful tribute to your grandpa. He must’ve been so proud of you.”
Memories of my grandpa flitted through my mind, bringing a smile to my face. “I hope he was. I sure miss having him around.”
“How’d he die?” she asked.
“Sudden heart attack. He lived a good full life, right up until that moment. He was ninety years old.”
“I’m glad you were able to spend so much time with him. My grandparents are all living, but none of them are from around here. I don’t get to see them very often, but I love when they come to visit. I think my dad keeps them away, though. They don’t like putting up with his holier-than-thou attitude.”
“Even his parents?” I asked.
“Yep,” she replied with a nod.
“That’s too bad.”
Silence resumed between us for several moments.
“So, now you have to guess my middle name,” she finally spoke.
“Penelope,” I replied instantly and she turned her head, staring slack jawed at me.
“How did you know?”
Laughing, I replied. “I saw it on your fake ID the other night.”
“That’s so not fair!” She scooted away from me and I laughed, grabbing her and dragging her back.
“Turn around and kiss me,” I ordered.
Unhesitating, she did as I asked, wrapping her soapy arms around my neck as her lips pressed mine, and I adjusted my legs so she could straddle me.
She pulled back slightly. “I have to say, this has been the best bath I’ve ever taken,” she said with a smile.
“I agree,” I replied, staring at her perfect full lips and she kissed me, again.
***
“Shhh,” she whispered urgently, her hand tightening against mine. “Stick to the shadows and no one should see you. They’ll come in the front.”
“I’ll call you later.” Bending, I kissed her lips briefly before I slipped out the door. Hearing it latch behind me, I quickly hurried to the end of the porch before darting down the concrete steps and running toward the gazebo.
“I don’t care what you have to do!” The angry voice of Mayor Scott filtered through the air. And to my horror, I realized he was standing in the gazebo, facing away from me. Hitting the ground, I rolled up against one of the green hedges in the planter around it. Glancing back toward the house, I saw Brooklyn staring out of the glass in the door, her eyes wide. “Just make sure this doesn’t leak.” Scott’s voice sounded harsh, even though he was speaking in low tones. He was very angry. “Do whatever you have to do. Destroy the reports, the evidence, or bribe someone, if necessary. If it gets out that the car that killed Thomas can be traced back to me, my career is over—and so is yours.”
Thomas. Thomas. The name reverberated over and over in my head. Scott was responsible for Tommy’s death?
The back door burst open and Brooklyn came running out. “Dad!” she called brightly, ignoring me completely as she jogged toward the gazebo. “I’m starving! Do you think we can order some pizza to be delivered?”
“I’ve got to go. Take care of it,” Scott said, turning to face her. “Brooklyn, please don’t interrupt me when I’m on a business call. You know how much I dislike that.”
“Sorry, Dad. I’ve just been home alone for a while and I didn’t feel like cooking for myself. I got my homework done, though.”
Brooklyn stood on the opposite side of him as they exited the gazebo together, detracting his attention from my direction. “Surely there’s something healthier that your mom can fix you. I don’t want you gaining weight from poor food choices. That wouldn’t look good.”
It took every bit of self-restraint for me to not jump up and plant my fist in his face. Was he seriously lecturing her about her weight after the conversation I’d just overheard? Scott Hall was a full-fledged asshole; and suddenly I was worried I’d just let my girlfriend walk off with a murderer.
Chapter Eighteen
Brooklyn
Quickly, I grabbed my phone, hoping the sound of the loud ring tone hadn’t done any damage. “Hello?” I whispered,
as I tiptoed past the baby’s room, moving down the hall toward the Marvin’s living room.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Six’s voice traveled through the receiver. “Whadaya doin’?” His voice sounded slurred.
“Are you . . . drunk?” I was surprised. I mean, I knew he drank, but I’d never seen him intoxicated.
“Maybe juss a lil bit,” he responded. “Where are ya?”
Lifting the phone away from my ear, I listened carefully, hearing nothing. I relaxed slightly. “I’m babysitting for my next door neighbors, the Marvin’s. I just got the baby to sleep, thank goodness. She’s been a little on the colicky side.”
“You baby ssit peoples kidss? That’ss really nice.”
I smiled at his surprised voice. “Not very often. Around here, people usually hire nannies. But the Marvins’ nanny fell down the stairs earlier and was taken to the hospital by ambulance. Mrs. Marvin is friends with my mom, so she called and asked for a favor.” I paused briefly before continuing. “How are you doing? You never called me after you left yesterday. I texted you, but you didn’t text back.”
Again, a heavy pause rested between us. “I . . . I nneeded to think about ssome things.”
My accelerating heart rate didn’t like the sound of that. Had he decided he wasn’t interested in me anymore? Panic fluttered inside me. “Is everything okay?” Slowly, I sank to the arm of the sofa.
“We nneed to ttalk,” he responded.
Oh my gosh. He was going to break up with me! Immediately, my eyes flooded with tears. “All right,” I said much more calmly than I felt. “When?”
“Ssoon. Really ssoon.” There was a sudden click and the line went dead. Lifting the phone away from my ear, I saw the call had been disconnected. I dropped my hand into my lap as I slid off the arm of the couch to the seat, curling my knees up tightly under my chin.
The house was so quiet I could hear the grandfather clock ticking away, each second my heart growing heavier and heavier with trepidation. Something was obviously wrong, but even as I grew more worried with every passing moment, I became even more painfully aware of something else.