Part 11 (1/2)

I'm still wincing because of the sting.

Xander knows me better than I know myself. He lifts up my s.h.i.+rt to see what's going on.

”Did you get inked?” He sounds surprised. In the past we've gotten most of our ink done together.

I nod.

Luckily it's still got a bandage on it so he can't see what it is. And even luckier he doesn't ask.

”You've been acting weird,” Xander says. ”Weirder than usual.”

”So have you,” I fire back.

”You're both weird,” Raven declares as she marches into the studio. She has a knack of sensing exactly when we get done. It never fails.

When she snakes her arm around Xander's waist I feel a twinge of jealously I wish wasn't there. I know I can't be selfish, especially after the conversation that Raven and I had when I moved my stuff out of their room. If I want to be with Brooke I know I have to let Raven go completely. I guess it's hard because I know I'll always care about Raven, even if I'm not f.u.c.king her.

Tension fills the air between us as Raven and Xander both stare at me. Could it be any more obvious that they want to be alone?

”I guess I'll take off.” A small part of me wants them to stop me, but I know it's just wishful thinking on my part.

That part of my life is over. Time to find Brooke and start on a new chapter.

My search for Brooke ends when I find her in the hot tub. It sucks that's she's wearing a swimsuit, but at least it's a bikini.

”Need some company?” I squat down outside the hot tub right next to her.

”Go away,” she complains. ”I'm relaxing.”

”I have ways of making you really relax,” I tease.

She opens one eye and looks over at me. ”Harper is trying to kill me. She is going to work me to death.”

”She's ambitious.”

”She tries to do a week's worth of work in one day.”

There's one thing I know for sure that will entice Brooke into going out with me again. I decide to tempt her with it. ”Want to go for a ride on my motorcycle?”

Both eyes spring wide open this time. ”Are you kidding?” Of course!” Then she narrows her gaze at me. ”This doesn't mean I'm giving you a b.l.o.w.j.o.b.”

I hold up my palms. ”Just a date. No hummers expected.”

As she rises from the hot tub I can't help but notice how s.e.xy she looks in the little red bikini. It accentuates her t.i.ts and her tight little a.s.s.

And I get hard just thinking about peeling the thing off of her.

”Give me a few minutes to get changed.”

”Need some help?” I offer.

”That'll take more than a few minutes,” she teases.

”I can be quick,” I tell her.

She gives me a sly grin. ”Maybe I don't want you to be.”

We can't get back to our bedrooms fast enough. Or I should say the bathroom between our bedrooms.

Peeling off the hot little bikini is just as s.e.xy as I imagined. Brooke's hair is tied up in a ponytail and I take full advantage to the access to her long neck. She s.h.i.+vers as I kiss my way up it and then I whisper in her ear, ”Do you have any idea how hot you are? And how hot you make me?”

When she moves her hand toward my d.i.c.k I take in a deep breath. ”Why do you still have your clothes on while I'm completely naked?” She moves her hand over my rapidly growing erection.

I'm hesitant to remove my s.h.i.+rt because I don't want her to see the bandage and start asking questions about my new tattoo. But I don't stop her when she unzips my pants. I quickly step out of them instead.

As she grazes her fingers over the length of my c.o.c.k the ever expanding bulge strains the fabric of my boxer briefs.

When she gives me a look that says f.u.c.k me now, and then licks her bottom lip in antic.i.p.ation I can't get my underwear off fast enough.

”Condom,” I state as I turn to head out of the bathroom. I want to honor her request not to have any more unprotected s.e.x.

To my surprise she grabs my elbow and stops me. ”Not now.”

”Are you sure?”

She nods. ”I want to feel you inside of me.”

I'm not going to argue if she wants to ride bareback. I'm going to give her exactly what she wants. I move in behind her and grab her hips. Then I slide inside of her as I push her over the bathroom counter.

”You're always so wet and ready for me,” I whisper in her ear.

She gives me a low moan in response. When I glance at her in the mirror her eyes are closed. ”Look at me,” I urge.

We both stare at our reflections in the mirror as I thrust into her. I love the way her face flushes when I'm f.u.c.king her. Every time I'm inside of Brooke I want her to feel like I'm the only guy she'll ever want or need. I want to satisfy her so completely that she'll never think about f.u.c.king anyone but me.

As I move in and out of her I alternate long, slow strokes with quick hard thrusts. I know if I push too hard and too fast I'll pop too quick and I want her to enjoy the ride for as long as possible...

Until she begs me for more. ”Harder,” she whispers, her voice husky.

I give her what she wants. I bang her as hard and deep as I can. When she cries out I give one more final thrust and drive us both home.

Then I pull her into my arms and hold her tight. My only wish is that I could hold her forever and never have to let her go.

When she finally tries to squirm free I pull her tighter.

”You have to let me go sometime,” she reminds me.

But I'm not ready yet. ”No I don't.”