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I blink down. “For what?”

“Did too good a job cleaning you up, sweetheart.” He stares at my pussy, head tilted like it’s the view of his lifetime. “Think I like you better dripping.”

Brooks rises to his feet, yanks me so that I hang off the edge of the table, and oh myfuckingGod he’s hard again—

I think I might die tonight.

His cock sinks inside me with one merciless stroke, and all I manage is a needy cry that echoes around us. He fucks me so hard and fast, the heavy table scrapes over the patio concrete. My hips sting with his death grip biting into my skin.

This time, when I feel the tight pull inside me, the burst of heat, it catches me off guard. All I can do is clutch at the edges of the table, surrender control, and ride out every ruthless punch of his hips as another orgasm sinks its claws in me.

“Brooks,” I gasp. “Brooks. Oh my God, I can’t… How—”

He groans, brows pulling together, and watches me come apart below him, shuddering so hard I rattle the table. This might be the longest orgasm of my life. Wave after wave, winding me up, releasing me. Winding me up.

“Fuck, I’m already—” I lift my head to find a wild look on his face. There’s a sheen of sweat over his forehead. “This pussy is—swear to God, Siena—you ruined me.” Brooks comes with his head thrown forward, without taking his eyes off us, mesmerized by the sight of his cock moving inside me.

If he’s ruined, then I’m destroyed.

“Oh my God,” I mumble, falling flat on the table with my heart pounding and nothing left to give. I stare up at the dark sky. No moon, but there are a handful of stars scattered around. “That was…”

“Worth the wait.”

I chuckle, because how long did I make him wait, really? We met barely a couple months ago.

Brooks plants a hand on either side of my head. His face blocks the sky but I’m more than okay with it. He’s a much better view, with his mussed-up hair, blown out pupils… glistening mouth. He’s gazing down almost dreamily, like he’s looking at something treasured.

Something worth the wait.

My heart soars with hope, want. Sinks with dread.

Don’t, I plead with him.Don’t make this something it can’t be.

Brooks kisses me hard, then tosses me over his shoulder. “Let’s get you inside.”

Chapter33Brooks

I don’t make it far.

I set her down on the sofa and grab the throw blanket hanging over the back, a gift from my mom when she last visited and claimed that the house was sorely missing homey touches.

Siena is shivering, skin still damp from the hot tub, so I bundle her up underneath it. Her cheeks are such a pretty rosy color, eyelids heavy, lips puffy from kissing. She looks so blissful and satisfied, my perfect girl. If I could quit my life again, this time exist with the sole purpose of putting that look on her face, I’d do it without question.

She winces as she fiddles with the elastic band in the mess of damp hair on her head.

“Here, let me.” Once it’s free, I sink my fingers into her hair, rubbing the crown of her head.

She groans, eyes closing. “That feels like heaven.”

So, it’s not just me, then. Because I’m fairly sure thisisheaven.

I scratch at her head until she’s sunk deep into the sofa, then get to my feet.

“Where are you going?”

“Getting you a towel.” She starts to stand but I gently push herback down. “No, you’ll stay put. You know I respect the hell out of your need to look after yourself. But when I fuck you, I take over. That’s nonnegotiable.”

“So bossy,” she murmurs. Still, she wraps the blanket tight around herself.