Page 110 of Only Between Us

I pull open the foggy shower door. “You packed my blow-dryer, right?”

With a nod, Brooks pulls me under the spray and runs his fingersthrough my hair. “You live here all of two hours and you’re already throwing ragers while I’m out?”

I smooth my palms over his shoulders. “Tell me the truth: How many teeth is Marty missing?”

His eyes close when I wrap my fingers around his cock, stroking gently. “You asked for nonviolent, you got nonviolent. You won’t hear from him again, though.”

“What did you do?”

A soft breath hisses from his mouth. “Paid off the rest of your rent so he has no reason to bother you. Threatened him, his livelihood, his cat. Five generations’ worth of people on his family tree, if he breathes the same air as you again.”

“The cat, too? Vicious.” I run my thumb through a bead of pre-cum and drag it down his length. “I was thinking about Mrs. Robbins and her dog…”

“Your ex-landlord will be taking on your Spike duties, while he contracts people to build a ramp into the building so that your neighbor can make it outside on her own. I mentioned I’d be coming by periodically to check on his progress.” Brooks’s gaze rakes down my body, lingering everywhere. “And when that’s done… A guy I used to coach with is brothers with the county sheriff. He’ll be paying your old landlord a visit. We can’t leave him there to do this to another tenant.”

I’ve done it, haven’t I?

Found that perfect guy you only dream about, don’t really believe exists. Except that he’s actually in front of me, so caring and thoughtful. Gloriously naked and wanting me.

I’m not sure how I got this lucky.

“Thank you for doing that. For the rent and for moving me in. I couldn’t have handled it on my own. I really don’t deserve you.”

Brooks licks a stream of water running down the side of my neck, nips my shoulder. His hands start roaming over my body. Down my arms, across my stomach, palming my breasts.

“You deserve everything. Even better than me.” He pauses his movements. “Scratch that. You deserve exactly me. No more, no less, just some guy named Brooks Attwood whose house you already live in.”

“Convenient.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Almost sounds premeditated.”

“Almost.”

Brooks’s hands wander lower, fingertips skimming my stomach. He toys with the folds of my pussy before slipping a finger between them. I sigh and he gently strokes me, dips inside me, returns back to where he started. He repeats the trajectory over and over, staring calmly at my face as the shower amplifies my quiet moans.

“You’re so good with your fingers. I could come so hard, just like this.” His chest rises with a breath. It wasn’t hard to notice the effect of my words last night.

My beautiful athlete loves his praise. Loves the validation, being told he’s the best at what he does.

Needs to feel wanted, just like me.

I step out of his reach and kiss down his neck, chest, the crease where his perfect leg meets his perfect body, until my knees hit the shower tiles.

He looks unbelievable from this angle. Towering, imposing. Sculpted to perfection.

I can’t believe he’s mine. Even if it’s not forever, I can’t believe it.

“What are you doing?” His voice is soft, overpowered by the shower water hitting our skin, the tiled floor.

“Tying your shoelaces.”

“Not if this is a thank-you. No paying me back, least of all with this mouth.” Brooks takes my chin between his fingers.

“It’s not a thank-you. It’s an I need you.” I suck one of his balls into my mouth and he grunts. “Bet you’ll like this even better than my pussy.”

Brooks shuffles us out of the direct spray from the showerhead. “You have the sweetest little cunt, Siena. Squeezes so good around my cock. I highly fucking doubt anything’ll be better than that, but you’re welcome to try.”