Page 56 of Only Between Us

Asshole.

“We’ll take you up on that another time. And maybe we can both knock that championship off our bucket lists this season,” Shawn tells him. “You didn’t miss a beat yesterday.”

“Thanks, man. It’s been an honor to be here.” Brooks wraps a strong arm around my waist to secure me against him. “We’ve both enjoyed it. Such a pleasure.”

Bonnie seems just as intent on torturing me as Brooks, because she turns her smile on me. “I’m sure it helps that the team only plays a quick three-hour drive from Oakwood.”

“Y-yes. It’s…” I swallow a whimper. My nails dig into my palms. “Fantastic.”

Brooks peers down at me, strokes a thumb where he holds me at the waist. It’s so good and so,sobad, intensifying the heat already radiating from my pussy as the toy pulses inside me. “Definitely a selling point, isn’t it, sweetheart? It’ll be good to keep you close. Right where I need you.”

“Well, we’re glad you both decided to join us tonight. Brooks, let’s stay in touch, all right?”

Thank fuck.

The moment we’re alone again—aside from the other few hundred people in the ballroom—I gasp a breath. “Fuck, Brooks. Please.”

“Please what?”

Brooks turns me around to face him, cups the back of my neck, strokes his thumb along my jaw, the same way he’d done upstairs. I’d been clenching before, wound up and trying to keep myself from crumbling. But now that it’s just us in this dimly lit ballroom, with the music loud enough to smother my panting, I’m shuddering.

I’m grateful.

I need this.

Now. Right now. Don’t care who’s watching.

“Brooks,” I sigh.

“Never heard my name sound so good.” With his thumb, Brooks lifts my chin, forces my gaze onto him. We’re standing close enough together that I can hear the satisfied rumble in his chest as he takes me in. “You like this, don’t you? Pussy throbbing right here, surrounded by people.”

What does it say about me that I do like it? I like our secrets. I like the way his fingers curl into my waist, biting into my skin.

“Answer me.” His voice is soft, but it’s a command.

I whimper. “I like it.”

“Fucking knew it. Pretty little Siena, with her winning smile and charming wit. Perfect pretend girlfriend. Perfect media darling. Fooling everyone but me.” He licks the corner of his mouth, holding my gaze. “I knew you were a bad fucking girl from the second I met you. The kind who’d let me make that sweet pussy come in front of four hundred strangers. Aren’t you?”

Brooks gazes back, utterly calm. The only things giving him away are his short, tight breaths and the hard length of his cock I can feel snaking down his pant leg. I push into him. Brooks releases a ragged breath.

God. He’s so turned on.

This is back-alley Brooks, and I’m so damn happy to meet him.

“Do it,” I whisper. “Make me come.”

With his eyes on me, Brooks strips off his tux jacket and tosses it onto the back of a nearby chair. He takes my hand and leads us past the younger, burly players, to an unoccupied patch of the dance floor.

He pulls me right against his body. His perfect fucking body, hard and hot under my fingers. His arms wind around me, holding me in a way that makes me feel just as small as he claimed upstairs.

From the outside, we look like any other couple on this dance floor, holding each other and swaying to the music. In our own loved-up world, bodies pressed together.

But my pussy clenches around the vibrator, thighs slip together. I’m slick and wet, and dying for relief. His hand moves from my waist, grazes the exposed skin at my lower back before slipping a bit lower. He grunts at the feel of his hand on my ass. With the coverage from Brooks’s body, I let my face crumble.

My fingers dig into his arms, nails scraping along his buttery shirt.

This is too much. Not enough.