Page 8 of Never Stop

I grinned. “I have an idea.”

Both of her beautiful emerald eyes opened and looked up at me. “What’s that?”

My smile widened. “Kill two birds with one stone.”

She furrowed her eyebrows and leaned up. “Huh?”

“Now that you’re awake, just follow me.”

I got out of the car and rounded the hood to help her out. Lacing our fingers, we walked toward the door to the house. The booze in her system had seemed to subside enough that she was able to walk in her heels. Then a thought struck me.

I led her through the house toward our bedroom without saying a word. She tried to stop at the foot of the bed, but I tugged on her hand and nudged my head toward the bathroom.

“Can I take my shoes off first?”

I shook my head, still not saying anything.

Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip seductively, reading my mind. We walked the remaining steps to the bathroom, and I turned her so that her ass was against the counter.

“This would have been a lot easier if you were in a skirt.” I grinned.

“This wasn’t the plan,” she countered.

I chuckled. “Nothing ever goes as planned. If it did, then we wouldn’t be together.” I raised her teal tank top thinking about how her plan was to marry that fucker Jared, and mine was to only have one night stands for the rest of my life.God, I was stupid.

She smiled. “I like this plan better.”

Her shirt fell to the floor as I leaned forward and took her mouth. I could taste the faintness of tequila as our tongues collided together. Brooke’s hands reached around me, pulling up my black Halo polo shirt and the moment her hands touched my skin, I was done dragging out this fantasy of hers.

I wanted her.

I wanted her now.

I wanted her forever.

Unclasping her bra, I dragged the black lace from her arms and tossed it onto the floor with her top. “Take your jeans and underwear off, then put your heels back on.” Again this would have been much better and sexier if she were in a skirt, but we’re dealing with real life. Not every chick wears a skirt to a bar. And I knew she was tired. I wanted to fuck her into pure bliss then fall asleep and do it all over again in the morning because she deserved it.

She began working the button of her jeans while I stripped my shirt off and tossed it onto the growing pile of clothes. I watched her as she did as I’d instructed, stepping out of her heels to discard her clothes. She teetered a little and then almost fell as she tugged off her jeans. My dick stiffened as I watched her naked body step back into her heels. I swallowed hard. She was breathtaking and sexy as fuck.

“Remember how things don’t go as planned?”

She nodded.

“I was going to eat your sweet pussy then fuck you in the shower like I did the first night you came home with me. But plans change. I’m gonna eat your pussy and fuck you on the counter with your legs spread. I want to see myself pounding into you in the mirror. Then… Well, if you want more in the shower, I’ll still oblige.” I grinned.

Without a word she hopped onto the counter, placed her feet on the edge and spread her legs, inviting me to do just that.