Page 89 of Never Stop

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Easton

The sunlight peeked through the slit of the hotel room’s blackout curtains and directly into my eyes. My naked body was wrapped around Brooke’s with her back to my front and my arm under her neck. I wanted to wake up like this every day for the rest of my life. My wife was beautiful.

My…wife.

I leaned closer and kissed the top of her shoulder blade. She didn’t stir, so I continued, kissing up onto her neck. Wrapping my free arm around her chest, I pinched her rosy nipple that had slipped out from the sheets. I felt her come alive under me as she woke, my mouth still on her bare skin and my fingers caressing her puckered bud.

Brooke didn’t speak as I slipped my hand from her tit and down her flat stomach, dragging the sheet away so I could cup her. Her breathing became labored as I swirled my finger against her clit. Sliding my other arm forward, I flicked her other nipple with my fingers. I heard a slight moan escape from her throat, and I smiled. I knew she was awake. There was no way she couldn’t be. My fingers twirled around her sensitive areas, and I began kissing the back of her neck and over her shoulder and back. I was aching, my balls tight, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I took Brooke’s top leg, placed it over my side and guided myself into her. She was drenched, my dick easily sliding to the hilt.

My hips started to move, and I returned my hand to her clit, flicking the tight bundle of nerves. Brooke began panting, and my groans came with every thrust. The palm of my hand held her in place as I drove deep and hard into her. One hand pinching her nipple, the other rubbing hard on her clit, and my cock meeting the end of her pussy with each drive.

The sounds of her arousal, her moans and groans, and the creaking bed all resonated in the otherwise silent room. I was close, and the way Brooke’s pussy was tightening around my shaft, I knew she was too.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I’m close, baby.”

Brooke reached back, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and held on while I picked up my speed and plunged faster into her. “Me too,” she panted. “Harder.”

I took the fingers I was using to circle her clit and picked up the pace, my hand working at the same rhythm of my thrusts. Her pussy started to spasm, so I plucked her nipple—hard. She screamed out as she arched her back forward, her orgasm sending her body into a tremor. I wasn’t far behind her as I drove a few more times and groaned my own release deep inside her.

After a few minutes, Brooke said, “Well—good morning.”

I smiled and kissed her bare shoulder again. “Good morning.”

Not gonna lie.

I wasn’t looking forward to having breakfast with Brooke’s mom.

I didn’t like the way she treated my wife, and something about the way she crashed our wedding didn’t sit right with me. “Is Chey staying with your parents while we’re gone?” Brooke asked as we sat in the back of a taxi to the restaurant.

I shook my head with a smile. “No, she’s coming with us.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Cheyenne’s coming with us on our honeymoon?”

My grin widened. “I’m kidding. She’s coming to the airport and getting on the plane for California.”

“What? Seriously?”

I groaned. “Yeah. I’ve been dying to talk to you about this, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. I’m freaking out that my baby will be getting on a plane by herself.” If I told Brooke that Cheyenne was going to California, she would get suspicious and wonder where we were going. I wanted everything to be a surprise.

“It’s pretty common actually. When I worked in Family Law, kids had to do that when a parent lived out of state. She’ll be fine. Her other grandparents will be there at the gate for her when she arrives?”

I nodded. “Yeah. All the paperwork has been done to allow them to get through security and for me to put her on a plane by herself.”

Brooke reached for my hand and locked our fingers. “She’ll be okay. This means I can scratch Long Beach off the list of potential honeymoon spots, right? I mean, a cruise to Mexico is out since we aren’t flying with her?”

I kissed the back of her hand. “Yeah, we aren’t going on a cruise.”

I wasn’t sure if it was sadness in her face, but something dropped from her features as her smile faded.

“You wanted to go on a cruise again?”

She shrugged. “Not necessarily. I mean, we got married on the same date as our last night together on the cruise. It was one of the things I thought about.”

“What were others?”

“Hawaii.”