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Chapter 34

Brooks

“Fuck. Are you serious?” I stare at Lia, who is standing in my living room wearing only my jersey. Her legs are bare, long, and I bet as smooth as I remember. Her nipples show through the jersey, meaning she’s braless.

I rub my jaw as my eyes roam over her, the purple of the Jags jersey a contrast to her pale skin. “Are you wearing anything under that?” I choke out.

She offers me a devilish smirk, reaches for my hand, and pulls us toward the kitchen. “Why don’t you find out?”

Lia stops once she reaches the kitchen island. She puts her hands on the ledge and hoists herself up before scooting back. Slowly, and one at a time, she brings her knees to her chest, resting her heels on the counter. Lia’s fingers dance across her kneecaps as she flips her hair to the side.

She presses them open, just an inch, before closing them. My mouth waters and I’m licking my lips, taking her in.

“I want you to tell me what you want,” she teases, keeping her legs shut. A sliver of her ass peeks around her bent legs, and the words go straight to my cock. “Take control.”

Pushing my bottom lip up against my teeth, I cross my arms and answer, “Spread those legs for me like a good girl.”

Lia soaks in the praise, tipping her head back with a wide fucking smile before snapping her eyes back up to mine. She splits her legs, slowly giving me what I want. When she’s open for me, completely bare, in nothing but my jersey, my knees almost fucking wobble.

“Did you like driving like this? My jersey the only thing between you and the seat?” I step forward, not touching her quite yet. She leans into my words, and I can almost see them wrap around her.

She tips her chin to her chest and looks up at me through thick, dark lashes. “Loved. It.” She pops the ‘t’ as the air rushes between us, and her eyes are magnets to mine.

Lia leans back a little on her forearms and elbows as I let my fingertips touch the skin above her ankle. My hands glide up the sides of each of her legs before reaching behind her knees. I cup my hands behind and pull her legs a little further apart. Her muscles stretch, giving way and showing her flexibility.

“Were you making a mess in the car? Thinking of me. Touching you?” I put a kiss on the inside of her thigh and then nip it.

Lia sucks in a breath before she lets out a moan, her eyes rolling back and her head falling with it. “I’m definitely making a mess now.”

My fingers move from the inside of her thigh, across soft skin and strong muscle, and find her entrance. I swipe her wetness until it coats my fingers, and my cock aches.

“Touch yourself,” I rumble while unbuttoning my pants. Taking them off, I strain against the fabric of my briefs and can see a dot of wetness seeping through. I pull my briefs down and stroke my cock, as slowly as Lia draws circles on her clit.

She uses two fingers and picks up the pace while she watches me stroke my shaft, my dick heavy and full in my hand. Lia bites her lip, letting out a whimper which sends a shock to my balls.

I move closer, the head of my dick almost touching the hand she uses to tease her center. I let it rub against the back of her hand, only for a second, and she nibbles on her own lip, stopping like I’ve burned her .

“You like when I tease you like this?” I ask huskily.

“Yes.” The word rushes out, loud and confident.

“Let’s switch. You touch me and I’ll touch you.” I let my dick stand on its own and wait for her to reach for it.

When her hands grab me, squeezing, the pressure is perfect. I take my ring and pinky finger and slide them through her entrance, while my pointer finger lightly touches her clit. Pump and touch. She watches my hands like she’s hypnotized. Her chest shudders with each bump from my finger against her bundle of nerves.

Lia lifts my cock as she twists her hand, letting her thumb touch the bead of precum—or what’s left of it. Her other hand holds her up, like the fucking queen she is. Watching her touch herself, hearing the moans, and feeling her fingers around me is next level. It’s almost too much but somehow it feels like just enough.

My stomach clenches and I’m closer than I want to be. I want this to last forever. I do know I’m not about to come in her hand, not when she showed up like this.

I pull my hand from her and dip my mouth to hers. Our lips meet and it’s searing—our bodies screaming for more. She bites my lower lip and I nip her back.

I grab my dick and nudge her entrance, watching her move in response. Her chest shudders, and her eyes focus on me like I have the answer to every question she could possibly ask. I can see her pulse thrumming in her neck.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask as I tease her, desperate to enter her bare.

She nods before the words fall out of her mouth. “Yes. I have an IUD.”

I pull Lia off the counter so her feet are touching the floor and then turn her. Quick. Her ass touches my dick, the jersey bunching up around her hips as I bend her over .

It’s like a fucking fantasy. That ass on display. The contrast of the purple jersey. My number. But seeing my name on her? I’m never going to recover.

Inch by inch, I give her more, stretching her with each thrust.

“You feel so good,” she moans, her blonde hair falling in front of her face as she turns back to look at me.

I push into her faster, holding the front of her thighs for leverage. The feel of her around me, the sounds she makes—it’s fucking intoxicating.

My climax is close and I can tell Lia’s isn’t far behind.

“Touch yourself for me, baby. I want you to come with me.” I get the words out and they sound more like a growl than I intended.

She listens and I watch her shoulder dip while her hand reaches down. The second her fingers find her clit, shallow breaths race from her chest, her face turning so her cheek rests on the cool counter. I plunge into her, ferocious, hungry, needing her. When she clenches around me, it’s only a few seconds until I’m falling apart right after her.

Her shocks have me spilling into her. I don’t stop until she’s putty beneath me. I reach for her, pull her off the counter and turn her towards me. My forehead falls into Lia’s shoulder, and it’s just us, sharing breaths. I kiss the column of her neck and feel her head lean into mine.

This must be what heaven feels like.

After we took a shower, each of us spent and wanting sleep, I was about ready to beg her to stay. Luckily, I didn’t have to. Lia sleepily crawled into my bed, wearing one of my Jags T-shirts and a pair of panties she kept in her coat pocket. Like she planned to stay. Which I love .

With a palm on my bare chest, she’s turned into me, and I didn’t envision my night going this well. Lia is a fucking queen. Coming over here like that, knowing I needed her, even though I didn’t ask. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, no matter how much I knew she’d made me feel better. But she already knew.

She breathes against me, which makes me feel lighter than I have in the last week—from the injury to the depressive episode and a lonely holiday, to facing the reality of my body not being invincible. She made a guess at what I needed, and she was right.

It was her .

Tonight, I wanted to tell her about Rebecca. We were getting ready for bed and the words were right on the tip of my tongue. But it seems like the last week has been nothing but darkness and barbs that got me when I least expected them. I didn’t want to ruin the lightness of Lia and our evening with something that probably doesn’t even matter. I haven’t heard from Rebecca—maybe she took the hint? There’s no need to make something harder for no reason.

There’s a string of doubt that tangles itself in my brain, but when I watch Lia’s eyelids flutter with sleep, I know tonight isn’t the night.