“I thought you would be happy to see me,” I added.
“I am. Don’t twist my words.”
“You’re not acting like it.”
“I’ve just had a really shitty night.”
“Is that why you didn’t text me?”
He nodded.
“What happened?”
“Chris—” he hesitated. “My ex-wife, she showed up here and it went from bad to ugly real quick.”
“What did she want?”
“It doesn’t matter. Stop biting your cheek,” he ordered in a voice I hadn’t ever heard before.
See, here’s the thing about ecstasy… it heightens your senses. Touch, sounds, sights, feelings, emotions; you’re wrapped up in them. Not being able to break free, until the chemicals have stopped working their magic. That’s the beauty of the drug, you love everything and anything, and the happiness you feel is addicting.
Devon was different than I had ever seen him before. I could feel it, see it, and even fucking taste it.
“Does she want to get back together with you?” I asked, wanting to know the answer.
“I said it doesn’t matter,” he barked.
I jerked back. “This was a bad idea.” I turned to leave.
“Stop,” he ordered, making me turn to face him again. “Come here.”
I didn’t know what to do; I just stared at him. His hair was disheveled, like he had been pulling at it. His eyes were dark, daunting, and menacing.
“I said come here.”
I took a deep breath and a tentative step in his direction, stopping when I was standing in front of his desk.
“Here. Brooke. Come. Here,” he ordered again in a dominant tone.
He didn’t ever call me by my name; I rounded the corner and stayed perfectly in place in front of him. He narrowed his eyes at my body, taking me in completely. Even the way he admired me was different, nice guy Devon wasn’t here at all. I didn’t recognize this man… not even a little bit.
And that excited me more than anything.
The second I saw Brooke walk into my office I knew I was fucked. It was the last thing I needed to add to an extremely fucked up night. Christine came by and she was wasted, she had left our son with her parents and had been drinking. She was doing that a lot more lately, and I knew in the past she said alcohol and drugs had been an issue for her.
She said it was my fault… that I had done that to her. She said she still loved me and wanted to make it work. That we had a child and he needed both his parents, she talked about my nightmares and how I needed to get help. I tried to calm her down and reason with her, but it was useless. I was finally able to get her into a cab and called her brother to make sure she got home okay. Landon was a good guy and he knew what his sister was like.
I wanted to talk to Brooke; I wanted to text her and go to her place. I missed her terribly. All I wanted to do was hold her. Then, as if on cue, she walked into my office… all fucked up, too. It was one thing after another. I knew she had been with clients and that’s why I wasn’t seeing her. But I hated it. It pissed me off just thinking about it.
She looked fucking gorgeous with her hair flowing loosely around her face. Her eyes looked alive and vibrant, as if they were animated and thriving in my direction. She was wearing heels and a black coat. I don’t know what came over me, but I wanted to punish her.
I wanted to hurt her, and that terrified me more than anything.
She was inches away from me, and I could smell her arousal; she was turned on. I roughly grabbed her by her waist and placed her on my desk, never getting up from my office chair. I leaned back and took a second to look at her. To really appreciate the beauty that is Brooke. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were more dilated, if that was even possible.
She was a fucking vision. I was addicted to her; our time together was never enough, and even when we were together… I wanted more.
I rubbed my first two fingers on my lips, contemplating what to do next. I knew what I wanted to do, and as much as I tried to talk myself out of it…
I couldn’t.
The urge was too powerful.
Too consuming.
I leaned forward and untied her jacket; it easily fell open. She sat there in nothing, but heels and an opened coat. My dick was so hard; it was on the verge of pain.
I wanted her so fucking bad.
It was tempting bad…
“I forgot to put on clothes,” she joked to herself.
There was nothing funny about the situation. Not even a little bit. I looked up at her and she stared down at me. She had this tantalizing stare, that she must have shared with other men. It made my blood boil; my mood became dark, it heighten and strengthen.
She wasn’t mine. Never was. Bambi was gone.
All that was left…
Sitting before me.
Was…
VIP.
“Did you fuck him?” I snickered.
Her eyebrows lowered in shock. “Excuse me?”
“Did. You. Fuck. Him? It’s a simple question… did he touch your pussy? Or did you suck his dick? What was on the itinerary for tonight?”
Her eyes widened, hurt, the image would be embedded in my mind, but I didn’t care. “How many men have you fucked these last three weeks? Do you even remember?” I sneered.
She moved to step down and I immediately spread her legs open and placed myself in between, holding onto her waist and locking her into place.
“What the fuck?” she yelled.
“I didn’t say you could leave.”
“I don’t remember asking for permission,” she violently spewed.
“Answer the question. Did you fuck him tonight?”
“No.” She narrowed her eyes at me and pursed her lips.
I cocked my head to the side. “No?”
She shook hers. “He was too fucked up, he took too much and couldn’t get hard.”
I nodded. “I see… is that why you came here? Huh? Get your happy ending? Is that all I am to you? Your fuck buddy, friend?”
She licked her lips. “Well… seeing as we have yet to fuck, no, Devon, I don’t know why I’m here.”
“Bullshit. Yes you do, you just won’t say it. Why is that? Is it because I have to make you? Is that what you want?” I asked, massaging up and down her thighs. Her eyes gave leeway, and they rolled a bit to the back of her head, but she caught herself.
“What are you on? Hmmm…”
“Ecstasy,” she breathed out.
“So that does feel good, huh?” I taunted, kneading harder and more demanding.
“Yes…”
“Have you been a good girl, today?”
Her mouth parted.
“I could smell you as soon as you walked into the room; you’re addicting. You really are like a drug, aren’t you, Bambi? Is the smell for me? Or for him?” I scorned.
She licked her lips and I leaned in further, rubbing my cheek against her thigh; never taking my eyes off hers. She watched me with caution and hunger, waiting for my next move.
I lifted myself off my chair and leaned in close to her lips. I could lick them if I wanted to. “How many men have you been with in the last twelve years?” I whispered, smelling her peppermint breath and my whiskey scent.” Do you even remember? Or have you lost count because it has been that many?”
She crudely pushed me, but I barely faltered. It pissed her off and she pulled her hand back ready to slap me, but I caught her wrist, midair. And wrapped my other hand around her neck.
Her eyes widened and her chest heaved. We stood there for a few minutes, trying to guess what the other was going to do. I was going to win this power struggle; she needed to understand that when she was with me.
I was the one in control.
I shoved her back onto my desk, never letting up on my hold around her neck, her hands went to the top of her head and I locked those in place as well.
I leaned forward again, placing my frame on top of hers. She
felt so tiny beneath me. So helpless.
A deer in headlights.
Bambi.
And fuck me… it made my cock throb.
“The door isn’t locked, does it excite you that someone could walk in and catch us?” I held her firmly on the desk, harder.
But here’s the fucked up part…
She wanted me to.
“Are you wet?” I whispered close to her lips, barely touching them, but just enough. I laid soft kisses around her lips, never giving her what she wanted and she whimpered.
“Do you have any idea how much I think about you? Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I stated in a question.
She looked right into my eyes, challenging me. Provoking me.
“Prove it,” she stated in an authoritative tone.
I growled, and bit at her lip; her back arched off the desk.
“Keep your eyes open, and your hands where they are. Do you understand me?” I said in between biting her lip.
She nodded, not being able to speak. I let go of her wrists, and kissed and licked my way down her body; inch by inch, still keeping my tight hold around her neck. Once I got to where we both wanted me, I inhaled the sweet and alluring smell of Brooke.
I rubbed my nose up and down her clit; she watched with hooded eyes.
“I want to taste you. I want you to come so fucking hard on my tongue that the flavor of you stays with me for days.”
She swallowed and her mouth parted again.
I kissed her nub, slowly sucking in between. The light suction slowly pulled back the hood of her clit. She placed her heels on the edge of my desk, allowing me more range to her sacred area.
I could have come from that alone.
She looked like an angel and a demon at the same time. It was sinful as much as it was heavenly.
My tongue slid down to her opening and I shoved it as deep as it would go. Her juices flowed loosely.
“You have the sweetest goddamn taste I have ever savored,” I groaned, fucking her with my mouth once again.
I lapped at her for several minutes, enjoying her salty sweetness, and watching her focus on keeping her eyes open and hands where I wanted them. She wanted to move them to my hair; to guide me how she wanted me to go.
But she knew better. She was surrendering to me, and I fucking knew that was one of the hardest things for her to do.
I rewarded her by sucking on her clit harder and moved my head up and down and in a side-to-side motion; making her squirm and shake all at once.
I rubbed my face all around her pussy not being able to get enough of her; she moaned and called out my name. I wanted her wetness all over me, not just around my mouth.
“Beg me. Beg me to fucking come.” I removed my hand from her neck and pushed my middle and ring fingers deep inside her, aiming directly to her g-spot. The rigid nerve-ending profoundly inflated. I ate her pussy exactly how she wanted me to, and she started moving her hips and fucking my face.
“Please… please… Devon… make me come.”
I smiled. It was the first time I had smiled all night.
I lapped at her bundle of nerves, manipulating them and sucking them in a way that had her panting and breaking apart in front of me. My fingers moved faster and more urgent. Her pussy clamped down and I knew she was close.
It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I would never tire of watching this girl come undone. Her juices started flowing loosely down my mouth. I rotated my head and moved faster, more urgent until she screamed out my name.
I didn’t give her any chance to recover. I fucked her with my mouth, tongue, and fingers; over and over again, till she squirted all down my face, chin, and neck.
And then I did it again.
My body was badly shaking and convulsing everywhere. I felt the aftershock for minutes, maybe hours. He sat back in his chair and just watched me. Once I came to, I sat up, slightly lightheaded and he grinned.
His mouth, chin, neck, and the top of his shirt were covered in my juices. I felt it beneath me as I sat there, and all over my legs and folds. I wanted to crawl into a hole or have the earth swallow me whole, but he wouldn’t let up; he wanted me to squirt all over him. I felt like he wanted to drown in my come, and now he was sitting there unashamed with my blatant wetness all over him, and I knew I was right.
I smiled. “Your turn?”
He shook his head no, not removing his hand away from his mouth, looking fucking sexy and smug.
“But you didn’t… I mean…”
Why was I being so shy? What the hell is wrong with me? I couldn’t even say the words.
“That was for me,” he stated.
“I could—”
“I don’t want you to.” He nodded toward a door in his office. “Why don’t you go use the bathroom and clean yourself up. I’ll drive you to Madam’s condo.”
I bit my cheek and hesitantly nodded.
It took me a few minutes to compose myself and get myself together; I looked like a fucking disaster. It was the first time I felt uncomfortable in my own skin. I didn’t know if it was the drug or if it was me… I looked in the mirror and placed my hair all around my face. It made me feel better.
Hiding.
I walked out as Devon was changing his shirt and his back was to me. I nearly gasped at the sight of him; he had scars on his back. Deep scars. He turned when his shirt was safely placed on him. I tried to hide my shock and lowered my head, walking to the door. I opened it, and it was forcefully shut closed behind me.
My heart was beating profoundly; I could feel it in my throat and at my temples. I didn’t turn, I couldn’t…
I felt him lift my hair up off my neck, and then brush it away from my face. He tied it at the top of my head with what appeared to feel like a rubber band, and I think I stopped breathing. He softly kissed the back of my neck, moving his way up to my face.
“I had a bad childhood,” he whispered into my ear, kissing me one last time and opened the door from behind me.
It took me a few seconds to find my footing. I watched him lock up his bar in silence and he grabbed my hand to have me follow him to his car. It was parked in the back of the building. He opened my door and I stepped in.
We drove in silence for a while, until he was about to turn down the road that led to Madam’s condo.
“Go straight,” I said, breaking the stillness.
He looked over at me with a raised eyebrow and then grinned, looking straight ahead again. Once we arrived at my building, he pulled out in front and put the car in park.
“I have a guest spot in the parking-garage,” I simply stated.
He put his car back into drive and I led him to the reserved spot. I exited the car first and he followed suit, grabbing my hand before I could take another step. We rode the elevator to the top floor and I pulled out my key from my clutch. I took a deep breath and unlocked my door.
No one had ever been to my condo. It was our sanctuary and Madam was insistent that it was ours and only ours. I knew I was breaking several rules by allowing him to step over the threshold, but even if he didn’t want to I would have made him.
I closed the door behind him and watched as he took in my surroundings. It was upscale and refined, but I had family pictures on the wall, along with pictures of the VIPs and me. He grabbed the picture of Ysabelle and me holding each other up from a night in Vegas.
“This place feels like you,” he said, breaking the tension I was feeling.
“Come on.” I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom. He took another few seconds to look around it as well. I was a neat freak so everything was immaculate and in place. I walked toward the bathroom and he followed me. I saw the look on his face when he realized I wasn’t lying about my bathroom being bigger than our entire hotel room in New Orleans. He watched as I walked into the shower and turned it on, making sure to turn on the side jets.
I undressed and stepped in; it took a few more minutes till I felt him behi
nd me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I laid my head on his shoulder. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, just enjoying the heat and water running all around us.
He washed my hair and I did his.
He washed my body and I did his.
Taking in all the scars that I found along his back and chest. I kissed every last one, trying desperately not to cry for him. I didn’t have to ask to know what might have happened in his home.
It was the most intimate experience I had ever shared with anyone. There was no sex, fondling, or even kissing. There didn’t have to be. Our actions, feelings, and emotions spoke for themselves.
He dried me off and then placed a towel around his waist.
We didn’t talk when we walked back into my bedroom. I shut the blinds and closed the curtains, making it appear as if it were still nighttime; even though it was almost nine in the morning. He put on his boxers and I put on a blue nightie with matching panties. He pulled back my comforter and lay down. I went right into his arms without even being told to do so.
I fell asleep instantly and I knew he did, too.
My eyes fluttered open and Brooke was in the exact same position as she was when we fell asleep. Her head was on my chest and her body was wrapped around me. I hugged her tighter, wanting to enjoy the feel of her in my arms and she yawned opening her eyes.
“What time is it?” she groggily asked.
I looked at my watch. “Six in the evening.”
“Shit… I don’t remember the last time I slept so long.”
I couldn’t either. I hadn’t slept for more than three or four hours since I was sixteen. I had no nightmares… nothing. Just solid; uninterrupted sleep. I kissed the top of her head, thinking about what the fortuneteller had shared with me.
“She’s the quiet to your storm.”
“You’re so warm,” she stated, taking me away from my thoughts.
“My body temperature runs higher than normal people.”
She looked up at me, smiling. “Like Jacob.”
I lowered my eyebrows. “Jacob?”
She laughed, knowing that I was getting pissed at the fact that she was mentioning another man’s name, while still in my arms.
“From Twilight. The werewolf. You kind of look like him. I was always Team Jacob.”