Chapter 10

Chapter

Ten

brOOKLYNN

My back arches as he slams into my body. I welcome it, loving the way my body not only stretches for him but accepts him. He moves inside of me, faster and faster with each stroke, his pelvis grinding against my clit as he does. I whimper and lift my hips—a silent plea for more.

Thankfully, he understands. His hips move faster, and he grinds harder with each downstroke. And I climb higher and higher until I come. It slides through me in a sweet surrender that I couldn't hold back even if I tried.

My moan bounces off the walls around us, but it's only my noises. Forrest has been oddly silent. Once my orgasm subsides, I lift my hands between us and wrap my fingers around his biceps, gripping his warm skin.

He continues to move, his hips never stopping. He slams into me over and over, and I know I'm going to be sore tomorrow, but it will be worth it. In fact, I think an ache between my legs is probably the sexiest feeling in the world, especially since he will be the cause of that sensation.

His lips touch mine before I hear his words. "Brook, you feel so fucking good. Better than I ever imagined… and I imagined this to be fucking amazing."

Then, as if he's possessed, his head jerks up, his back bows, and his roar puts my moan to shame. He buries himself deep inside of me, his body stilling and his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips.

I can't breathe. My lungs are frozen, as is my body. He consumes all of me, this beautiful man. And he is that—absolutely stunning. I want to do this again, but next time, I want to ride him so I can feel every single muscle of his expansive chest. And there are a lot of muscles there.

Forrest lowers his head to nuzzle his face against my neck. I feel his lips, his teeth, and then his tongue. Over and over. Lifting my legs higher, I squeeze my thighs at his waist. He groans, then his lips move down my throat before he lifts his head.

His eyes find mine as his hips begin to move again, this time much slower and lazier. However, there's a stark difference between his lazy strokes and the way his arms shake beside my head. Then his elbows bend, and he slowly lowers himself so that his chest is touching mine, pressing against my breasts as his hips continue to roll.

"Forrest," I whisper.

I want to ask him what this means. I want to tell him that I've been dreaming of all this. But at the same time, I don't because I don't think I want to know his response. This little bubble, the one where I just dream, is right where I need to be.

In this little dream bubble, I can't get hurt.

"Brooklynn," he murmurs against my neck as his hips stop.

Slowly, he rolls onto his side but doesn't stay there for long. He gathers me in his arms, wrapping them around me as he tucks me against his side. Then his long fingers begin to slide through my hair like a delicious comb.

I wish I hadn't put any products in my hair so his fingers could comb through it without being caught in a single tangle. He doesn't seem to mind, though, and honestly, I would never dream of asking him to stop.

"Yes?" I ask when he doesn't continue speaking.

He sucks in a breath, holds it, then lets it out slowly in a long whoosh. "We probably ruined our entire relationship," he states. I lift my head, but he lets out a hiss, shaking his head once before he continues. "I don't care, either. Because I've been watching you from across the street, through the glass in the arena, and I've been fighting this for far too long."

I bite the corner of my bottom lip as I look into his eyes. Stare into them. I can't deny that I feel the same way. I've been watching him from a distance, dreaming of a moment just like this one, yet my dreams have done this zero justice.

This is better than anything I could have ever imagined.

"I've never wanted anything more than to ruin what we had… for what we have."

I'm taking a chance with my declaration, but at the same time, I'm throwing caution to the wind because I truly do not give a shit any longer. I want him inside of me again and again—and again.

FORREST

Sleep comes, and for the first time in my entire life, that sleep comes peacefully. I didn't think it was possible, a full night's sleep. The warm body beside me stirs, causing me to wake. I also didn't think I could sleep beside someone, and yet, I've done that as well.

I open my eyes as I slide my hand to her hip, gripping her there and squeezing her as I watch her lids flutter open. Then her lips curve up into a smile, and her gaze searches mine. She doesn't say anything.

She doesn't need to.

I know enough.

"Morning, Brook," I murmur.

"We better get up if we're going to make whatever event your mother has planned next," she whispers.

Groaning, I slide my hand from her hip to her hair and tangle my fingers in the silky strands. "Let's just go home," I offer. "I don't give a shit about this anymore. I'd much rather go back home and do this again, and again, and again."

She places her hand on my chest and pushes up so she can look down into my eyes. "Forrest," she snaps softly, "this isn't about you. This is about your legacy. About your children."

My brows rise as my eyes widen. She is seriously pissed about this for me, and it's sexy as shit. She's also right, and I know it. But I have a feeling that this whole situation is going to be best solved with an attorney.

"Okay, honey. We'll go to the party."

Sliding my hand up her spine, I gently grasp the back of her neck, then give her a gentle squeeze as I lean forward and touch my mouth to hers before I release her. Reluctantly, I roll away from her body and throw my legs over the side of the bed before I stand.

Looking over my shoulder, I flick my attention down to her, and I almost crawl back into the bed beside her. She looks absolutely fuckable right now. Her hair is tousled, the sheet is pulled up to her chest to cover her tits, and she doesn't have on a stitch of makeup.

"We have an event to attend," she calls out, giving me her warning.

I couldn't give an actual fuck less about the event, but I don't tell her that. I move toward the bathroom, leave the door open, then start the shower. Dragging my palm down my face, I let out a grunt as I step under the spray.

The warm water pounds against my body, and I let out a moan as it massages my sore muscles. Then I smirk because my muscles are only sore from one thing, and it was a great damn thing.

I'm lost in thoughts of fucking Brooklynn when the shower door opens behind me. Her palm presses against the center of my back, then I feel her lips against my skin as her arms encircle my waist.

Looking over my shoulder, I see the top of her hair. Her blonde locks hang down her back and around her elbows. I open my mouth to say something, though I don't know what, but my words are cut off by her fingers encircling my cock.

I whip my head back around and dip my chin to look down at my dick. Her hand is working me. It's soapy and wet and feels so damn good. I groan as my hips flex into her palm.

"I don't want to come on the floor of the shower, honey," I grunt.

She smiles. I can feel her lips against my back. When I turn around in her arms, her hand falls from my cock. I cup her cheeks as I touch my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue inside of her to taste her wholly and fully.

Slowly, I break the kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip. Then I shift my face backward to look into her eyes. The next moment, I reach down, grab hold of the backs of her thighs to pick her up and move, pressing her back against the warm shower wall.

I should be priming her, I should be working my hand between her legs, but I can't fucking wait. I slide inside of her with one stroke, slowly, then stay buried deep as I look into her eyes. Brooklynn's lids are lowered as she gazes back at me.

"Yes," she hisses. "So good."

With a snort, I lean forward and touch my mouth to hers as I begin to move. Her nails dig into my shoulders, scoring my flesh, and I welcome it. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers as I thrust in and out of her. My hips roll, grinding on each downstroke against her clit—enjoying the hitches in her breath.

"So fucking good," I growl as I continue to move.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

The best. I've never felt this way before with any woman. I would walk to the ends of the earth for Brooklynn. Any minute of any fucking day. Over and over. I've completely and totally fallen for her. I just hope I don't fuck it all up because the odds of me doing that are, without a doubt, high .