Chapter 9

Chapter

Nine

brOOKLYNN

As we walk back to the guesthouse, I wonder if this could be real. I want it to be so bad. But then again, I want a lot of things in life. I want to keep all these clothes and shoes and not have to sell them so I can eat next month.

I want my salon to be beyond high end, like celebrity status. I want a hell of a lot, but I also want this man who has his hand pressed against the small of my back to be mine.

All mine.

I watch as he reaches for the handle of the door and twists it, pushing it in as he steps to the side to allow my entrance. Moving past him, I stop in the small foyer before I spin around to face him.

He closes the door behind him, his brows raised to the sky, but he doesn't say anything. At least not yet. I take one step toward him, then another. He doesn't stop me as I continue closing the distance between us.

Forrest lifts his hand, and his fingertips graze the underside of my jaw. His eyes search mine as he does it, and I'm not sure what he's looking for, but I also don't give a shit. I want his lips on my body—everywhere. I want his touch, his mouth—everything.

"Brooklynn," he rasps. "This will ruin everything."

I hum, unsure of what to say exactly and also not caring. My breathing comes out faster, and as much as I attempt to control it, I can't. His fingers slide from my jaw to the center of my chest and stop at the top of my dress.

"It won't ruin anything, Forrest," I exhale. "We'll finally be able to breathe."

He hums as his gaze searches mine. I don't know what he's looking for, but whatever it is, he must find it because he dips his chin before his lips touch mine. The kiss is short. He doesn't deepen it. It's a brush of his lips against mine before he lifts his head slightly.

"It's going to ruin everything," he rasps against my mouth. "I hope it does."

Without another word, his mouth slams against mine, and he gives me a hard, wet kiss. His tongue slips between my lips before he tastes me—tastes all of me. My body melts against his. Forrest wraps his arms around me, holding me against his body as he consumes me.

Slowly, he nibbles on my bottom lip, breaking the kiss. I want to rip my clothes off right this second for him. If I weren't a nervous ball of energy, I probably would be able to think a little better, and I would strip out of everything.

"Forrest," I rasp.

He chuckles, reaching out, his fingers sliding across my lips. They're swollen from his kiss, but he seems fascinated. I open my mouth, and he slips two fingers between my lips. When I swirl his fingers with my tongue, he moans before he slips them from my mouth, and then he slides them down my throat, creating a wet trail with my saliva.

"Whatever friendship we had is over for us, Brooklynn," he murmurs.

"Forrest," I whisper.

I don't care if our faux friendship is over. I never really valued it much to begin with. All I want is him. I don't really care how that comes about at this point—I never did. Then it happens. I feel his fingers reach for the back of my dress. He tugs on the strings of the corset top before he loosens it so much that it slides down my hips and legs before it pools at my feet.

He takes a step backward, his eyes searching mine before they slowly slide down to my bare chest, and then his lips twitch. I want to cover myself because this feels far too vulnerable.

I don't move.

I can't.

I'm completely frozen.

Instead of letting him stare at me for who knows how long, I extend my arms and begin to unbutton his shirt. I expose his massive expanse of chest, and my mouth waters to taste his tanned skin.

"Fuck the friendship," I whisper. "I honestly never gave a shit about it anyway."

Leaning forward, I touch my lips to his nipple, my tongue snaking out to swirl around the warm skin. He groans, his eyes sliding down to meet mine so that he watches as I taste him. His lids are hooded as he looks down at me from beneath his lashes.

God, I would let him watch just about anything I do as long as he looks at me like this.

FORREST

I shrug my shirt off, my control completely gone. It's vanished. Or maybe I crushed it like a fucking bug. I'm not sure, and I don't care either. Her lips are on my chest, and then she moves down my torso, my abs, and the waist of my pants until her knees rest on the floor and her hands are at my belt.

Fuck.

"Brooklynn," I murmur. But I don't tell her to stop because that's the last thing I want right now.

She hums, unfastening my thin black belt before she unzips and slides the pants down my legs, along with my underwear. My cock is hard, ready, and waiting for her. For any part of her. I want it all. I could come right this fucking second—I'm so jacked up with anticipation.

Her fingers curl around my length as she guides her hand up and down once, twice, three times. I don't need to be primed. I'm ready to go. I was ready to go the moment I woke up this morning. She leans forward and opens her mouth, and I groan as she takes me inside of her.

I can feel her tongue along the underside of my cock, warm and wet. Then she sucks me in deep. Closing my eyes, I slide my fingers through her hair at the side of her head, gripping the strands in the back.

She hums around me, and I almost come instantly. My eyes fly open as my fingers tug on her hair. She doesn't stop, though. She moves her head up and down, bobbing on my dick. Her saliva coats my cock. She's wet and warm, her mouth almost the perfect home for my dick.

But I want to come inside of her.

Tugging her head back slightly, my balls tingling, I grunt, then release her hair, reaching down to wrap my fingers beneath her armpits. Slowly, I pick her up until her feet are flat on the floor.

She's still in her skirt and those sexy-as-fuck high heels. Every goddamn pair of shoes she's worn on this trip has been off-the-charts hot. "Leave the shoes on," I growl before I gently pull her forward so she falls against me.

Brooklynn's lips part, her breath hitches, and she tips her head back so she can look into my eyes. Dipping my chin slightly, I touch my lips to hers. "Those shoes are hot as fuck," I rasp against her mouth. "I want the heels digging into my ass when I fuck you."

A moan escapes her lips. Sliding my hands to her ass, I grip her there, my fingertips digging into her cheeks as I pick her up and carry her over to the bed. Laying her down, I try to be as gentle as possible, but I am so amped up that I don't think I can be.

When her head lands softly against the pillow, I grasp the hem of her skirt and glide it up her body, exposing her long-as-fuck legs, then her panties. I can't keep my eyes off her body, off the sight of her panties as they appear.

"Brook," I groan.

She doesn't try to hide herself from me. Instead, she bites her bottom lip, her eyes searching mine before she smiles. Gripping the strings of her barely there lace panties, I snap the sides.

"Please, Forrest," she whimpers.

I grip the insides of her thighs and spread her wide. I can't keep my eyes off her wet pink center. She's already ready for me, but I'm not about to fuck her yet. I want to feel her first. I want to take my time, as much as I can anyway. I don't know how much control I have left.

Extending my index finger, I gently glide it through her wet center, swirling around her clit before I groan at the sensation. Warm and wet doesn't begin to describe it… her pussy is so fucking welcoming.

Begging for me, and I aim to give all of her exactly what she needs.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I slip two fingers inside of her. She lifts her hips, her fingers curling into the bedding at her hips. My lips curve up into a smirk as I begin to move my fingers in and out of her, then curl them, making a come-hither motion over and over as she rolls her hips, meeting me stroke for stroke.

Then she does something that I don't expect, but I'm not mad at it at all. I watch as she releases the bedsheets and lifts her hands to her tits. I can't take my eyes off her. I focus with rabid fascination as she grips the soft flesh, squeezing them.

Then her fingers pluck her nipples.

Control.

Lost.

Slipping my fingers from between her legs, I align myself with her entrance and sink inside of her. I release my grasp on her thighs and place my forearms beside her head. My eyes are focused on hers as I bury myself deep inside of her.

Brooklyn's breath hitches. "Dig those fucking shoes into my ass, babe," I growl as I lower my head to touch my mouth to hers.

Her cunt squeezes me, and I don't know if I can even move without coming instantly. I should try and think about something else, about hockey, about being broke as fuck, about anything, but all I can focus on is the way her pussy feels snuggly wrapped around my dick.

Like this is where I belong.

Like I finally feel whole.

It's the weirdest sensation I've ever experienced, and I never want it to end.