Chapter 15

15

JONAH

I 'm delighted that Brooke truly loves Jim's Pizza, since it's the only pizza joint in town.

We get our order to go and enjoy dinner in my dining room, facing the window so we can enjoy the sunset. Thankfully, this time she finally takes a painkiller without making a face.

The pizza with spinach, sautéed onion, and spicy chicken, with a side of garlic breadsticks, are both incredible. We fall into a long drawn-out conversation speculating if pizzerias secretly read people according to their topping choices, like reading tea leaves.

"That would be incredible," Brooke laughs. "If there's ever an axe murderer in town, just ask Jim's employees. They'll know who it is, for sure. Just look for the guy who orders extra anchovies with barbecue sauce."

"I love your mind." Reaching out, I drag my thumb across her lower lip, pretending I'm wiping away sauce when really I just need to touch her. "You're always thinking of something new."

"Oh, my mind , huh?"

Gazing into her luminous gray eyes, I can almost hear the metallic click in the back of my brain as the realization snaps into place. Taking her right hand, I kiss the back of it. "I love all of you, Brooke."

Her lips fall open, and I swear she stops breathing for several seconds. Then she sputters, blinking. "I… I love you too. I just didn't think…"

"Because it's all happened so fast we haven't had time to think, baby." Shifting closer, I wrap my arm around her. "You were hurt, and I had to take care of you."

"Saved my life, you mean."

Shaking my head, I continue. "Then you had to heal, then this whole incident today?—"

"Where you saved me again." Her palm strokes my cheek. "I think I'm always going to be safer with you around."

"In that case, it would probably be best if you move in right away. You know, safety first and all that."

Her voice is barely a whisper. "Really?"

"Yes. I'd suggest driving to your apartment and packing up immediately, but I don't want you stressing that wrist. So for now we can just plan everything, and then we can go in two or three weeks. Fair warning, I'll still do all the packing so that you don't lift anything."

Her lips press together as she tries to pull a mean face and fails. " Grrr ."

"Sweetie, come on. What kind of a medic would I be if I let you hurt yourself?"

Brooke's instant grin is pure sunshine. "I know you're just trying to keep me safe. So, yes. I'd love to move in with you. But I can pack up my own underwear drawer, thank you very much."

My eyes grow wide. "Are you saying you have a naughty things drawer that you don't want me to see?"

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are. I bet you don't want me to see your beefcake magazines. Like Lumberjack Quarterly ."

"Stop it." She smacks my shoulder lightly.

" Shirtless Mountain Men Daily ."

"I'm serious, stop!"

" Hard Wood ? I bet that's your favorite."

Leaning in, I cut off her giggle with a kiss. I had intended it to be sweet, but in three seconds her fingers are gripping the back of my hair tightly. "What are you trying to say, gorgeous?"

I swear there's a faint blush across her cheeks as she smiles. "Um, after all of today's excitement, I just wondered if…you know. Instead of dessert, maybe we could…"

"Say no more." I scoop her into my arms, kicking the chair out of the way as I carry her to the bedroom. Setting her on the bed, I slowly peel off her jeans, then her baggy t-shirt and tank top, leaving her in nothing but dark blue panties. I kind of love that she wears loose, casual clothing, so that nobody can see her luscious figure but me.

Brooke looks down, then laughs. "Oh my god, my underwear matches my brace. Is that the clumsy girl version of coordinating lingerie sets?"

"Don't worry, I'll be buying you all the lacy things you want next time we go to a bigger city." Looking down at her luscious figure, I growl. "Correction. All of the lacy things I want."

I lie her back on the bed, grabbing a small pillow to tuck against her left side. The bruising on her ribs isn't nearly as bad as I'd feared, thank goodness. But the pillow gives her something to slightly grip with her fingers to keep her wrist still.

Slowly pulling off my t-shirt, I realize I've never felt sexier than when Brooke is looking at me. There's something about her. She's the only person who's ever brought out this side of me and made me feel like a truly masculine being.

Like a wolf.

Lying over her, I keep my weight away from her body while a deep, powerful kiss consumes us both. She moans when I move away, kissing down her tender stomach to spread her legs.

I'm not nearly as gentle as I was last time. Diving in, I bathe her pussy with my tongue until her good hand is practically tearing out my hair.

Looking up, I love the way her expression tells me everything I need to know. That she likes it hard and fast. That she loves it when I slide my middle finger deep inside her, my palm facing up to press against her g-spot. That she adores the sensation of her swollen clit being massaged between my lips.

I don't know if it's love, or our connection, or maybe the way I've been trained to study people's feelings and read body language. Regardless, Brooke is incredibly responsive, her hips bucking up as if encouraging me.

"Mine," I growl, before dragging my tongue around and across her clit. The faster I move, the faster she pants.

Her juices are so sweet, and I hope that she can see in my eyes that I'm going to be between her legs every single day for the rest of our lives.

"Oh," Brooke moans, her chest heaving, her perky breasts bouncing up and down. "Yes… Yes …"

Her hot, wet pussy tenses around my fingers as she comes, her inner muscles rippling around me as I steadily lick her sensitive bud until she shakes from head to toe.

"Wow." Her voice is shaky. "That was…intense."

Licking softly, I wait until her climax subsides before jumping to my feet. Her eyes blaze as my jeans hit the floor.

I don't think I've ever been this thick and hard. Pre-come is already dripping from the tip of my cock as I settle over her. I devour her mouth as I drag the head of my cock through her wet slit, teasing her until she squirms, trying to pull me deeper.

"A month from now, after your wrist has healed completely, I want you on top of me. I want your hands on my chest as you lift your hips up and down, fucking yourself on my cock."

Brooke nods eagerly, then she grins. "I think I like it when the town medic talks dirty."

"It's all your fault." I dip inside her barely an inch, just enough to make her gasp. "You make me a savage animal, gorgeous."

"And you make me…" She looks up at me, smiling shyly. "Feel complete. Is that stupid cheesy?"

"As cheesy as Jim's pizza. But that's not a bad thing. It's also the truth."

Sinking deeply into her tight pussy feels like the most natural thing in the world. I listen carefully to her breath, wanting to know exactly how much pressure she needs. After a few incredibly slow strokes, she nods, gripping the back of my neck, and I feel her legs wrap around me.

I pull out, bumping over her clit, watching her quiver before plunging in again. As I stare down at the incredible sight of my cock sliding in and out of her delicate pink folds, a sense of perfect completeness washes over me.

I don't believe in fate. I don't even know if I believe in soulmates. But I do know I sure as the sun rises in the East and sets in the West that Brooke and I will be together forever.

We were meant to be.