Protect and Correct (10 page)

The thunder continued to rumble as the storm slowly moved over the water, and a great hush fell over the house. Brooke’s face reddened, becoming aware of her audible moans as Collin urged his lips skillfully over her stomach and nipped the soft skin of her belly.

“Easy with the nails,” Collin requested kindly as Brooke buried her fingers into the back of his neck while his tongue traced the fold of skin along the inside of her left thigh. He purposefully bypassed touching the quivering mound that snuggled between her legs, blowing warm air over her swollen, hungry lobes, before his teeth buried into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He inhaled deeply, intoxicated by her gentle scent that mingled delightfully with that of fresh pine.

Slowly, he drew her knees wide apart, spreading her thighs to his view. He lowered his mouth upon her trembling clit and pressed his tongue against her.

“You can’t…” she began to protest, unable to pull from his hold.

“I can, and I will. You are delicious. Any man would be willing to give up real food if it meant feasting upon you.”

“Stop it,” Brooke began to pant. “You are embarrassing me.”

“Then prepare to be more embarrassed because I intend to keep telling you the truth about your body. What I am tasting is not from your alteration. It is you.”

Collin grinned as Brooke released a loud moan in response to his lips sucking at her engorged peak. She stilled momentarily as he inserted one finger, then two, into her virgin cove. His fingertips found the roof of her pelvis and the tiny, soft spot just beyond the ridge. She arched her back as he began to stroke her G-spot.

“Tighten your muscles around my fingers, baby. Good girl. Now push out as hard as you can.”

“No! I might… you know…”

“Just relax. Don’t worry about your bodily functions. Go on, push out towards me…” he coaxed, increasing the pressure of his fingers as he pumped in and out and then returned his mouth to her throbbing nub. Back and forth, he stroked his long fingers, adding a third to fill her deeper. He felt her clench upon them and then push away, her increased trembling and shortened breath indicating that she was close to release.

Collin lapped at her eagerly as he removed his own clothing, enjoying the sight of her squirming under his ministrations. He returned his fingers to delve inside of her, preparing her for his cock. Brooke’s inhibitions seemed to disappear as she joined his rhythm, lifting her body in response to the command of his skilled digits. She froze as he positioned himself over her and pressed the head of his rod against her wet entryway. Carefully, he entered her, feeling as she tightened and then relaxed to allow him inside. Placing his hands under her bottom, he lifted her pelvis upward and began to slide in and out, rubbing the ridge of his cock up against the very spot his fingers had been.

Collin watched Brooke’s face she drew close to her pleasure. Her breath came in raspy spurts, her brow wrinkled in concentration, and she bit down upon her lower lip in an effort to keep quiet. The effort was proven useless as a loud, primal growl exploded from her throat. Brooke clutched him against her, thrusting her pelvis with unmuffled delight. Her muscles tightened, gripping and pulling him deeper, and his cock blissfully spewed forth an eruption of thick, hot juice.

Shuddering in aftermath, Collin laid his body on top of Brooke. He kissed her as they both tried to calm their breathing and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders, rolled over and pulled her to him.

“That was amazing,” she whispered in his ear. “Thank you.”

He smiled into her eyes and began to cover her throat with kisses. Her eyes widened as his cock began to grow and expand…

Chapter Seven

Brooke stretched her arms over her head and yawned lazily, gazing through the large, wall-length window. She was thrilled that she could clearly see both the grounds behind the house and the ocean beyond. The storm had broken, leaving shafts of sunlight gleaming through the tall trees and against the rocky shoreline. She felt strangely content.

“Collin?” Brooke touched the sleeping man’s shoulder. “It’s gorgeous outside. Can we go take a walk?”

Collin shifted to his back, covering his eyes from the ray of light casting over his face. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know. Please?”

Collin sat up, pulling her head down to his lap and stroking her hair. “Sure. Just give me a moment to wake up. How are you feeling?”

Brooke snuggled against his warm thigh, kissing his skin. “Happy. It feels like something changed inside of me.”

“From the spanking or the sex?” Collin grinned, pinching her bottom.

“Ow! Get up, and let’s take a walk.”

“I’m up, my dear, and ready.”

Brooke scowled at the rising cock that nudged her bottom cheek. “I wasn’t talking about
that
getting up.”

“You didn’t complain the three times it rose to please you last night,” Collin chuckled. “I have a confession to make. That was the first time I have ever been so aroused that I finally passed out from exhaustion.”

“Don’t lie,” Brooke admonished, sitting up. “Your wife was stunning, and—”

“You did something to me, Brooke. I am not sure what, but you are not the only one who feels changed this morning. Now move your rump and let’s catch the sunlight before the weather changes its mind.”

“Can we also go out for breakfast?” Brooke asked, tossing her sweatshirt over her head and skimming it over her naked breasts. “Stop staring at me.”

“Can’t help it. You are glowing this morning. I must have done well.”

“Stop gloating. Hey!” she yelped as he grabbed her in his arms and spun her around. “What are you doing? Put me down.”

“I really enjoy short women. They are fun-sized, compact, and ridiculously cute.”

“Lucky me. What are you doing now?” she asked as he pushed her sweatshirt away from her left breast.

“What do you think?” he asked, latching his mouth around the rigid, pink tip. Brooke simply groaned.

* * *

“Good morning. How are you two doing today?” Francine asked, handing them menus.

“Much better, thank you. We have an understanding now,” Collin responded, winking at Brooke.

She blushed. “I am really sorry that I was so rude yesterday. Please, forgive me.”

“Of course, darling!” Francine smiled, patting Brooke’s shoulder. “I can only guess how strange this whole situation is for you. Here is my number. Please call me if you ever need to chat or if you are bored and want to hang out. I would love to get to know you.”

“You would? I mean…why?” Brooke stared at the older woman in surprise.

“For a number of reasons. First, there is something different about you that I find appealing. Second, I can tell you are well educated, and that is a rarity in these parts. And third, you are obviously new in the lifestyle, and there is nothing I love more than mentoring a newbie!”

“You are correct in all three statements,” Collin agreed. “Do you think that maybe you and your husband would like to come over for dinner some night?”

“Collin, the house…”

“We are still furnishing,” he explained, “But it doesn’t need to be fancy.”

“We would love to. Thanks! Oh, gotta run. Duty calls. Loudly. Table 3 is screaming for coffee, and I need to put your order in.”

“She seems to be very nice,” Brooke commented, watching the woman scurry to the other tables. Collin followed her with his eyes, nodding quietly. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“My spidey senses are tingling. Don’t share too much with her, okay?”

“Are you always this suspicious?”

“When someone I care about is concerned, yes.”

“Then why did you invite them over?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of the expression that you should keep your friends close and your enemies closer?”

“Don’t you think you are being a little paranoid? There is no way she could figure out why I am really here. Seriously, Collin.”

“I’m worried about you.” He gazed at her warmly. “You are one trusting little girl. I wish I had that innocent a nature.”

“Don’t mistake naivety for innocence. I don’t trust that easily, but I also have to be logical. What could she gain by knowing about me? Nothing. No one can, except the killer. Here’s our food,” Brooke said brightly as Francine placed it on the table. “We have a long day, so let’s enjoy ourselves, okay?”

“Having another spat?” Francine asked, pouring more coffee into Brooke’s cup.

“Not at all. Brooke was just urging me to be a little less protective.”

“Ahh, well, that is not going to happen, honey. Men like Collin,” Francine stated, “are designed with an ‘on’ and ‘more intense’ switch. There is no off button.”

“That is what I was trying to explain. She is not accustomed to being taken care of.”

“She’ll learn. Let me know if you two need anything else, okay? Brooke, honey, give me a call later, and we can meet for coffee.”

“That sounds like fun, thanks,” Brooke smiled. She turned to Collin once Francine left the table. “She is lonely. Stop making a big deal out of this.”

Collin shook his head and sighed. Brooke knew he was not convinced.

* * *

“How much did you spend? I thought there was only the one shipment that we got a week ago. Holy crap…” Collin pressed his body against the wall as the movers continued to bring in furnishings.

Brooke grinned, “Enough to finally make this place comfortable. What’s wrong? You wanted me to decorate.”

“I swear… when they are done here, I am going to spank you over every single additional piece that you bought. A China cabinet? We don’t even have china!”

“It should be in this shipment somewhere, along with the rest of a formal dining room setup. Do you mind if I paint the wall?”

“Do whatever you want—except stop spending my money. Damn it, Brooke! You could have gone to Ikea instead of washing out my savings.”

“I got a great deal, and this is top notch stuff. All used. And I am letting you keep that horrible couch.”

“There isn’t going to be any room for it. What the hell is that?”

“An entertainment center. I also got you a large screen TV.”

“Is this your revenge? Making me go broke?”

“Could be. But at least you are going broke in style,” Brooke giggled.

She had not told him that the majority of the furnishings had been taken from her own home in Florida. She had bought the Amish hand-furniture herself with her own money when she lived in Pennsylvania, and it was a source of pride and joy to her. She knew Collin would blow a gasket, but hell! They needed the furniture, and there was no way she was going to allow her idiot ex-husband to live comfortably with the fruits from her labors…

Did she care about what the ex was going to think? The jerk would see that his dead wife managed to rip him off by placing an artificial beneficiary in a will dated months prior to her death. Did he even know that she did not have a sister? Or would he claim that the faxed release, sent from Collin’s computer, was signed by a dead woman?

Truthfully, she did not think the consequences of the process through as she put her hacking skills to good use. She had finagled a neighbor (who loathed her ex-husband) to help, lying to the old woman that she was the deceased woman’s sister. She then faxed a copy of the fraudulent will as proof, expressing frustration that the ex was being an asshole in refusing to release the belongings to her. The nosey neighbor eagerly agreed to assist, expressing how disrespectful the ex had been to the memory of his deceased wife by bringing other women into her home. Brooke tried to ignore the feeling of betrayal. After all, she was dead to him and had also allowed another man to have her in the way her own husband had not. Not that it had been her fault, but still…

A moving crew was immediately arranged to pick up the items after the ex had left for work the following morning. She had sent the old lady the description of where she had hidden a spare key along with a copy of the will. The movers were also given a copy, along with a specific listing of the items for pickup. To complete the appearance of legitimacy, she included detailed descriptions of each item and false copies of purchase receipts that listed her former name. She also made certain that no return address or contact information for the false beneficiary was listed. Except for the final delivery, a process that took four different storage sites and five different movers, the ex had no evident paper trail or any means to locate her.

Brooke was pleased with the cleverness she demonstrated in obtaining her belongings and with the knowledge that her ex would be without the comfort of a fully furnished home. She felt positively giddy as she watched the house take on a whole new warmth as each piece of furniture was revealed.

“Is that the bed frame?” Collin asked.

Brooke nodded. “Hand-carved four poster. Beautiful, huh?”

“Yeah… where did you find this stuff, Brooke? It looks hand made.”

“It is! Amish country. The best in the world in my opinion. I fell in love with this design when I lived in Harrisburg and have always wanted a chance to decorate in this style.”

Collin looked at her with a frown. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about. There is a nice leather couch that would go great in your office. Would you be willing to put your ugly couch in the basement? I also need some help in unwrapping the dishes.”

Brooke glanced nervously over her shoulder as Collin stood, arms crossed, and stared at her. She reminded herself that part of his secret powers was to elicit a confession by pretending he knew something he did not. She forced a smile and hummed happily as she rubbed orange oil into the wood grain, pretending that the glower from across the room was directed towards a lone spider and not at her.

After the movers had left, Brooke ran upstairs to arrange the bedroom. The bed frame had been reassembled and placed where they had put their mattress. Brooke toppled on top of the freshly made bed and closed her eyes, content at last.