Redemption (Book 3) The Fixer Series (6 page)

"I know," I whispered, running my fingers through his thick, brown hair.
  I gave him a soft kiss, our tongues slowly making love to each other.  I reached down and untied the drawstring on his sweat pants and gently gave them a tug. 

I knew that bending still hurt him, so I broke the kiss once more
, and pulled his sweats all the way down and instructed him to step out.  Then, I slowly removed his black boxer briefs.  His cock sprang to life and I knew in that moment, he was exactly what I wanted. 

I
dropped to my knees and slowly kissed my way up his left thigh and stopped when I reached his sack.  I ran my tongue slowly over his family jewels before taking his cock in my mouth, my pussy dripping wet with anticipation.   

I slowly ran my tongue up and down each delicious inch of him, remembering what it was like before I'd been taken.  He let out a slight groan and I knew he wasn't going to last long as he began to swell in my mouth. 

"Brooke," he panted.  "Stop.  You want me inside of you, don't you, baby?" he asked, lifting my head and looking into my eyes.  "Tell me you want me as much as I want you." 

I stood and pressed myself against his
muscled, naked body.  "Yes.  Let me love you."  A slight smile formed in the corner of his lips.  "Oh, Cowboy, you have no idea what you're in store for."

"I'm willing to take my chances," he said, reaching down
inserting a finger and moving it around, bringing every nerve inside to life.  I pressed my lips together and let out a moan.   

"You like that,
don't you, baby?"  I nodded in between moans.  "I know you do.  Your pussy is dripping wet, and begging me to fuck it with my tongue.  Tell me, Brooke, do you want me to tongue fuck your pussy?"

"Yes!
" I whispered. "Please."

"Lay on the bed, so I can spread you open and see how beautiful you are."
  I did as he said.  I never could say
no
when it came to Dylan.  "Mmm, look at you.  Gorgeous and just the way I remember, wet and swollen.  I could stand here all day and look at you like this.  But right now, I'm hungry and I'm gonna eat."

His strong fingers caressed the inside of my thigh, sending chills throughout my body.
  "Yes," I whimpered.  His fingers slowly spread me open, his tongue gently stroking, teasing my folds.  My hand fisted in his hair as I fought to bring his tongue deeper  into me.  He stopped and I cried, "
No."

Then
, he went in for the kill.  His tongue was full of skill, just as I'd remembered.   I started to climax as the memory enhanced the feeling.  I wasn't going to last long, and then he sucked hard, rubbing his tongue over my clit as my body arched.  I came hard and fast as he continued kissing, licking and sucking.   I didn't want him stop.  The sensation was intoxicating.  I rubbed my hands softly over my nipples adding to the euphoria.  I arched and came again, this time loudly. 

Dylan stopped, then stood, pulling me to the edge of the bed.
  He grabbed himself in his hand, slowly stroking and teasing me with his rock-hard cock.  He entered me slowly, not giving me all of him at first, then pulled out.  He entered again, and I felt completely full.  I could feel his love for me consuming me, both physically and emotionally.  He threw his head back and closed his eyes as we began to move with each other, and he was driving me over the edge with each delicious stroke.  His head began rubbing on that delectable spot, deep inside of me, spurring me on to fuck him faster.  I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted him deep and hard. 

He briefly pulled out, sticking two fingers inside and then re-entered.  He placed them both in my mouth and instructed me to suck as he began fucking me faster.
  "Taste yourself, baby.  See how good you are?  Your pussy was made just for me.  Now open your eyes, Brooke.  I need to see your face while you scream my name."

I did as he commanded, watching his face and the expression he made when he was just about to fill me full.  He pumped into me faster, gave a groan,
then spilled everything he had inside of me. 

I stared into his beautiful blue eyes as he pulled out.  I quickly stood up and regrett
ed that move as baby batter ran down my leg.  Dylan 's eyes widened, "That's so fucking hot, Brooke!  Don't move." 

I didn't.
  I just stood there with that shit running down my leg as Dylan left the room.  He quickly returned with a washcloth and began cleaning where the stream had been trailing down my inner thigh.  Looking up, he said, "I know you don't like that, but damn, it was turning me on."

"Dylan, everything turns you on," I giggled.

"When it comes to you, you're damn right, it does.  You would be wise to remember that, always.  You're the only one for me.  I meant it when I said, your pussy was made for me.  It wasn't just sex talk."       

When he was done, we both stood, our naked bodies touching one another and holding each other.   I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed, as I knew he needed rest.  He pulled me
close and fell asleep.  I remained awake for a long time, watching him sleep until finally, I relaxed enough to find my own restful slumber.   

CHAPTER 6

Brooke

The flight home was long
, and I was nervous to be returning to a life that I'd been away from for so long.  My memory had returned, but I felt anxious, because I knew there were things that I was still hiding from Dylan.  Things that I wasn't sure I was ready to share with him, just yet. 

I should have been excited to see my mother, but again, I didn't know what I'd say once I saw her.  It was all so overwhelming and
I wasn't convinced that I'd ever be the same woman I was before I'd been kidnapped. 

It's true what they say about how events in your life shape a person.  I was no exception.  I was no longer timid, naive Brooke.  My eyes had been opened to an entirely different way of life.  O
ne that I believed only happened in other parts of the world.  It was always easier to hear about those things on the news or on a evening drama, because you could shut them out and pretend they didn't really exist. 

My hell was just beginning, as I had no choice but to reli
ve the events of the past year...day by day.  I was suddenly very quiet as I looked out the window as the plane landed.  It felt weird to be home, like it was now some foreign land. 

Dylan took my hand in his,
"How are you feeling?" 

"A little nervous."

"That's to be expected.  You haven't been here in almost a year.  I'm sure everyone is anxious to see you.  If it makes you feel better, I haven't been home in almost a year, either.  Tristan and I stayed at the castle in Ireland and worked from there."

"You did?"

"Yes.  I wasn't going to leave until I found you, and since that was the last place we were together, well...that's where I felt closest to you."

"Dylan, that's...just, well...really sweet."
  He always did render me speechless when he said such things.  I think deep down, Dylan was a hopeless romantic. 

"I love you, Brooke."

"I love you, too."

The plane came to a stop and we exited the plane on the tarmac at Denver International Airport.  The air was cool and springtime in Colorado was in the air.  The
end of April was always chilly as it often snowed, but this day was sunny and warm.  It was a nice feeling.  We all piled into the limo that had been waiting for us and headed to our penthouse in the city. 

I took notice of the mountains as we headed down Pena Boulevard.  They looked unusually close, as if you could drive into them.  Of course that wasn't the case, since they were miles away.  Everything was beginning to turn green, flowers were blooming
, but the mountains, they were so majestic with their sheer size and the snow that still sat upon the tops. 

The car was quiet, almost too quiet.
  I moved closer to Dylan and asked, "How much longer before we're there?"

He put his arm around me.  "We're still about twenty
minutes out, Princess."

"It's weird
, you know?  Returning to a place that use to be so familiar, but isn't, anymore."

"
I know," he whispered.  "I feel the same way.  We'll get back into the swing of things once were settled at home."

Stephanie's phone chimed, causing me to jump.  The silence in the car was deafening.
  "It's Mom, Brooke.  She says she excited to see you and that she and Dylan's mom are at the penthouse waiting for you two."

"Looking forward to it," I said, leaning
further back into the seat crossing my arms.  I looked out the window, once again, trying to think of what I would say to my mother when I saw her again.  I knew it was going to be a shock to her, since I didn't look myself, anymore. 

"Has anyone heard from Thomas?" I asked, wondering if the asshole would be awaiting my arrival home, so he could spew nasty things at me
, once more.

Tristan looked over at Dylan, then Stephanie.  No one said a word.

"Well?"  I prodded, once more.

Finally, Tristan had the stones to step up and answer.
  "I doubt he'll be there, Brooke.  Seems he went missing shortly after your disappearance was made public." 

"Do any of you have an idea of where he might be hiding out?"

"We suspect he's left the country," Tristan said, taking Stephanie's hand in his.    

"Good.  I hope he stays gone and away from me
, forever," I muttered under my breath. 

"I'm glad he's gone too," Stephanie said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. 

Well now, that was weird,
I thought to myself. 
Since when does Stephanie not want to see Thomas?  She was always a daddy's girl and right now, I can't stop thinking about what a fucktard he was to me my entire life.  How the hell could my sister possibly understand what I went through?

The closer we made our way to the penthouse, the angrier I became.  I couldn't control the emotions that were surging through me.  It was as if I hated everyone around me.  I was confused, I'd never been a hateful person.  I wanted to lash out at my sister, and tell her how I really felt about her relationship with Thomas.  And Dylan and Tristan, what the hell was their game?  Was my kind, loving husband still involved with his
fixing
bullshit?  I needed to rectify things with him, and soon.  If he was going to continue down this path, then I was out. 

The driver pulled up to the keypad of the penthouse.  It was a place where I once found refuge from my ex-lover, Stefan.  I
t was a time when I believed Dylan could keep me safe from all of the evils of the world, a place where I fell madly and deeply in love with him. 

I stepped out of the car and didn't take Dylan's waiting hand.  I wanted to get the introductions with my mother and his mother over with as soon as I could.  I needed time alone.  Time away from everyone that had been hovering over me, and treating me like I was helpless. 

I walked toward the elevator and Dylan followed.  "Is everything okay, Brooke?"

"Fine," I responded, not bothering to look at him.

He reached out and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me back toward his chest.  He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit!  You have been acting like a bitch ever since we got in the car."

"Damn it, Dylan!   I'm tired.  This is a lot to absorb and the last thing I want to do is deal with other people's fucking emotions, when I can't even deal with my own.  Do you fucking understand
, now?"

"I do.  And I told you that we will get through it together.  You have to trust me, Brooke."

The doors opened and we entered the grand foyer of the penthouse.  It was just as I'd remembered and my mother and Rebecca were there, waiting for us. 
Time to put on your fake, happy face Polly Anna, and pretend that everything is just jolly and wonderful,
I thought to myself
.

"Oh, Brooke.  It really is you," my mother said, crying as she hugged me.  "I'm so glad that you're finally home, safe.  How was your trip home, dear?"