Slammed (22 page)

His hand slid around her hip, dipped to her pussy and his fingers settled over her clit, rubbing in small circles.

She cried out.

That was just what she needed, just where she needed it, sensations twisting up inside her once more, every plunge of his cock inside her sending sparks sliding through her veins, illuminating her from the inside out, setting every nerve ending on fire. Noises slid helplessly from between her lips, formless sounds of pleasure and delight. “Dylan! God, Dylan…”

“Look at me.” He growled out the words as he tugged her hair again, lifting her head. The image in the mirror was surreal, erotic and beautiful, sexy and sensual, her face glowing, her eyes hazy and lost in sensation, her lips parted and gleaming wetly in the low light. Dylan’s face behind her had tightened into taut lines of near agony as he held back his release until she had hers.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Oh yes…” His fingers worked magic on her clit, and as he hit the exact right spot with his fingers and with his cock, she exploded, a storm of lightning blinding her vision, thunder in her ears, waves and waves of bliss pouring over her like the ocean, endless and immersive and powerful. She cried out once more, her forehead landing on her forearms as Dylan pumped into her again, again, and…

“Fucking hell,” he yelled and pulled out.

Her head jerked up as she tried to rise, but he held her down with a hand on her upper back while liquid heat spread over her lower back.

“Shit,” he muttered moments later, his taut body relaxing a little behind her. “I know it’s too late, but we forgot the fucking condom
again
.”

Dylan sucked big gulps of air into his straining lungs and gazed down at the semen on Brooke’s back. Jesus Christ, what was the matter with him? He never fucking forgot protection, and now he had with Brooke how many times? And pulling out like that was so stupid, with his semen still on her thighs from the first time he’d nailed her up against the wall.

He closed his eyes. He was a risk taker, always had been, but never with sex. Getting a girl pregnant had always been one of his biggest fears. He valued his freedom more than anything, and if having a kid wasn’t the fastest way to lose that and get tied down, he didn’t know what was.

Looking down at her back, also rising and falling with her still labored breathing, with his seed splashed there was goddamn hot.

“Now we really need to clean you up,” he murmured, reaching for a box of tissues on the end of the dresser. He wiped her back mostly clean and dropped the tissues into a waste basket, then turned her into his arms and picked her up. With a gasp she grabbed his shoulders.

“Dylan!”

He headed toward a door that looked like it might be a bathroom and sure enough, it was. “We need to shower,” he said, lowering her feet to the small rug on the tile floor. He started to reach for the light switch then paused. Instead of turning the light on, he left the door open and some illumination filtered in.

Once again they were both reflected in the big mirror above the vanity, the lines and curves of their bodies shadowy. He reached into the shower and cranked it on, barely taking his eyes off Brooke. “You okay?” he asked, setting his hands on her shoulders.

“Yes.” She met his eyes and gave him a rueful smile. “I know I should be pissed off and worried, but I’m not. I mean, it’s both our faults. And…” One slender shoulder lifted beneath his hand. “It’ll be okay.”

He nodded. “Brooke…we should talk about it.”

She shook her head. “You don’t need to remind me that you’re leaving. I know what your life is like.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.” He searched her face with his eyes. “If anything happens…fuck it, if you get pregnant, I’ll be there for you. Fuck the tour. Whatever you want or need from me, you’ll have it.”

He said that without even a hint of terror that should have accompanied such words. He meant it. And with a strange sense of Zen, he felt completely calm about it and completely protective of Brooke.

She nodded slowly. “Okay.” She swallowed. Steam began to fill the small room and he turned her by the shoulder toward the bathtub. She stepped in and he followed, pulling the curtain behind him.

In the small space, nearly dark with the shower curtain blocking much of what little light came in the bathroom, he positioned them beneath the pouring water, facing each other. With both hands he tipped her head back a little to wet her hair, and she closed her eyes. He pushed his fingers into her hair, dragged them down through the soaked strands and reached for a bottle of shampoo sitting on a corner shelf.

He took his time soaping up her hair then rinsing it. She handed him the conditioner and he worked that into her hair, loving the way it slicked up the strands and made them slip through his fingers. Then he washed her body, using a big pink puff and lots of sudsy body wash that made her body gleam. He watched rivulets of water and bubbles trace their way over her chest, her breasts, down her stomach, collect in the small patch of dark hair. He turned her to face away from him and scrubbed her back, then down between her legs so gently. When he was done he gathered her up in his arms once more and pulled her back against him, pressing his face to her wet hair and breathing in the tropical scent that surrounded them.

His hands slid over wet skin, smooth and sleek, cupping her breasts, her throat. She gave a low moan and his dick twitched. Christ. He was fucking insatiable around her.

She picked up the puff where he’d hung it and used it on him, dragging it over his shoulders and chest, down his abs to his crotch, and then she abandoned the puff and used soapy hands to wash his cock and balls, sliding her hands between his thighs, up into the crease of his ass, and heat surged through his body.

“You’re getting hard again already,” she murmured, looking down where she held him and rubbed him.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “What do you expect when you touch me like that?” He slapped one palm on the shower wall and held her hip with the other.

“I can’t do it standing up again,” she said, smiling. “My legs are still weak. You have to wait until we’re in bed.”

He grinned. “If I must.”

They toweled off, watching each other with heated, admiring gazes, and tumbled naked into her bed. It wasn’t the biggest bed, queen-sized he guessed, but the sheets were silky soft and smelled like Brooke, and stretching out in it with her pressed against him, skin to skin, from knee to chest, felt so damn awesome it took his breath away.

He kissed her, holding her damp hair, and this time they took it slow, with lots of long, leisurely kisses, sliding tongues and nipping teeth. Their hands moved over each other, exploring, stroking, eliciting soft moans and sweet sighs. He loved touching her, tasting her, breathing in the scent of her. His cock thickened and lengthened yet again, and his body pulsed with arousal, but he ignored it and focused on kissing and tasting her everywhere.

“Mmm. Hold on.” He hated to interrupt but this time he had to make sure she was protected, so he rolled out of bed. Jesus, his pants were still lying in a heap in the hall. He dug through them to find his wallet and the one condom he had in there, then returned to the bedroom, depositing the condom on the bedside table close at hand. Because they
were
going to need it.

He moved over her, kissed her breasts, sucked on her nipples, loving how they tightened and lengthened against his tongue. He rubbed his face on her curves then dragged his tongue down the center of her abdomen. He nuzzled her stomach, brushed his fingers over the dark curls, then parted her thighs and moved between them. Her body quivered beneath his hands, and he pushed her legs up and back. She was beautiful there, so damn pretty, glistening pouty folds, and he leaned in to kiss her there too. He pressed soft kisses to one side then the other and then licked a long, luscious line up one soft-as-a-cloud plump lip, and then down the other. He pressed a closed-mouth kiss over her clit and she moaned, her hands coming to his head.

“So sweet,” he murmured, slipping his hands beneath her ass to lift her up to his hungry mouth. “God, I want to eat you up like candy.” He licked again, letting his tongue go deeper, finding the arousal that melted out of her. Her fingers tangled in his hair and tugged. He opened his mouth and sucked soft flesh into a suckling kiss, feasting on her, tonguing her deeper and deeper.

“Dylan…please…” Her hips moved with need, and he knew what she wanted, where she wanted to be touched, licked, sucked, but he smiled against her soft skin as he tormented her longer by taking his time, filling himself with her taste and scent, pleasuring both of them with long licks and gentle nibbles. He used his teeth on her taut thighs, slid a finger inside her, letting her hungry body close around him and squeeze.

He licked her taste off his lips as he watched his finger slide in and out then added another finger, and another, pumping his hand in and out of her pussy while she groaned and twitched. He lifted her higher so he could see all of her, including the tiny star of her anus. Heat flashed beneath his skin at the thought of doing her there. He wanted that, fuck yeah, but not this time. Still…they could play there…and he lubed up his thumb with her cream and rubbed over the opening.

She gasped, hips lifting even higher off the bed. “Dylan…”

“It’s okay, baby.” He teased her there a little more, her body tightening as she gave soft little whimpers. “Just playing here. It’s okay.”

He slicked up a little more of her feminine liquid and this time pressed in, not too far…just a little…

“God!”

Now. He bent his head again and kissed her pretty pussy, found her clit with his mouth and kissed it again, licked around it and around it…and then over it. Her cry echoed in his ears, but he lost himself in the pleasure of pleasing her, licking her clit over and over as her body trembled and constricted, clamping down on his fingers in her pussy and his thumb in her ass. And when he felt she was getting close, he opened his mouth and sucked the tiny bud into his mouth. It hardened and swelled against his tongue and he sucked firmly as she came apart beneath him.

“Sweet Jesus,” she gasped. “God, Dylan.”

“Mmm. Good, baby?”

“So good…so good…” Her head tossed and turned on the pillow and satisfaction swelled inside him at giving that to her. He moved over her again, kissing his way back up her body all the way to her mouth while he extended a hand and groped around for the condom he’d set there.

“One sec, babe,” he muttered, rising up onto his knees to roll the latex on, and then he came down over her again and pushed his throbbing cock inside her. Her body closed around him, so fucking hot, so tight, still pulsing from her orgasm. He grunted as sensation wrapped around his cock and sparks slid up his spine. He wanted this to last, this time, he really did, but pressure built inside him, fast and dark. The condom helped, a little, made him miss the erotic sensation of being bare inside her, but even so, the feeling of fucking her was sublime, and he moved in her clinging body.

Her hands held onto his shoulders, gripping him then sliding across them to his biceps, back to his chest, moving all over him and making his skin prickle everywhere. When she brushed over his nipples, he jolted at the flash of sensation, and when her hands slid into his hair and scraped across his scalp, pleasure poured over him in waves.

“Fuck, I need you,” he gasped. “Brooke…need you.”

“I know,” she whispered and he kissed her mouth again. “I know.”

She moved beneath him, lifting her knees, hooking her ankles behind him as he drove into her, again and again, fucking her hard, and when she cried out and said, “Harder!” he
loved
that and hammered into her. His skin buzzed, his balls drew up tight, grinding against her body, the base of his spine burning. He growled as his body tightened, his consciousness narrowing to her, just her, there beneath him, not only taking what he was giving her but giving it back with fierce pleasure. She lifted her hips against him, meeting every stroke, and goddammit she came again with a long, soft wail, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails giving him stinging bites of pleasure. His body lost it, roared toward the peak, crazed for that ultimate satisfaction, and then he came too with a blinding surge of ecstasy, fire rushing down his spine and out his cock.

His grunts and groans of pleasure were loud and unstoppable, and he was only vaguely aware of them above the pounding of his blood in his ears and the surge of pleasure that cascaded over his entire body.

Chapter Seventeen

An incredible languor and satisfaction seeped through Dylan’s body, right to his bones, lying there with Brooke in his arms, wrapped up in her limbs and the soft sheets of her bed. Jesus, she was amazing.

She’d been there for him tonight at the wedding, and it hadn’t been so bad with her at his side, even when Matt had got up there and started spouting shit about him being responsible for Matt and Corey being together, reminding him painfully of how that had happened. They were fucking grateful to him, for chrissakes, when what he’d done could have split them apart forever. Guilt had smacked him in the back of the head, remembering how back then, he’d almost wanted that to happen, guilt along with relief that he’d buggered off in time for them to work things out and end up in their happy ever after and the wedding they’d all celebrated today.

Brooke had been there for him all along, really, from the time she’d showed up in Tahiti and pissed him off with her demands that he come back to San Amaro with him, then pushing him to do all this charity stuff that turned out to be not so bad too. Kinda fun. Kinda made him feel like he was doing something worthwhile. And listening to her praise him to others for what he was doing made him feel so damn good, he just wanted to hug her and kiss her and smile like a fool.

Jesus. What kind of sappy shit was he thinking here?

He stroked a hand over her shoulder and upper arm, slowly up and down. Her soft breathing told him she had dozed off, and so she should after going how many rounds with him? She’d come more times than he had, including at the wedding—his dick twitched remembering how hot and wicked that had been—and if he was exhausted, she must be too.