Brooke & Ben: Before Fate Interrupted (18 page)

Brooke tilted her
head back and let the water rush over her face, massaging herself into a warm frenzy,
inhaling deep breath of air. She could still remember that big hard cock of his
grinding against her down there, loosening her up for its punishing size. Two
fingers slipped inside. She grabbed a breast and squeezed, stifling a groan
that nearly broke free. Her fingers worked faster, rubbing circles into her
flesh, her legs beginning to shake.

A knock at the
door startled her. Before she could reply the door cracked open.

“I bet you could
use some more soap.”

She turned her
back to the fuzzy outline coming through the fog and tried to slow her
breathing. “No, I’m fine.”

“Well, here’s
another bar just in case.”

“There’s already
a bar…”

The door clicked
open and his hand slipped inside the swirling mist.

“Thank you,” she
said, taking the soap while covering herself with her arms.

His hand stayed
behind, like it was watching her.

“Okay, you can
go now,” she said, using her back as a shield. When he didn’t respond, she looked
over her shoulder to see him peeking through the crack in the door.

She splashed
water onto his face. “Shut the door, you pervert!”

“You need me to
get your back?” he asked, scanning every inch of her glistening body.

“No! Close the
door!”

Ben did the exact
opposite and opened it wider. “What’s that? Couldn’t hear you over the water.”

Her eyes snagged
on the pitched tent in his sweats. The need in her gut whined for attention. “Why
do you have a boner?”

He looked down. “I
don’t.”

“You do.”

“I do not.”

“Then what’s
this?” She seized the tent pole in his pants, instantly soaking his sweats.

“What’s what?”

She yanked down
his elastic waistband. His erection popped free and bounced in the steam like a
Chinatown dragon float. It pointed at her and her heart fluttered in her chest.
“This!” she said, unable to stop herself from throttling it with both hands.

“Whoa!” He
laughed. “Where’d that come from?”

She stroked him
as he slipped out of his sweats and stepped into the shower with her. They faced
each other, the shower head basking them in a warmness that couldn’t match the
heat in their eyes.

He kissed her,
sending his tongue into her mouth to explore. She kissed him back before pulling
away and looking down. His cock made her hands look so small it stole her
breath. She grabbed the soap and lathered him up, letting her fingers run
across his slippery body while he did the same. They were like teenagers whose
parents were on vacation, the house all to themselves. She soaked Ben in like
it was the first time all over again. They washed each other with their eyes
doing the talking and his boner poking her in the stomach.

With a quick
move, he spun her around and bent her over. Brooke rested a foot on a built-in
bench to give him better access as the water beat against her back. She cried
out when he slipped inside of her without warming, closing her eyes and letting
water rush into her mouth.

Ben grabbed her by
the hips and eased all of the way in.

“Oh yeah,” she
moaned, hanging her head and staring at the water circling down the drain
between their feet.

It didn’t take
long for the sound of skin slapping against skin to fill the shower, fueling
Brooke’s passionate cries. He reached around and found her clitoris as he
thrust in and out, her boobs crashing together like Newton’s Cradle.

Ben took greedy
pumps, water dripping from his nose onto her back. Brooke gasped for air,
already on the verge of crumbling like a virgin schoolgirl. He pinched her
nipple with one hand and massaged her clit with the other, feeding her fire
while sparing no expense with his cock. He gave her every inch, over and over
again.

She pressed
against the wall to keep her head from crashing into it. “Ben,” she panted,
glancing back at him. “Oh, Ben!”

He straightened
up and planted his hands on her hips again, sinking his fingers deep into her
flesh, a look of rage distorting his face.

She bit her lip,
everything a shaky blur now. It had never been like this before and she needed
just a little more to get her through the rough night ahead. Her hair hanged
nearly to the floor. She bit down harder on her lip.

“You feel so
good, Brooke,” he said, pumping faster. “I can’t hold out much…”

Brooke curled
her toes and cried out as an earth shattering orgasm rippled through her. Her
muscles constricted around his pulverizing hard-on. Blood dripped from her lip
to the floor where water washed the crimson drops down the drain in a
counterclockwise swirl.

Ben yelled out her
name and exploded inside of her, morphing his breakneck speed into a series of
jerky thrusts. He slowed his roll, emptying himself into her with pulsating
bursts that seemed to fill the shower with blasts of bright light. He bent over
and rested against her back, kissing her on the neck. Brooke struggled for
breath and pressed against him, not ready for him to withdraw just yet.

She wiped water
from her face and glanced over her shoulder. “I said I didn’t need any soap.”

“Sorry,” he
grinned. “I couldn’t hear you over the water.”

After a few more
seconds, she used her butt to push him away and turned to face him. She stared
up into his big browns. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Do what?”

She looked down
to his wilting boner and grabbed it. “This.”

He lifted her
chin with two fingers and directed her eyes and lips back to his. They kissed,
the water rushing over them, hearts beating as one. He pulled back and stared into
her green eyes, swimming in them for a little while longer, caressing her cheek
with his thumb.

“I love you.”

Her heart jumped
into her throat. She blinked the water from her eyes and exited the shower.

The water
stopped and the silence between them became as thick as the steam fogging the
mirror. Ben watched her hurriedly towel off for a moment and then stepped out
of the shower. Brooke refused to notice the way water dripped from his slick
body in dew-like drops. Just like she had imagined it would. She refused to
care whether his cock was still huge or not because this had just crossed a
line and taking it any further would be unfair to both of them. Ultimately, with
Ben in the picture, there would be no room for her family and friends and that
wasn’t an option. There was still a chance, however small, to make things right.
But not with him in her life.

Brooke threw her
clothes on, dried Mornay sauce and all.

“Listen, I…”

She shook her
head, dripping water onto the floor. “Don’t.”

“Do you want
some shorts and a shirt?”

She stole a
glance at him she didn’t want but kept just the same. “I should go.”

He spread his
palms, his manhood dangling between his legs like a stallion. “Go where?”

“I’m sorry.” She
pulled her jeans up with a quick hop. “This was a mistake.”

Ben couldn’t
help but laugh. “If that was a mistake I’d love to see what you get right.”

Her bra snapped
into place.

“Come on,” he
said, resting his hands on his hips, his glistening tattoos brighter than ever
before. “You don’t have to leave.”

“Yes I do,” she
said, pulling her work shirt back on.

He pulled her
against his naked body, wetting her clothes and searching her upturned face.
“No, you don’t.”

She stared up at
him, wishing things were different and knowing they weren’t. “I’m sorry but I’m
not picking you over my family.”

“I didn’t ask
you to.”

Brooke lowered
her voice. “Let – me - go.”

He released her
and watched her storm out of the bathroom, hair dripping water onto the floor.

Brooke
straightened her shirt while she walked, slipped into her shoes and snatched her
purse.

“Can’t you have
both?”

She stopped with
her hand on the front doorknob, afraid to face him. Afraid the sight of his
beautiful face and those puppy dog eyes would change her mind and she couldn’t take
that chance. There were a million guys out there but only one her parents would
never accept. Never forgive.

“Hello?” he
said, stirring her from her thoughts.

She leaned her head
against the door and exhaled a tired breath. Water dripped from her hair onto
her shoes. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,”
he said, sounding closer. “You’re scared and I understand that but we can figure
this out.”

She finally bit the
bullet and turned around, putting her back to the door and thankful to see he
had wrapped himself in a blue towel. Despite that, she could feel her resolve
begin to weaken. “They will never understand.”

“You don’t know
that!” he barked, making her flinch.

“You don’t know
them!”

 
“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t,” he
whispered.

“I wish things
were different. I really do.”

He stepped
closer.

Her hand found
the knob behind her back.

“You’ll only be
hurting yourself.”

She shook her
head, the tenderness in his voice bringing a tear down her cheek. “I don’t
care.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No.”

He took her hand
and she opened the door. He leaned against it and slammed it shut, lips
hovering just above hers. “Stay.”

She stared into his
haunting gaze, unable to look away. “No.”

His fingers lightly
stroked her cheek.

She closed her
eyes, caught in his web of persuasion, her will melting away with each tender
stroke. “No.”

“Yes.”

Her eyes cracked
open and he sharpened his defiant gaze, his warm scent making her legs heavy. “Fine.”

He blinked
blankly, his heart beating loud enough for both of them to hear. “Seriously?”

“Happy now, Ron
Jeremy?” She slipped past him and set her purse down, too tired to argue about
it a second longer, let alone drive.

“You’ll
seriously stay?”

“Where’m I
supposed to go this late anyway?”

An easy smile
slipped across his unshaven cheeks. “I knew you wouldn’t leave.”

Her eyes bulged
from their sockets. “You did not!”

“Oh, I knew.”

“You were about
to cry when I grabbed that doorknob!”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“I heard your
voice crack,” she said. “That whole -
you’ll
only be hurting yourself
– thing. You almost started crying.”

“I think you
love me.”

She threw her
head back and laughed. “You’re the one who’s always stalking me everywhere I
go.”

“No, that was
fate trying to tell us something.”

“Yeah, to turn
and run.”

He stared back
at her, expressionless. “Maybe you should leave after all.”

“Too late,
buttercup, you’re stuck with me now.”

He swept her up
in his arms and swam in her eyes before laying a soft, wet kiss on her lips. Her
resolve withered. She wrapped her arms around his muscular neck and pulled him
close, cursing herself while interlocking tongues for a period of time that
could never be enough.

Ben picked her
up and spun her around before gently setting her back down.

She ran her
fingers over his scruff. “Better be careful or I just might put some of my
stuff in the bathroom.”

“Admit it,
freckles, when I’m right, I’m right.”

“That’s the
problem, this whole thing is
wrong
.”
She broke free from him and dropped onto the couch, folding one leg beneath
her. “But I’m on a roll with making bad decisions lately, so why stop now?” She
massaged her temples, exhaustion catching up to her once again. “And quit
calling me
freckles
! I don’t have a
single freckle.”

He sat down next
to her on the couch, the look in his eyes warming her heart. “You know this
isn’t a bad decision.”

“You really do
live in a fantasy world, don’t you?”

“Everything is
going to be fine with your parents.”

“I don’t know,”
she said. “You should’ve seen the looks on their faces. They’re pissed about
what I did to Mandy and even more pissed I lied to them about it.” She turned
to face him. “But I think my dad is extra pissed because…”

“Because what?”

“Because he
really liked you.”

Ben swallowed
hard. “We’re going to fix everything - your family and friends - all of it. I
promise.”