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Authors: Sandra Bunino

BOOK: Brooke's Wish

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Mia closed her eyes and leaned back onto Jackson’s shoulder. The mattress sank and Ty shifted between her legs. Grabbing her ankles, he placed each foot over Jackson’s legs, one at a time.

“How’re you feeling, princess?”

Brooke opened her eyes just enough to see the blurry form of Ty in front of her. “Like I’m in heaven.”

Jackson shifted his legs further apart and Ty’s fingertips traced a fiery path down the insides of her thighs. She sucked in a breath and braced herself for his touch at her aching folds. She waited. He stopped. A whimper emitted from her throat. She was so. Damn. Close.

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch as I taste you for the first time,” he said in the slow southern drawl she was beginning to love. He stroked the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

Brooke opened her eyes wide and held Ty’s stare. Her ass lifted from the mattress as Jackson bent his knees, taking her body with him. Ty’s tongue flitted over the outside of her wet folds and whispered over her clit. She rolled her head back on Jackson’s shoulder. He nudged her back.

“Watch him, sweetheart,” Jackson said as he lazily caressed her breasts.

She regained Ty’s gaze in time to witness his tongue making its way to her channel. Oh. My. God. She could’ve sworn she was floating as she lost her inhibitions to Ty and Jackson. Fingernails scratched at the headboard and she tried to keep her growing animal instincts at bay. The intense desire growing within both scared and excited her. Never had she felt so out of control yet focused.

Ty lapped at her pussy, inching forward with each stroke. He teased his tongue around her clit. Her breaths came short and ragged.

“Let it go. You can’t control everything. Just feel,” Jackson whispered as he nibbled at her ear. That was all she needed to hear.

Ty flicked her engorged clit once with his tongue before clamping his lips around and grazing the nub with his teeth. It was enough to send her spinning over the top. She tried to maintain eye contact but it was a losing battle. Ty and Jackson sent her straight into the tornado of an uncontrollable climax. She moaned deep and throaty, uttering words she knew made no sense. She didn’t care. She let go of her mind and body for those precious and delicious moments. Wave after wave wracked her body until the lingering effects of her contracting inner walls left her satisfied. But she wanted more. So much more and there were two very sexy men ready, willing and oh-so-able to oblige.

As Jackson released the ribbons restraining her wrists, Ty pulled her close and took her mouth hard with his. The taste of her juices on his lips summoned a new rush of moisture to the juncture between her legs. Glad to have the use of her arms, she cupped his stubble-covered cheeks in her hands while their tongues tangled together.

Ty withdrew from their kiss. “I think she’s ready for more, Jax.” He grinned playfully at Brooke and nodded at Jackson.

“Turn around and let me see your gorgeous face,” Jackson said tugging at a lock of her hair.

Brooke flipped around and sat on her heels facing Jackson. Ty’s chest was at her back and his warm breath at her ear.

“I’m going to take you from behind, love. Do you want to take care of my friend or let him watch? It’s up to you,” Ty whispered.

Brooke answered with actions rather than words. She traced the lines of Jackson’s sculpted shoulders and chest with her fingertips until they came together at the top of his abdomen. Admiring the way her pale hands looked against his mocha skin, she couldn’t wait to uncover more of him.

“Lose the pants,” she commanded with raised eyebrows. She turned her head. “Both of you.”

“I’ll bet you say that to all your patients,” Ty said, while wasting no time unzipping his fly.

“Who’s calling the shots now?’ Jackson laughed and unbuckled his belt. “You learn fast, sweetheart.”

Jackson and Ty made quick work of shucking their pants. Ty resumed his position at her back, his cock nestled near the cleft of her ass. She peered down at Jackson’s equipment and gulped for air. His full arousal begged for attention. She took his velvety shaft into her hand and stroked down to meet her other hand cradling his balls. Ty grasped each of her hips and pulled her backwards. She rested her elbows on Jackson’s thigh and she was on her knees, her ass in the air.

Jackson’s scent of soap and masculine arousal filled her nostrils as she took her first taste of his cock. She lapped the glistening bead at his slit then drew circles around the tip with her tongue. Trailing a wet path down his erection to the base of his balls, Jackson groaned and raked his fingers through her hair.

“So good, sweetheart, so good.”

A crinkle and rip from behind made her wiggle in anticipation of Ty’s sheathed cock plunging deep into her wet pussy.

“Take him all the way and you will be rewarded,” Ty said huskily.

She hollowed her cheeks and sank her mouth low on Jackson’s cock as Ty thrust into her pussy. He filled her perfectly. Her inner walls tightened in appreciation over his girth.

“Fuck, Brooke. You feel so good, don’t stop.”

Her lips formed a smile around Jackson’s cock at Ty’s plea. As her lips traveled up and down on Jackson, Ty moved in tandem from behind. Brooke closed her eyes and savored the feeling of two cocks in her at the same time. Ty’s breath blew ragged behind her and his finger found her clit. Jackson kept a tight control on her movement with his grasp on her hair. His raspy gasps intertwined with Ty’s husky moans. It was intoxicating. She grazed Jackson’s balls with her fingernails right before pulsing heat hit the back of her throat and Jackson’s groans filled her ears.

Ty’s hand clamped down hard on her clit sending her closer to the edge.

Jackson cupped her cheeks in his massive palms.

“I want to watch you lose control,” Jackson said and brushed the hair from her face.

“Come for me, darlin’. Now,” Ty’s command pushed her over the top. Her walls clamped down on his pulsing cock, milking his come into the latex barrier. She moaned his name and collapsed into Jackson’s arms. Ty leaned on his arms on either side of her. His uneven breath blew at the side of her face.

“You alright, princess?”

“Perfect. Simply perfect,” she said sleepily.

Chapter Twelve

Brooke wheeled her suitcase to the door and left it for the bellman. Taking one last look around, her gaze came to rest at the Playroom door. She stopped herself from entering and recapturing just a little piece of the pleasure from the night before. She’d bet her next paycheck it still smelled like sex. No. She allowed herself a diversion and it was time to reenter reality stronger and more confident than when she left it. What happened in the Playroom did more for her than a year’s worth of therapy.

She smiled at the thought and answered the knock at the door.

“My bag is—oh.”

She was shocked to see Ty standing in front of her instead of the bellman she’d expected. He was clean-shaven and wearing a worn pair of jeans and a casual button down shirt.

“Hey,” he said and handed her a single red rose. “I would’ve brought you a dozen but thought you’d have a hard time bringing them on the plane.”

“Thank you,” she said. Her fingers grazed his when she reached for the rose. An image of his hands on her body flashed through her mind. She cleared her throat. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“We dozed off together last night. Jax and I thought it was best to leave while you slept and avoid any weird discomfort but I couldn’t let you leave without seeing you again.”

Brooke moved to the side to let him walk past toward the sofa. She checked out his ass when he walked by
.
Dam
n
.
She sat next to him and he took her hand.

“We’re cut from the same cloth, you know. You and me,” Ty said.

“Meaning?”

“We’re driven and successful in our careers but slightly relationship challenged. I’ll just cut to the chase here, Brooke. I want to see you again.”

Brooke took a deep breath. “Ty, I’m not ready for all of that.” She waved her hand toward the Playroom door. “It was amazing but it’s not me.”

Ty let go of her hand, leaned his elbows on his knees and looked straight ahead. He spoke slowly. “I don’t know how to explain this so you’ll believe me, but that isn’t me either. If it were, I would’ve had a true Dom/sub scene with you. I would’ve given you what you asked for on paper. I knew it wasn’t what you really needed. Jax and I fought about it all day. I almost didn’t let him in with us.”

“Why did you?”

Ty turned to face her. “I saw how you looked at that threesome the night in the lounge. You wanted it and at some point I know you would’ve had it. Maybe not this weekend, but you would’ve been back. It was the only way for me to have some control of the situation while satisfying your fantasy.”

Brooke let out a deep breath. “Damn it, Ty. I wanted you and I thought the only way to have you was with Jackson.”

“What made you think that?” He asked and sat back on the sofa.

“The other night in the bar. You said you set up scenes with Jackson because you didn’t like to get involved.”

“Jax said that.”

“Yes, but you didn’t disagree.”

Ty chuckled once and ran his hands through his hair. “No. I guess I didn’t. Fuck. It killed me to watch you with Jax.”

“Really?” Brooke smiled. “It was wonderful with you and Jackson. You helped me fulfill a fantasy, Ty. But that’s not what I want. It’s not what I need.”

Ty casually slung his arm over the sofa and caressed her shoulder. “This may sound crazy but I think we could be good together. Just. Us. What do you think? I’m in St. Louis every few weeks and phone sex is very underrated,” he said with a wink.

Brooke giggled and reached for him.

“We’ll never know if it can work unless we give it a try. I can’t say good-bye to you, Brooke.” He drew her into his chest and Brooke inhaled his familiar scent.

He kissed her long and hard. But instead of the forceful sex-filled kiss from the night before, this was different. It was more sensual and laden with a promise of things to come.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride to the airport.” He stood and helped her off the sofa. “Unless—
”

Brooke searched his eyes.

“Unless you want to stay a few extra days in New York and spend Christmas with me.”

She smiled. “That sounds like the perfect holiday,” Brooke answered and led him to the bedroom.

The End

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