Shattered Hart (13 page)

She has no idea.  There is nothing sweet about all the ways I want to take her. 
My eyes never leave her as she walks across t
he room to get her handbag.
 
Stepping into
the hall,
I smile at her as we start to walk to the elevator.  My heart skips a beat and I all but groan when she slides her arm through mine.
She's like a generator, and I feel the shock of her touch everywhere.

Thankfully dinner with my family is lively and allows us all to relax.
 
Something's hovering on the edge of my mind about my brother though, and it's driving me nuts.  I can't figure out what's up with him. 

He's been both unbelievably happy lately and ridiculously grumpy.  Just two weeks ago he bit off my head when I'd suggested that Sabrina would make a good project manager.  I don't know what's going on with him though, because he's always busy lately and I hardly see him outside of work.

Whatever is going on with him doesn't seem to be affecting Sabrina though.  She practically radiates joy and light, even more than usual.  In addition to being his right hand at work,
she's become his best friend, so since
she hasn't said anything about his behavior, I
assume that it's not something major.
He seems fine tonight, and that helps put my mind at ease, at least where he's concerned. 

I can’t dwell on it, because
Brooke's sitting right next to me, and
as usual it's all I can do to concentrate.  It should be illegal to smell as good as she does, to have a voice that draws me in like a sirens song.
  A big part of me suspects that Brooke was sent in to my life
as punishment
for all the terrible things that I did.
What other reason could the universe have for putting a girl that pulls draws me to her like no one else ever has?  It’s torture, pure and simple.

After dinner, we all head off to
see a show at the Mirage.
  Glutton for p
unishment that I am, I made sure when I handed out the tickets that
Brooke would be sitting next to me at the show
. 
I know this is ridiculous
,
but I can't be
ar not to be
near her.

We all head back to the hotel after the show to drop Brooke off because Delilah, Dominique and Spencer decided that they want to go clubbing.  Brooke says that she’s tired, but I can tell that’s a load of crap.  With a smile and a wave, she heads off for the elevators.

After telling my sisters and Spence that I’m going to spend the night in with Brooke, I run after her. 
"Hey.  Are you okay?"

Giving me a smile, she nods
.  "Yes, of course.  Don't tell the others, I just don't feel up to clubbing here after what happened last night."

Of course! How dense am I?  Dammit, this is my fault.  She was put in harm’s way because I’m an asshole.

"I am so fucking sorry that I wasn't there last night sweetheart.  None of this ever would happened if I'd done what I should have and come with you.  I put you in jeopardy with my selfishness."

Shoving at my chest, she
glare
s at me
.  "Stop it.  You aren't responsible for what happened.  I'm the one that made the bad choice of dancing with that fool."

As the elevator arrives, she steps in.
  "Have fun tonight.  I'll see you all in the morning."

Does she really imagine that I’m just going to go off and club for the rest of the night while she stays here?

"Seriously?
  You really thought I was just going to leave you alone?  Obviously, I'm staying here with you.  How about we order some dessert from room service and watch a movie?"

I’m sure she’s going to fight me about this, but I have no intention of leaving her alone.  I’m downright shocked when she just smiles and says,
"That sounds like fun.  Thank you."

Once we’re in Brooke’s suite, we spend a few minutes perusing the room service menu, picking out desserts.   She picks
a slice of chocolate cake and
I get
a black and white milkshake.
  Lord knows I could use the cooling off.

After
I place the order, I head to my room to change. When I get back to Brooke’s suite, I immediately regret suggesting a change to more casual clothing.  She’s
change
d
in to a pair of emerald green silk boxer shorts and a tiny white midriff baring t-shirt
… and it’s clear she isn’t wearing a bra.  It’s not slutty, but I can just make out the faintest impression of her nipples.
 

It takes all of my inner reserves to keep my hands off of her and continue walking to the couch area.  Grabbing the remote, I start going through the on demand channels as we decide what movie to watch.  Eventually we settle on “Paranormal Activity.”

The struggle not to touch her is getting harder by the moment.
Once room service arrives,
I grab on to my milkshake like it’s a lifeline, taking a few large sips in the hopes of cooling the fuck down. 
The effort is
immediately rendered
useless
when
Brooke moans
as she takes a bite of her chocolate cake.

"Oh god Damien, it's so good."

I don’t think there is one ounce of blood anywhere in my body other than my cock. 
Staring
at her luscious lips,
I imagine
her saying that as
she pops her mouth off
my cock
after sucking me,
and I damn near cum right then and there.  When she licks her lips, I feel my dick twitch in my pants.

I’m so out of it that when she holds her fork out to give me a bite, I don’t immediately take it because I’m so busy watching her mouth.  Realizing that I need to take the bite, I lean forward and quickly eat the piece she’s holding out to me. 

Smiling
at me she says
, "Isn't it delicious?"

Is it?  I could be eating sawdust right now and I’m not sure I would notice.
I
t’s all I can do to
nod my head in the affirmative, and even that
comes to a stop when I watch her little tongue come out to lick the fork.

"Mm.
  You left some behind and I don't want to waste any of this."

I’m trying so damn hard to be good, but my brain provides a visual where the fork is my cock and the chocolate is my cum, and it’s all I can do not to throw her to the couch, rip her little silk boxers off,  and
thrust
in to her. 

It’s game over, victory Brooke.  I slide across the couch to her and pull her in to my arms.  I no longer care about right or wrong.  I need her so badly that I don’t think I can go another night without having her. 

Her taste and her scent surround me, drawing me in to her further.  She’s absolute perfection, the embodiment of every fantasy I’ve ever had.  Our kiss is fast, then slow, loving then feral.  I feel as if I’ve just jumped from a plane and then landed in silken comfort. 

I can only moan when she
suck
s
my
tongue
into her mouth. How does she do this to me?  

Pulling back,
I stare at her beautifully flushed face
.  "Baby, y
ou taste better than any fucking cake ever will."

Fisting my
hair in her hands, she throws everything she has in to kissing me.  To say that she’s got skill is a huge understatement.  I hold on for dear life as she
suck
s
on
my
lower lip before biting it. 

"Oh fuck Brooke.  Fuck!"

Any semblance of self-control has left the building. 
Lifting
her
up,
I pull her on top of m
e and arrange her so that she straddles
me.  She’s so hot that I can feel the heat of her through our layers of clothing.  Moaning, she
rub
s
up against
my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the edge
. 
My hands are like steel bars around her waist as I move her against my iron girth, my sole purpose in life to give her as much pleasure as humanly possible. 

I watch through hooded eyes as she rides me, her breathy cries both a gift and a curse. 
Throwing
her
head
back, she cums with a cry.

My
beautiful girl is with me all the way, and I need her so much that
I ache with it.  Standing, I pull her in to my arms. 
"Wrap your legs around me sweetheart."

The walk to the bedroom is made so quickly, it’s as though I floated there. I love carrying her, having her so close to me.
  Laying
her
gently down on the bed,
I cover her body with mine before I return to kissing her, giving little thrusts against her core.

"Damien! Oh Damien!  You feel so damn good."

Do I?  I can’t imagine I feel near as good to her as she does to me. 
One mor
e hard thrust pulls a small scream from her as she violently spasms under me again. 

Now I need her to cum on my tongue.  I need to taste her, to draw her in to my body. 

As I make my way down her body, I pause and look at her. 
"I need to taste you. 
Right now."

The nod she gives me is all the go ahead I need.  Grabbing her silk boxers and her underwear, I pull them off and toss them away.

The first look at her naked sex
damn near has me cumming in my pants like a teenage boy. 
"Oh sweetheart, you're so beautiful."

I can smell how turned on she is, how wet she is.  My eyes gobble up the sight of her drenched sex as well as the clearly visible cream that has leaked out on to her thighs.  Hovering over her, I breathe in as I continue to stare.  My heart swells in my chest as I realize that all of my dreams are about to come true. 

Before I go down the rest of the way, I look up at her
again
. 
"Oh Brooke…you're so perfect that it makes me ache."

"Oh god Damien, I'm going to cum again!"

"Yes, yes you are."

I spread her lips with my thumbs, holding her open for my tongue as I finally get to taste her.  As expected, the taste of her is addictive.  I’ve never been with anyone who turns me on as much as she does, not even close.

"Damien!  Damien!"

Literally hundreds of women have cum under my tongue over the years.  Not one of them ever meant anything to me.  I don’t think I could even pull one of their names out of my head.  For me, there is only Brooke. 

My heart hammers out her name with each beat as I lap up her cream, sliding my tongue in to her soaked crevice as I mimic what I want to do to her with my dick.

"Baby!
 
Your
fucking tongue!" 

I’d have thought it would be impossible to want her more, but the sound of her calling me baby has me damn near insane with lust.
  Never before has an endearment meant so much to me. 

Kissing
my way from her thighs on up, I help her pull her shirt off and then latch onto one of her nipples.  She’s so beautiful, so naked… and she’s all mine.

I lick and nip and suck at her breasts, running my tongue over each nipple again and again before I head back up to her mouth.  Holding her head between my hands, I lick her bottom lip.

"Fuck Brooke.  Just fuck.  You’re making me crazy.  All I can think about is you.”

I hold nothing back, kissing her in a way that leaves no doubt that I’m about to take her.  I groan low in my throat as she wraps her legs around me.  It’s finally happening! My girl is beautifully naked, amazingly responsive and I’m not turning back.  From this moment on, she’s mine.

When I hear the knock at the door, I ignore it at first.  The second time I hear it, I realize
what the sound is, and what it means.  S
omeone from one of our families has to be on the other side.

Jumping off of her I whisper,
“Oh s
hit!”

Brooke and I stare at each other like two deer caught in the headlights as there is another knock at the door.

“Brooke?  Are you in there?”

There is no mistaking the sound of Sabrina’s voice.  A moment later, Brooke’s cell phone rings.  She stares at it until it rings for the third time before answering.  I get right away what her plan is when she makes her voice sound like she’s just woken up.  “Lo?”

I can only hear the one side, but it’s clear that Sabrina was just checking in on her sister.  Sabrina asks Brooke where I am, and Brooke responds that she’d told me she was tired and that I left to go out.  The conversation ends soon after that.