I hated to say it, but she did. Her perfectly done hair and makeup were a mess. The dazed and sexually satisfied expression on her face was hard to interpret as anything else. Brook rolled onto her back and gave me a come-hither look. It was my turn. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss. Then she reached over my side and pulled me on top of her.
Sex had always been good. Somehow, Brook took it to a whole other level. It was like I could just let go and know that whatever I did with her would be perfect. There was no worry about whether she would enjoy what we did. I didn’t have to be self-conscious about whether my technique was right. Instead, I could simply enjoy the moment as I got into position to take her.
I leaned back to gaze into her eyes as we came together as one. It was as if I’d dipped my member into a hot silk-encased chamber of fun.
“Damn, Brook,” I groaned. “I’m going to explode.”
The evil minx clamped down on Mr. Happy. I sucked in my breath and was worried this might be my all-time shortest buildup in the complete history of short buildups. It took a tremendous force of will to keep from erupting. She was determined to make me lose that battle, but I somehow was able to hold off. Once I was back in control, it was game on.
“Beg me,” I whispered.
I twitched Mr. Happy, and she moaned.
“You totally suck. You make me a wanton hussy. All I want to do is take your thick member deep inside of me,” Brook complained.
I took that as begging and began to move. She twisted under me as if in agony as I started to get serious.
“You feel so good under me. You’re mine, Brook Davis. For now, and forever,” I predicted.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she began to chant.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, and I felt her high heels dig into my backside. Brook wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me tight so every inch of our skin could touch. Her core felt like she was literally on fire. Through the sexual haze, I knew that I loved her. Possibly more than I should, but there was no denying it. Brook Davis checked all the boxes, dotted all the i’s, and crossed all the t’s.
“So close,” I hissed between my clenched teeth.
I heard the crowd outside begin the countdown for the New Year.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven …”
My abs flexed as I pushed deeper. So close.
“Oh, God!” Brook cried.
“… four, three, two, one. Happy New Year!”
It was like a nuclear bomb detonated. Brook’s second climax gripped at her core and radiated out in waves of heat and sensation. Her ignition wracked my body with pleasure as we slammed together. My last conscious thought was, ‘Happy Frickin’ New Year.’
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I’m not sure how long we were like that. When I came to my senses, we were still wrapped around each other, and I was still buried deep inside Brook.
I felt someone touch my shoulder.
“Uhm, David. I need to get around you to get our coats,” Dare said.
“Darius Rossetti! Get! Out! Now!” Brook ordered.
“But my mom said to get our coats,” Dare tried to explain to my agitated girlfriend.
“Dare, guard the door for a minute,” I asked him.
“Out,” Brook ordered again.
I was surprised when he obeyed. I was afraid Brook might actually end his life if he didn’t. We quickly got dressed. Brook made me go out first. Luckily, there wasn’t a line waiting to get their coats. I found Cassidy standing next to Dare, looking amused.
“You let him go in, knowing what he would find, didn’t you?” I asked.
She grinned.
“He has to learn somehow,” she reasoned, and then she turned to Dare. “Go over there and wait while I talk to David.”
He obediently trotted off. I swear he would do anything Cassidy or Brook told him. I had a momentary flash of how screwed he was about to become if Chrissy started to date him. If I thought Phil was whipped, Dare would be hopeless.
“He’s going to blab, isn’t he?” I asked.
“Let him buy his new drone to play with, and I’ll have a talk with him,” Cassidy assured me.
“Does anyone else know?” I asked.
“You two aren’t as clever as you think. I’m pretty sure your mom figured it out when you went missing. Just be your normal self and own it. You’re a Dawson,” she said as if that explained everything.
Brook stuck her head out of the coatroom door, and Cassidy barked out a laugh.
“What?” Brook asked her best friend.
“Come with me. We need to make you presentable. What exactly did he do to you?”
“Shut up,” Brook said, not seeing the humor at that exact moment.
I pinched my lips and tried not to laugh. Then I got smart, took my phone out, and snapped a picture.
“You are so dead,” Brook said as she bolted for the bathroom with Cassidy following her.
I wished I were a fly on the wall so I could listen to the two of them. I hurried up and saved that picture to my cloud account before Brook could grab my phone and delete it.
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Tracy came up behind me and used her hand to brush off and smooth my tux jacket.
“Next time, grab someone’s coat before you have sex. I saw some nice furs worn by someone in Brook’s family that would have worked.”
