Brooke & Ben: Before Fate Interrupted (5 page)

“What is what?”

She looked down,
her eyes widening. “Oh my God, do you have a boner?”

Roger jumped
back. “No!”

She slapped a
hand over her mouth. Light glinted off her silver bracelet. “You do!”

“No, I don’t!”

With a quick lunge,
Brooke snatched his blood-stained butcher’s apron and lifted it into the air.
“Yes, you do!”

Roger twisted
away, holding his bound hands out to stop any further advances. “What is your
problem, lady?”

Brooke shoved
him up against a wall, sending a framed picture of Mandy and her recently
departed golden retriever named Bailey crashing to the floor in pieces. Brooke
gritted her teeth and coiled her fingers around the lasso, pinning his hands to
his chest. “Who are you calling a
lady
?”

An incredulous
laugh slipped past Roger’s full lips. “Wow, you are one weird chick.”

“Shut up.”

“You can untie
me anytime now.”

“You’re not a very
good listener, are you?” Her free hand slid down between them and found the
bulge in his black slacks. He took a jerky breath and pressed against the wall.
Brooke’s voice softened along with her eyes. “I knew it,” she said, massaging
the monstrosity running down the inside of his pant leg.

His breath came
faster. “I can see your nipple again.”

“Shut up.”

Roger set his
jaw and pushed his lips to hers with a determined kiss. Brooke hesitated for
only a moment and then shoved him against the wall, his hardness igniting the
flush of heat between her legs. His heart hammered against her, sending her
pulse into a similar fury. And those lips. He had the best lips she had ever
tasted, soft and moist. She couldn’t get enough and sucked the top one into her
mouth just before trading it out for the other. Their tongues were the next to
meet, warm and wet inside their mouths. Brooke’s hands wandered from his
muscular chest to his ripped arms, squeezing and exploring as their heads
tilted back and forth in the bright bedroom light. He tried freeing his hands
and she pushed tighter against him, pinning him to the wall, stealing open
mouth kisses until her pockets were full.

Roger slipped
his arms over her head and flipped her around so she was up against the wall,
their breath rushing over their cheeks. He lifted her up into the air and
Brooke wrapped her red boots around him, kissing him harder as he rubbed against
her middle, melting her into a puddle of hot wax.

Brooke ran her
hands over his back, the bedroom light glimmering off her silver bracelets. She
broke their kiss to grab some much needed gulps of oxygen, staring up into his
wild eyes. Before she knew what was happening, she was pushing his apron aside
and unbuckling his belt without looking.

A swaggering
grin revealed his pearly whites as he unzipped her corset in the back. It slid
to the floor with his pants and Roger’s eyes lowered to the massive breasts
staring back at him. “Oh. My…”

“God,” Brooke
finished for him, staring slack-jawed at the bulge in his black boxer briefs.
She squeezed his swollen cock through his shorts, unable to resist its enticing
call. It was so big she could barely get a hold of it. Her breath clutched in
her chest, leaving her speechless and groping for air. She couldn’t wait to see
it and grabbed the elastic waistband, imagining his boner springing loose when
she yanked his shorts down.

Someone bumped
against the door out in the hall, drawing both of their steamy gazes.

“Oh shit, it’s
Tasha.”

“Come on,” she
whispered, towing him by the lasso into a walk-in closet.

Roger followed
her inside, waddling like a duck with his pants around his ankles. She shut the
door behind them and Roger flipped on the light switch. His eyes ravaged her half
naked body, his chest pounding.

“Turn it off,”
she whispered.

He tore free
from the lasso’s grip like it had lost its power. “I want to see you.” He ran a
tongue across his lips and tossed the rope to the floor. “God, you’ve got
perfect nipple placement.”

Her eyes darted from
the tent pole behind his apron to the crack beneath the door. “Someone will see
the light if they come in to use the bathroom.”

He let out a
reluctant sigh and found the switch, pausing to take one last good look before
plunging them into total darkness.

Brooke inhaled a
deep breath of the fabric softener mixing with his cologne. Roger’s hands didn’t
take long to find their way back to her breasts in the dark, stealing her
breath when he squeezed them with force. The way he pinched and rolled her
nipples made her lean her head back and groan softly. Her stomach muscles
clenched when he sucked a nipple into his mouth and skillfully used his tongue
to turn it as hard as he was down below.

Brooke slid a
hand down his shorts, desperate to touch him skin on skin. Her heart stuttered along
with her breath as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke.
His breath came hot on her neck and she could feel him looking at her.

Suddenly, he took
her to the carpeted floor. Brooke grimaced when a high heel jabbed her in the
back. She removed it and pulled him on top of her. His lips landed on hers and
probed the lower one first this time while grinding against the wet spot in her
tight blue hot pants with white stars. Her hands found his bare ass and pulled.
His lips nibbled their way down to the soft spot in her neck. Goose bumps broke
across her flesh as his fingers walked down her stomach and slithered inside
her blue panties.

She squirmed
beneath his touch. “You’re making me so wet.”

He massaged
experienced circles into her swollen clitoris.

“Oh my God,” she
moaned.

His lips found
the soft spot in her neck again, his fingers driving her to the brink.

Brooke squeezed
her eyes shut and saw stars. Tendons popped out in her neck. “Stop, I’m going
to cum.”

Roger pulled his
hand away. “You sure you want me to stop?”

“I’m not sure
about anything,” she panted, pushing him up and grabbing his throbbing cock. She
stroked it for a few seconds and then guided it between her open legs.

Roger pulled her
panties off to the side. Brooke pushed against his sculpted chest with both
hands and set her jaw as his bulbous head slid in first, her wetness mercifully
greasing its path. He eased inside, careful not to give her too much too soon.
Her nails dug into his pecs, leaving red marks she couldn’t see in the dark.

His hand found
her face and caressed it as he gently pushed in deeper. Brooke squeezed his
triceps with everything she had, her body shuddering against him. When he was
all the way inside, Brooke started breathing again and pulled her legs back
even wider. Roger found his stride, stroking her slowly at first. Her body
began to adjust to his size, loosening up a little more with each steady thrust.

She ran her
hands over his rounded ass and pulled. He plunged deeper and she groaned in
response. White flashes burst in the dark as he drove his throbbing manhood in
and out of her with an ill-tempered fury. Brooke arched her back and cried out
to the ceiling she couldn’t see, spreading her legs as wide as they would go,
leaving no obstacle in his path.

Roger pulled her
up so they were now sitting face to face. Brooke rose up and down in his lap,
running her hands over his head. He pulled her hair and tipped her head back.
His mouth sought out a nipple and bit down. She moaned his name and rode
faster, squeezing his broad shoulders, taking every inch she could get. Brooke
suddenly pushed him to the carpet and assumed the top position. Her face
hovered just above his as she slowed down and enjoyed the ride.

He kissed her
again, softly gliding in and out of her. Brooke pushed him away and sat up,
rising and falling on top of him. The stereo in the living room masked the thumping
when she quickened her pace. One of his hands found her breast, the other her
soft spot.

“Oh yeah!”
Brooke cried out, as a tidal wave of ecstasy threatened to drown her.

He punished her
with his demanding size and, still, she wanted more. The floor began to shake
as she rode faster yet.

She tried to
fight it but it was no use. She had reached her tipping point and there was no
going back now. It had been too long, and this was too good. “Roger!” Her body
quivered with the orgasm rippling through her like high voltage. Her teeth
locked together as the toe curling spasm bloomed.

Roger pulled out
and grunted, shooting a warm sensation all over her stomach in twitching spurts.
Her hand found his throbbing dick and milked him for every last drop. She could
feel his hot emission dripping from her hand as he moaned his satisfaction. She
jerked him until his moans turned to heavy breathing and he began to soften in
her hand. They grew quiet, neither making a move, their ragged breath and
muffled music filling the tight space.

“I knew you were
a pervert,” she whispered, finally breaking the ice.

He pulled her to
him and kissed her softly on the mouth. “Me? You’re the one into bondage.”

She ran her
fingers over his stubble, their tongues dancing to a tune only they could hear.

Roger cradled
her cheeks with both hands. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Hiding from
guys like you.”

An uneasy
silence crept between them, unseen but felt. Neither, however, attempted to
untangle themselves from the other quite yet.

“So… when am I
going to see you again?”

She thought it
over in the dark, imagining his face in her head. “When you get lucky.”

He snorted. “I
don’t believe in luck.”

“No?”

“Everything
happens for a reason, even the bad stuff.” Roger inhaled an extra deep breath.
“And the good stuff, like this.”

Brooke’s heart
tripped a little over its own pattering feet. Images of the past ten minutes
flipped through her mind like hand drawn pictures in a notepad’s lower corner: his
smile, those eyes, and that
thing
between his legs. She would see him again. He had said he wanted no part of sex
when he thought she was Tasha – something about not taking advantage of
drunk girls
. With or without the magic
lasso, Brooke was glad she had found out the truth. What had started out as a
passing prank had ended up defining his character. She would definitely see him
again. Of that much she was sure.

The door whipped
open and the light flipped on.

Brooke’s heart
dropped out through her chest. She sat up and squinted, hiding her breasts with
one hand and blocking out the bare bulb above with the other.

“What the fuck!”
The fuzzy looking female bent closer on wobbly legs and nearly toppled over.

“Mandy?” Brooke
fell back onto her butt.

Roger jumped to
his feet and pulled his slacks up in a single hop.

“Ben!” Black
trails of mascara streamed down her puffy face. She shook Brooke’s corset at
him in her fist. “You fucking asshole!”

Brooke’s face
twisted further as a deep seeded horror took root. She turned to Roger who was busy
folding his tattooed penis into his pants and buckling his belt like he was on
The Amazing Race
. “
Ben
?”

He barely
glanced her way without slowing.

Mandy threw the
corset back out into the bedroom and tromped closer, the floor shuddering beneath
her staggered steps. She beat her fists against Ben’s back, screaming
unintelligible insults at the top of her lungs, the smell of alcohol heavy on
her breath. He flinched, but took it, absorbing the hammering blows like a
sponge. And then she was gone, storming out of the closet and slamming the bedroom
door shut behind her.

Brooke sat up, both
her jaw and breasts hanging freely in the bowled over silence that followed. “
Ben
?”

He adjusted his
gruesome apron and necktie. “What’d I tell you?”

“You said your
name was
Roger
!”

“Did I say that?”

She looked down
and cringed when she saw all of the blood on her. “Oh my God,” she said faintly.
“I got my period.”

“Relax, it’s just
fake blood from my costume.”

She looked up
with a piercing glare. “You got your blood and jizz all over me? You dick!”
Brooke covered herself with one of Mandy’s University of Iowa sweatshirts,
ruining it at the same time.

“You started it.”

“Me?” she said,
getting to her shaky feet and throwing on the sweatshirt.

“You tied me up
and grabbed my junk!”

She pushed past
him and zigzagged into the master bath and splashed water on her face, the
water camouflaging the tears in her eyes. “Oh my God, what have I done?” She
buried her face in a towel and began to cry as it all sank in.

“It’s not your
fault.”

She pulled away
from the now ruined towel and hit him with an icy glare in the mirror that
chilled him to the bone. “Oh, I know! This is your fault!”