Impulsively (Dante's Nine MC) (17 page)

“That’s it,” Brooks growls, knocking my hands away, “I need
you, Red.
Now
.”

I gasp as he scoops me up off the floor, taking me in his
arms. I wrap my legs around his tapered waist, groaning as his cock presses
against my covered slit. Our mouths find each other at once as he carries me
across the room in three long strides. His kiss is deep, searing. I shudder
with delight as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. The taste of him dances across
my tongue as I bury my fingers in his thick chestnut curls.

He slams me up against the bar, holding me there on the long
wooden slab. I kiss along his strong, scruffy jaw, pressing my lips to the
crook of his throat. My arms are wrapped around his strong, broad shoulders as
he untangles my ankles behind his back. He lays his hands on my knees, pushing my
legs open until they’re splayed before him. A low moan escapes my lips as he
cups my throbbing sex through my jeans.

“Stay,” he commands. I obediently grab onto the edge of the
bar to brace myself. With his gleaming eyes fixed on my flushed face, he pops
open the button of my jeans, tugging the denim down my legs, over my ass. I
kick my feet out of my skinny jeans and let them fall to the floor. Brooks runs
his hands up my bare thighs, his breath coming hard and fast.

“Those for me?” he grins, nodding at my lacy red panties.

“Of course,” I breathe, as he runs his fingers up toward my
sex. “I’ve been dreaming about this, Brooks. Really—”

“
Shhh...
”
he commands, pushing my thighs even further apart, “Trust me. This will be
better than any dream you’ve ever had.”

I suck in a huge breath as he lowers his mouth to that place
between my legs. His green eyes flick upward to mine as he takes the edge of my
panties in his strong teeth. He tears the flimsy garment away, ripping along
the delicate seam. The scrap of red lace falls to the ground, and I’m totally
bare. My blue eyes blaze as I stare at this incredible man, and I spread myself
wide open before him.

“Jesus Red,” Brooks breathes, taking me in, “Do you have any
idea how sexy you are?”

Before I can answer, he brushes his full lips against the
tender skin of my inner thigh, working his way up...and
up
. Every word I’ve ever known falls away as I
feel his breath against my wet sex. My knees tremble uncontrollably as he lays
two fingers against me, tracing all along my slit.

“I love that I do this to you,” he groans, circling my
swollen clit with his fingertips, “I’m going to make you come so hard, Red...”

“Oh my god,” I moan, as he slides two strong fingers inside
of me, stroking that aching spot with expert precision, “How do you know how to
touch me like this?”

“I told you,” he growls, “We were built for this.”

My head falls back as Brooks lowers his lips to my slick
sex. His firm lips close around my hard, aching clit as he thrusts his fingers
deeper into me. I cry out as he flicks the tip of his tongue against that
tender nub, sending shockwaves of bliss through my entire body. I’m barreling
toward oblivion, unable to control myself. Brooks traces fast, hard circles
around my clit as his strong fingers collide with that delicious spot inside of
me.

“Come for me, Red,” he urges.

And with that, I’m a fucking goner.

One last flick of his tongue, and I topple over the edge. I
come hard, my back arching as I cling desperately to the edge of the bar. He
holds me up as the waves of pleasure pass through me, ripping open the buckle
of his belt with a flick of the wrist. I tug down his jeans and briefs, freeing
his gorgeous member at last. I take his cock in my eager hands, blown away by
its enormity. But this is no time to gape in admiration.

I draw his throbbing cock against me, holding the very tip
of him against my wet slit. My body still pulses with the pleasure he sent
rocking through me as we pause, suspended before unknowable ecstasy. We lock
eyes, and I brace myself against the bar. With one last flash of that crooked
smile, Brooks bucks his powerful hips, driving his thick cock inside of me at
long last.

My mouth falls open as his mighty manhood fills me up,
splits me open. I feel him at the very center of me, hard and throbbing. I
throw my arms around his shoulders as he rears back and thrusts again,
colliding with parts of me that have never been touched. He’s twice as big as
any man I’ve ever had, but I only want more. As much of him as I can possibly
take. I arch into his every pass, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“Christ, you’re so tight...” he groans, digging his fingers
into my hips. “You’ve already got me at the edge, Red.”

“Good,” I breathe, grinning at him breathlessly, “I want to
feel you come inside me, Brooks. I want you to fill me up.”

He lets out a low, ragged moan. “I love how dirty you talk,”
he says, tangling his fingers in my long hair.

“Let me feel all of you,” I beg, clutching his cut in my
quaking hands, “Please, Brooks.”

I feel my back hit the smooth wood of the bar as Brooks
stretches me out along the cool surface. He swings himself up, lowering his
gorgeous body onto mine. His staggering form envelops me as I feel his raging
desire part my silky flesh once more. I grab onto his sculpted ass, pulling him
in as deep as I can. He pins me to the bar with every thrust, holding himself
up on inked, corded arms. I watch as his eyes close beneath furrowed brows.
He’s teetering on the edge now. Time to make him soar.

“
Come
,”
I whisper.

That one word is all it takes. With a fierce, guttural roar,
Brooks loses it. I let my eyes flutter closed as I feel him erupt inside me.
The thick surge of his desire gushes into me as he thrusts one last time. I
savor the feeling of him, coating the very depths of me, leaving a piece of
himself behind.

Brooks falls onto his forearms, suspended above me. Our
chests rise and fall together, and for a moment we’re beyond words. He brushes
a stray lock of hair from my forehead as I trace the scar across his eyebrow.
The rest of the world slowly comes back into focus as he presses his lips to
mine. I catch his scruffy face in my hands, letting my tongue brush against
his. I catch the lingering taste of myself on his lips, and my discovery makes
me shudder delightedly.

I knew that giving myself to Brooks, having him for my own
at last, would be amazing. But I had no way of imagining that it could be
this
good.

“You’re amazing, Keira,” Brooks tells me, his voice low and
husky.

“You called me Keira,” I say, taken aback, “What happened to
Red?”

Brooks shrugs at my observation, smiling down at me in the
darkness. But my own heart threatens to split in two. He has no idea that my
real name isn’t Keira, or Red, but Quinn. He doesn’t know the first thing about
me. And yet, for all that, I feel closer to him than any man I’ve ever met. How
am I supposed to walk away from this, once the investigation is over? What
choice do I have?

“What’s the matter?” he asks, lowering himself back to the
ground. He fetches my jeans and helps me into them as I shake my head in
wonder.

“I, uh...” I stammer. “I didn’t expect the night to go this
way.”

“But you’re happy it did, aren’t you?” he asks, helping me
to stand. My knees are weak, my body throbs with sated contentment.

“Oh yeah,” I grin, resting my hands on the front of his cut,
“happy doesn’t begin to cover it, Brooks.”

“I don’t know about you,” he says, his hands finding the
small of my back, “but I could use a smoke right about now.”

“Bum me one?” I ask, lacing my fingers with his.

“Only because I like you,” he winks, tugging me toward the
exit.

We walk out of the Forty-Five Club hand in hand, slamming
the front door behind us. I realize with a laugh that we’ve never held hands
before this moment. It’s strange how the smallest gestures can still feel so
intimate.

I take a stumbling step as my thoughts catch up with me. I
stare up at him in the moonlight, studying the outline of his profile as he
looses a Marlboro and slips it between his lips. I can feel that pulsing
pressure in my core once again, only this time I realize that it’s more than
lust building inside me.

I’m seriously falling for Caleb Brooks.

“For you,” Brooks smiles, handing me a cigarette of my own.

“Thank Christ,” I mutter, inhaling deeply as Brooks sparks
the lighter to life. “I need this right about now.”

“I know what you mean,” he laughs, leaning against the brick
wall of the bar.

Could he really know what I mean, I wonder? I study him in
the darkness, cataloguing every part of his perfect self. Is it possible that
someone like Brooks could come to love me? The real me? It doesn’t do me any
good if he only falls for Keira, after all. But I’m starting to realize that my
alias and I aren’t too different. Except for, you know, the whole FBI thing.

“I’m glad you wanted to get out of the Playpen so badly,”
Brooks says, pulling me toward him. He slings an arm over my shoulders,
dragging on his cigarette as he stares up at the starry night sky.

“Guess I’m still getting used to this world,” I say softly,
watching the smoke catch on the light wind.

“Is that something you’d want?” Brooks asks gruffly,
glancing at me. “To, uh, get used to this life?”

“You asking me to stick around, Brooks?” I smile, my pulse
quickening.

“I am. Yeah,” he says, his voice as soft as I’ve ever heard
it. “I like having you around, Red. And look—it turns out you’re a decent lay
too.”

“You asshole,” I laugh, elbowing him in the ribs. I’m
grateful for him lightening the mood, I have to admit.

“You love it,” he says, taking a long drag.

And he’s right. I do love it.

Now that we’ve finally had each other, Brooks and let our
insatiability rule us. The next few days pass in a whirl of sexual frenzy. We
only had to spend a week wanting each other. Technically. But now that I know
what it’s like to be with Brooks, I realize that I’ve been waiting my whole
life for someone to make me feel this way. With him, I feel sexy. Wanted. But
it’s not just that. I’m as hungry to give him pleasure as he is to give it. For
the first time, I’ve found someone who takes the “partner” part of sexual
partner seriously.

And it’s incredible.

We fall into each other’s arms every chance that we get. At
the penthouse, at the Forty-Five Club, under the stars off some deserted dirt
road. Beds, couches, spread-out blankets—we settle for any surface that will
accommodate us. Only one place has remained off limits so far: my FBI-issued
apartment. I even brave the Devil’s Playpen a couple more times, Bruno be
damned. But I don’t catch sight of him again.

It’s been radio silence from Bruno since our run in the
other night. I’ve checked in with Mitchell over the phone, but haven’t been
expected at the field office. Not until today, that is—the Tuesday after that
fateful Friday night. I try not to think about my viciously territorial fellow
agent as I spend the weekend memorizing Brooks’ body. For the most part, it’s
easy to do. But as I drift to sleep each night, the angry gaze of Jeff Bruno
swims up in my mind’s eye.

I can’t imagine why, but I have the feeling that there’s
much to fear from this person. And it’s not my mind or my heart telling me not
to trust him, it’s my gut. And my gut is never wrong.

On the morning I’m due at the field office once again, I
wake up in Brooks’ penthouse bedroom. We’ve made no effort to hide our affair
from Kassie and Kelly, nor any of the others. There would be no reason to.
Outlaws are far less touchy about sexual promiscuity, it turns out. And thank
god—I’m already hiding enough, posing as Keira Campbell. I don’t think I could
stand to hide my feelings for Brooks, too.