Authors: M. Robinson

Tempting BAD: VIP Spin Off (37 page)

“Wow. You have grown up a lot. Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.”

“I know.”

“You know… you weren’t the only one who fucked up, Brooke... I did, too. I was really young and stupid; I didn’t understand. Now that I’m older, I can understand why you were the way you were. Seeing that… you know… it would fuck any kid up. But your parents, damn they still look as happy as I remember them.”

“Yeah, they do. I don’t get it and I probably never will.”

“Being a great father and being a great man; are two very different things.”

My mouth parted. That is such a simple statement, with such a huge meaning.

“Honey, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” A woman with brown hair and petite facial features; walked out the screen door. She was curvy, but tiny and pretty. Not what I would have imagined Landon to end up with; she looked like a doll.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d be out here this long.” He put his arm around her and she leaned into his embrace. “Brooke, this is my wife Aubrey, Aubrey this is Brooke.”

“Nice to meet you, Brooke, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to finally put a face with a name.”

I was caught off guard that she knew about me. It took me few seconds to reply. “Umm… nice to meet you, too. I’m going… I’m going to find my sisters. I’ll see you guys inside.”

I rushed past them.

“Brooke?”

I turned and looked at him.

“It was nice to see you again and catch up.”

I nodded and looked down at the ground, not being able to watch them together any longer. The night continued on. It was near midnight, and all the families got together; waiting to exchange greetings, presents, and love.

I stood with mine and watched from afar…

I watched Landon with his wife and kids; they were huddled around the tree, his little girl in one arm and his wife in the other. They looked like they came right out of a Hallmark holiday card. Perfect in every way.

“That could have been you,” she whispered from behind me. “He loved you so much, Brooke, he would have given anything up for you. That family, his wife, his kids; it could have been you. You broke his heart. It took him years to get over you, and I know in his heart that a big part of it still belongs to you.”

My eyes watered and my lip trembled.

“Do you regret it? Do you wish you could go back and change things? Make it different? If you could, would you? I know you loved him, Brooke, and by the way you’re looking at him right now; a part of you still does.”

I turned my neck to look at her. She looked exactly the same, still crazy beautiful.

“Christine…” I spoke.

She smiled. “I wanted you to be my sister for so long. I’ve missed you so much these last few years. You have no idea how much I’ve needed you. I’ve needed my best friend.”

Tears fell down my face. “I’ve missed you, too.”

My mother’s old grandfather clock chimed with the stroke of midnight.

“Merry Christmas, Brooke.”

“Merry Christmas, Christine.” I hugged her; I hugged so tight that I didn’t think she could breathe. She was the first to pull away; she smiled and made her way toward her family. I swiftly brushed away the tears and hugged my family. Everyone was so happy, but I felt like I was dying inside.

I took one last look in Landon’s direction; he was staring at me. He knew. We stood there, locking eyes from across the room. Years and years of regret and mistakes piled up on me. It came crashing down like a boulder had just exploded. I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was suffocating. He sadly smiled at me and I sadly smiled back.

When he nodded, I didn’t think twice about it. I immediately turned and ran to my car.

I found myself on his doorstep before I could blink an eye. He answered shirtless and devastatingly handsome, with a drink in his hand. My heart literally skipped a beat and I jumped into his arms.

“I’m sorry, Devon, I’m so fucking sorry,” I sobbed.

He wrapped his arms around me, one behind my back and the other behind my head. “Shhh… it’s okay… shhh…” he murmured into my ear; my face securely tucked into the nook of his neck.

His kindness.

His embrace.

His forgiveness.

His patience.

His gentleness.

His
love.

It was too much and I broke down. I bawled like a baby, till my legs gave out.

I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, gently placing her on my bed. I softly kissed all over her face; my lips wiping away her tears.

“Shhh… Bambi, it’s okay, I’m here… with you… I’m not going anywhere.”

She cried harder. I pulled back the hair from her face; her beautiful fucking face, and she let me. Her eyes held so much sadness, and it broke my heart a little more. I wanted to take away her pain, her hurt, her regret.

She looked deep into my eyes trying to understand our connection, our chemistry; the fact that we couldn’t stay away from each other. Even though we should.

“Make love to me,” she said, just loud enough for me to hear.

“What?” I asked, confused by the turn of events.

“Please… make love to me. Touch me like you never want to let me go. Caress me like I’m the one; kiss me like I belong to you.” She paused to let her words sink in. “Ruin me for any other man. Make me yours.”

Hundreds of thoughts and questions crossed my mind, but it didn’t matter because my heart already knew the answer. My lips moved to hers and I softly, lightly kissed her; my tongue seeking out hers and vice versa.

“You’re so beautiful, Bambi, do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?” I shared, needing her to hear me say it.

She lovingly smiled and I unbuttoned her blouse, opening it and removing it from her body. Her skirt, bra, and panties quickly followed. She was completely naked and exposed for me. Her breathing became erratic and I had hardly touched her. I wanted to take my time, to love her like she deserved. To show her what she did to my heart and what I did to hers.

I grabbed the back of her neck and claimed her mouth once again. My hands roamed her soft silky skin in a slow torturous melody. I was torn with wanting to feel her and wanting to see her. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. I knew her mind mimicked mine by the look in her eyes, and the strokes of her hands.

The feelings.

The emotions.

The love…

It was wreaking havoc on our souls. Neither one of us knowing which way was up, down, or all around. We were on the back of a roller coaster with no seat belts on. Enjoying the crazy, chaotic ride; the twists and turns.

It was more than I could have ever imagined possible. I removed all my clothing and we both lay there bare, just touching each other with the tips of our fingers; it was erotic, as much as it was passionate. When her delicate fingers caressed the sides of my face, I knew she was telling me she loved me. She didn’t have to say the words for me to know, they were written clearly across her face.

My fingers lightly touched her nipples and they were hard within seconds. I leaned forward and breathed on them, taking one in my mouth, while my hand played with the other. She grabbed the back of my neck pulling me closer.

Her grasp was firm and strong.

Exactly how my love for her was.

She brought my lips back up to hers. I pecked her at first, teasing her lips with the tip of my tongue, all along the outline of her pink pouty mouth; that was swollen from crying. It turned urgent and breathless. I could feel her body get warm, and the heat spread fast all over.

There was something agonizing and desperate, by the way our mouths moved against one another. My fingers ran against her cheek and down her body, until they found her perfect pussy that was ready and wet. I tried to move my mouth wanting to taste her, but she wouldn’t let me. Roughly, she brought me closer, wanting to make us one person; kissing me as if her life depended on it.

“Devon,” she moaned, in a voice that was unfamiliar.

My fingers moved faster around her clit. She breathed heavy, our mouths both opening at the same time, from her looming orgasm that was rising.

“Yes… yes…” she panted, coming apart on my fingers.

My body lay on top of hers; I caged her in with my arms and legs. Brooke loved it rough, but in that moment she wanted me to go slow. She wanted to feel like I owned her body, mind, and soul.

And more than anything…

She wanted to feel like I owned her heart.

And she owned mine.

I gently thrust into her tight, wet pussy, worshipping her with my movements, hitting her g-spot precisely; that always drove her wild. Our hearts were beating rapidly; she placed her hand on mine and dotingly looked into my eyes.

Yours.

All yours…

They read.

I tenderly kissed all around her face, her jawline, and neck. Thrusting in and out of her at the slow and gentle pace that she needed and desired. I could sense her love and adoration for me; it was spilling out of her, engulfing me like a tsunami.

I never stood a chance.

I lapped at her breasts, leaving tiny marks all around where I sucked. She enjoyed each and every marking.

“Does that feel good?” I groaned, making my way back up to her mouth.

“Yes…deeper…harder,” she breathed out.

Her arms reached around, hugging me close to her body, putting more of my weight on her. She wanted to feel surrounded by me, and what I was giving her.

The pleasure.

The adoration.

The devotion.

The commitment.

The
love
…

All of it, every last meaning of the word and every synonym that came along with it.

Her eyes stayed open the entire time and I placed my forehead on hers. Our mouths still parted, we were breathing in each other’s air; panting profusely. The skin on skin sensations, the contact of my cock hitting her g-spot so perfectly. I swear you could hear the pounding of our hearts, as they echoed off the walls. It was a celestial, riveting melody that had us both captivated and surrendering to the sounds of our unison pattern. I could feel myself starting to come apart and Brooke was right there with me. I pulled her knee up to meet my hip, and with my opposite leg, I inclined it upward for more momentum.

Rotating my hips, she met each and every thrust with hers. Her hands went to my ass, to push me in further; I held onto her face to kiss her deeper. Her core was pulsating and it made my dick throb.

“I’m going to come,” I groaned into her mouth.

“Me too,” she moaned, climaxing all around my cock and taking me right along with her.

We shook and trembled with our release, I never stopped kissing her. It didn’t take long for me to get hard once again and I made love to her into the wee hours of Christmas day.