“Try not to get a concussion,” Ming laughed before exiting the room, Denton following close behind.
Brooke and I were alone now. Anyone could come back at any moment, but that didn’t stop me from finally turning my entire attention onto my fiancée.
Looking down, I pushed my fingers into her wet hair, holding her head still as I thrust my hips, fucking into her mouth. “You’re mean.” I forced myself in a little deeper, smirking as she gagged. “But, God, how I love your mouth.”
My fingers curled tighter in her hair as my balls drew up in pleasure, my heart racing.
“You’re doing so good for me, Brooke.” My head dropped back, my lips slightly parted, balls clenching. “Oh,fuck.”
A low groan left me when the delirious pleasure released, my orgasm ripping through my body like a tidal wave, spurting cum down her throat.
As much as I wanted to enjoy this moment for a bit longer, the sound of laughter from the other room was quick to bring me back down to earth.
“What am I going to do with you?” I asked as I pulled Brooke up to stand, my voice rather breathless.
She smiled at me. “Something adventurous, I hope.”
“God, I love you.” My hands cupped her face, leaning in to kiss her when someone suddenly cleared their throat.
My eyes snapped over to the entrance, finding Mingstanding there all serious-looking. He had his arms crossed over his chest, head cocked, and eyebrows raised.
“You look plenty fine all of a sudden, Carter,” he said. “You’re even glowing.”
“It’s a miracle,” I replied, wrapping my arms around my fiancée as she leaned forward to press her face into my chest. Ming knew Brooke was here anyway. No need to pretend she wasn’t. He couldn’t see her, and if he could, it was only the top of her head.
“Sure.” He nodded. “I suppose my question can wait another day. You seem a bit occupied.”
Well, I was fine now, but I would’ve survived some more alone time with Brooke. Or perhaps I wouldn’t have. Who knew?
“How’s your shower, Brooke?” Ming asked.
“Oh, God,” Brooke muttered, slapping her hand to my back when I chuckled. “It’s… refreshing, really!”
“I’ll get the guys out for you,” Ming laughed, rolling his eyes at me before he turned around to walk away.
“We appreciate it!” I called after him.
Ming would never let me live this down.
45
REECE
“Do you want breakfast?” Colin asked as I came out of my old bedroom and into the kitchen at barely five in the morning. It had become my new daily routine.
I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.”
He played with his scrambled eggs on the plate for a little while longer, then dropped his fork. “Me neither.”
I walked over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. It was all I was able to swallow without it coming right back up again.
“Sleepless night, I take it?” he asked in an attempt to make conversation, but I didn’t reply. Getting a good reply from me was a rarity these days.
My eyes were on his food, and my empty stomach was begging me to take just a tiny bite, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure why Colin made scrambled eggs only for him to not eat them, but I couldn’t blame him either.
Everything felt so surreal lately—as if I was trapped in some sort of game and someone else was controlling me.
Dad had passed away. He died on the first night after the accident, which was now a few days ago. The funeral was setto be in a couple of days, but the closer we got to that day, the less I felt.