How rude of her. “I was watching that!”
“You can continue to watch that shit once you eat.”
I groaned loudly, throwing the cookies across the room. “You know what I also need to survive?” I asked, not expecting a reply. “A dad who’s alive.”
Brooke’s expression softened at my words. “I know, Reece, but you still have to eatsomething. All week you’ve been getting up, grabbing a bunch of drinks, and rotting awayon that couch. And if you haven’t been on the couch, it was because we were naked in bed together.”
I smirked at the mention of us naked. “Are you leaving for classes soon?”
She nodded. “In ten minutes, but stop changing the subject. I’m worried about you, okay?”
I reached for her hand, pulling Brooke down to sit on my lap, kind of forcing her to straddle me. I wrapped my arms around her, leaving kisses on her neck.
Her skin tasted so sweet in comparison to my drink, and I couldn’t get enough of it, my worries melting away as she leaned into my touch. My hands were on her ass, squeezing gently.
God, I was so lucky to have her in my life. Brooke was the best. She was the kindest person I knew, loved me endlessly, was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and her body was a true work of art.
Every curve, every freckle, every scar was perfect.
I kissed her lips, smiling against her mouth as her fingers tangled into my hair. Her hips rocked involuntarily against mine, and my dick responded to her movement instantly.
“Stay home with me,” I murmured, laying my lips on as many inches of her skin as I could reach. “We can fuck all day and night instead of worrying about stupid assignments and attending boring classes.”
Brooke let out an ironic laugh. “Someone’s got to getyourwork done.”
“Tomorrow.” I kissed down her neck, biting lightly. “I need you, Brooke.”
She shivered as I snuck my hands underneath her oversized knitted sweater, aiming for her bra. Her breath quickened, eyes fluttering close as I played with the clasp, not opening it.
“I…” A gasp fell from her lips as I shifted my hips, rubbing my erection against her. “I could go in late, but only if…”
I traced my fingers down her spine, grasping the end of her sweater where it met her pants, and slowly lifting it. Her body tensed but she didn’t stop me, so I continued to pull the sweater up until it was around her waist.
“If what?” I whispered, my mouth close to her ear.
Her hands cupped my face before her lips brushed against mine. “If we’re going to have breakfast togetherbeforewe do anything else.”
I laughed softly. “Alright, deal.”
Brooke’s eyes widened as if she didn’t think I’d agree. “Okay… yes, sure. That’s awesome!”
For a moment, we sat there in silence, her sweater bunched around her waist, and my hands on her body. She looked almost guilty, but I didn’t know why.
“I have an even better deal,” she said, offering me a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. It was odd, but honestly, I was too fucked up to worry about any unspoken feelings. If she wanted me to know what was on her mind, she would’ve told me.
“Shoot.”
“I go in late for my classes every day, and in return…”
Oh. I understood her deal.
“You want to fuck before classes every day? Now that’s something we can arrange.” I smirked at her, expecting her to blush or at least smile, but instead, her expression dropped for a second.
“Uh, yeah… that. And since you know classes are super important to me, we should at least have a daily breakfast together. You know, to make up for me running late to have sex with you.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet also suspicious of her deal. It sounded a bit different, but I couldn’t quite make out what was odd about it. So, I shrugged it off. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Ms. King.”
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