Always Sometimes Never: Sometimes Brooke Part 8

She gives me a cold stare. "Fine." When she slams her fine a.s.s down on the toilet she falls in. Neither of us thought about putting the seat back down.

"s.h.i.tf.u.c.kd.a.m.n!" She screams as she flies off the toilet.

Waving a finger in my face she chastises me. "You didn't put the seat back down."

I bite back a laugh. She's so angry I don't want her to slap me. "Sorry, but you didn't look before..."

"I shouldn't have to look!" She's still screaming.

"You're right." I pull a towel down from the shelf and hand it to her. "You're dripping."

"I fell into the toilet," she seethes. "I'm soaking wet."

"At least I flushed..."

She glares at me as she pa.s.ses by me to start the shower. I catch the slightest whiff of her strawberry shampoo. "I just took a shower before bed. I didn't think I'd need one in the middle of the night."

"I could join you." I raise an eyebrow. "Kill two birds with one stone." I look down at my very stiff d.i.c.k to emphasize my point.

"Don't even think about it," she warns as she steps into the shower.

I watch for a few seconds as the water cascades down her incredible body.

"Go to bed," she yells when she finally notices me observing her.

Guess I'll be jerking off, I mumble to myself as I head back to bed.

Five.

Brooke The warm water feels like heaven as it falls down my back. I try not to think about Leo and his amazing body, but I can't get him out of my head.

He's all I've been thinking about since our date ended. And he kissed me outside of my room. Just one turn of the doork.n.o.b and I could have had him in my bed, but I was trying very hard not to be a big s.l.u.t.

Seeing him just standing there in the middle of the bathroom, naked and oh-so-hard, was more than I can take. I was so distracted by his incredible body I fell into the toilet. Who does that?

I could have opened the shower door a little wider, invited him to join me. It's been a while since I had shower s.e.x. I imagine what it would be like to have Leo naked and wet f.u.c.king me as the water beats down on us.

My body aches. I feel empty, but it's an emptiness I know Leo can fill.

When I shut the water off and dry myself with one of the big fluffy towels I consider my options.

I could go back into my room and get myself off. I've been doing that quite a bit lately. It's adequate, but not completely satisfying.

I could sneak into Leo's room and slip into his bed. I have no doubt that would be utterly satisfying, but it would also make my life a lot more complicated very quickly.

I could go back into my bedroom and go back to sleep. That would be the most rational choice. The safest choice. The choice most in line with my recovery.

But no one ever said I play things safe, or that I make rational decisions. If I did I wouldn't have a criminal record, or a big fat mess of a life.

I stand in the middle of the bathroom and look back and forth between our two doors.

It feels like an hour has gone by, but probably more like thirty seconds, before I say, f.u.c.k it, and head into Leo's room.

As I slide into his bed I'm surprised when he doesn't react. He can't be asleep already, could he?

"Leo?" I whisper.

Still no reaction.

I don't remember him being a heavy sleeper, although admittedly we didn't sleep all that much the night we were together.

"Leo?" I get closer to his ear. "Are you asleep?"

That's when he starts laughing. "That took longer than I thought."

"You a.s.shole!" I slap his arm. "You knew I was going to sneak into your room?"

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist once you saw the goods again."

When he turns over to face me his dark eyes are illuminated in the moonlight that's peeking through the open shade. They're so filled with desire it nearly takes my breath away.

"Was the naked bathroom stunt just a plan to get me into your bed?"

He shakes his head. "Not at all. But I'm glad it happened."

"Why are you sleeping here anyway?"

"Stop talking," he urges as he closes the small distance between us.

Once again our bodies fit together so perfectly. And as cliche as it sounds it's like we were made for each other.

As our lips join I'm completely undone by the hunger of his incredible kisses. He's more delicious than I remember. More delicious than I imagined anyone could be. And soon I want to devour him even more than he seems to want to devour me.

His hands roam every inch of my impossibly aroused body. Every stroke painfully teasing me.

I squirm beneath him as his eager mouth plays with each of my taut nipples.

And when he looks up at me his dark eyes are so steeped with desire it sends a quiver through my already overexcited body.

"I can't wait another second to be inside of you," he whispers then nibbles on my earlobe.

"Have you got condoms?" I ask.

His eyes go wide. "I don't have anything. Literally. All of my stuff is still in Raven and Xander's room."

I'm dying to find out why Raven and Xander's room is no longer his room, but I also don't want to ruin the moment. And I have a feeling the answer to that question is a definite downer.

"Have you got condoms?" His voice sounds desperate.

I shake my head. "I thought if I had them handy it would be too great of a temptation to-um-go back to my old ways."

He bites his bottom lip for a long moment. "Are you on the pill?"

"I get injections," I tell him. When he tilts his head like a puppy and gives me a questioning look I give a short explanation of the birth control method.

"I want you," he pleads. "I want to be inside of you right now more that I want to breathe."

"Neither one of us is exactly a poster child for safe s.e.x," I remind him.

"I've always used condoms. Always. I never dive into the pool without a wetsuit."

"I do too," I tell him.

"Have you ever done it without one?" he asks.

I shake my head. "What about you?"

"Nope."

I raise an eyebrow. "Not even with Raven?"

"No," he repeats.

We both stare at each other for a long moment. Then he finally asks the question we both knew was inevitable. "Do you want to?"

"My body wants to..." I admit. "But I don't want you to attach some kind of meaning to it."

He frowns. "I won't." But I can hear it in his voice. The lie. He definitely will.

"It's still just a f.u.c.k," I explain. "Nothing more."

"I'm cool with that." His words don't match the look in his eyes. The look in his eyes says he wants to possess me. He looks like an only child who doesn't want to share his toys.

"Okay," I finally agree. I'm desperate to have his d.i.c.k inside of me and it's clear I have no more willpower. Even though the rational side of me is screaming not to do it I still consent. And I know that things will get complicated and messy and Leo will become even more obsessed with having me than he already is.

"Okay?" His voice cracks.

"I said yes. Now f.u.c.k me before I change my mind."

He doesn't hesitate for another moment. When he pushes inside of me without any barrier between us I know I'm in big trouble. s.e.x with Leo is already different than any other f.u.c.k in so many ways, but having him bare inside of me feels better than I ever imaged he could feel.

The hardness and rawness of his thrusts flood me with pure ecstasy. And before long I'm completely lost in the erotic pleasure of his rhythm.

Our rhythm.

Our bodies seem to become one. The shared tempo binding our bodies completely.

When his drives become deeper and more frantic he knows exactly when to stifle my loud moan with his exquisite mouth.

With one final plunge I'm hurtled to the point of no return. I let out a cry of pure delight as Leo shudders and explodes inside of me.

Even though we're both sweaty and sticky Leo wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.

I try to wriggle free, but he won't let me go. He tightens his arms around me instead.

"Do you want to cuddle?" I tease.

"Maybe..."

I can't help but laugh. It strikes me as funny that I'm the one who wants to f.u.c.k and run and Leo wants after-s.e.x intimacy. So much for the gender stereotypes.

"You'll need to let me go eventually," I warn. And I realize I don't just mean this moment. No good can come from Leo wanting some kind of a relationship with someone like me: an addict with more baggage than a freighter.

He doesn't bother to respond. He just continues to hold me in his strong arms. Leo's got the tough guy routine down to a science, but he's really a big softy with a gigantic heart. One that I really don't want to break.

When I realize he's really not going to let me go anytime soon I settle into his embrace and decide just to enjoy the moment.

I allow Leo Donovan to hold me for a while.

"Turn it off," I mutter as I swat at whatever the bright thing is that's shining in my eyes.

Then I hear Leo's laugh. It takes me a few seconds to remember that I feel asleep in Leo's bed. Wrapped in his arms. After the best night of s.e.x in my entire life.

"It's the sun," he says as he hops out of bed. "I can't shut it off."

"Just make it go away," I grumble.

When he closes the shade I breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"Anything for my Wild Child."

That stops me cold. I realize he calls me Wild Child, which I can tolerate even though it's not a moniker I actually approved, but calling me his is not the direction I want to head. "It was just a f.u.c.k," I remind him.

"Right. I know."

We stare at each other for a long moment. "What are your plans for today?"

"Harper has a pile of work for me. I think she's been saving work up for weeks just waiting for me to get out of rehab."

"After that?" he asks.