“There … I don't want men with money to be the first people to see me naked.”
There's a long, awkward pause there where I realize that I'm the only man in the room currently. But no, no. After what I've just learned, this girl is an absolute no. Never gonna happen. A virgin stripper with two inherited kids? Fuck that shit.
“Listen, Brooke,” I start as she turns to me and looks at me with those big fucking Bambi eyes. Jesus, they're like marbles or something. She sweeps her long, dark hair over her shoulder and then reaches down to the top button on her shirt.
“Please,” she whispers, and I have no idea how I'm supposed to tell her no. Especially because my body is one hundred percent on board with this plan. Brooke's shaking fingers start to pull buttons apart as I take a step back and she follows me into the room. I'm not sure what the hell I'm supposed to be doing with her at this point, but I settle for scooting Sadie over and sitting on the bed. The baby's still asleep, but I tilt her seat away from the action anyway. “Just look at me,” she says and my entire body flushes hot and warm, my cock rising to the occasion with gusto. My fingers curl into the blankets as I force myself to hold still and watch.
Brooke pulls her purple plaid top off and tosses it aside, leaving her breasts trapped in mint green fabric with little pink roses. I kind of want to bite them all off, but I make myself stay sitting because, hell, I'm not a fucking predator. I'm not gonna pray on some chick who's about to have a panic attack. When she starts undoing her pants though, a groan builds in my throat and I wish with a wild fervor that we were both in Vegas, strangers undressing in my apartment—alone—without six kids in the house.
Kids.
Those kids could come up here at any minute and yet … I don't hear anyone on the stairs, so I make myself sit stone still, watching, my eyes eating up the sight as Brooke pushes her jeans to the floor and steps out of them, her undies a baggy pair of black cotton granny panties that'd be hilarious under any other circumstances.
“You were going to strip in those?” I ask, but it's not as funny of a joke as I'd meant it to be. When Brooke moves closer, putting a knee on one side of me and then straddling my lap—and the hard bulge of my erect cock—I'm powerless to resist. She's a beautiful girl and I'm turned-on as hell and here she is, offering herself to me. Who am I to say no?
Brooke wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me, her tongue hot and slick, sliding into my mouth and flicking across my teeth. Hmm. Not bad for a virgin.
I put my hands on her hips and kiss her back, showing her how to move her tongue, let me in to take control. And that's what she wants right now, I can tell. She wants someone else to take control of the situation, stop her from doing this. I can't exactly make that call, now can I? But I can give her this. If she wants to take this away from those men, this first look at her naked body, then I'll take it for her.
My hands smooth up to Brooke's waist before I lift her away from my lap and stand up.
“Take it all off,” I say as I strip my shirt and she takes a small step back, pausing for a split second before tossing her bra and stepping out of those hideous panties. Her breasts are full but not huge, perky and taut with hard pink nipples and a rosy flush. I want them in my goddamn hands now.
I step forward and breathe in Brooke's sweet scent. God, I love how women smell. Like fruit and flowers and vanilla. A sweep of my hands through her long hair makes the scent stronger, reminds me of cucumbers and watermelon. Yum.
“Lay down,” I whisper as I move back and let her crawl onto the bed, her bare ass perky and plump as she turns and then lays back, letting me get a good, long look at her, at the shaved line of her pussy, the whiteness of her thighs. When I crawl onto the bed, it dips under my weight, squeaking softly as I line my body up with Brooke's and kiss her mouth hard, let her touch and caress my back and chest and belly. Her hands are everywhere, like she's desperate for me, her hips lifting up off the bed, grinding into me as I clench my hands in the sheets and struggle to keep this above the belt.
I said I'd look at her, not … fuck her.
Christ.
What the hell am I doing?
Brooke's arms circle my neck, trapping our mouths together as she arches her breasts into my chest, encourages me to press her into the mattress with my weight. In the back of my mind, I know we really shouldn't be doing this or anything with the realm of this.
But I can't stop.
Naw, maybe I don't stop?
When she drops her hands to my jeans and tears the button open, I let her, let her stick her hand in there and touch me, sliding her palm down my shaft with a gasp tearing from her throat.