Trust Me (9 page)

    
As he ran up the steps to his house, he
wondered why he kept lying to himself and didn’t simply admit the woman had the
potential to mean more to him than any other, admit that he wanted the chance
to explore a real relationship for a change and he wanted it with her. Brooke
would be here for a month, plenty of time for them to explore the possibility
of them having a relationship outside of the bedroom. A knock on his front door
caught him before he headed upstairs to change. Irritated at yet another
interruption that was going to delay seeking out Brooke he swung open the door,
his scowl turning into a welcoming smile.

    
“I was just getting ready to check up on
you,” he greeted her as he grabbed her hand and hauled her inside, closing the
door behind her.

    
Pulse pounding with a mixture of
excitement and nerves, Brooke threw her arms around his neck and drew his head
down to hers. “I didn’t want to wait.”

    
Alec met her lips, allowing her the lead
for now, and opened his mouth to her exploring tongue, the feel of her slim
body and unencumbered breasts against his body arousing him as quickly as the
first time he had felt her clinging to him with such wild
 
abandon. The woman could definitely kiss, he
thought as their lips clung, their tongues dueled, their teeth nibbled and
their breathing escalated. Sliding his hands down her back, he cupped her ass,
the feel of those soft, firm globes filling his palms and the obvious fact that
there was nothing keeping him from feeling her bare flesh except the thin
material of her short dress making his cock go from hard to rigid. Thank God it
was an easy maneuver to pull her dress up, exposing all that tantalizing flesh
and easier still to fill his palms with it.

    
Moaning, Brooke pulled away and slid down
to her knees, taking all that temptation away from him then made him quickly
forget his disappointment by releasing his cock and taking him into the velvet
softness of her mouth. “This little scene seems vaguely familiar,” he panted as
he braced his hands on the door behind her and thrust deeper into her mouth.

    
Brooke released him with her mouth but
kept a steady tight grip around him as she glanced up. “Are you complaining?”

    
“Hell no. In fact, if you stop now, I’ll
have to punish you, again.”

    
Brooke laughed, feeling lighter and more
comfortable with a man than she had in a long time and was more confident that
this was going to work out the way she had hoped. “I’ve missed your threats,
Alec.”

    
“If you’ll recall, sugar, I don’t
threaten.”

    
Brooke smiled, then took him deep again,
treating his cock to a long slow lick followed by a deep suctioning of her
cheeks as she pulled back until only the head remained in her mouth. When her
tongue moved from caressing just his head to stroke the sensitive underside,
pleasure ignited small embers into flames and when she took the hand that was
cupping his balls and moved it under her dress, the flames erupted into an
inferno. The sight of her hand moving between her legs, knowing what she was
doing as she continued to suck him deep, only heightened his already out of
control senses.

    
“Pull up your dress, Brooke, let me see
you.” His voice sounded hoarse, even to his own ears, but he didn’t care.
 
It took all his effort and control not to
shoot his wad now, but he was determined to hold back, wanting to wait until
she came with him.

    
But Brooke obviously had an agenda and
ignored his demand, concentrating harder on her efforts to get them both off.
When she moaned softly around his dick, the plundering of her fingers between
her legs mimicking the fast bobbing of her mouth on his cock, he knew she was
as close as he was, and when her face flushed and dampened and her tongue
swirled with unrelenting strokes covering every inch of his hard flesh, he
caved to the pressure and released his come down her throat in a volcanic rush
of ecstasy.

    
Brooke tried to concentrate on swallowing
his come, but it was difficult as her own orgasm burst upon her with the force
of a tsunami, flooding her senses with its impact. The only time she had come
in the last eight months had been by her own hand, but even with all that
practice, she was surprised by the swiftness and the depth of the pleasure she
had wrought. Being with Alec again had a deeper effect on her than she had
hoped for, bolstering her optimism for a positive outcome when he got inside
her.

    
She was still pulling precious drops of
semen from Alec’s cock and soothing her still convulsing pussy with lighter,
softer strokes when Alec reached down and hauled her up and over his shoulder.
Laughing and sputtering indignantly at the same time, Brooke’s head swam
dizzily as she managed to gasp, “Put me down, you big oaf!”

    
Alec shoved her dress up and swatted her
ass as he ascended the stairs two at a time. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s my
turn.” When she giggled and managed to kick off her flip-flops and wriggle her
toes into his still opened pants and rub them against his already engorged
cock, he swatted her again then rubbed the offending mark with a tantalizing
caress. “Want more?”

    
“I’ll be good.” In truth, the slight sting
from those slaps had already sent a message to her pussy for more, but she was
anxious to get him inside her while this euphoria was with her, stronger than
any time since her ordeal.

    
“Too bad. I would’ve liked a reason to
give you a few more. Then again, rarely do I need a reason to dish out a good
spanking.” Entering his room, he tossed her on the bed then pulled her dress
over her head and tossed it aside before standing back to look his fill.

    
His plan to flip her over and deliver a
few more swats to her buttocks was derailed by the sight of the soft blond
curls covering her mound and the absence of her nipple and navel piercings. He
was about to question her on the changes when she spread her legs and ran her
fingers lightly up her slit.

    
“Fuck me, Alec.”

    
The silent plea in her brown eyes and the
desperation that laced her voice gave him pause, but when she bent her legs and
spread her knees further, he couldn’t ignore the raw need he saw reflected on
her face, a need that mirrored his own. “Are you still protected?” he managed
to ask as he shoved his jeans off and stripped his shirt over his head.

    
“Yes. Now, Alec,” Brooke demanded,
desperately trying to hold on to her arousal.

    
Alec ignored the nagging feeling that
something was off with her and gave in to her demands as well as those of his
body. Draping her knees over his arms, he lifted her hips and sank into her
with one smooth stroke. Warm, wet heat welcomed him, snug vaginal walls closed
around him and her hard little clit rubbed against his cock as he pulled slowly
back and then repeated the stroke. Obviously he had misread her and as she
lifted to meet each of his thrusts, he concentrated on bringing them both the
same amount of pleasure she had treated them to earlier.

    
Brooke’s elation at the way her body
accepted Alec’s cock was short lived as, with each plundering dip of his cock,
she felt the now familiar coldness invading her. Despair welled up as she
grasped his arms, hoping to hold him to her as she struggled to hold on to the
arousal he was responsible for and those men were responsible of robbing her
of. When she realized it was no use, that it wasn’t going to happen for her
again, despite the promising start, she did what she had gotten so good at
doing. Continuing to lift for each deep stroke, she increased her breathing,
moaning a little here and there, then closed her eyes and drew upon her memory
of the last time she had been in this bed with this man and how good it had
been.

    
Alec didn’t know what was going on with
her, but as she faked her way through an imaginary orgasm, he vowed he’d get to
the bottom of it. Her climax downstairs hadn’t been faked nor had her
enthusiasm in going down on him. She had still been damp and soft from that
orgasm, her clit still red and swollen when he had entered her moments ago. Her
demands to be fucked had been desperate, but real and it was only after he was
inside her that her body had changed, no longer eager to reach that plateau
that it had been striving for.

    
His body, on the other hand, had no
problem reaching that high, and, regardless of her duplicity, he felt his balls
draw up and his cock jerk with his impending climax. Groaning, he let go,
erupted inside her drying sheath and fought to control his thrusts and his
temper before slowly pulling from her unresisting body.

    
“I’ll be right back,” he said, his eyes
hard on her as she smiled at him with feigned pleasure. “And then you can tell
me what the hell just happened.”

    
Shit, Brooke thought as she sat up and
watched him stride angrily into the bathroom. She had forgotten how astute he
was, how tuned in he had been to her body’s every reaction the last time she
was here. Scrambling up, she hurriedly slipped her dress on and dashed
downstairs wondering what made her think she could fake her way through her
failings with a man like Alec. Jumping into the golf cart, she drove back to
her bungalow, despair and frustration clawing at her as she realized he had
been her last hope of ever getting her life back and her revenge on those who
had robbed her of so much.

Chapter Six

    
Brooke took her cup of coffee and went to
sit on her small front porch. Propping her feet up on the rail, she took a sip
of the hot brew and relished the heat in her mouth and throat as well as the
warmth from the midmorning sun beating down on her upturned face. The sound of
the waves rolling onto the beach and the stunning view of the crystal blue
water that extended as far as she could see worked to soothe the restlessness
that two sleepless, toss filled nights had wrought. The fact that she hadn’t
seen or heard from Alec in those two days didn’t help her nerves. Alec wasn’t
the type of man to let what happened between them, or rather what didn’t
happen, go without an explanation.
 
Neither had she gotten up the nerve to seek him out again and give him
that explanation. She wasn’t ready to give up on her plan, nor was she ready to
admit defeat when it came to overcoming this block her traitorous body had
developed. She just had to figure out what plan B was since plan A failed so
miserably.

    
No, she thought, Plan A had been a go
until the last minute. She had gotten further with Alec, stayed aroused longer
with him than she had with the two previous men she had been intimate with
since Richard had betrayed her trust that awful night. Three months had passed
since Richard had forced a ménage on her with a man she didn’t know and she had
been confident she had overcome the ordeal emotionally enough to resume a
normal sex life again. She had no trouble since the rape in getting herself off
and had assumed she’d have no trouble climaxing with a man. She didn’t have
nightmares or flashbacks over her ordeal and physically, other than a few
bruises that had long since faded, she hadn’t been harmed.

    
Joe had been a previous lover, someone she
was comfortable with and was still on good terms with. But barely fifteen
minutes after they had landed naked in her bed together, Brooke knew it was
going to be a no go for her. Determined to see it through, she closed her eyes
and thought of Alec, a combination of memory and fantasy that always aroused
her, but with each thrust of Joe’s cock, she felt herself slipping into a void
of nothingness, no fear, no anxiety and no pleasure. For the first time in her
life, she faked her way through an orgasm and her way through concealing her
frustration and devastation at this new development and consequence from an
encounter she had thought she had put behind her.

    
Joe, bless his kind, oblivious nature, had
been none the wiser that night or the two other times she had been with him
with the same dismal results. Deciding she simply wasn’t ready to resume an
active sex life, she went back to masturbating. Three months later her sexual
frustration had reached a boiling point when she was out with Susan, a
co-worker, at a small bar they often frequented after work and Susan happened
to see a longtime friend she had introduced Brooke to. Adam was tall, built, with
brown hair and blue eyes and instantly reminded her of Alec. She didn’t know if
that was why she was so attracted to him, and didn’t really care. For the first
time in months, she had the urge to get naked with a guy again, to feel him
filling her sheath with hard deep strokes, and ached to feel herself come apart
from the power of those thrusts instead of the milder, softer strokes of her
own fingers.

    
Two hours later, feeling comfortable and
aroused with Adam, going on Susan’s assurance that he was a good guy, she
followed him to his apartment, anticipation humming through her veins. Her
confidence that her mental and physical block to intercourse was gone was once
again short lived. Her body was with her as they stumbled through his door together;
their lips locked, their hands shedding clothes, and stayed with her as he
anxiously pulled her into his bedroom and onto his bed. Her nipples peaked, her
pussy swelled, dampened and ached for possession and she accepted his cock
inside her with a sigh of pleasure that soon turned to a feigned response as
she once again shut down just as quickly as with Joe.