Page 64 of Broken Pieces

My legs begin to give out as he works my body into a frenzy. I grab onto his shoulders when I feel like I am not going to be able to stand any longer. He takes his free hand and wraps it around my hip to support me, his fingers grazing the crack between my butt cheeks.

“Oh my fucking god, don’t stop,” I moan barely able to keep my voice down.

He bites my clit sending me over the edge. I collapse over his shoulder unable to stand. He lifts me up and sets me on the bathroom counter. He plunges his fingers that were inside of me into his mouth, a smirk on his face. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since your sister showed up.”

“Why did I agree to this party? I would have taken that a few hours ago.”

He pulls my top back over my breasts and kisses me on the cheek. “Well, we have plenty of time for more of that, Blue.”

He lifts me off the counter and sets me on my still wobbly legs. He pulls my bottoms up and smacks my ass. “Now let’s get you back to the cottage so we can finish what we started. But in bed, so I don’t have to worry how wobbly your limbs get when I lick you all over and make you come over and over.”

We go back to the party to say goodbye to everyone. Tacoma is making out with the guy she was talking to and doesn’t notice Brooks and I head to the cottage. I am too needy to care about what the rest of the people think as we head to the cottage together, his arm wrapped around my side.

* * *

I bask in the warmth of Brooks’ body as I wake up the next morning. We only slept a few hours. The rest we spent showing each other just how much we wanted the other.

His arms tighten around my stomach as he presses a kiss to my ear, “Good morning beautiful Blue. I forgot to give you your present last night.”

I turn around in his arms and stare into his eyes. “You gave me a lot of presents last night. What more could I need?”

He kisses me hard, his tongue making quick work to make my body tingle all over.

He pulls back. “Those were just bonus presents. I loved them all. But I did get you a real present.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He pushes a piece of hair behind my ear. “I know I didn’t. But I wanted to.”

He rolls over and gets out of bed. He walks toward his closet and I ogle his body. That perfectly tight ass, those defined muscles in his shoulders, his biceps straining as he searches for whatever he got me.

He turns around and walks back to the bed. “Maybe I should have just put a bow on myself because the way you are looking at me makes me feel like this gift doesn’t even matter.”

I put my hands out in front of me making the international give me sign with my hands. “I’ll take that hot body of yours next, but I want that present first.”

He laughs as he hands me a box wrapped in brown paper. “It’s not much. But I thought you might be happy to have this back.”

I look at him, curious as to what he means. He glances down at the box and I rip the paper off. I open the box and gasp as I see what is inside.

It’s the French dessert cookbook my mom gave me for my eighth birthday.

I look up at him, tears pricking my eyes. “Where did you find this?”

“Harper let me go through the basement at their house. I was hoping I would find this. It was in an old box with your name on it.”

Tears start to spill down my cheeks. Brooks grasps my face with both hands and wipes the tears away. “Is it too much?”

I shake my head, unable to get the words out. “I never thought I would find this.”

“Trust me. I didn’t think I would find it either. Took me almost an hour. I was afraid Easton was going to come home and bust my ass.”

I smile at him. “He probably would have.”

He kisses me softly on the lips and pulls back. I flip open the book and find a picture of me at the county fair when I was fourteen, holding up a blue ribbon. It was my fourth year in a row winning best pie and I was so happy. I remember back then I felt like I was making my mom so proud that I kept baking after she died. That I kept learning and growing as a baker. Back then I thought that was what I was going to do with my future.

Funny how things change.

I shake the thought as I continue to flip through the pages. My mom and I wrote notes in the margins of the book on things that needed correcting or ways to make things better.