Page 52 of Beautiful Envy

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do that for me.”

“I’m sure. I’d rather spend the night with you,” he said, his voice growing husky.

Parts of my body woke up, eager to move forward with Brooks.

“Oh?” I asked, trailing my fingers up his shirt. “Is my shy cowboy ready to be tamed?”

His pupils dilated at my words, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Yes,” he whispered, the sound seductive.

Taking his hand, we both ran as we headed to his truck, laughing the whole way.

* * *

The tension was thick as we pulled into the driveway. The last hour had been quiet, both of us stuck in our heads. I felt nervous as butterflies erupted in my belly. What if I wasn’t what he imagined? What if the cam-version of me was better than the real one?

I turned and looked at him; my nerves turned to goo as I stared at his beautiful face. He smiled, ridding me of all my fear.

“You ready?” he asked, holding his hand out.

Placing mine in his, he pulled me across the seat, placing his arm under my butt to lift me. Giggling, I wrapped my arms around his neck, so enamored with this sweet man.

The house was quiet as we entered. It was around midnight, and neither guy expected us back until morning. Brooks made his way through the house, his eyes focusing on me the whole way.

A switch flipped in him the second we stepped into his room. Brooks’ face became determined as he sat me down on the bed.

“I’ve imagined this so many times; I can’t believe it’s really happening,” he whispered. His hands brushed over my shoulders, pushing my straps down. I’d learned that Brooks had a thing for undressing me. So, I sat back and let him, loving the gentle touches he gave me in the process.

His calloused hands ran down my arms, lifting them to remove my shirt. Slowly and with great care, he pulled it off, placing it on the chair. Next, he unbuttoned my jeans, sucking in a breath when he saw my underwear.

I’d worn the pair he’d sent me. Red crotchless lace with a heart cutout in the back. His hands smoothed over the material, trembling slightly when he moved down to pull off my jeans.

“You’re almost too much to bear, Darcie,” he said with a pained voice.

Kissing his cheek, I cupped his jaw, bringing his attention back to me.

“I’m all yours, Cowboy. You don’t have to be scared.”

His eyes closed, nodding as he stepped back to take me in. Unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never left me as he worked on his buttons. I leaned back on my elbows, crossing my legs as I watched, giving him a proper pose.

Once his shirt was gone, he wasted no time removing his belt, his new buckle gleaming as he undid it and placed it on the table. His boxers were tight as he lowered his jeans, the black fabric stretching to keep his cock contained.

Reaching back, I unhooked my bra, letting it fall. Holding it out to him, I let him take it from my fingers, his eyes glued to my breasts.

Moving my hands to them, I smoothed my palms across my nipples, fondling each one as I pushed my breasts together, feeling their weight in my palms. Brooks was frozen to the spot as he watched, his eyes never leaving me.

“Your turn,” I said, scooting back on the bed. I crooked my finger, beckoning him toward me.

He stepped closer to the bed, bending his knee to crawl closer to me. I took in his magnificent body, my eyes trailing over his abs and the trail of dark hair.

I pushed him back on the bed when he was close, straddling his waist. Reaching down, I stroked my hand over his boxers, his eyes fluttering closed.

“You’re sure you’re ready?” I asked, needing to hear it again.

His eyes opened, nodding at me. “Yes, Darcie. I’m ready.” His hands cupped my face, pulling my lips to his. Brooks kissed like he had all the time in the world, savoring every little nip and touch. Breathless, I pulled back, my head a little fuzzy.

Grabbing a condom, I pulled his boxers down and tossed them on the floor. His cock sprang free, eager to greet me. Brooks hissed as I rolled on the condom, his hands going to the bed as he gripped the covers.

Placing my knees on either side, I lowered myself as I lined up with him. Very slowly, I sank down, feeling him stretch my walls.