Coming Home (Pierpoint View #1)

Chapter Thirty-Three - Summer

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Summer

As soon as the door closes behind us, I’m pulling at his sweatshirt, undoing the belt on his jeans.

“Needy, Princess?” he teases, pulling my own sweater off me.

“Uh huh.” Too distracted getting his clothes off to answer him with words.

“Hey,” Brooks steps away, taking his sweatshirt off the rest of the way after I failed to reach above his head, “Hey.” He grabs my hands, pulling me into him. “We have time, no use strangling me in the process,” he jokes.

I wrap my arms around his waist, leaning my head on his bare chest. “I’m sorry, I was nervous to surprise you and now you’re right here and I just…”

“I know,” he murmurs and I feel his lips press a kiss to my hair. “How about we take it slow, eh? I have just played in and won a hockey game, I should take it easy.”

“Oh yeah?” I say, looking up at him through my eyelashes, sliding my hands slowly up and down his back, my nails scraping slightly.

He hums. “Yeah, I think I need to be looked after tonight, don’t you? ”

“Well,” I say, taking his hand and pulling him behind me further into the apartment, “How about I do just that.”

His apartment is huge and I have no idea where I’m taking him and I’ll be sure to snoop around at some point but I have other things to be doing right now.

Brooks fakes a cough, “Left,” another cough, “Go left,” he says using his coughs to cover his words and I laugh.

“Thank you.”

I push open the double doors to his room and turn around to face him. “Get on the bed.”

He raises an eyebrow but it does it anyway, sitting down at the foot of the bed.

“Lay back.” He continues to do as I say, moving up and resting his hands behind his head on the pillows.

I take him in, laying there shirtless with just his jeans on. He’s waiting for me and I just want to savor this moment.

“Princess, you coming?”

He words spur me into movement and I head over to the bed, climbing on and undoing the button on his jeans, before pulling them down and off his legs, brining his boxers with them. He lays there, already semi-hard and I almost moan at the sight, feeling myself respond in kind.

Without saying a word, I move up the bed, sliding my hands up his thighs and take him into my mouth and he almost chokes. “Fuck, Summer.”

I swirl my tongue around the head, bringing my hand to the base of his cock applying the littlest of pressure. I feel him grow in my mouth and he groans, and I continue the same motions until he’s fully hard.

I lift my head and remove my hand, catching my breath for a second, pressing a kiss to his hip bone, licking a bead of precum of the tip and taking him fully in my mouth, worshiping him.

After a couple minutes, I bring him deeper, the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I hold it there for a few seconds, swallowing so my throat tightens around him and lifting back off. I repeat it until his hips lift, meeting my movements and I gag around him, not expecting him to do that, but not taking him out of my mouth either.

It makes him groan louder, but he asks, “Are you okay?” through gritted teeth, breaths coming out in pants.

I hum around him and the vibrations must tip him over the edge because he reaches down, pulling my head away from him and lifting me to straddle his hips, slamming his lips against my own.

I moan and as much as I was enjoying myself, I also enjoy this a whole lot too and I can feel how wet I am and right now.

“Stand up,” Brooks murmurs and I do. He follows me, ripping my jeans down my thighs, my underwear too, twisting me and throwing me down on to the bed so I land on my back.

He moves on top of me, hands coming up to cup my breasts, landing kissed from my stomach to my neck, to my lips.

“You’re killing me you know that?” he says. As I’m about to answer, I feel his cock slide into me before bottoming out and I let out a long moan.

“Brooks,” Every time with him feels like the first time, and it’s like theres a feeling that I can’t explain that fills my chest like I can’t express how this man makes me feel.

“Fuck, I know, I know.”

He starts moving and it’s like I can feel every inch as he works his way in and out .

“You’re so fucking wet, Princess. It’s so easy fucking you like this.”

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way he speaks to me, I never thought I was one for dirty talk but here I am, almost begging for it every time.

Brooks pulls out just as I feel the tightening in my stomach and I whine, and he flips me over, slapping my ass in return. “Don’t be such a princess, Princess.” I can just tell he has that stupid smirk on his face as he says it.

“Put your hands on the head board,” he says, lifting my hips until I’m on my knees and I follow his orders.

He widens my legs with his knees, sliding back inside me with ease, our simultaneous moans filling the room.

He wraps a hand in my hair, pulling it tight, slamming in to me. At this angle he’s hitting just the right spot inside me and with every thrust, it pushes me closer and closer to that delicious edge.

“You’ve got to cum, Princess. I need— I have to cum, so you need to cum,” he groans out and hearing him beg like that is my point of no return.

My muscles spasm and I fall to the pillow below me, the only thing holding me up is Brooks’ strong grip. My orgasm triggers his own and he stills as I feel him cumming inside me, keeping me tight in his grasp, his breathing labored.

He lets me go, falling beside me to lay on his back and I curl up beside him resting my head on his chest.

“That was a warm welcome,” I say and his laugh shakes my head.

“Very warm.” His fingers stroke my shoulder and it causes goosebumps to rise on my skin. “How did you get here?” he asks.

“By plane. ”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

I lean my chin on his chest and run my fingers through his hair, playing with the tiny curls by his ear, “Lennon planned it out, she called your assistant— which I didn’t know you had by the way!”

He groans, “I do, and I don’t use her often. I can do my own shit, I don’t need one. My stupid agent hired her for me.”

“Well, she was very lovely and I believe arranged me coming here so you should really thank her.”

He kisses me. “I should send her a fruit basket. Thank you for coming, it was the best surprise.”

“You’re welcome.” I kiss him once more, “Now, I need to shower, please and thank you.”

“I’ll show you how the shower works,” he says, following as I get off the bed.

“Uh uh, I know how to work a shower.”

I push him back onto the bed and dodge his grasp as I run to the bathroom and lock the door behind me, completely and utterly content.

“I’m not wearing your jersey Brooks,” I say, taking a sip of my coffee the next day.

He puts the jersey down on the bar stool next to me, “But you’ll look so good wearing it,” he whispers, kissing me on the cheek and taking a slice of toast off the plate in front of me.

This apartment is a lot more habitable than his house back in town, there was actually food in the fridge and proper coffee in the cupboards. When I mentioned it to him earlier, he said that was another one of his assistant’s doings and to not give him the credit.

He sighs when I don’t answer, “How about you wear the jersey underneath your sweater?”

I give him a derisive look. “You really want me to wear it?” He nods, a child-like grin on his face and I give in, rolling my eyes. “Fine.”

Brooks squeezes me into a hug, nearly pulling me off my chair. “You’re the best, Princess, maybe I’ll get you your own for Christmas.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I say pushing him away. “That reminds me, what are you doing for Christmas?”

He takes the seat next to me. “Well usually, I’m home for Christmas eve, Christmas day and Boxing day, I’ll probably be able to fly out Christmas eve evening. Lennon and Gray usually come over and we get takeout. Why?”

I swallow, nervousness trying to stop me from voicing my thoughts but I take a deep breath and blurt it out, “I’m going to be alone for my birthday and for Christmas and I don’t want to intrude, and I know we’ve only just started—”

“Summer,” Brooks grabs my hands, “Yes, you can spend Christmas with us… wait, when’s your birthday?” he asks and I actually can’t believe the topic of our birthdays have never come up.

“Christmas eve.” I cringe as I say it, waiting for the inevitable.

He gives me an incredulous look. “And your parents called you Summer?” And there it is.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” I shrug.

He laughs and it brings me joy to watch, even though its at my expense. I let him continue on and once he calms down, he wipes a stray tear away and says, “Well, I will aim to catch a flight on the 23rd so I don’t miss your birthday, Princess.”

My heart swells and I lean forward to kiss him. “You don’t have to, but thank you.”

“Mines February 5th just so you know.” He holds up his hand, “Wait,” he walks away and rummages through a kitchen drawer and once he finds what he’s looking for he brings it over with his palm open. A key is laying there in his palm, and I give him a questioning look.

“What is this?” I ask.

“It’s a key to my house—”

“What the hell, Brooks?”

“I’m not asking you to move in with me,” he says quickly, “I wouldn’t do it like this. I’m just giving you a key to use, especially if you end up staying with me every time I come home,” he says simply, making sure I understand. I can’t tell whether its disappointment or relief that floods through me. I know we just started dating and we don’t even have a label yet, hell we didn’t know each others birthday until 2 minutes ago, but the prospect of living with him was maybe starting to sound appealing.

A bell rings through the apartment just as I take the key from him, “Oh shit, that’ll be Toby, I have to get going to the game. Are you going to be okay with Leila picking you up?” he asks, standing and getting his things ready.

I nod. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I walk him to the door and he kisses me goodbye. “Good luck, I’ll see you after the game.”

“Bye, Princess.” And he turns, getting in the elevator, smiling at me as the doors close on him.

“I actually can’t believe how well the team is doing, it’s crazy to think Brooks almost lost his career, but looking at him now, he’s carrying this team all the way back to the Stanley Cup,” A reporter says excitedly as I pass by, Leila walking next to me as we head down to the locker rooms again. They’d just won again and it was tense for a while, both teams stuck at one point until the very end when Brooks scored the last and winning point of the game.

Leila leans close. “They’re not wrong, he’s really proving himself.”

It’s nice hearing these things about Brooks. I didn’t know him before his injury but I could tell that it was a dark time for him when he first got to town, and to hear he’s excelling people’s expectations already so early in the season fills me with pride for the guy’s jersey I’m wearing. I opted to wear it over the sweatshirt, I thought that would be another nice little surprise for him.

Leila and I took a little longer getting down to the locker rooms than we did yesterday, and Toby is already there waiting.

“Brooks is just doing an interview, he won’t be long,” he says, pointing in the direction of the hoards of reporters and cameras.

My curiosity got the best of me and I walk over to the crowd in hopes to see Brooks in action. Luckily as I reach them, a space forms in the crowd at the edge of the group and I take the spot, leaning against the wall.

It’s a strange scenario to see Brooks in, having a bunch of microphones and cameras aimed at him but he seems so comfortable.

“Brooks, is it true your time as an eligible bachelor has come to an end? You’re officially off the market?” A female voice asks.

Another pipes up, “Who was the girl in the photos at the airport? The one wearing your jersey tonight?”

I knew I would’ve got in to some of those photos at the airport and it was only a matter of time before my anonymity was blown but it still feels icky to know that so many people have noticed me. And I guess it doesn’t help that after Brooks’ game scoring goal, he skated around the rink until he found me in the crowd and pointed at me, dedicating the point to me.

Brooks looks down, his tongue coming out to wet his lips before looking back up and around at the crowd, looking like he’s debating something. Eventually, his eyes meet mine and he smiles, one only reserved for me.

Finally he answers, “Yeah. You could say that.”

After his declaration, the cameras go crazy and people start talking over each other. I guess it’s big news that he’s been taken off the market.

“What’s her name?”

“Where did you meet?”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Brooks, answer the questions.”

“My girlfriend’s name is Summer. Thank you for the questions, I’m heading home now.”

My heart almost beats out of my chest. Girlfriend.

Brooks walks away, heading to me and grabs my hand. “Lets go home, Princess,” he says, leading me out of the building.

“Okay, boyfriend.” He looks over his shoulder at me with a wicked grin on his face.

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.”