Prologue

A SEARING BRIGHT LIGHT stings her eyes and Everleigh turns over in the bed while stifling a groan. The sun peeking out through the open curtains is reflecting off the crisp white sheets on the bed – a bed that isn’t hers. Her body stills in recognition of the space and she thinks back to why she’s not resting in her own room until the dry, cottony feeling of her mouth registers.

Tequila.

It had never been her friend and now she remembers why as she takes in the very naked male form sleeping beside her. Even in her groggy stage Everleigh can’t help but appreciate the sculpted body next to her resting on top of the sheets, his chest and morning erection beckoning her forward as a vision from the previous night passes through her mind.

Everleigh crawled on her hands and knees on the bed where Brooks stares at her, patiently waiting. He had asked her what took her so long, but she ignored him, simply wanting to taste him, feel him, feel alive – something she had been lacking for years.

She had straddled his thighs, bringing her mouth towards the tip of his cock until she gasped realizing that he had a very prominent piercing looped across the tip. She never gave Brooks the chance to explain, she sucked on his cock as if she needed it to survive, and at that moment, she did.

Something about the infuriating man brought out the worst in her on most days, but then, moments like this, she couldn’t get enough of him.

He didn’t give her a chance to play with his cock and piercing long, he flipped her on her back and thrust himself so far into her she saw stars. The sex was wild, passionate, explosive, and perfect.

 “If you keep staring at me like that I’m going to have to do something about it,” his gravelly voice reveals from behind a bent arm covering his face.

She closes her eyes tightly, in both embarrassment and confusion at her desire towards him.

“What do you remember from last night?” Brooks asks as he turns towards her on the bed, his head resting on the hand of his bent arm, his cock pointing directly for her seeking his refuge in her body.

“Can you turn him off?” she snaps at him with a hand gesturing towards his erection.

Brooks looks down at his waist, chuckles, and then returns his attention to her.

“He has a mind of his own, and I think he likes you.”

“Fine,” she huffs her response as she yanks the sheet up around her chest.

Reaching across the bed, Brooks tucks a piece of hair behind Everleigh’s ear and she struggles to contain her sigh of pleasure at the gesture.

“What do you remember, beautiful?”

She licks her lips and gazes into his hesitant eyes, no ounce of regret shining in them, which surprises her.

In their odd relationship, Brooks gives equally as much as he takes from her – an equal balance of hate and less hate. Everleigh could explore her feelings of distaste for Brooks further, but she is afraid of what the outcome may be.

“Uh… I remember sneaking in here when I heard my sister going at it next door, a piercing, and sex.”

Brooks doesn’t smirk as she had expected; instead, something unfamiliar flashes in his eyes before he turns away and reaches onto his nightstand.

Confusion plagues Everleigh as she tries to recall other events that may have taken place the night before, but she is drawing blanks – until Brooks hands her something.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“Yep,” he says as he moves to hover above her, her legs automatically widening to invite him closer to her body, much to her bewilderment.

As his cock slides effortlessly into her, she drops the offending item and grips the sheets as pleasure surges through her body. Brooks bends forward and licks a trail from her chest, up her neck, to her mouth, where he seals his lips over hers, unaffected by her morning breath.

“What are you doing?” she whispers against his mouth as his pace increases and her climax builds deep in her womb.

“I’m making love to my wife.”

Wife.

That’s all her body needs to detonate around him as her walls quake around his cock still lodged inside her, seeking its own pleasure.

“What did I do?” she whispers as Brooks spills his seed deep inside her before relaxing his body over hers.

“Beautiful, you finally stopped fighting me.”