Sometimes Brooke (The ALWAYS SOMETIMES NEVER Rock Star Romance Series Book 2) by Sierra Avalon Page A

and dad died I felt sad, but it didn’t feel like part of me died too.”
    “I think it’s different for me because I don’t have siblings, or cousins I’m close to, it’s just me and my parents.”
    “You have Harper.”
    “She’s like a sister, I guess. Things are different now that she has Nic.”
    “And things are different for me now that I have you,” I tell her.
    When she turns over to face me I swallow. I have a feeling I know what she’s going to say and I really don’t want to hear it.
    She places her hand on my cheek. “You don’t really want me, Leo. You want the idea of me. Your Wild Child. You don’t want Brooke Rhodes. Nobody does. The girl’s a mess. A basket case with tons of baggage. You could do a lot better than that. And you should. You’re a rich rock star. A celebrity. You can have any girl you want. Why settle for hamburger when you can have filet mignon?”
    I take her hand from my cheek and kiss her knuckles. “I think you’re a little confused about who’s the hamburger and who’s the filet mignon.” Then I look into her eyes. “Maybe I like my girls with lots of baggage. Ever think of that?”
    She shakes her head. “You’re nuts. You know that.”
    “Just crazy about you, Brooke Rhodes. Just crazy about you.”
    She flips back over and nestles up against me again. I wrap her in my arms and pull her even tighter. I hope she realizes I have no intention of ever letting her go.
    “Have you even spooned before?” she asks.
    “I have no idea what the fuck that is.”
    She laughs. “What we’re going now. The way you’re holding me. It’s called spooning. You know—like spoons in a drawer.”
    “Hell, no. Have you ever spooned before?”
    “I’ve perfected the art of the fuck-and-run. Most guys have just enough time to get their dicks out of me before I’m putting my clothes back on. So, no. I’ve never spooned before.”
    “Good,” I tell her as I pull her even closer.
    “Do you like it?” Her voice is soft and unsure.
    “It’s okay…” I’m afraid to admit how much I like it.
    “We don’t have to…” she says as she tries to wriggle free.
    “Stop,” I whisper in her ear. “There’s only one thing I’d rather do than spoon with you, okay.”
    I can feel her entire body relax. “Okay.”
    “Good, now let’s go to sleep.”
    The room is so quiet and I feel so warm and relaxed with Brooke in my arms I don’t even realize I’m drifting off until I feel her slide her shorts off.
    “Are you getting hot?” I ask.
    “You could say that?” Her voice is seductive.
    When she turns over to face me there’s desire in her eyes. I gulp. “I thought you were trying to turn over a new branch.”
    “New leaf,” she corrects. “The Cliché Mangler strikes again.”
    Before I can reply she moves her hand toward my already hardening cock. When she slides her hand over the length of my erection my boxer briefs seem like a nuisance in need of immediate elimination. 
    I begin to slide them down and when she doesn’t protest I kick them off the rest of the way.
    “Now what?” This is her dance and she needs to take the lead.
    She turns her back toward me again, but reaches for my dick. “Let’s spoon and fuck at the same time.”
    “Do you want me to use a condom?” I offer.
    She shakes her head. “I want to feel you inside of me, Leo.”
    I don’t make her wait a moment longer. As I move in closer I ease inside of her. I’m rock hard, but she’s dripping wet. I slide in and she fits me like a glove. She always does. I swear the chick was made just for me.
    As I gently move in and out of her I nibble on her neck and collar bone. She shudders in response. Fucking her like this makes spooning a lot more fun.
    As I continue with long, easy strokes I play with her nipples which were standing up and waving for attention.
    And when my hand moves to her clit and I give it the attention it deserves she practically purrs. 
    “I want you to come with