Surviving Brooklyn (Brooklyn Series Book 1) by Elizabeth York Page B

goodbye.
    “Brook…” The veins in his neck and forehead protruded, telling me he was close.
    “Mark, look at me when you come. Please, let me have that much,” I whispered, as a tear streamed down my face. The rain helped to hide it, but Mark and I both knew it was there.
    He kissed the tear falling on the side of my face and pumped into me faster. I felt the pulsing behind my clit once more. Mark altered his position slightly so he was hitting that spot over and over again.
    I stared into his eyes as my body tightened down on him. My breasts swelled and felt heavy. I caressed his cheeks as the orgasm rammed into me. I kept my eyes locked on his as the waves of pleasure flowed through. It was a mixture of release and pain as the orgasm shattered my heart. I seemed to find myself here a lot lately, but I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.
    I kissed Mark to drown out my cries and tightened down on him. The guttural moan he let out told me he was in the same ecstasy. He stared into my eyes as he pumped into me and came inside me. Then he bore down on me and kissed me as if he was starving for my lips.
    I hadn’t noticed the rain had stopped until he pulled out of me. I instantly felt empty again as he stood up and pulled me with him. I picked my soaked shirt up off the ground and pulled my skirt down while he fixed his pants.
    “Brooklyn, we need to talk. It can’t wait any longer. Let’s go get dry clothes and have some coffee.”
    I nodded my understanding and let him take my hand and walk back to the hospital. Kate was waiting for us with Mark’s Escalade.
    “You guys are loud,” Kate whispered as she smiled at me.
    “We weren’t doing anything,” I replied with a smile on my face. I really wasn’t in a laughing mood, but considering what could have happened to Mark, I would allow for Kate to lighten the mood.
    “Geez, Mark, is your dick that big or did you stick her on a vibrating Harley and take her for a ride?” Kate winked at him and Mark’s face didn’t change. He had turned into the tin man and acted as though he didn’t have a heart.
    “Kate, we are going to drop you off at home, and go talk, if that’s okay with you,” I said.
    “Actually, take me to your hotel. You have single cops waiting for you and I could use some company. Just bring wine when you come back to the room.”
    I nodded my acceptance, and Mark grabbed my hand, holding it while he drove.
    “Mark, you can’t scare us like that again. We thought you were dead,” Kate said, as we headed for the hotel.
    “So did I,” Mark admitted.
    “What happened?”
    “It was a trap. We went to arrest this guy who was already dead. We saw him through the open door to his house. When we entered there were traps set up. I tripped on the door frame and fell back which is why I got a graze instead of a bullet in the brain.” Mark squeezed my hand. God, I loved this man. Even in the face of that danger, he was there reassuring me. He was giving me comfort for his turmoil.
    “What happens now?” Kate asked.
    “We are now sharing the case with the FBI. They have the bomb squad, SWAT, and an EOD team in route to clear the house. They are having to evacuate part of the neighborhood before anyone else goes in. We don’t want to risk losing more people or evidence that can lead us to his killer.”
    The ride was turning ominous. Everyone felt it, but no one said anything about it. I turned to Kate and gave her the biggest smile I could manage as my way of saying thank you to my friend. She stared at Mark holding my hand and back at me. I shook my head that there was nothing there, but she had to add her two cents.
    “Mark, you know you two would make an adorable couple.” Kate giggled.
    “Is that so?” Mark responded sarcastically.
    “Oh, yeah. I bet the sex would be hot and the babies would be adorable. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to see a bunch of little Brooks running around.” 
    I turned to look at her with a