Brooke Monk Fanfic Novels & Stories

“We already have. Look at him he’s going to grow up knowing he’s loved. Knowing exactly who his father is, a good man who chose to be better.” “Thank you for giving me this life, Pearl. I don’t say it enough.” “You show me every day.” I paused, then smirked. “Though you could show me later tonight when Finn’s asleep..” His eyes went dark with lust. “Careful, woman. I’ll take you right here in front of everyone.” I laughed. “Save it for the honeymoon ride.” Brick wandered over with two beers. “President. Old Lady. Mind if I steal him for a minute? The boys want to give him the official re-patch.”

She narrowed her eyes pointedly at me while Haynes smirked coyly. My brows knitted, and my hand flew to my chest. “Me?” I acted oblivious. “Oh, you were talking to me?” My brows relaxed and I dropped my hand. “I thought you were talking about the omega wolf who was previously on your father's arm. You know, the one who was trying so hard to be Dalton's Luna.” “Brooke is nothing like you,” Ramonda’s tone was ugly with a snarl. “You shameless rogue seducer.”

“I knew this camera would be perfect. Wait, let me try the zoom… hold still, hold still. Malia, Maverick, just a little closer… yes, perfect!” We smiled automatically, posed, and nodded, but inside I was replaying the almost-touch, the way his hand had grazed mine, the heat that shot up my arm. Guilt tangled with thrill. I shouldn’t feel this way about Maverick. He was my stepbrother, and yet… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The fish was coming along nicely, and I started dicing up a second mango, a satisfied grin creeping onto my face. “Oh, you totally did him!” Brooke exclaimed, jumping up and down a little in a happy dance. Her eyes widened, and she set down her knife so she could put both hands on my shoulders. She searched my face, hazel eyes taking in every detail of my expression. “You have totally fallen for him, haven't you?” “No!” I told her, shrugging her hands off my shoulders. She raised her eyebrows at me and blinked. “I mean... maybe?”

Then she felt him pull the neckline down, stretching the fabric to expose her perky mound so he could cup her flesh in his hand. He didn't even kiss her mother that deeply when she'd spied on them in the hot tub. Brook felt the best and most excited she ever had in her life, yet she knew it could only be better. Just the feel of her father's rigid cock through his pants was almost more than she could stand. And having his hand on her bare boob while they kissed was one thing she already knew wasn't going to be a once-only proposition. She might've been young, but Brook knew she was meant for this and meant for him, and she was ready to give him everything she had.