Brooke Monk Hot Novels & Stories

Nathan said, face hidden, still toweling his wet hair. Brooke snapped around at Nathan’s voice, still holding the catalog in her hands. The nickname was a recent development, and Brooke liked it. Her mouth went dry at the sight of nearly naked Nathan standing in front of her, towel around his waist, droplets of water streaming down his chest and toned abs. She could see Nathan’s long legs and strong arms flexing as he dried his beautiful wet hair. Brooke felt herself getting flushed, feeling hot and cold at the same time; her thundering in her chest at the blatant display of masculinity in front of her. Her mind filled with sudden dirty thoughts of how she could ravish Nathan then and there

‘Anything I can do to help? Bridget smiled. ‘Sadly, no.’ What was wrong with her? Any woman would have jumped at the chance to get to know this bloke; he was gorgeous. Broader and quite clearly more muscular than Andrew, he nevertheless wasn’t Andrew, and her heart belonged well and truly to one man. ‘Okay then.’ He flashed her a smile in return. ‘Well, I’ll be on my way then. Oh, my name’s Monks. Jackson Monks.’ ‘Bridget,’ she said as a reflex. ‘Bridget Clarke.’

But I didn't think that was a thing here. The door opened, and Brooke stepped inside. She yawned, doing a little stretch. Her muscles popped. She was one of the students in the common room. I had heard her voice. She hooked a hand under her pajamas top and I averted my gaze. I turned to look back at her, hoping she was now lying on her bed, but I was startled as I saw what she was in. A pink crop top, instead of the pajama top, and on the bottom, she wore black shorts underneath. “What? It's Karaoke night. Do you believe I'm going to miss that?”

she smirked, putting her hands on her hip. "Well, if it isn't the Dick-sucker of the week," I smirk back. "Watch yourself, Blossom. You have no more weight around here thanks to me." "That's quite fine by me. You got all the weight now including those on your face and your thighs. You should start using the gym. Dick-sucking is only good for the jaws." Brooke looked like someone just punched her in the throat. Her cheeks went red and tears built up. She grunted and speed walk her way back to Hunter's office.

She is always buying a new one. Brooke pulled out a small off white bikini with strings to tie the bottoms and the top. When she began to undress, I noticed that she seemed to pay no attention to the fact that anyone could see in if they were near. Although, They would have to see through the trees. She dropped the sundress she was wearing and was left in only her bra, panties, and painted toes. Brooke has an adorably cute figure. She is almost 5' 4" with shoes on. She is thirty two, but many have commented that I have robbed the cradle. I apparently look my thirty four, but Brooke doesn't look a day past mid twenties. She has a very defined curve to her butt that has never gone unnoticed. H

Worse, several others laughed as well, Anima included. "What are you doing here again?" Brennan tried to use the 'host' thing to insinuate I was rude, which I was. "You think you can bamboozle Brooke into having sex with you and I'm telling you right now, barring drugs, or blackmail, that isn't happening because she's far too independent minded to be attracted to a shallow, immoral creep like you," I answered. "I think that covers it."

“Yes, I said it right. I happened to find a little angel sleeping in the Jeep when I arrived at the cabin.” Brad chuckled. “Is this so-called angel a woman, by chance?” Justin gave Brooke a wink, but her body stiffened. “Yes, and she’s the prettiest angel I’ve ever seen.” Brad laughed harder. “You have a lot of explaining to do, Monroe. Now fess up. What happened after you left the church yesterday?” “Sorry, Montgomery. But I have more important things to do besides explain things to you.” He caressed Brooke’s cheek, but she remained stiff, her gaze locked to his.

I’m excited to be here and finally meet everyone in person. “Hey!” Brooke greets with a bright smile as we approach. She’s dressed in what I’ve gathered is typical Brooke fashion- chuck taylor sneakers, ripped up jeans, a Queen t-shirt, and a flannel tied around her waist. She pulls off the punk rock/nerd combo flawlessly, even makes it look sexy, which is no surprise since the girl is supermodel gorgeous. “You ready to jump right in?” I grin. “Absolutely.” Brooke pushes out of her desk chair, stepping over to the conference table and sinking down into one there, instead. “Have a seat,” she urges as she clicks a remote to turn the large screen on, pulling a wireless keyboard and mouse closer

The moment we walked in the door my stomach lurched, "oh my God it smells so strong of fish in here." Brooke rolled her eyes, "no it doesn't drama queen, besides today's special is some type of Mahi-mahi. I thought you liked that. I could have sworn you've eaten it before. In fact, I know you have because I had to order and pick it up for you."

He brought her high up on his thighs; his erection nestled into the crack of her butt. Domini tried desperately not to put weight on Cam’s left side. She gasped when Cam hooked her legs over the arms of the chair, baring her most intimate parts completely. “Look at that.” Brock stood a few feet away, hot eyes drawn to and devouring her sex. “Pretty pink isn’t it? Soft. Wet. Sweet.” “You offering me a taste?” Again, Cam answered for her. “Yep.” “Hot damn.” Brock dropped to his knees. She couldn’t seem to find her voice through the staccato beats of her heart.