Fanfic: Experimenting: Brooke/Rachel
Title: Experimenting
Pairing: Brooke Davis/Rachel Gatina
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,284
Warnings: Graphic sex, femslash
Summary: The night of their last senior party, Rachel teaches Brooke what experimenting with your sexuality really means. PWP because apparently that's all Sophia inspires in me.
Beta: madeelly with some drive-by beta by bridget_x_alena
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill.
Note: All bridget_x_alena's fault. We were discussing and she enabled me and now I have more porn.
Note 2: Dedicated to madeelly for making me all kinds of pretty Sophia icons and betaing this when she isn't very familiar with the fandom or the genre. Love you, hon.
Note 3: I'm not well-versed in the OTH fandom, so if anyone has any ideas of where I can crosspost this, feel free to suggest.
Rachel knew they had been separated too long when Brooke couldn’t tell her mirthless chuckles from actual hilarity.
“Stop laughing!” Brooke demanded, tapping her with the back of her ice cream spoon. “My sexual experimentation isn’t funny.”
“It isn’t sexual experimentation either,” Rachel said. She scooped out the last bite of chocolate chip cookie dough and left the empty container on her nightstand.
Brooke raised an eyebrow at her. “See, I don’t know how many backseats you’ve been in-other than that the number is probably in the triple digits-but it is very hard to fit and get comfortable and still have fun. You need to bend because he’s obviously not going to…” She trailed off when Rachel started laughing again. “What?”
She shook her head. “This isn’t about how adventurous you are. I was talking about experimenting.” When Brooke just raised her eyebrows in question, Rachel said, “With people of the same sex?”
“Oh!” Brooke rolled her eyes and leaned back on her bed. “I’ve done that.”
“You have not.”
“I kissed Peyton once!”
Rachel always knew she hated that blonde bitch for a reason. “Oh yeah? How did you kiss Peyton?”
It had been expected for Brooke to show her on her hand or even on the pillow like twelve-year-olds at their first real slumber party, but instead she got off of her bed and stood in front of Rachel. Bending down with her arms bracketing the redhead’s body, Brooke kissed her softly, hesitating a few seconds and then pulling away. “There.”
Once Rachel regained the ability to breathe, she smirked. “I was going to say that one kiss does not experimentation make, but that was lame. Angelina Jolie kisses her brother more than that.”
Rolling her eyes, Brooke said, “I wasn’t aware there was a rubric.”
“I’m pretty sure there has to be at least some tongue involved to count.” While Brooke continued to look unimpressed, Rachel took her by the arm and eased her back down. When their lips touched, Rachel kissed her gently, nibbling on her bottom lip until they parted and Rachel was able to sweep her tongue inside her friend’s mouth. She tasted sweet, vaguely chocolatey. Very Brooke.
Rachel pulled her tongue back and kissed her softly once more, smiling to herself when she saw Brooke’s eyes closed. When they fluttered open, Brooke blushed, taking a step back. “Let me guess, that one doesn’t count either since you initiated it?”
There was a hint of challenge in Brooke’s tone. Knowing she had to play this carefully, Rachel just shrugged and moved back more securely on the bed. “There really isn’t a rubric.”
She huffed angrily and sat down near the foot of Rachel’s bed, then leaned over and kissed her again. Brooke’s kiss was slightly more forceful, sucking on Rachel’s tongue and humming lightly. Sighing into it, Rachel eased down on the bed and stretched her legs out, leading Brooke to lie on top of her.
Hands settling on Brooke’s hips as she pulled away panting, Rachel kissed her neck lightly, enjoying the light shiver under her touch. After tracing her lips from the exposed collarbone from her pajama top to the shell of her ear, Rachel allowed Brooke to bite lightly on her bottom lip.
Their kisses were slow and languid. Brooke was a comfortable weight on Rachel’s body, dark hair perfect to run her fingers through, stroking and caressing the silken locks. A small moan came from Brooke as she tightened her grip on her waist, giving Rachel the strength to roll them over so Brooke was beneath her.
Brooke’s hazel eyes widened slightly, but she made no move to extricate herself from their new position. When Rachel kissed her again, Brooke cupped her face gently, caringly. There was a softness and affection in her eyes and Rachel had to tear herself away, moving down Brooke’s perfect body to the sliver of skin between the end of her tank to and the elastic of her pajama pants.
First, Rachel stroked it lightly with her fingertips, enjoying the shiver and gooseflesh that appeared. She eased the shirt up carefully in order not to spook her, raising it just to the bottom of her breasts. The smooth skin of her stomach was perfect to touch, kiss, but not taste. She simply brushed her lips against it, dragged her teeth across its surface.
As her lips paid service to that area, her hands cupped her sides next to her breasts, thumb stroking in soft circles until it rubbed over her areola and nipple. The bud peaked instantly as she arched up into her hand, and Rachel could hear a soft panting. Rachel pushed the cotton top up again, but it was Brooke who pulled it up over her arms and threw it off the bed.
Grinning, Rachel laid her head against the inside of one of the breasts, burying her face in the cleavage and inhaling her scent. When her tongue flicked out, tasting Brooke’s skin, the other girl jumped lightly at the sensation. Kneeling with one knee between Brooke’s thighs, Rachel then licked one of Brooke’s nipples, rasping her tongue against the sensitive flesh. Brooke arched in pleasure, only presenting herself to Rachel more. Taking the offering, Rachel began sucking and biting on the opposite nipple, her hands giving each breast attention.
Rachel wanted to bite down harder, leave a mark, evidence to remind herself and Brooke and anyone else that she was here, but she didn’t dare. Brooke was still with Owen, wasn’t she? Did experimenting with a girlfriend on a high of a few beers and a carton of ice cream count as not cheating? Did Rachel get a pass for being female? She didn’t know and she didn’t know if she wanted to find out, so she kept her possessive need caged and concentrated on Brooke’s eyes shut in pleasure rather than her need to claim Brooke as her own.
After all, she’d been in love with Brooke for longer than she’d care to admit. Who knows when she would get another chance?
It only took someone seeing her Brooke herself once to know that her boobs were a favorite and Rachel did not mind making sure that she got exactly what she needed. It only took her a few minutes to realize that while she was focusing all of her attention above the belt, Brooke was surreptitiously bucking against her bare thigh, rubbing herself.
She could feel the warmth against her leg and a quick experiment had her moving one hand to the crotch of her shorts, pressing gently. She was shocked at the moisture she found soaking through the material. Glancing up, Rachel’s wide eyes locked with Brooke’s, which were heavy with lust and pleasure. “Do you want me to-?”
“Touch me. Please.”
The request would not go unanswered. Leaning over Brooke’s body, she used one arm to hold herself steady while the other worked its way first past her Capri pants, and then her lace underwear. Her hand cupped her bare mound while her fingers just gently rested on the outside of her labia, pressing to feel all of the juices. Brooke moaned softly, rolling her hips in a request for more.
Never able to deny her much of anything, Rachel continued to explore, easing her fingers between the lips and gently moving up to rub her clit. At Brooke’s whimper, Rachel kissed her quivering stomach tenderly. After stroking her clit for almost a minute, she flexed her wrist and adjusted her hand, pushing one finger into Brooke.
A noise that was half need and half relief escaped Brooke and Rachel quickly added a second finger, pumping them in and out as best she could with the angle and restraints. The canting of her hips alerted Rachel to her approaching orgasm and she put in a third finger, rubbing the inside of her walls and watching her chest rise and fall with each deep inhale and exhale.
Brooke started to twist on her fingers, head rolling back and forth on Rachel’s pillow. “Rachel…Rachel…” She could barely breathe as Brooke practically fucked herself on Rachel’s fingers, arching up and rolling her hips down as the pleasure overwhelmed her. When her orgasm hit, Brooke screamed, crying out into the room and shaking with the force of it.
Never had Rachel seen anything so beautiful as a post-orgasmic Brooke Davis flushed and blissed out on her bed.
Eyes closed, Brooke just lay there and panted while Rachel eased her hand out of Brooke’s pants. Hesitantly, Rachel raised her hand to her mouth, sucking Brooke’s wetness off of them, amazed and turned on by her taste. Eyes blinking open, Brooke smiled at her and gently pulled the fingers out of Rachel’s mouth and licked them into her own, sucking her juice and Rachel’s saliva off them. Rachel almost exploded at the visual.
As Brooke let go of her hand, Rachel gently rubbed her thumb against her cheek, caressing it lovingly. Nuzzling back against the hand, Brooke said, “Don’t you need it?”
“Need what?”
“Me.”
Rachel jumped when Brooke’s hand smoothed over the thin silk shorts covering her ass. “Brooke, you don’t-”
Her hand slid down over Rachel’s hip, following the cut of the shorts to her core. “Just say yes, Rachel.”
Swallowing hard, she nodded. “Yes, yes, God, yes.”
Brooke grinned and plunged her hand into Rachel’s lingerie bottom. Bucking even at the lightest touch, Rachel balanced herself on both of her arms, hoping they’d hold out against her trembling. Brooke seemed to psychically know all of Rachel’s buttons as she sought out her clit, rubbing it gently, but firmly. Rachel bit her bottom lip, trying not to call out.
Sighing lightly, Brooke leaned up, easing her bottom lip away from her as she sucked on it and stroked her clit, increasing the pressure as she kissed harder. Rachel whimpered into her mouth, feeling her entire body tingle with the overwhelming pleasure. Panting, she tried to hold back from pressing down into her hand, not wanting to push too hard.
Breaking away from kissing her, Brooke kissed beneath her ear, running her tongue around the shell as she whispered, “It’s okay, Rachel. Let go. C’mon, Rachel, come for me.”
As if her body responded to Brooke’s voice on command, Rachel threw her head back in orgasm, mouth falling open in a low moan that was just for Brooke. She stroked her back as she came down and Rachel’s arms almost gave out before she could roll over to her side next to Brooke.
In turn, Brooke moved to her side, legs tangled with Rachel’s as she kissed her deeply, tongue avid and exploring. When her body finally caught up with her mind, Rachel removed her shirt, holding Brooke close to her bare chest. “Yours are bigger,” Brooke murmured as she wrapped a leg around Rachel’s waist, pulling her pelvis closer and forcing her other leg between Rachel’s.
“Yours are perfect.” Rachel kissed her again, holding Brooke head firmly between her hands, guiding it to the perfect kiss. When Brooke moaned and pressed against her, Rachel found herself pushing at Brooke’s pajamas, forcing them down her legs so only their underwear was separating them.
Brooke began rubbing herself against Rachel’s leg again, running her hands across her friend’s bare back. Heart leaping when she realized that Brooke was already horny again, Rachel dared to suck a small mark between her breasts as close to her heart as she could get.
Seeming to sigh with happiness, Brooke stroked Rachel’s face tenderly, smiling when Rachel kissed her palm. She leaned in and their lips met, first soft and loving, then deep, passionate, needy. When Brooke bit her lip, Rachel shushed her softly. “You need it, baby? Need more?”
A noise in the back of Brooke’s throat was all the assertion Rachel needed. Reaching behind her, she grabbed on to Brooke’s mostly naked ass and dragged her against her thigh. She grabbed Rachel’s head, pulling on her hair as she dragged her down for another kiss, fiercely claiming. Brooke moved her own leg between Rachel’s, pressing her knee against her still sensitive clit.
“Brooke…”
“Rachel, don’t stop,” she begged, pressing her bare breasts against the other woman’s and tossing her head back. Her exposed neck was tauntingly bare and beautiful and Rachel couldn’t help run her tongue over the pulse point.
As they rocked back and forth together, Rachel felt the need almost overcome her, the raw lust she saw on Brooke’s face affecting her more than anything. Brooke held Rachel’s head as she kissed her, alternating deep, soul-scorching kisses with light, tender brushes all over her face. “Rachel…” she panted. “Love…”
Brooke gasped as her orgasm overwhelmed her body, grabbing at Rachel’s shoulders and digging her nails in as she shuddered and pulsed against her. Gripping Brooke’s ass and feeling her body shake in her arms pushed Rachel over the edge and her vision blacked out, the only sensation other than pleasure was Brooke’s quiet panting.
They lay together after, just touching and petting lightly, not kissing or talking. Eventually, Rachel twisted enough to move them both back up on to her pillow, bodies still intertwined. Brooke allowed Rachel to wrap around her and made a small noise of contentment. “When do you have to leave?”
The words came out before she could stop them. “When are you leaving?”
“I’ve got a few more weeks.”
“Then so do I.”
Brooke smiled and rested her head in the crook of Rachel’s neck. “Good.”
Stroking her bare skin, Rachel tried to swallow the lump in her throat away as she looked down at the beautiful woman in her arms. “Yeah. Good.”
Pairing: Brooke Davis/Rachel Gatina
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,284
Warnings: Graphic sex, femslash
Summary: The night of their last senior party, Rachel teaches Brooke what experimenting with your sexuality really means. PWP because apparently that's all Sophia inspires in me.
Beta: madeelly with some drive-by beta by bridget_x_alena
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill.
Note: All bridget_x_alena's fault. We were discussing and she enabled me and now I have more porn.
Note 2: Dedicated to madeelly for making me all kinds of pretty Sophia icons and betaing this when she isn't very familiar with the fandom or the genre. Love you, hon.
Note 3: I'm not well-versed in the OTH fandom, so if anyone has any ideas of where I can crosspost this, feel free to suggest.
Rachel knew they had been separated too long when Brooke couldn’t tell her mirthless chuckles from actual hilarity.
“Stop laughing!” Brooke demanded, tapping her with the back of her ice cream spoon. “My sexual experimentation isn’t funny.”
“It isn’t sexual experimentation either,” Rachel said. She scooped out the last bite of chocolate chip cookie dough and left the empty container on her nightstand.
Brooke raised an eyebrow at her. “See, I don’t know how many backseats you’ve been in-other than that the number is probably in the triple digits-but it is very hard to fit and get comfortable and still have fun. You need to bend because he’s obviously not going to…” She trailed off when Rachel started laughing again. “What?”
She shook her head. “This isn’t about how adventurous you are. I was talking about experimenting.” When Brooke just raised her eyebrows in question, Rachel said, “With people of the same sex?”
“Oh!” Brooke rolled her eyes and leaned back on her bed. “I’ve done that.”
“You have not.”
“I kissed Peyton once!”
Rachel always knew she hated that blonde bitch for a reason. “Oh yeah? How did you kiss Peyton?”
It had been expected for Brooke to show her on her hand or even on the pillow like twelve-year-olds at their first real slumber party, but instead she got off of her bed and stood in front of Rachel. Bending down with her arms bracketing the redhead’s body, Brooke kissed her softly, hesitating a few seconds and then pulling away. “There.”
Once Rachel regained the ability to breathe, she smirked. “I was going to say that one kiss does not experimentation make, but that was lame. Angelina Jolie kisses her brother more than that.”
Rolling her eyes, Brooke said, “I wasn’t aware there was a rubric.”
“I’m pretty sure there has to be at least some tongue involved to count.” While Brooke continued to look unimpressed, Rachel took her by the arm and eased her back down. When their lips touched, Rachel kissed her gently, nibbling on her bottom lip until they parted and Rachel was able to sweep her tongue inside her friend’s mouth. She tasted sweet, vaguely chocolatey. Very Brooke.
Rachel pulled her tongue back and kissed her softly once more, smiling to herself when she saw Brooke’s eyes closed. When they fluttered open, Brooke blushed, taking a step back. “Let me guess, that one doesn’t count either since you initiated it?”
There was a hint of challenge in Brooke’s tone. Knowing she had to play this carefully, Rachel just shrugged and moved back more securely on the bed. “There really isn’t a rubric.”
She huffed angrily and sat down near the foot of Rachel’s bed, then leaned over and kissed her again. Brooke’s kiss was slightly more forceful, sucking on Rachel’s tongue and humming lightly. Sighing into it, Rachel eased down on the bed and stretched her legs out, leading Brooke to lie on top of her.
Hands settling on Brooke’s hips as she pulled away panting, Rachel kissed her neck lightly, enjoying the light shiver under her touch. After tracing her lips from the exposed collarbone from her pajama top to the shell of her ear, Rachel allowed Brooke to bite lightly on her bottom lip.
Their kisses were slow and languid. Brooke was a comfortable weight on Rachel’s body, dark hair perfect to run her fingers through, stroking and caressing the silken locks. A small moan came from Brooke as she tightened her grip on her waist, giving Rachel the strength to roll them over so Brooke was beneath her.
Brooke’s hazel eyes widened slightly, but she made no move to extricate herself from their new position. When Rachel kissed her again, Brooke cupped her face gently, caringly. There was a softness and affection in her eyes and Rachel had to tear herself away, moving down Brooke’s perfect body to the sliver of skin between the end of her tank to and the elastic of her pajama pants.
First, Rachel stroked it lightly with her fingertips, enjoying the shiver and gooseflesh that appeared. She eased the shirt up carefully in order not to spook her, raising it just to the bottom of her breasts. The smooth skin of her stomach was perfect to touch, kiss, but not taste. She simply brushed her lips against it, dragged her teeth across its surface.
As her lips paid service to that area, her hands cupped her sides next to her breasts, thumb stroking in soft circles until it rubbed over her areola and nipple. The bud peaked instantly as she arched up into her hand, and Rachel could hear a soft panting. Rachel pushed the cotton top up again, but it was Brooke who pulled it up over her arms and threw it off the bed.
Grinning, Rachel laid her head against the inside of one of the breasts, burying her face in the cleavage and inhaling her scent. When her tongue flicked out, tasting Brooke’s skin, the other girl jumped lightly at the sensation. Kneeling with one knee between Brooke’s thighs, Rachel then licked one of Brooke’s nipples, rasping her tongue against the sensitive flesh. Brooke arched in pleasure, only presenting herself to Rachel more. Taking the offering, Rachel began sucking and biting on the opposite nipple, her hands giving each breast attention.
Rachel wanted to bite down harder, leave a mark, evidence to remind herself and Brooke and anyone else that she was here, but she didn’t dare. Brooke was still with Owen, wasn’t she? Did experimenting with a girlfriend on a high of a few beers and a carton of ice cream count as not cheating? Did Rachel get a pass for being female? She didn’t know and she didn’t know if she wanted to find out, so she kept her possessive need caged and concentrated on Brooke’s eyes shut in pleasure rather than her need to claim Brooke as her own.
After all, she’d been in love with Brooke for longer than she’d care to admit. Who knows when she would get another chance?
It only took someone seeing her Brooke herself once to know that her boobs were a favorite and Rachel did not mind making sure that she got exactly what she needed. It only took her a few minutes to realize that while she was focusing all of her attention above the belt, Brooke was surreptitiously bucking against her bare thigh, rubbing herself.
She could feel the warmth against her leg and a quick experiment had her moving one hand to the crotch of her shorts, pressing gently. She was shocked at the moisture she found soaking through the material. Glancing up, Rachel’s wide eyes locked with Brooke’s, which were heavy with lust and pleasure. “Do you want me to-?”
“Touch me. Please.”
The request would not go unanswered. Leaning over Brooke’s body, she used one arm to hold herself steady while the other worked its way first past her Capri pants, and then her lace underwear. Her hand cupped her bare mound while her fingers just gently rested on the outside of her labia, pressing to feel all of the juices. Brooke moaned softly, rolling her hips in a request for more.
Never able to deny her much of anything, Rachel continued to explore, easing her fingers between the lips and gently moving up to rub her clit. At Brooke’s whimper, Rachel kissed her quivering stomach tenderly. After stroking her clit for almost a minute, she flexed her wrist and adjusted her hand, pushing one finger into Brooke.
A noise that was half need and half relief escaped Brooke and Rachel quickly added a second finger, pumping them in and out as best she could with the angle and restraints. The canting of her hips alerted Rachel to her approaching orgasm and she put in a third finger, rubbing the inside of her walls and watching her chest rise and fall with each deep inhale and exhale.
Brooke started to twist on her fingers, head rolling back and forth on Rachel’s pillow. “Rachel…Rachel…” She could barely breathe as Brooke practically fucked herself on Rachel’s fingers, arching up and rolling her hips down as the pleasure overwhelmed her. When her orgasm hit, Brooke screamed, crying out into the room and shaking with the force of it.
Never had Rachel seen anything so beautiful as a post-orgasmic Brooke Davis flushed and blissed out on her bed.
Eyes closed, Brooke just lay there and panted while Rachel eased her hand out of Brooke’s pants. Hesitantly, Rachel raised her hand to her mouth, sucking Brooke’s wetness off of them, amazed and turned on by her taste. Eyes blinking open, Brooke smiled at her and gently pulled the fingers out of Rachel’s mouth and licked them into her own, sucking her juice and Rachel’s saliva off them. Rachel almost exploded at the visual.
As Brooke let go of her hand, Rachel gently rubbed her thumb against her cheek, caressing it lovingly. Nuzzling back against the hand, Brooke said, “Don’t you need it?”
“Need what?”
“Me.”
Rachel jumped when Brooke’s hand smoothed over the thin silk shorts covering her ass. “Brooke, you don’t-”
Her hand slid down over Rachel’s hip, following the cut of the shorts to her core. “Just say yes, Rachel.”
Swallowing hard, she nodded. “Yes, yes, God, yes.”
Brooke grinned and plunged her hand into Rachel’s lingerie bottom. Bucking even at the lightest touch, Rachel balanced herself on both of her arms, hoping they’d hold out against her trembling. Brooke seemed to psychically know all of Rachel’s buttons as she sought out her clit, rubbing it gently, but firmly. Rachel bit her bottom lip, trying not to call out.
Sighing lightly, Brooke leaned up, easing her bottom lip away from her as she sucked on it and stroked her clit, increasing the pressure as she kissed harder. Rachel whimpered into her mouth, feeling her entire body tingle with the overwhelming pleasure. Panting, she tried to hold back from pressing down into her hand, not wanting to push too hard.
Breaking away from kissing her, Brooke kissed beneath her ear, running her tongue around the shell as she whispered, “It’s okay, Rachel. Let go. C’mon, Rachel, come for me.”
As if her body responded to Brooke’s voice on command, Rachel threw her head back in orgasm, mouth falling open in a low moan that was just for Brooke. She stroked her back as she came down and Rachel’s arms almost gave out before she could roll over to her side next to Brooke.
In turn, Brooke moved to her side, legs tangled with Rachel’s as she kissed her deeply, tongue avid and exploring. When her body finally caught up with her mind, Rachel removed her shirt, holding Brooke close to her bare chest. “Yours are bigger,” Brooke murmured as she wrapped a leg around Rachel’s waist, pulling her pelvis closer and forcing her other leg between Rachel’s.
“Yours are perfect.” Rachel kissed her again, holding Brooke head firmly between her hands, guiding it to the perfect kiss. When Brooke moaned and pressed against her, Rachel found herself pushing at Brooke’s pajamas, forcing them down her legs so only their underwear was separating them.
Brooke began rubbing herself against Rachel’s leg again, running her hands across her friend’s bare back. Heart leaping when she realized that Brooke was already horny again, Rachel dared to suck a small mark between her breasts as close to her heart as she could get.
Seeming to sigh with happiness, Brooke stroked Rachel’s face tenderly, smiling when Rachel kissed her palm. She leaned in and their lips met, first soft and loving, then deep, passionate, needy. When Brooke bit her lip, Rachel shushed her softly. “You need it, baby? Need more?”
A noise in the back of Brooke’s throat was all the assertion Rachel needed. Reaching behind her, she grabbed on to Brooke’s mostly naked ass and dragged her against her thigh. She grabbed Rachel’s head, pulling on her hair as she dragged her down for another kiss, fiercely claiming. Brooke moved her own leg between Rachel’s, pressing her knee against her still sensitive clit.
“Brooke…”
“Rachel, don’t stop,” she begged, pressing her bare breasts against the other woman’s and tossing her head back. Her exposed neck was tauntingly bare and beautiful and Rachel couldn’t help run her tongue over the pulse point.
As they rocked back and forth together, Rachel felt the need almost overcome her, the raw lust she saw on Brooke’s face affecting her more than anything. Brooke held Rachel’s head as she kissed her, alternating deep, soul-scorching kisses with light, tender brushes all over her face. “Rachel…” she panted. “Love…”
Brooke gasped as her orgasm overwhelmed her body, grabbing at Rachel’s shoulders and digging her nails in as she shuddered and pulsed against her. Gripping Brooke’s ass and feeling her body shake in her arms pushed Rachel over the edge and her vision blacked out, the only sensation other than pleasure was Brooke’s quiet panting.
They lay together after, just touching and petting lightly, not kissing or talking. Eventually, Rachel twisted enough to move them both back up on to her pillow, bodies still intertwined. Brooke allowed Rachel to wrap around her and made a small noise of contentment. “When do you have to leave?”
The words came out before she could stop them. “When are you leaving?”
“I’ve got a few more weeks.”
“Then so do I.”
Brooke smiled and rested her head in the crook of Rachel’s neck. “Good.”
Stroking her bare skin, Rachel tried to swallow the lump in her throat away as she looked down at the beautiful woman in her arms. “Yeah. Good.”