by Meghan Quinn
“Brooke?”
Her eyes widened, and then recognition fell over her features.
“Jax. Wow, never thought I would ever cross paths with you again. How’s it going?”
“Alright, and yourself?”
As Brooke talked about her new clothing line and her little apartment in downtown Denver, Jax took her all in. Her hair was short now, just below chin length, and styled to frame her face. Her body was the same rocking figure he remembered from when he met her at the bar, that awkward night his boys and Jake Taylor all hung out before a pre-season game, and for some reason, her eyes were brighter than he remembered, as if she was breathing a new life.
“Here, let’s sit down,” Jax offered.
They both sat down in two chairs in the waiting room that had a side table sitting between them. Brooke crossed one of her legs over the other, drawing Jax’s attention to her lower limbs. Had it really been that long since he’d been with a woman that he couldn’t help but stare at her?
“It sounds like you’re doing great. That’s good to hear,” Jax said absentmindedly, as he continued to peruse Brooke’s body.
“Yeah, it took some time, but once I pulled my head out of my ass, grew up a little, and decided to do something for myself, I was able to really put together some sketches and make my dream a reality…with some help from my dad, of course, but I’ll be paying him back. How about you? How are you doing?”
In an offhanded way, Jax knew she was asking about his break up with Piper and, for once, he knew he could talk to someone about it who would truly understand.
“I’m doing better. I don’t believe I miss her anymore. I know she wasn’t the girl for me, and I’ve come to accept that, but I still can’t get over the anger that boils up inside of me when I think about everything that happened.”
“That’s understandable,” Brooke said, as she placed her hand on his arm. “I was a part of that whole clusterfuck of a love….square? And I made some choices that I wish I could take back, but it’s in the past now. I’m moving forward with my life and forgetting about what happened back then. I figure, if I dwell on the past, it’s going to get me nowhere, so I’m just going to move forward.”
Jax was surprised by the new and improved Brooke that was sitting before him. She was different then when he last saw her. She was more confident in herself, and not just in her looks. She was sexy as hell, but not in an obvious way like she used to be with her short shorts and low-cut shirts. Now, she was classy, but still gorgeous.
“Black escalade,” called one of the workers, letting Jax know that his car was done. Jax got up and let the man know he would be right there.
Taking a huge leap of faith, Jax said, “This might be really weird, but do you think I could have your number? I would love to take you out.”
A big smile spread across Brooke’s face as she reached into her purse and pulled out a business card.
“I would love to go out. Give me a call anytime.”
“I will. We’re home this week, so maybe we can go out Wednesday night?”
“Sounds great to me. I look forward to it, Jax.”
“Me too.”
With that, Jax gave her a small, dorky wave and headed to his car. Who knew he was going to pick something up while he was running errands that he didn’t have on his list? As he drove to the grocery store, he felt his chest start to loosen at the prospect of starting new, just like Brooke said. He needed to forget the past and move on; maybe Brooke was the person to help him do that.
**Brooke**
Brooke watched Jax walk out the door, and she couldn’t help but stare at his jean-clad ass. When they first met, she apparently was so distracted by keeping Mason’s attention that she never did a full once-over on Jax, because, damn, he was hot. He had a charming southern voice that she knew would make her toes curl in bed, his shirt clung to his defined biceps, and his jeans were tight in all the right areas. Seeing Jax confirmed Brooke’s opinion of Piper, she really was a dumb hooker. Oh well, her loss and Brooke’s gain.
Pulling her phone out, she dialed up her good friend, Lexi.
“Hey girl, I was just thinking about you,” Lexi answered. “Jake has this event he has to go to, and it’s kind of fancy, do you have a dress that would do this body justice?”
Brooke laughed and said, “You know any dress will do that body of yours justice, but yes, I think I have something that would work perfectly for you. I’ll take a couple of pics and send them over, so you can see if you want me to send it over to you.”
“Ahh, I love you. Thank you! Of course I’ll be telling everyone I’m wearing an original Cali B design.”
Cali B was the name of Brooke’s clothing line. She was unsure of what to call her line, so she went with California and her first initial. She shortened it, and bam, Cali B was born. It was starting to catch on, and her hot pink logo was starting to show up all over clothing blogs and magazines. It was amazing to see something she dreamt of actually come to fruition.
“You better!”
“I always do, pretty. So tell me, why do I get to hear your lovely voice today?”
“Well, I just had to call you. You’ll never guess who I just ran into.”
“Hmm,” Lexi paused. “Man or woman? Wait, don’t answer that, you wouldn’t be calling all excited if it was a girl. Is he attractive? Oh, my God, is he a celebrity?”
“Um, I guess he is a celebrity to some people?”
“Some people? That doesn’t make any sense, why just some people? A celebrity is a celebrity. Yeah, some people might not know who they are, but they…”
“It was Jax,” Brooke interrupted Lexi, who would have kept going on forever.
There was silence on the other end of the line as Lexi processed what Brooke just told her.
“Lex, you there?”
“Yeah, sorry. You mean Jax Ryan? The Stallions’ offensive coordinator?”
“Yup, and guess what? He asked me out.”
“He did not!” Lexi practically shouted. She screamed as Brooke pulled the phone away from her ear. “Jake! Jax Ryan asked out Brooke. Yes, he did!” There was mumbling on the other side of the phone, and then Brooke heard Lexi say, “She’s on the phone right now. I’m not lying, Jake!”
“Brooke?” Jake’s deep voice came over the phone.
“Hey, Jake.”
“Did Jax Ryan really ask you out? My wife seems to be mistaken.”
“She’s not; Jax actually asked me out.”
“No shit.”
Brooke heard Lexi’s voice in the background, “I told you!” which made Brooke laugh.
“Isn’t that a twist? Jax Ryan, going after Mason’s other girl. I wonder what was running through his mind.”
Brooke’s smile broke for a second, as she thought about what Jake was implying. She never considered the fact that Jax might have been asking her out to get back at Mason, not that she’d even talked to Mason after Piper showed up at his apartment, declaring her love for the man. After that, Brooke was done; she couldn’t stand to be near the man who could be so hot and cold with her…she deserved better.
“Oh, do you think he only asked me out because of Mason?” Brooke said quietly.
“No!” Jake started backtracking. “Not at all. He probably was, like, wow, this chick is hot, I need a piece of her ass.”
“Nice try, Jake, put your wife back on the phone.”
“For what it’s worth, Brooke, I think Jax would be lucky to go out with you. You have really turned your life around, and we couldn’t be prouder.”
“Thanks, Jake.”
There was some shuffling of the phone, and Lexi came back on. “Sorry about that, Jake can be an idiot sometimes. Don’t listen to what he said. Jax is definitely interested in you for you, not because of Mason. I mean, how could he not be? You’re sexy and sweet and you have a good head on your shoulders…now.” Brooke knew Lexi was smiling to herself.
“Smart ass. A girl loses her mind for a se
cond, and her friends won’t let her live it down.”
“It was longer than a second, sweetie.”
“Whatever. That section of my life is in the past, and just think, when we’re older and talking to our grandchildren, we can tell them what a moron grand-mammy Brooke was, thinking she could make it big as a singer.”
Lexi barked out in laughter. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but Jesus, what the hell were you thinking?”
Brooke smiled to herself and shook her head. “Who knows, I want to say I was drunk, but I know I wasn’t. I guess temporary insanity. Anyway, it looks like my car is about done being washed, so I’m going to go. Before I do, do you think I should go for it? Go out with Jax?”
“I think you should do whatever makes you happy, and if that means spreading your legs for Coach Ryan, then I say game on, Brooke.”
“Spreading my legs, really? I’m a lady.”
Lexi snorted and said, “I love you, but we both know that’s not true.”
“Bitch,” Brooke said playfully. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Chapter Two
**Mason**
“What about that one?” Ryker said, as he took a sip of his beer. “You can’t tell me those are real tits.”
Mason looked at the girl by the bar that Ryker was pointing to and examined her. She was talking to her friend, who looked like she’d spent too many hours in the tanning bed. Mason noticed that the girl Ryker pointed out had a really good rack…that was being elevated by a dangerously low-cut shirt. The way she talked with her hands made her boobs sway back and forth. They were real, no doubt in Mason’s mind.
“They’re real,” Mason confirmed.
“No fucking way.”
Mason pushed back his sleeves, drained the rest of his beer, and said, “There’s only one way to find out.”
“Watch out, ladies, donkey dick is on the prowl,” Ryker practically shouted as Mason got up. Mason flipped his obnoxious friend off and ignored the comment about his dick; the man couldn’t seem to get over the fact that Mason had his fair share of a vagina stuffer.
Walking up to the women at the bar, Mason caught their attention as he stood right in front of them.
“Hey ladies, I’m Mason.”
Big tits’ eyes widened as she recognized who he was, and her friend, oven-baked, gasped as well.
“Mason Dashel, wow. It’s nice to meet you,” big tits said, as she held out her hand.
“It’s my pleasure,” Mason grabbed her hand in his and kissed the back of it. “I’m not going to bullshit you. I saw you across the bar, and I needed to know if those tits of yours are real.”
A small smile spread across the girl’s face, and she said, “Why don’t you see for yourself?”
Mason raised his eyebrows as he took in the full package she was offering. He could fuck her for sure. She had a good body, her tits were tempting him to bury his face in them, and her face was decent. He could totally fuck this chick.
“How about we go somewhere more private?”
Big tits looked over at oven-baked and scanned for the secret girl-nod of approval. Mason looked over at oven-baked and noticed she wasn’t very subtle at all, she was shaking her head, yes, like it was a damn maraca.
Big tits turned back to Mason and said, “Where to?”
“Follow me.”
Mason guided big tits to the apartment above the bar that he had rented out. He had become good friends with the owner, who knew Mason didn’t like taking girls back to his place, so instead, he took them to the apartment above the bar. It was quick, convenient, and when he was done stuffing them, he could leave them behind, on his own terms.
Turning on the lights to the apartment, Mason lit up the room just enough so he could faintly see big tits. She was good looking, but that was also in the dim light of the bar; Mason wanted to continue the illusion. The last thing he needed was to realize he’d brought up a fucking wart faced witch, when all he really wanted to do was titty fuck the bitch, blow his load, zip up, and go home to his big warm bed.
“Is this your place?” she asked, while looking around.
“Sure,” Mason said, as he led her to the bedroom. He didn’t want to start chit chatting. “Get on the bed, I’m going to plow my fucking dick through your tits until I come all over your face.”
The girl squealed and took off her shirt as her back was toward Mason. He kept the lights off in the bedroom, so the only light filtering in was coming from the living room. There was just enough light that Mason could see everything, but nothing in detail.
She flopped her body on the bed, wearing only her jeans and bra…that was all he needed, just her big old tits.
“Take your bra off.” She did as she was told, and that was when Mason got a good look at her saucer-sized nipples. Fuck, they were huge, almost a turn-off, but he wasn’t going to let that deter him. Big nipples weren’t a terrible thing.
When he walked closer, he almost laughed to himself, because he wished Ryker could see this girl. The girl’s fucking nipples almost took up her entire breast, and the damn things were starting to get thick as hell.
Mason unbuttoned his shirt, but kept it on, because this was going to be a quick release for him. After seeing her saucer nipples, he knew this was going to be a one blow and go. He shucked his jeans as big tits licked her lips and stared at his impressive body. He knew he was ripped, he knew he had it going on, and this was the luckiest night of this bitch’s life, but little did she know, he was just going to take what he wanted and get the hell out of the apartment.
He took his boxer briefs off and started massaging his cock. The sight of big tits in front of him was alright, but nothing that would have his dick poking him in the eye from excitement, so he closed his eyes for a second and, unfortunately, thought of a certain redhead’s tight ass and perfect breasts. Once Piper came into his mind, he was instantly hard. Pleased with his dick, but mad at himself for relying on Piper’s image to get him up, he walked toward big tits and straddled her stomach.
“Push your tits together, sweetheart.” She nodded and pushed them together. He had to admit, if it weren’t for the fucking pizza pie nipples, her tits would be amazing to stare at. He leaned down and pinched her nipples that were already hard as hell. The damn things were so thick, it felt like rubbing a baby carrot between his fingers. If he wasn’t in such a rush, he would have bent down to get a better look, but his dick wasn’t going to stay hard forever, especially with what he was working with.
Lowering his dick to her chest, he worked it between her breasts and started fucking her. His knees sat right below her armpits and his ass sat on her stomach. It was awkward as hell for her, but frankly, he didn’t give a flying cow turd how she felt. Mason grabbed the headboard and braced himself as he plowed his dick through her breasts.
“That’s it, just like that,” Mason said. “Keep up that pressure.”
As he thrust into her, he noticed something was tickling his knees, and it was starting to become distracting, but wanting to get this over with and find his release, he kept plowing forward.
“Let me lick you, Mason. I want to suck you off.”
Mason considered finishing off in her mouth, but he wanted to keep this clean; he didn’t know where her mouth had been, so he kept plowing forward. For all he knew, big tits had some fucking disease that would turn his dick green.
“Press your tits together, harder,” Mason demanded, as he started to feel his balls tighten, which he was thankful for, because the tickling on his knees was starting to get really annoying.
“Let me know when you’re going to…” At that moment, Mason blew his load all over her. “Come,” she finished as Mason finished off.
He decorated her, straight up bedazzled her with his jiz, and damn if he didn’t make her look good.
He got off her stomach and off the bed in one fell swoop. His job was done here. As he reached around for his pants, she turned on the lamp on the bed side table, making
his eyes fight off the light as his pupils adjusted.
“Damn, woman, give a guy a warning before you blind him with light.”
“Oh, like you gave me a warning before you came all over my face.”
“Listen, sweetheart,” Mason turned around to face her, and when he did, he felt like dry heaving.
Big tits was laying on the bed, man paste scattered across her chest and neck, with her hands behind her head as she looked at him. She was actually pretty attractive, and she wore his cum well, but what had him pulling his jeans on as quickly as possible and not caring if he zipped up his dick were the thick-ass jungle armpits she was sporting.
Man hairs, actual man hairs sprouted from her armpits, and at that moment, he prayed to Jesus and his disciples that he did not just titty fuck a drag queen. Her tits were real, her tits were real, he kept saying to himself, but were they? .
“Holy fuck,” he said out loud, not meaning to.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, while getting up and sauntering toward him.
She undid her pants and dropped them to the ground, revealing a thick patch of lap broccoli and sweater legs. There was hair…everywhere, hair spreading down her legs, swinging down from her armpits and sprouting out from under her thong.
Holy shit, he’d just titty fucked Sasquatch.
**Ryker**
Ryker sat in his booth as Mason took big tits up to his apartment, the man whore. Ryker knew Mason was losing himself completely in other women ever since Piper left, which was concerning, not because Ryker really cared too much about Mason’s relationship, but at the rate Mason was going, his donkey dick was bound to contract something, and that would be a damn shame.
Looking around the bar, Ryker noticed there were some pretty good looking women, but no one he was particularly interested in taking home. Since the last time he talked to Hannah, which was about three months ago, he’d slept around a little, but just to get a fucking release, nothing that really pleased him…which was bothersome. He used to be the fun-loving bachelor, now he was the depressed Debbie Downer that no one wanted to be near. He couldn’t blame them; he barely wanted to be near himself.
