by Gia Stone
Brooke traced her nipples with her hand. Tugging on them. Alec knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure. Tracing circles over her right nipple and then moving to the left. She pushed the vibrator in farther. It wasn’t working. She needed to be fucked. Hard. By Alec.
Brooke’s entire body sighed. Now she was pissed. She stormed to her dresser and reached for a pair of panties and bra. She threw them on as fast as she could. Like a fire alarm was going off in her head, she flipped on her blow dryer and shook the hot air all throughout her hair. She didn’t have time for this. Her hair holder caught her eye and she quickly whipped her long locks into a ponytail. Brooke clasped on the doorknob, and a second before opening it she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. She threw her head back. Good grief…Brooke, put some damn clothes on. Her jean skirt and purple tank top would work for clothes, and she practically ran out of the room.
The ding of the elevator couldn’t have come any sooner. Unlike Brooke who was not coming at all. She stepped out into the lobby and scanned the room full of tourists. She was one of them. Touring through life with no real plan. Marshall was only business. She was just a piece of luggage in his world. Nothing more than a pretty secretary that most likely would get replaced when he was ready for an upgrade. She couldn’t stay by his side anymore. Her resume was not getting padded with any more useful experience than the first year she began working for him. Brooke needed a change. She needed an out. After one incredible moment with Alec on the golf course she knew there was no going back. She couldn’t return to her dull life alongside of Marshall. Brooke needed an exit plan, and she needed it soon. The idea of returning to the office with Marshall made her skin crawl.
Shit. She had really gotten herself into a deep mess this time. Working for Marshall was a really bad decision. A decision that she needed to remedy. But was Mexico the place to do that? She had no work permit. She knew absolutely no one. Well, other than Alec. And she didn’t really know him that well. But what she did know she liked. A lot. Brooke strode toward the golf shop and decided if she was going to be making any more bad decisions they might as well make her feel good physically. She could deal with the emotions part later. Much later.
Brooke’s blood began to rise under her skin. She knew even without a mirror that her cheeks were flushed. Alec did that to her the very first time she met him, when Marshall was tasking her with golf lessons.
The woman standing in front of Alec was practically drooling. Though, Alec didn’t exactly seem unaware of her advances. She kept poking him in the chest with her long red manicured nail and then laughing like a little schoolgirl. He seemed somewhat entertained by her laughter but wasn’t exactly throwing back the same interest, this made Brooke happy. Very happy. It would be quite a disaster for her to run into Alec and find him swooning over some other touristy lady on a man mission. Then again, what exactly was Brooke doing? She was definitely on a mission, but she didn’t consider herself a tourist with Alec. She had already taken a ride with Alec. Now she wanted to get a season pass. Or at least a weekend pass. Shit, anything to help out her level of sexual frustration that was just trampled on in Room 700, the opposite of 007, in every freaking way.
* * * *
Alec caught a glimpse of Brooke the moment she marched into the golf pro shop. He didn’t believe in love at first sight. Why was it that she had such a strong pull on every organ of his? He wanted to rush over to her and ask her if she was alright. Why she had taken off and didn’t even look over her shoulder? He knew she had enjoyed their moment on the course as the screams of ecstasy from her mouth were just a small burden of proof, the way her body had shook, was another, but why did she take off? But more importantly he wanted to know when he could see her again. He didn’t want the singular moment on the course to define their brief moment in time. He wanted more than that, and now it seemed that she might as well.
Of course he couldn’t be rude to Ms. Salinas, but he definitely didn’t want to encourage her either. The slightest eyebrow raise would give Ms. Salinas the wrong idea. No. He needed to temper this situation and show her to the exit. His body was pulsating about one thing right now, and it wasn’t Ms. Salina’s nails on his chest. It was Brooke.
He had been dying to see Brooke since she hopped out of his golf cart like they were strangers. Damn, that was cold, and his body had been so hot after the way she rode him until they both climaxed. Alec appreciated good sex like the next guy, but that wouldn’t even meet the Richter scale of good. That was mind blowing, balls burning sex. It was so intense. It pushed past a barrier of intimacy that drew him closer to her and then she left.
There she was in her tight mini jean skirt and sexy little tank-top. Her hair pulled up in a ponytail. He wanted to tug on her hair and wrap it tightly around his fist as he found every one of her zones of pleasure. Yes, he wanted more. More of Brooke and more of that earth-shattering sex, and he wanted it now.
“All right, Ms. Salinas, I don’t want to keep your husband waiting, I’m sure he is racking his brain to see you again.” Alec flashed his most professional smile. It was friendly but commanding as in commanding Ms. Salinas out of the shop. He had something much better to attend to. The positions and ideas of bending Brooke every which way, caused his member to pulse.
Ms. Salinas laughed. “Oh honey, I’m sure he’s racking something in the room, but it’s definitely not his brain.” She poked his chest again. Alec flexed for the blow of her red nail. It was an automatic response ever since the first time he learned to flex his pecs, he found himself doing it without even realizing it sometimes. But this time he was doing it for more than himself and Ms. Salinas. He knew that Brooke was there, and he could tell where her focus was, even though she was pretending to be interested in golf tees. Alec wanted her to see him flex, like he could flash her a promise of what was to come. He wanted to flex her body all over his bed.
“Oh my, Alec, you are really muscular. Do you provide any other type of training besides golfing?” Ms. Salinas wiggled her eyebrows in the most non-subtle fashion, but it wasn’t the first time Alec had encountered this type of adoration or lust. He got it. He knew it was part of the job when he signed up to work at the Playa Del Azul Resort. He wouldn’t deny, the idea of women fawning over him didn’t entice him, but he also didn’t expect to be so lustful over one particular client. A client that was otherwise engaged. He had assumed that Brooke was in a relationship but after the golf cart ride, he did some further checking about her actual status. The room was registered to Marshall Masterson and another guest by the name of Brooke Carmichael. Which didn’t exactly prove that they weren’t in a relationship, but he assumed if Marshall Masterson was with someone, they would be staying in the same room. But that wasn’t the case. Brooke was registered as his guest with a different last name and room.
This didn’t explain their exact relationship but it did mean they weren’t as close as Alec had previously thought. Whatever, the depth of their relationship had been, Alec knew not only from the moans and quivers Brooke let out on the golf course, but by the way she stared into his eyes, that she was available. Alec had a good idea that he could change whatever the relationship status was with Marshall, and now he assumed this would be sooner than he had realized as Brooke had already strutted back into his life, less than twenty-four hours later. Which was really twenty-four hours too long for Alec anyway.
Alec laughed. “No, Ms. Salinas, I’m just a golf pro, but Stefan can help you out with any type of body building that you might be interested in. Do you want me to give him a call for you?” Alec trekked over to the desk and placed his hand on the phone.
The disappointment in Ms. Salinas’s eyes was obvious, but Alec didn’t care. He was doing his best not to be outright rude at this point. He didn’t want to keep Brooke or him waiting any further.
“That’s all right, Alec. I’m sure I can figure it out.” Ms. Salinas made a tsk sound and turned on her heels and stormed out of the shop. Alec gl
anced at the time on his computer. He had about twenty minutes before his next client, and he hadn’t really taken a lunch break yet, so he could technically close the shop for just a minute. With the keys in hand, Alec strode toward the glass door, flipped the “Closed” sign, and locked the door faster than he had ever locked a door before. He fixed his gaze on Brooke. She had her back turned to him and a very nice back she did have. From her sun-kissed shoulders to her round apple bottom. Her little jean skirt barely covered it, and her toned muscular legs were calling out to Alec like messengers on a mission, a mission for him to spread open and wind around his waist. Easy soldier, he reminded himself and walked over to Brooke.
“Are you in the market for a set of new golf tees?” Alec whispered in her ear. Little goose bumps popped up all over her arms and neck. Alec wanted to kiss each one, pressing her skin back to its smoothness.
“Yes, I seem to have lost some…several the other day.” She turned around and her eyes sparkled at him.
“I’d be happy to replenish your stock.” Alec leaned toward Brooke and kissed her shoulder.
Her body shivered. “And I definitely need some…” Brooke poked Alec in the chest. “Muscles.” Alec flexed his pecs against Brooke’s finger, she didn’t move it away.
“Muscles?” Alec raised an eyebrow.
Brooke laughed, “I mean…yes, I’m on…in…um…the market.” She let her finger drop down to his nipple. It was prodding out from his lime green polo shirt. She twisted it a little.
It was everything he could do to not push her over the counter and take her from behind, and damn he wanted that behind, bad. Brooke twisted his nipple. Was she trying to say she was available, perhaps? Shit, he hated reading between the lines. Especially if it meant that he would be wrong. What if she was just toying with him? Or what if she was just like Ms. Salinas and just wanted to be fucked? Alec did want Brooke…but he wanted more than just sex.
“What kind of market are you in?” Alec asked, taking her fingers off his chest and bringing them up to his mouth. He slowly kissed the tips of her fingers, one by one. Her mouth opened like she was experiencing some form of ecstasy, but that was impossible. He hadn’t even begun to give her a real taste of what he could and wanted to do to her.
“Uh, the market for more, um…” Brooke’s eyes closed for a second.
Alec continued to roll his lips over Brooke’s hand. He enjoyed watching her come undone from the lightness of his touch. This would be fun.
“Yes, I’m in the market for more, and I want it right now.” Brooke bit her bottom lip.
“Well the customer is always right in my book.” Alec grinned a sexy, salacious grin and lifted Brooke up onto the counter. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and tugged her panties off and stuffed them into her pocket.
Brooke’s breathing was loud and erratic, and he hadn’t even entered her yet. She pulled Alec in close and kissed him hard. First just their lips, and then their tongues met with a force like a hurricane, tearing at all sides of anticipation.
Alec pulled back. “I have another client in a few minutes so I’m going to need to get right to it, but I promise I’ll make it up to you later by taking my time.”
Brooke didn’t even get a chance to respond before Alec was yanking her tank top over her head and exposing her violet-covered bra. With one flick of the wrist he had her bra on the floor. He undid his zipper and pulled out his large erection. Brooke’s eyes sparkled at the sight of it.
His erection was so large. She had already experienced every inch of it, yet seeing it here in the golf shop it seemed even bigger.
“If we have to be so quick, why the formality of clothes?” Brooke asked as Alec pushed inside of all her wetness. Brooke liked the foreplay they had on the golf course, but she didn’t have to have any of that in order to be wet with Alec. Just the sight of him made her feel like she needed to change her panties.
“Brooke, I might not be able to take my time caressing every inch of you, but I will take the time to enjoy watching your breasts bounce as I bury myself into you.” He pushed in deeper and Brooke let out a little moan. She tilted her head back as he nipped at her neck and then down to her breast. His skillful hands surrounded each and every one of her pleasure points.
“Give it to me, Alec, all of it.” She gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders and let her nails dig into his back. That would probably leave a mark. But she didn’t care. She assumed that Alec was single but if not, this would let whoever know that someone else was enjoying him now. Fuck, she wanted to enjoy him forever and ever. This was aaaaaaah. Alec’s body flexed back and Brooke arched into him.
They both said yes and fell into each other. It was then that Brooke realized that the shop had several windows that led to the outside and that in one window in particular a man was watching them. A man that Brooke recognized all too well. Marshall.
Chapter Three
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was the only word that ran through Brooke’s mind. She rushed out of the elevator and ran down the hall swiping her key into the fob. A red light flashed. Seriously? Had he kicked her out of the room already? She wiped the card against her jean skirt and swiped it again. A green light flashed, and she pushed the door open. Brooke quickly scanned the suite. It was empty. Marshall wasn’t in the connecting office room. Well, that was one way to end things, Brooke. She opened up the drawers. All of her clothes were still there, but then again, she didn’t think that Marshall would take them or maybe he would. Who knows what people do when they see their employees having sex with a man in a golf shop?
The white pressed paper caught her eye, before the stack of bills. Brooke only hesitated for a second before reading it.
Brooke, if I had known that you were a professional prostitute, then I wouldn’t have brought you on a business trip. Please accept this as final payment. Your employment is no longer needed. Check out of this room is at 3:00 p.m. ~Marshall X. Masterson
“Ouch,” Brooke said to the quiet room. Ice was rushing all around her though little beads of sweat ran underneath her hairline. Brooke stared at the cash. She did not consider herself a prostitute, professional or hobbyist, in any fashion. That was really cruel and insulting. She got that Marshall was upset. But she was going to quit today anyway. Now, she had to deal with the moral dilemma of actually taking this money or not.
Not. Definitely not. She was not a prostitute. Not by any means. Fuck. Just when she thought she was on the route to figuring things out, she got caught completely vulnerable. Naked and exposed. Now what was she going to do? What could she do? Brooke slumped her shoulders and chewed on the end of her fingernail. At least she fucked up by being fucked good.
Brooke took the note, and stuffed it in her purse. She would have to deal with that later. She grabbed all of her things and stuffed them in her suitcase. She needed to get the fuck out of Playa Del Azul before running into Alec again. He said he had a client, she hoped it was a man, and she hoped that he wouldn’t see her leave. She needed a clean break, one that didn’t involve the guy that made her blood swirl with excitement.
* * * *
Two weeks after Brooke had been served her pink slip, she found herself serving up beverages at one of the most popular beachside bars in Cozumel. After rushing out of the posh resort, Brooke ended up sulking on the beach. Not only had Marshall taken her self-esteem, he had also confiscated her passport and bank cards. Obviously, if she had known that in the hotel room she would have tried to get them back. But with tears running down her face there was no way she could face him. No way. She couldn’t let him think he had any effect on her emotions. Almost by fate, a woman walking her dog happened to see Brooke in tears and offered her a place to stay and job.
“Hey, mija…these drinks aren’t going to serve themselves, okay?” Rosa pushed the tray of margaritas in Brooke’s direction. Brooke shook her head and nodded. Rosa was right, margaritas can’t serve themselves, and if she didn’t get her head out of the clouds she was going to serve
herself right out of a job. Not that she particularly enjoyed waiting on people, but she needed a job, and she was able to share a room with Rosa until she could find her own space, which was hopefully sooner rather than later. Rosa snored louder than any man Brooke had ever known, and she wasn’t even a big woman. She was shorter than Brooke but with a much “healthier,” as Rosa called it, appearance. Brooke was too skinny for any Mexican man, Rosa had said after Brooke had managed to dry her eyes on the beach. Rosa insisted if she had more meat on her bones, she wouldn’t be crying on the beach.
Brooke had laughed it off and immediately accepted the offer to work in the bar. The hours were long, and the pay was okay, but she wasn’t tied to anyone. And if she ever intended to go back to Texas she would need to be able to buy a plane ticket. With no card to access her accounts, she wasn’t able to withdraw any money she had stored away in a small three-location bank in Texas. Why hadn’t she changed to an international bank when she began traveling with Marshall? She swallowed hard at her failure to plan ahead. There was no way she would contact her family and ask for their help. Their relationship was strained at best, and this was not a situation she wanted to explain.
“Here you go, four topsy-turvy margaritas with salt.” Brooke unloaded the drinks onto the table just as a hand brushed against her behind.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” The man stuffed a wad of cash in her hands. In any other moment any other time in her life she would have slapped him across the face and stormed out of the restaurant. But she did not have all the luxuries as before. She was on a time crunch to get out of Cozumel before her visa expired. She half smiled at the guy and returned to the bar. Asshole.
