When she snakes her arm around Xander’s waist I feel a twinge of jealously I wish wasn’t there. I know I can’t be selfish, especially after the conversation that Raven and I had when I moved my stuff out of their room. If I want to be with Brooke I know I have to let Raven go completely. I guess it’s hard because I know I’ll always care about Raven, even if I’m not fucking her.
Tension fills the air between us as Raven and Xander both stare at me. Could it be any more obvious that they want to be alone?
“I guess I’ll take off.” A small part of me wants them to stop me, but I know it’s just wishful thinking on my part.
That part of my life is over. Time to find Brooke and start on a new chapter.
***
My search for Brooke ends when I find her in the hot tub. It sucks that’s she’s wearing a swimsuit, but at least it’s a bikini.
“Need some company?” I squat down outside the hot tub right next to her.
“Go away,” she complains. “I’m relaxing.”
“I have ways of making you really relax,” I tease.
She opens one eye and looks over at me. “Harper is trying to kill me. She is going to work me to death.”
“She’s ambitious.”
“She tries to do a week’s worth of work in one day.”
There’s one thing I know for sure that will entice Brooke into going out with me again. I decide to tempt her with it. “Want to go for a ride on my motorcycle?”
Both eyes spring wide open this time. “Are you kidding?” Of course!” Then she narrows her gaze at me. “This doesn’t mean I’m giving you a blowjob.”
I hold up my palms. “Just a date. No hummers expected.”
As she rises from the hot tub I can’t help but notice how sexy she looks in the little red bikini. It accentuates her tits and her tight little ass.
And I get hard just thinking about peeling the thing off of her.
“Give me a few minutes to get changed.”
“Need some help?” I offer.
“That’ll take more than a few minutes,” she teases.
“I can be quick,” I tell her.
She gives me a sly grin. “Maybe I don’t want you to be.”
We can’t get back to our bedrooms fast enough. Or I should say the bathroom between our bedrooms.
Peeling off the hot little bikini is just as sexy as I imagined. Brooke’s hair is tied up in a ponytail and I take full advantage to the access to her long neck. She shivers as I kiss my way up it and then I whisper in her ear, “Do you have any idea how hot you are? And how hot you make me?”
When she moves her hand toward my dick I take in a deep breath. “Why do you still have your clothes on while I’m completely naked?” She moves her hand over my rapidly growing erection.
I’m hesitant to remove my shirt because I don’t want her to see the bandage and start asking questions about my new tattoo. But I don’t stop her when she unzips my pants. I quickly step out of them instead.
As she grazes her fingers over the length of my cock the ever expanding bulge strains the fabric of my boxer briefs.
When she gives me a look that says fuck me now, and then licks her bottom lip in anticipation I can’t get my underwear off fast enough.
“Condom,” I state as I turn to head out of the bathroom. I want to honor her request not to have any more unprotected sex.
To my surprise she grabs my elbow and stops me. “Not now.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
I’m not going to argue if she wants to ride bareback. I’m going to give her exactly what she wants. I move in behind her and grab her hips. Then I slide inside of her as I push her over the bathroom counter.
“You’re always so wet and ready for me,” I whisper in her ear.
She gives me a low moan in response. When I glance at her in the mirror her eyes are closed. “Look at me,” I urge.
We both stare at our reflections in the mirror as I thrust into her. I love the way her face flushes when I’m fucking her. Every time I’m inside of Brooke I want her to feel like I’m the only guy she’ll ever want or need. I want to satisfy her so completely that she’ll never think about fucking anyone but me.
As I move in and out of her I alternate long, slow strokes with quick hard thrusts. I know if I push too hard and too fast I’ll pop too quick and I want her to enjoy the ride for as long as possible…
Until she begs me for more. “Harder,” she whispers, her voice husky.
I give her what she wants. I bang her as hard and deep as I can. When she cries out I give one more final thrust and drive us both home.
Then I pull her into my arms and hold her tight. My only wish is that I could hold her forever and never have to let her go.
When she finally tries to squirm free I pull her tighter.
“You have to let me go sometime,” she reminds me.
But I’m not ready yet. “No I don’t.”
She laughs. “I can’t stay wrapped in your arms forever.”
“Sure you can.”
“I have to pee.”
I heave a sigh before I finally release her.
“You’re going to watch me pee?”
“I have to make sure you put the seat down this time. I don’t want you to fall in again.”
“Ha, ha. Very funny.” Even though she’s teasing me I notice she does check to make sure the seat really is down before she sits on the toilet.
I know it’s weird, but I want to watch her pee. Or maybe I just like spending time with her and don’t want to go in the other room if she’s not there.
“Are you really going to take me on your bike or was that just a ruse to get inside of me again?”
“I don’t know what a ruse is, but I don’t think I need one to get inside of you.”
As she grabs for some toilet paper she says, “Give me about twenty minutes to get ready.”
“Put on something you can hike in,” I warn her.
When her face lights up it tugs at my heart. “You’re going to take me hiking?”
“I’m not really much of a hiker, but Rayne said this place is nice. He took Harper there and she liked it.”
She gives me the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen. “You’re taking me on another date?”
I nod. “You could call it that.”
When her smile begins to fade I’d trade all the money I’ve got just to get it back. “I don’t want you to think we’re dating or anything. We’re still just fucking. And going on a date.”
“I know,” I assure her. “It’s not a big deal. We’re just hanging out.”
“Good.”
“Maybe I’ll take you for ice cream too,” I suggest.
“Really?” There it is. Her fantastic smile is back again. My heart skips a few beats in response.
“Really,” I confirm. “But it’s still casual.”
“Of course,” she agrees, but her eyes are twinkling.
***
The satchel on my bike is stuffed with two large ice cream sundae containers and plenty of napkins when we arrive at Pinnacle Peak. It’s a scenic park with a nature trail that looks like a hell of a lot of work to climb. Lucky for me Brooke really isn’t into physical fitness shit either so we find a large boulder that we can both sit on and stuff our faces with ice cream.
It’s just before sunset and the sky looks more like some kind of painting than an actual sky.
“It’s pretty here,” Brooke comments as we both look at the enormous cactus just to the left of us.
“I figured you’d like it. Most chicks like nature.”
She gives me a little half grin. “And how did you arrive at this conclusion about chicks and nature?”
I shrug.
“Have you taken a lot of chicks hiking?” she probes.
I have to laugh. “Do I look like I’ve ever been hiking before?”
“But you grew up in Arizona.”<
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“And spent ninety percent of my time inside in the air conditioning because the state is fucking hot most of the time.”
“It’s not bad today,” she comments.
She’s right. It’s not too bad. “Better eat your ice cream before it melts.”
When she licks her lips I want to kiss her again. It’s what I think about most, when I’m not thinking about fucking her. Or holding her in my arms.
“You’d better get eating too,” she teases.
We both open our containers and start on the whipped cream, which is already half melted. Doesn’t matter though because it still tastes good.
Brooke gives a little moan as she savors her first bite. It’s a familiar sound. She moans like that when I’m inside of her.
My dick starts to swell in response.
“This is really good,” she exclaims.
“You’ve got some whipped cream on your nose.” I wipe it away with my index finger.
When our eyes meet the heat between us is almost unbearable. There hasn’t been a girl yet who I haven’t been able to get out of my system just by getting in her pants. It’s usually the thrill of the chase that turns me on and once I’ve captured them I’m generally done.
But Wild Child has completely turned my world upside down. The more of her I get the more I want. And I’m becoming obsessed with not sharing. I want her all to myself.
Getting her to see my point of view, however, has been a bit of a challenge. Not that I can’t handle a challenge.
“So how did you end up at Rayne’s place instead of moving back with your parents? Harper told me you were tight.”
“Were being the operative word in that sentence,” she says.
Sometimes Brooke looks really sad, but right now she looks sadder than I’ve ever seen her. I would do anything to take that pain away. “Wanna talk about it?”
“Good thing we have lots of ice cream.”
“And whipped cream. And cherries,” I remind her.
She nods. It takes a while before she finally speaks, but then it all tumbles out. “The rehab center forced my parents into attending family therapy. They told them I won’t get better unless I dealt with the issues that were causing me to drink. Not feeling good about myself. Never feeling good enough for my parents. Stuff like that. I finally figured out why my dad was so hard on me my entire life. He resented me.”
“Why would your dad resent you?”
“Because he’s not technically my father.”
“How can your father not be your father?”
“He’s listed on my birth certificate as my father. And he raised me. But his swimmers didn’t make me. He’s not my biological father.”
“You’re saying your mom screwed around?”
She nods. “As soon as I had that piece to the puzzle my life made sense. Why my dad was so hard on me all those years. I knew he was in the Army when he was young. He was in the Middle East. Desert Storm. My mom got pregnant while he was deployed. And she has no idea who my biological father actually is. Apparently while my dad was away she drank a lot and slept around a lot. Sound familiar?”
“What’s that saying about the fruit not falling far from the tree?”
“It’s apples. Apples don’t fall far from the trees.”
“You could probably say that about any fruit, right?”
She laughs. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while. I finally have your nickname.”
I frown. “I don’t think I need a nickname.”
“You have no trouble calling me Wild Child,” she counters.
“That’s because it’s who you are.”
“And you’re the Cliché Mangler. You have a knack of completely twisting nearly every common saying in the English speaking world.”
She has a point, but I’m not sure I’m willing to accept a nickname, at least not that one. “I’d rather be Mr. Big or Big Cock. How about Big Swinging Dick?”
A playful slap on the upper arm is her response to my suggestion.
“So your dad still raised you as his own kid? Even after your mom fucked around behind his back?”
She nods. “And resented the hell out of me since the day I was born. He’s an honorable guy. He thought it was the right thing to do. And he’s always loved my mom. He didn’t want to leave her. He just didn’t love me so much. Maybe because I was a constant reminder of my mom’s infidelity.”
“And I thought my family was fucked up. Makes me wonder if anybody has a normal childhood.”
“Harper did.”
I laugh. “And look how she turned out.”
“She may be a little unconventional on the outside, but she’s got a big heart. And she’s brilliant.”
“I know she’s your best friend, but she kind of freaks me out.”
Brooke smiles. “How does she freak you out?”
“She’s like an old person in a young person’s body. I mean she’s hot, underneath her weird clothes, but fucking her would be like fucking a grandmother.”
Narrowing her gaze at me Brooke asks, “And how often do you think about fucking Harper?”
I shake my head. “Never. Sometimes I feel like Rayne can read my mind. If he ever caught me thinking about Harper that way he’d probably kill me. And then if I became a ghost, he’d kill that too.”
That makes Brooke laugh. I love it when I can entertain her, even if it’s because I’m an idiot.
I take her hand and look into her sparkling brown eyes. “I just want you to know that I think you’re amazing.”
She glances down and kicks a stone with the edge of her bright pink sneaker. Not exactly hiking shoes, but I don’t think either of us expected us to actually hike.
When she looks back up at me her eyes are damp. “You’re just saying that because you want to keep fucking me.”
“I do want to keep fucking you. There’s no doubt about that. But I’m not just saying it. Just because your dad treated you like shit doesn’t mean you are shit. It means he’s the one who feels shitty about himself.”
She gives me the tiniest of smiles. “Are you some kind of amateur rock star psychologist? Here’s the title of your first book: Mangled Clichés of a Bad Boy Rock Star.”
“I’m the Cliché Mangler. What can I say?”
We both laugh.
“At least you’re willing to own it.”
***
“Good night,” Brooke says as we stand outside of her bedroom door. She gives me a soft kiss that leaves me craving more. “Are you disappointed?”
I nod. I’m not going to lie. I’d like to be inside of her every chance I get.
She heaves a sigh. “I’m really trying to turn over a new leaf. I want to be the girl who can go on a date and have fun, but not always have to have sex. Does that make sense?”
“Not really,” I tell her. “But I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever it takes.”
Neither one of us makes a motion to move. Then I decide to throw something out there. “Can I still sleep with you?”
She frowns. “You mean like really sleep. Without having sex?”
“Yea.”
“Do you think that’s even possible?” She presses her lips into a thin line.
I shrug. “I’m willing to give it a try.”
“Okay,” she replies more quickly than I expect.
When she opens her bedroom door I follow her inside. “I think I’d better wear pajamas,” she announces. “Lessen the temptation.”
“Sure, whatever.” I slip off my boots and jeans, but decide I’ll keep my t-shirt on. I’m still not ready for her to see my new tat.
She disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes and when she returns she’s wearing the tiniest little shorts I’ve ever seen and a thin little tank top with no bra.
“Those are pajamas?” They’re doing absolutely nothing to lessen the temptation in any way.
She laughs. “Yes, they’re actually pajamas.”
I quickly hop into b
ed so she won’t see how hard I’m getting. As soon as she climbs into bed I grab her and pull her close. When she nestles right up next to me I’m sure she can feel my hard-on pressing against her ass. But she doesn’t say anything and neither do I.
I’m not really used to going to sleep so early and I’m not really that tired, so I’m glad when Brooke asks, “Are you asleep?”
“Hell no.”
“Want to talk?”
“I’d rather be fucking you, but since that’s not an option, sure, let’s talk.”
“I want to hear about your family. I told you all about mine.”
“There’s not a lot to tell,” I reply. My family is not a subject I like to talk about. Or even think about for that matter.
“Tell me something,” she insists.
“You’re not going to let it go, are you?”
She laughs. “You know me so well.”
“My parents are gone. Dead.”
When she asks, “Do you miss them?” I’m not sure how to respond.
“I’m not sure I knew them well enough to miss them. Like if Xander, Rayne or Raven died it would be like a piece of me died right along with them. Those three are my family. When my mom and dad died I felt sad, but it didn’t feel like part of me died too.”
“I think it’s different for me because I don’t have siblings, or cousins I’m close to, it’s just me and my parents.”
“You have Harper.”
“She’s like a sister, I guess. Things are different now that she has Nic.”
“And things are different for me now that I have you,” I tell her.
When she turns over to face me I swallow. I have a feeling I know what she’s going to say and I really don’t want to hear it.
She places her hand on my cheek. “You don’t really want me, Leo. You want the idea of me. Your Wild Child. You don’t want Brooke Rhodes. Nobody does. The girl’s a mess. A basket case with tons of baggage. You could do a lot better than that. And you should. You’re a rich rock star. A celebrity. You can have any girl you want. Why settle for hamburger when you can have filet mignon?”
I take her hand from my cheek and kiss her knuckles. “I think you’re a little confused about who’s the hamburger and who’s the filet mignon.” Then I look into her eyes. “Maybe I like my girls with lots of baggage. Ever think of that?”
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