Unsocial

by Dykes, Nicole

  I nod at the good news that I’m not feeling at all. I still focused on two fucking weeks without seeing Brooke. "So I won't see you til next year?"

  She laughs, "No, but I imagine we’ll both be pretty busy until then. You guys won’t forget about me will you?” Is she kidding?

  “Oh, come the fuck on, Brooke. Do you even think that’s possible? How about we get lost in the shuffle of these fucking bi-weekly and then monthly meetings, should we be worried?”

  “Dylan, no, no, no. Don’t even think that for a minute.” Her eyes are shiny, and I wonder if those are tears she’s holding back. “Please promise me you will call me for anything. Promise me that right now, please so I don’t worry. I’m already going to miss you so much.” I nod and promise her. Then she continues worriedly. “We have to tell them about the new meeting schedule. Do you want me to do it or would you rather do it yourself?”

  “You. They’ll want to hear it from you, so we might as well do it now.”

  We rejoin the others oohing and awing over the gifts. “Look at these, Dylan,” Luke comes over to me and shows me four tickets to KC MOTO in late March. “Holy shit, we’re going to be guests of Adam Shriller.” He surprises us all and causes Gabby to go into hysterics laughing when he picks Brooke up and swings her around a few times.

  Michael shows off a new Kindle with a 50-dollar gift certificate. Cassie is declaring her undying love for Brooke over a wallet looking thing, I think she said something about Rebecca Minkoff and wristlet, but that means absolutely nothing to me. I look over at Gabby, who’s wearing a new sweater and struggling to put a matching one on Toby; hers says pet, and his says, master. I’m wondering if maybe she doesn’t have them mixed up. But since she looks happy and then jumps up to squeals before reaching out to Brooke I think I’ll let it go.

  Finally, Brooke looks at me and then asks them all to have a seat so she can discuss something with them. She breaks the news about the bi-weekly meetings and explains exactly what it means. Happy faces from moments ago disappear even though Brooke does her best to reassure them she’s only a phone call away. She finally looks at the clock, and I know she’s getting ready to go. She hugs each of the kids and wishes them a merry Christmas. When she gathers her stuff, I tell the kids to do a last minute check to make sure they have everything they need for the trip then follow Brooke.

  Before she can get to her car, I grab her hand. “I have something I want to show you in the garage, come with me.”

  I open the side door to the garage and let her in first, and when I hear her gasp and squeal with excitement I know I’ve hit myself a home run. She walks slowly around the newly restored and painted ice blue 69 Roadrunner, her dream car. “Oh my God, Dylan. When did you do this?”

  “I found it when I went to check on a car for a customer. He wanted to restore it for himself, but I persuaded him to sell it to me. You like?”

  She’s made her away all around the car and is standing in front of the hood. She bites that bottom lip in that sexy-as-fuck way that has my cock going instantly rock hard. “Yeah, I definitely love it.”

  There’s no way to stop the three steps it takes me to close all the space between us. She has nowhere to back up to except the hood of the car, and I just keep pushing forward until her back is lying across it. “I’m gonna fuck you on this car,” I say with determination.

  She reaches up and grasps my biceps as best she can with her tiny hands. I don’t know if it’s to push me away, for support, or to pull me closer, but I’m going in closer. Her eyes move to my lips, and I absolutely give her what she wants. Hard and fast I take her lips with mine, and when she opens on a gasp I move my tongue in for a taste of every part of her mouth. She moans, I groan, and the kiss ignites a fire in both of us that’s going to burn us up. My hands slide from the hold they have around her waist, under her loose blouse, and then to the underside of her breasts. My mouth abandons hers and begins the journey of moving down her neck to her collarbone, nipping, licking, sucking, and kissing everywhere it lands to get the full taste of her skin.

  Her hands have found the back of my head, and I feel her fingers rake through my hair to pull me closer. “Dylan, the kids. We have to…”

  “Shut up,” I growl. “I don’t want to hear a single word from you unless it’s ‘Yes, Dylan.'” My hand works her blouse off her right shoulder, and then further, exposing her breast to my ravenous mouth. I bite the top of her gray lace bra and drag it down to expose her perfect tit to my hungry mouth. I give her nipple one soft lick before I go in with exposed teeth and bite enough to make her cry out in what sounds like pain, but I know it’s pleasure when she says, “Again, Dylan. Please.” I oblige. I take as much of her in my mouth as I can and suck hard knowing that it will leave a mark, and with that knowledge, I find I want to mark her all the fuck over. I move to the top of her breast and suck hard there as well. The sounds of praise and encouragement she’s making cause bolder moves by me.

  She moves her hand to my back to work it under my shirt. I feel her nails dig in and leave rivets on my skin. The sting on my flesh spurs me on. My left hand finds the bottom of her skirt and inches it up to her hips. I would check and see if the lace I encounter is gray like her bra, but I don’t want to lift my lips from her chest, and frankly I don’t give a shit, it’s just in my way. I tease around the tops before slipping toward her pussy and encounter nothing but wet heat. Finally, I lift my head and meet her lustful stare. “Shit, baby. You’re soaked. You want this. You want me to fuck you as much as I want to fuck you.” I harden my voice and tell her with determination while I move my thumb over her clit. “It’s gonna happen, Brooke. There is no getting around the fact that we are going to fuck, and when I get inside you I promise I’ll leave a permanent mark.” I grin down into her hooded eyes. “You’ll never want another man to fuck you after I do.”

  I slam my mouth back to hers, and the kiss builds. I increase the pressure on her clit to keep in time with the thrust of my tongue. I want to make her come all over my fingers. I can feel her getting close. She’s breathing hard, clenching my hair tighter, digging into my back harder, moaning louder, and trying to move against my fingers. She’s chasing her orgasm....

  “Dylan, Jax is on the phone wondering when we’re heading over.” I hear Luke’s voice come over the intercom that runs from the house.

  Brooke freezes in arms. Fuck, I’ve lost her. “Dylan, we have to stop. One of them could come out here if you don’t go in there.” Her breaths are still coming hard.

  I put my forehead to hers. “This isn’t over, and I’m not going to let you deny it or run from it. It’s too good; we will be too good. If we don’t do something about this it’s going to turn us to ashes over the next six months, so just give in to me.”

  “I’m scared what will happen if I do, Dylan,” She whispers.

  “Me too.” I give her one more kiss before helping right her clothes. Then I lead her to her car. I open the door and let her slide in. “Merry Christmas, Brooke.”

  I am not going to make it two weeks.

  Chapter 22

  Brooke

  I relax in the warm morning sun while I lounge on the lanai of Alex’s parents’ home. We arrived last night, and now it’s Christmas Eve. Of course, you wouldn’t know it because of the hot weather and lack of snow on the ground. The longer I lie here, the hotter my skin feels, but it’s not near as hot as Dylan’s mouth was just a couple of short days ago. My breathing speeds up at the memory of him pushing me against the hood of the Roadrunner. And what the hell? When did he get a Roadrunner? Better yet, why? Dare I think it was because I said it was the car I wanted most in the world? I can’t delude myself like that. That is totally not his style. I probably just piqued his interest in something different. Not a lot of people, especially guys, think that a Roadrunner is the sexiest muscle car ever made. So again, why did he get a Roadrunner?

  I'm up way too early because I couldn't sleep. This situation with Dylan is constantly in m
y head. Every touch, every kiss has ignited a fire in me, and there's nothing more I'd like to do than to say to hell with, and then lick every inch of him. Explore every tattoo, every muscle, every single part of Dylan Monroe.

  Mmmm, the way he pushed me flat against the cool hood and kissed me like he wanted to devour me. The way he touched me like he wanted to own me. The way he commanded my body to give in and accept everything he did, biting and sucking my breast to the point of leaving marks. I lift my left hand to my right breast and touch the places where Dylan unleashed his tongue and teeth on me. Touching the small bruises around my nipple and the top of my breast allows the memory to feel so real like my hand is his skilled mouth. I moan out loud as a tremor runs through me.

  It makes me love and curse my job. Without my job, I would never have met Dylan, but because of it I really can't allow anything to happen, so I'm left to flirt shamelessly and fantasize about him every waking moment. Don't judge me until you've been near the man.

  I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I jump, "Oh honey, I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you, but I heard you moan. I hope you’re not ill." I’ve just been caught with my hand on my boob and moaning by my best friend’s mother. How embarrassing is that?

  "Good morning," I answer sheepishly. “And no, I’m not ill. Just getting lost in all this gorgeous weather.”

  She sits in the oversized wicker chair next to me, "What are you doing up so early?"

  "Just thinking."

  She smiles, "Oh, yeah? About?"

  I've never lied to Marjorie, and she truly is like a mother to me, so I decide to confide in her, "Honestly? A complicated situation I've found myself in with a guy at work."

  She nods like she already knew, "Dylan?"

  My mouth falls open. Holy shit, how does she know? I nod slowly, "Yes, how did you..."

  "Alex has told me quite a bit about this boy."

  I laugh because Dylan is hardly a boy, "Alex isn't a fan of him, but she doesn't know him like I do."

  She reaches out and puts her hand on top of mine, "So you tell me your side of it then."

  "Well, he's a client, and he will be for an entire year. And it would be completely unethical and wrong to be with him, not to mention I would lose my job if anyone found out."

  She grins over at me, "But?"

  "He's just such an incredible man, and he makes me forget all the reasons I should say no. He's strong, smart, successful, witty, and kind. I mean most people wouldn't say kind when you first meet him, but he is. He cares so much about his siblings that he gave up his life in Oklahoma to move to Kansas to raise them. He still has his business there, but then he and his business partner decided to start the second one in Kansas, and they are doing so well. And he is so good with the kids even though he has no idea what he’s doing, and I’m gushing.” I trail off. I can feel a blush creeping over me.

  Her smile has grown even bigger, "Wow, it seems like you care a great deal about him."

  I've never said any of that out loud before, and it feels fantastic to say it. "I do."

  "Brooke, I’m going to be perfectly honest with you, I haven't found anything more important in my 56 years than love. If you think this is the real deal do not let anything get in your way, even my meddling daughter."

  I told you she was an amazing woman. No judgment. No telling me what to do. But do I love him? That's crazy because I haven't even known him that long. "Alex thinks it would screw up my life, and she’s not wrong.”

  She laughs, "Oh honey, the best things in life "screw" it up. Love is messy, but the best kind of love is also very simple. At the end of the day if you love someone then that’s all there really is. Your career is not going to keep you warm, and your career can’t hold you and love you. You can’t let a job dictate who you love. You be with them no matter what, because it will be you and him against the world. The heart wants what the heart wants, and if you follow your heart, then everything else will fall into place. I promise."

  There is that love thing again. Everything she says makes sense, but I have worked so hard to get where I am, and I would be risking it on someone who doesn’t even believe in relationships or doesn’t want a relationship. "I'm so confused about what’s right and wrong anymore."

  “There’s nothing to be confused about, Brooke. We’ve been over and over this, and you would be stupid to risk everything for sex.” We both turn to look back at Alex standing in the door.

  “Alex, for starters don’t call your best friend stupid. Secondly, who’s to say this is all about sex. You don’t think people are capable of some deeper emotion. I didn’t raise you to believe that way. Have you learned nothing from mine and your father’s 30 years? Brooke is a smart girl, and I trust her to know her mind and heart. And she no doubt has a better knowledge of this young man’s mind than you do.” She sighs and looks at the two of us. “Honey, it’s not your place to say who she chooses to be with. As her best friend, it’s your place to support her decisions and be there if she makes the right one or doesn’t.”

  I stare at Alex, silently begging her to hear her mother’s words because I do need her support no matter how the cards may fall because I think I know what my choice is going to be. Deep down I know for a fact that I’ll never feel anything like I felt for the brief moment I was in Dylan’s arms, and I think I’ll hate myself more if I don’t take advantage of this opportunity than if I do, and things go south for me.

  Because we have years of silent communication between us, Alex understands and walks to my lounge chair. I stand up hugging her. “Thank you.”

  “Okay, you two. Let’s get breakfast going and see what we can get up to before your brother shows up tonight.” We all three link arms and head inside where Alex's father is sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. He greets us with a smile. “I didn’t want to interrupt the moment for you guys, but now that it’s over how about breakfast.”

  “Coming right up, my love.” Marjorie loves to cook as much, if not more than I do. Needless to say, we end up with more than any of will ever eat. No doubt when Trevor gets here he’ll polish off the leftovers. It is no secret the boy can eat.

  Alex pushes her plate away and groans after she’s had her fill and yawns. “How can you be sleepy?” I ask her. “You slept nine hours.”

  She grumbles at me, "I couldn't sleep. You were tossing and turning way too much!"

  The condo is only two bedrooms, so Alex and I had to share the guest room which has two twin beds. I know I was restless last night, but I didn't realize it had affected Alex. My thoughts were all over the place, but still with one major theme, Dylan. I hope she doesn't sense that.

  I can't stop wondering how their trip went. I also can’t deny that I’m plagued with jealousy over the thought that Dylan may have run into some woman he had been with while he lived there, which I’m sure there were many. I mean God only knows how many women he's slept with in that city. My mind is racing again thinking about the countless number of women that could throw their selves at him. Women that wouldn’t have consequences attached to being with him, like getting fired from a job that they’ve fought so hard for.

  I jump when Alex snaps her fingers, "Hello. Are you okay?"

  Oh, damn. Right, I'm supposed to be present and talking to Alex. "I'm sorry, I guess I had a hard time getting used to a different bed."

  She has a suspicious look, but she doesn't call me on it, "Well hopefully you get used to it tonight."

  I smile and pop a strawberry in my mouth, "I'm sure I will."

  After we clean up, we all take turns in the one bathroom to get ready for the beach. There’s no way I can get away with wearing my bikini top alone, so I reach for a tank top. It wouldn’t be hard to miss all the little bites that Dylan attached to my right breast. I smile at the thought and get turned on all over again. With his filthy talk, talented mouth, and rough hands touching my body he has made me feel sexier than I’ve ever felt in my life. Just the way he looks at me singes my skin wher
ever his gaze lands on me.

  After Marjorie has put the roast on that she’s fixing for dinner, we walk the two blocks to the beach. I lay my towel down and get comfortable. “Aren’t you taking off your shirt? You’ll get hideous tan lines if you don’t.”

  Shit, I don’t know what to say. “Uh, no. I’m feeling a little bloated. I don’t want anyone to see my stomach.” I laugh. I’m so utterly lame when it comes to lying.

  “Okay, then. I think you’re totally nuts, but if you feel more comfortable then by all means.” I want to laugh because she bought that stupid excuse. I just let her settle into the soft sand and take her beach nap. I sigh in relief for dodging that bullet, because Alex can be like a pit bull. Thank God for jet lag and horny, restless roommates to wipe her out.

  In my bag, I hear my text notification and hope it’s Dylan. I just want to know if he’s thinking of me as much as I’m thinking of him. And I know that makes me sound like a school girl, again don’t judge. I’m disappointed when I don’t see his name, but I still smile when I read Cassie’s name.

  Cassie: Merry Christmas Eve, Brooke! We miss you!

  “Who is it?” Alex asks.

  “Cassie,” I answer her before replying.

  She smiles, "That girl adores you."

  "I adore her too."

  Me: Merry Christmas Eve to you too, Cassie! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas, and I miss you too.

  I hit send, and since I’m dying to know, I send another.

  Me: How was Oklahoma? Are you home now?

  Cassie: It was okay I guess. Lots of guys just talking about cars. One girl that works for them was all over Dylan. Yes, we got home an hour ago.

  My heart sinks. Stop it, Brooke. He can do whatever he wants. That’s the rational part of me. The irrational, crazy part of me wants to find this bitch and tell her to keep her damn hands off of Dylan. Okay, be professional.

  Me: Sure Dylan can handle himself. Glad you guys had fun and are home safely.