“I’ve missed you more, Ace.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Owen
One Year Later
Laying in bed staring at Brooke sleeping, I run my finger down her cheek. Every night for the last six months since she moved in, I’ve watched her sleep. When she first moved in, I think I watched her sleeping because I didn’t think it was real. That everything we’d been through, everything we’d moved past, lead to this.
It wasn’t easy. It took a long time before I honestly started trusting her. I tried to see her point of view, why she felt she needed to lie. Her being scared, hurts me more than pisses me off. I’d much rather she would have felt she could have talked to me, but we’ve both learned a lot. She’s learned that telling me what’s going on builds my trust, I’ve learned that listening makes her more comfortable and we’ve both learned to open up. There are no more secrets, no more hiding. She knows everything about me and I know everything about her.
The last year has been the best of my life. I no longer feel like the world is against me and that I’m living in a dark tunnel. She brought light into my life, pulled me out of the tunnel, and reminded me what happiness is. Brooke is the love of my life, she literally holds my heart in her hands. And I know I hold hers. It’s something I’ll never take for granted, because if nothing else I know how your life can change in the blink of an eye. Losing her is not an option. I love her too much.
Knowing that Pete is rotting in jail helps with keeping me happy. He got what he deserved and clearing my father’s name, well that was for me and my parents. I wasn’t willing to give up the fight they started until I won. Now that I have, I feel like my parents can rest in peace. They deserved so much more, but this is something I could give them now.
Like most nights Brooke must feel me staring and flickers her eyes open. “Hey,” she says, cupping my face in her hand. “You okay?”
Smiling, I kiss her full lips. “I’m great, blue eyes.”
“Can’t sleep?” she asks, searching my eyes.
“I will soon. Go back to sleep,” I say, grabbing her hand and kissing the palm.
Trying to keep her eyes open, she moves her body even closer to mine. “I’m excited for tomorrow.”
“You should be. Being invited to dance with Juilliard again is a big deal. I want to make all your dreams come true,” I say, moving a loose piece of hair off her face.
“You do everyday, Ace,” she says, grinning.
“Just what I want. Now, get some sleep,” I say, kissing her forehead.
Her eyes start to close and pop back open. “Hey Ace,” she says.
“What, blue eyes?”
“What’s your dream?” she questions, searching my face.
“This,” I say, locking my eyes with hers. “You. You are my dream. I’m not opposed to making you my wife and having some kids either,” I say with a wink.
A huge smile spreads across her gorgeous face. “You want kids?”
I lightly laugh and nod. “Of course I do. A little piece of me and a little piece of you. He’ll be a pain in the ass and an entitled prick,” I say, laughing.
It took her a long time to get back to calling me an entitled prick. It took a lot of explaining and promising I don’t take offense to it and that it makes me laugh. Once she felt comfortable with it again, she quickly got back to saying it.
“He could be a she, ya know.” She laughs.
“Oh fuck,” I say, laughing.
She starts to doze off and I rest my head on my arm. She has no idea tomorrow after her performance that I’m going to ask her to marry me. In Central Park, with a red rose, and a promise to always love her. But unlike my dad I’ll have a ring to give.
Popping her eyes open, she smiles. “I love you, Ace.”
“I love you too, blue eyes,” I say, kissing her.
The way we met may not have been ideal, but it will always be our story. Not my favorite part of the story, but it gets better from there. And I know for sure how it ends. It ends with Brooke, wrapped in my arms, with a huge smile and lots of pillow talk.
The End
Acknowledgements
To you, yes you, the one reading this. Thank you for reading Pillow Talk.
Beth Hurley, Rhiannon King, Nan Haven, Lauren Renay
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Chapter One
Shawn
“Another shot,” I demand, shoving the glass toward the graying haired bartender.
He pours it, but holds out his hand for money before passing it my way. Fucking prick. I’ve got money, I’m sure as hell not looking for a freebie.
When he slides it over, I toss it back before he even puts the money in the register.
“Holy shit, Shawn Tate. When did you get back into town?” I hear as someone slaps my shoulder.
Slowly turning my body, getting the full effect of how drunk I actually am, I see Dean Simmons. We were friends in high school, but that was a long time ago.
“Hey man, I just got into town a few hours ago,” I say, reaching for my glass of Johnnie Walker.
He must think I’m looking to bullshit and sits on the wooden stool next to me. He looks exactly like most people in this shit hole town do, over worked and underpaid. The tired bags under his eyes, no label clothes he’s wearing and the damn dirty white sneakers, just like everyone in this run down bar.
“You here visiting your dad?” he asks before taking a sip of his cheap beer.
Sipping my scotch, I slightly shake
my head. “No, I’m back,” I say with a smile.
“You left New York to come back to this place? What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks, laughing.
My eye catches the first woman in this place that I wouldn’t mind bending over this bar and I lick my lips. I watch her order a two Martinis and it’s the most entertainment I’ve enjoyed since I walked in here. She leans against the bar and I get the perfect view of her sexy, tight body. Her tits are nearly spilling out of the form fitting dress she has on. My eyes travel down the length of her body, imagining it was my hands. She reaches down to pick up the money she dropped and when I see her firm ass I know I’m going to drag her into the bathroom and fuck her before I leave.
“Shawn?” Dean says, breaking me out of my eye fucking.
Turning my hardened gaze back to him, I grin. “My company wanted to open a place on the west coast and hired me to run it. So, yeah I’m back, but only for work.” I watch the sexy blonde walk over to a table and place both drinks down. She’s alone and I’m about to fix that. I toss back the last of my scotch and stand up. “I’ll see you around Dean,” I say, slapping him on the back as I walk away.
Even with the liquor running through my veins, I’m not drunk enough to go home, I need something else to relax me. This woman is going to do just that.
“You look like you could use some company,” I say, giving her a half grin.
She looks up at me and smiles before taking a sip of her drink. “Just waiting for my friend to get here.” She licks a drop of vodka off her lip, and I raise a brow.
I pull up a seat right next to her and place my arm on the back of her chair. “A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t wait alone.” My other hand rests on her knee and I wait for her reaction. When she bites her lip I slowly move it up the inside of her thigh. “How about I help you kill some time until your friend gets here?” I say, low and deep in her ear, just as my hand reaches her pussy.
Her head falls back slightly, just like I knew it would. “Yes,” she moans out.
Standing up, I grab her hand and pull her up. “Let’s go,” I demand and she happily follows behind me.
We get down the hall to where the bathrooms are and I push into the men’s room. Turning around I see she didn’t follow. For fuck sake. I roll my eyes and push open the door. “Sweetheart, you need to be in here too.”
She walks in and before she can question anything I push her up against the wall and slam my mouth on hers. It takes her off guard, but that’s what I like. It’s a fucking turn on when they don’t know what’s coming next. I lift her up, digging my fingers into her tight ass, as she wraps her legs around me. Breaking the kiss, I lick a path down to her tits. Her chest heaves, making them nearly spill out of her dress.
“Oh God,” she whispers, loving my hands on her.
I sit her on the sink and pull away. I don’t know this woman, I don’t know her story and I don’t give a shit. I need my cock buried in some pussy and she’s more than willing. Reaching up her dress, I slowly pull her panties down her silky legs, shoving them in my pocket, before unbuttoning my pants. Freeing my hard cock, I roll a condom on. Lifting her back up, I push her back against the wall, holding tight to her smooth ass.
“Wait,” she rushes out.
Wait? Is she fucking kidding?
“What if someone comes in?” she questions, looking around.
I chuckle and gently suck on her neck. “That’s what makes it exciting. The risk of getting caught. The idea that at any minute that door could open and someone sees my cock buried so deep inside this wet pussy, while you are moaning your orgasm.” Pulling my head back so she can see me, I give her a wink. “You don’t want that?”
Rubbing her dripping pussy on my cock, she lets out a moan. “Yes, I want it,” she whispers.
I slam into her without any warning and she screams out, hitting her head on the concrete wall behind her. I don’t slow, I need this, I need this release.
Her tight pussy feels so good wrapped around me, squeezing my cock as I pound into her. Reaching up, I yank down the top of her dress exposing her tits for me. Leaning forward, I lightly lick her hardened nipples, all while she moans louder and louder. I dig my fingers into her ass, pulling her toward me with every thrust I make.
“I’m so close,” she moans out.
“Reach down and rub your clit,” I demand.
She does, and her pussy tightens around me. I pick up my pace, drawing myself closer to release. My balls tighten and my legs shake.
“Oh God,” she screams out when her orgasm crashes over her.
I continue pounding into her until my release finally rips through me. “Fuck,” I groan as my body loses all the tension it was holding.
Slowly I let her slide down my body, until she is standing. I pull up the top of her dress and when I yank off the condom, I hand her back her panties. As she begins to slide them on, the door opens and I grin. The old bastard who walks in missed one hell of a show.
I button my pants before wrapping my fingers in her hair. “Fucking amazing,” I whisper before kissing her lips gently. “Good night, baby.”
Walking outside, I smile. Now I can go face my father.
Chapter Two
Jana
“So we will be gone for two weeks. Are you sure you don’t want to just come along?” my mother asks, putting the last of her clothes in the suitcase.
I laugh as I plop down on her bed. “Mom, I’m twenty-four years old. I’m pretty sure staying here for two weeks to watch the house isn’t going to be difficult.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “I know that. I just hate that you will be alone. Why doesn’t Zoey come stay with you?”
“Ma, stop. Zo’s excited to have the apartment to herself for two weeks.” I stand up and push her out of the way to zip her suitcase. “You need to stop treating me like I’m a kid.”
“You’ll always be my baby,” she says, pushing my long brown hair off my shoulders. “Zoey only wants that apartment to herself so she can have sex with her boyfriend.” She huffs.
I laugh and pull her suitcase off the bed. “Damn right she does. If I had a boyfriend you bet your ass he’d be here with me.”
“Jana, please I don’t want to hear about your sex life,” she says, applying her lipstick.
“Nothing to hear, Ma,” I groan out.
“Susan, aren’t you ready yet? We need to leave soon if we are going to make our flight,” Jim, my stepdad, says, rushing into the bedroom.
They’ve been married for ten years and he surprised her with a trip to Hawaii for their anniversary. I’m glad she found him, she deserves this happiness. She gave up a lot of herself to raise me alone and it’s something I’ll never forget.
I smile and hand him my mom’s things. “She’s ready. She was just telling me how I’m still a child,” I joke.
“Well, to her you always will be,” he says, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t burn this place down while we’re gone. I’ll be pissed.”
I laugh walking out of the room. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to have this huge house to myself for two whole weeks. I love my apartment, but it’s small and Zoey’s a slob. This place is like a damn dream. I may even try to cook something in that gourmet kitchen they just renovated.
“Jana, I left the number of the hotel, just in case I can’t get a cell signal. Do you have enough cash? Jim, give Jana some cash,” she yells, rushing around.
“Ma, relax. I have money I don’t need yours. Stop worrying and go enjoy your anniversary.”
After another twenty minutes of them trying to give me cash, show me how to use all the remotes and teaching me how to set the alarm, they are finally leaving.
My mom wraps me in a tight hug. “Be a good little girl,” she whispers.
“You know I always am.” Which unfortunately is true. Sometimes I just want to do something that is unexpected.
Once they are gone, I look around with a huge smile. All mine, for
two weeks anyway. I even took two days off of work so I could just relax and sleep in.
Sitting down on the couch, I flip the TV on and grab my cell phone. I pull up my favorite pizza place, and order a large bacon and pineapple pie. They say it’s going to be an hour, but I don’t care. I decide to go take a long hot shower. Not something I can do at home. We run out of hot water fast, but here it’s endless. Running outside, I grab my toiletry bag out of my car. Closing the door behind me, I laugh to myself when I don’t lock it or set the alarm. Those two act as if they live in the slums, but it’s a beautiful, safe neighborhood. Nothing like where my apartment is.
I set the shower and step in letting the water pound on me. It feels so good letting the water pound my tired muscles. My imagination starts to wonder as my eyes drift closed. The soapy water running down my body, my hands running along my hardened nipples. Snapping my eyes open, I shake my head. God, it’s been so long since anyone has touched me. I miss the feeling of strong hands on my wet body.
Stepping out of the shower, wrapping a huge white fluffy towel around myself, I go back to the guest room, well my room for now. Pulling on my white silk bathrobe, there is no need for a night shirt or hell panties. I’m here alone. Plus, having this material rub against my naked body feels fucking amazing.
Brushing my hair, I pull it off my face, before going to watch some TV, before the pizza gets here. Taking a detour into the kitchen to get a drink, I stop dead in my tracks. Letting out an involuntary scream, but I’m rooted in place.
“What the fuck?” the guy standing in the kitchen says, grabbing his chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”
I scared him? Who the fuck is this and why is he in my mom’s kitchen.
I stare at him waiting for him to say something, but he just stands there looking all sexy as fuck. Wait, what the fuck.
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