“Come here princess,” he said patting the spot next to him on the bed.
I did what he asked and crawled in right beside him. He put his arms around me and pulled me tight.
“Let’s just stay in bed together all day, princess,” he whispered.
“Mmm, I wish we could, but I have to get to the hospital and check on Stephanie.”
“I know baby. I just need to spend some time inside of you.”
“Dylan, you know we can’t continue like this.” He pulled me closer, turning me to face him.
“You think I don’t see you Brooke. You think that whatever it is you’re hiding will make me go away. I see you princess, every hurt, every deep rooted scar… everything.”
His intense blue eyes stared into my soul. I melted just a little bit more.
“I love you Brooke. I have since the moment I first saw you. Don’t push me away, I won’t let you.”
“Mmm,” I moaned as he kissed down my neck and behind my ear. His hands were moving up and down my body, causing the silk of my lingerie to glide against my breasts. My nipples were begging to be pinched, pulled and twisted. My skin was on fire, the heat building between my legs as Dylan continued to rub me, his fingers sliding down my navel and slowly slid his middle finger inside me. All the while, our tongues were dancing. I arched my back as his finger explored my special spot, causing my senses to over take me. I was just on the brink of orgasm when he pulled his finger out and put it on my lips.
“Open your mouth baby,” he said. “See how good you taste?” I welcomed his finger into my mouth, savoring his sweet scent mixed with my juices.
“Dylan,” I whispered as my body began to cave to his touch. He slid his finger under my lingerie and pulled it over my head as he continued to rub his hands up and down my body bringing every nerve to life. Dylan was pulling my panties down when his phone began ringing. One ring; then silence. The damn chirping started again as we continued our loving assault on each other’s bodies. This time, two rings and the overly eager caller hung up. Dylan reached over and switched the ringer off tossing the phone to the floor as he slid slowly down my body, giving a slight teasing flick of his tongue to my clit. “Ah,” I moaned as he looked up at me through his thick, dark lashes and flashed me that panty soaking grin that made me come a little bit more.
I could feel his hard length resting against my leg as he continued to flick and tease as my core began to heat and tighten ready for release, when our unexpected visitor entered the room. It took about a millisecond for my mind to register who was standing in our room watching us make love. I pushed Dylan off of me and pulled the sheet up covering myself.
There she was, Misty. Why couldn’t this bitch just go away? She irritated me to no end, I wanted to kick her ass but I’m sure butt ass naked wasn’t the way to do it. She stood there, mouth wide open, her black, evil eyes boring into me with disgust. She was pure evil, making my skin crawl and I wanted to know what the hell she was doing in Dylan’s penthouse; what could be so important for her to tell him. I was tired of her constant calling, lying and trying to get Dylan back in bed. Whatever the bitch had to say, well…she could say it in front of me. And now that I had been deprived of an orgasm, I was in no mood for her shit; the bitch needed to be heavily medicated. She didn’t border on the line of crazy, she was bat shit crazy! I heard a small sweet voice behind Misty, it was Dylan’s housekeeper.
“Mr. Prescott, I’m very sorry. I tried to stop her but…she just barged her way in through the front door.”
“It’s okay Lucy. Where’s Tristan?” he asked.
“I don’t know sir. He left a few hours ago, said he had some errands to run. Shall I call him and let him know that you need his assistance?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. Thanks Lucy.”
“Very well sir, I’ll be in the kitchen finishing preparing breakfast.” I snickered at the formality, sir? Well I sure as hell didn’t want to be called ma’am; that was reserved for women my mother’s age. Sweet Lucy would have to refer to me by my first name.
Misty had no intentions of leaving, despite the partial humiliation that was painted across her face. Dylan was furious and little, miss, priss came down a notch from the glaring look he gave her. He stood and walked over to her, his hard chest pushed out, shoulders back; as he leaned close to her face. A hint of a smile crossed her lips as her cold eyes widened. Dominant Dylan; there’s another side I haven’t seen, I thought. Just what the hell were these two into? Misty’s body softened; submitted. I had read about this sort of thing but I’d never actually encountered something so deliciously, intriguing. Dylan clenched his teeth together as he hissed, “Misty, what do you think you’re doing barging in my house without so much as a phone call first?” She placed her hands on his chest letting them gently glide down his smooth skin, when he grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her away. The smirk on her face said that she was getting the reaction she was looking for.
“I tried calling before I came over but you never answered; you never answer my calls anymore Dylan.”
“That’s because I don’t have anything to say to you. We broke up, remember?”
“No Dylan; you broke up.”
“It doesn’t matter Misty, I’m not playing your games. I’m with Brooke and we have a life together. The next time you try and pull some shit like this, I’ll have you arrested for stalking and harassment.”
“Come on Dylan, that homely, piece of trash won’t last in your world. She can’t handle you or give you what you need.” I cleared my throat, feeling my anger rise; I didn’t want to stoop to her level, but the words spewed out of my mouth.
“Well…bitch! I may be trash but I’m nothing like you. For starters, when someone say’s it’s over, it means it’s over. It doesn’t mean you continue to call them, stop by their house or continue to try and seduce them. You see Misty, Dylan is a lot nicer than I am, so I’ll put it in a language that you can easily understand. You’re a whore Misty. You’ll stick your mouth on any cock that’s put before you, just so you can climb your way to the top of the corporate ladder. That’s right, I’ve heard all of the office talk about you and seeing how you parade around like a piranha with Dylan, I know it’s true. Now, get the fuck out of my room so I can finish fucking my fiancé!” She flung her hair around her shoulders and under her breath said “bitch”.
“That’s right Misty, I am and you’ll be wise to remember that. I wish I could say it’s been fun, but it really hasn’t. Please see to it that you don’t call or come by in the future. Have a nice day.” Dylan turned back and gave me a sly smile as he led Misty to the front door. Since my sexual appetite had been crushed by the invader, I hopped in the shower and let the warm streams of water wash away my stress. I quickly dried myself and threw on sweats and pulled my hair into a ponytail, ready to take on the day. I was feeling pretty ballsy and I had to admit, it felt damn good telling her off.
***
We arrived at the hospital just after 10 a.m. Stephanie was awake and the bruising on her face looked worse than it had the previous day. Dylan and I stopped dead in our tracks at the scene unfolding before us. Tristan was in the blue recliner chair next to my sister’s bed, holding her hand. Tristan got up to move and offer me his seat but I told him to stay.
“Dylan, come get coffee with me?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said looking at me confused. We walked outside into the cold, stark waiting room and he pulled me to him gently placing a kiss on my forehead as I pulled back, I was staring into his heated blue eyes.
“What’s going on with Tristan?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” he smirked cocking his head to the side.
“I mean, what’s going on with him and Stephanie?”
“I don’t know princess; maybe he cares and just wants to be there for support, to be a friend, perhaps? Does that bother you?”
“No, I guess not. I was just shocked when we walked in there and he was sitting there holdin
g her hand. I guess I’m still on edge from earlier with Misty.”
“Brooke, don’t over think this. They’re both adults and you also need to remember that he’s here to protect her, just as I’m protecting you.”
Dylan was right and I let out the breath that I had been holding. I had just had a bomb dropped on me by my parents not even forty-eight hours prior to my dealings with Misty, I was feeling very edgy. I was elated that my sister was awake and happy. I had to believe that Tristan had something to do with her good mood. I hoped like hell that her being awake meant good news for both her and my family.
Dylan and I walked to the small café outside of the hospital entrance doors. It was a quaint, busy little place with its brown and tan café décor. Bistro styled tables littered the open space for patrons to sit. On the wall hung art work of coffee pots and tea kettles from different eras. The smell of coffee and sweet pastries filled the air as we approached the busy counter and placed our order.
I decided on coffee, black with an extra shot of espresso and since I was feeling dangerous, I added a blueberry scone to my order. Dylan put his hand on my back allowing it to travel until it rested on my ass. He ordered the same thing. I giggled thinking that he must be feeling dangerous too.
CHAPTER 5
My mother and Tristan were waiting for us when we arrived in Stephanie’s room. Tristan had given up his seat from earlier and it was now occupied by my mother. My mother looked like your average older woman. She was short and chunky; her auburn colored hair cut in a bob with a hint of gray on the sides, her eyes a beautiful shade of green; almost emerald in color. In her younger years, she was definitely a sexy siren. I looked a lot like her.
Dr. Chan had been in while Dylan and I had stepped away getting our morning crack. Stephanie was expected to make a full recovery but would need to rest for the next couple of weeks at home and then start physical therapy. She would need round the clock care. We agreed that my mother would stay with her since I needed to return to work. I would check in on both of them on my way home each night. Tristan offered to stay with her on the weekends so my mom could have a break and Dylan and I could have some alone time. Apparently Dylan hadn’t explained our new living arrangement to him, then again, I had been occupying so much of Dylan’s time with my life’s drama he wouldn’t have had the chance to tell him much of anything.
I walked over to Stephanie and placed a kiss on her forehead before Dylan and I left for the day.
“I love you sis,” I told her.
“I love you too B,” she said. “Hey B, the animal shelter called, they found Ziggy, can you pick him up and bring him home?”
“Sure Steph, I’ll take care of it, you just take care of you and get better.” I wasn’t sure where Ziggy would stay for the next couple of days until Stephanie came home, so I made a mental note to call around and see if there were any openings at a boarding kennel.
“Princess, what’s going through that beautiful head of yours? You look like you just lost your best friend.” Damn it, Mandy. I hadn’t called her and I really needed to update her on Steph’s condition. I was becoming a really bad friend.
“Nothing important” I replied.
“Brooke” he said in a warning tone.
“I…I just, I’m thinking about everything. Our living arrangement, Ziggy and where he’ll stay, I haven’t spoken to Mandy and I know she’s worried and Stefan’s trial is coming up too. I just have so much on my mind. It’s too much.”
“Hmm, that’s a lot going on in there; most of which can easily be remedied. When we get home, you can call Mandy. Ziggy will stay with us until Stephanie gets home, so stop worrying about her dog.”
“You don’t understand. Ziggy isn’t a small dog, Dylan; he’s a one hundred seventy pound St. Bernard.” His head spun around as he stared at me in shock.
“He’s what?”
“Yeah Dylan, the dog is huge. That’s why I don’t understand how someone was able to harm Steph. He either had to know the attacker or they drugged him. That dog would never let anyone near my sister.”
“I don’t disagree, Brooke. I think they both knew the attacker but she doesn’t remember anything about the attack. Tristan has been trying to help her remember. Your sister’s dog is fucking huge by the way, he can stay with us but he’s sleeping in your room and you’ll be sleeping in mine. I don’t understand why you keep trying to put distance between us Brooke.”
“Dylan, we’ve already been through this. You know the reasons why, I need some damn space.”
“Really? Is that why you told Misty that I’m your fiancé? Did you think I didn’t hear that out of your mouth this morning?”
“Damn it Dylan, I said that when I was pissed off and horny. The bitch deprived me of my orgasm for crying out loud, I would have said anything at that moment.”
“I don’t think so Brooke. I think you said it because that’s what you really want. Is it princess, is that what you want; to be my wife?”
“I don’t know, I’m so damn confused; you confuse me Dylan.”
“That’s where you’re wrong baby. I don’t confuse you, you confuse yourself. You’re over thinking the situation instead of letting yourself feel and have decided that for some reason loving me is wrong. Brooke, do you have any idea how much I love you?”
“How can you love me Dylan? We barely know each other. We haven’t even been on a date; we went straight from working together to being lovers.”
“Oh Brooke, I hate it when you talk about us like we’re casual fuck buddies, but I know what you want, what you need and I fully intend on giving it to you; quite possibly before you’re even ready to accept it.”
I stared out the window as we turned onto a small dirt road. Dylan’s words were sinking in, consuming me; making me wetter than a rainstorm on warm summer night. Dylan was every dream I’d ever had coming true.
“Pull over” I said.
“Why?” he asked.
“Just pull the truck over Dylan. Over there, by the railroad tracks.” He gave me a confused look as he drove through the large, open field littered with sunflowers that grew along the old rusty tracks. As soon as the truck came to a halt, I climbed on Dylan’s lap looking straight into his blazing, blue eyes. Cupping his face in my hands, I leaned in and kissed him desperately, my body immediately responding as he pulled me in tighter savoring each lick of our tongues; his minty scent adding to my euphoria. I pulled away trying to catch my breath.
“Don’t fight it Brooke; I feel it too. I know it’s intense, it’s supposed to be. I’ve never loved anybody as much as I love you. My hands ache to touch you, to feel you. When I’m not with you, I feel like the other half of my soul is missing, I want you every minute of every day. I think of no one but you and for the first time in my life; I know this is right.” I kissed him again deep, ravaging, my mouth hungry seeking reassurance in his kiss. I couldn’t get enough of Dylan Prescott, my lover, friend; fixer of everything.
I crawled over the large, leather console into the back of the truck cab, Dylan followed behind me. I felt his hands on my hips as I remained on all fours, his hands slowly moving lower cupping my ass. I threw my head back savoring the magic of his touch, as he worked his way up my body. Reaching under my sweatshirt he pulled it up over my head pinching and rolling my already hard nipples, sending sinful, pleasing messages to my pussy. I moaned as he kept one hand on my right breast while sliding his other hand through my waist band until he reached my naked mound and slid his fingers in me. His breath hitched as he began moving his fingers back and forth, bringing me close to the edge and the stopped.
“No” I cried out. After being deprived of my orgasm this morning I needed to release what had been building inside. Dylan laughed; his voice raspy like sand paper.
“No coming for you yet princess, but I promise it’ll be worth the wait, now lie on your back. I fell back laying on the soft, black bench seat as Dylan Removed the rest of my clothing.
“I want to try
something new baby. It will be intense and you’ll tell me to stop but I won’t. I’m not gonna be gentle but I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me Brooke?” I paused imagining all of the hot, dirty, nasty things he was going to do to me.
“Brooke?” he asked in a stern tone.
“What? I mean, oh…yes, Dylan I trust you.”
“Good” he said as he smiled. “Now choose a safe word.”
“What?” I said as I sat straight up.
“You said you trust me Brooke” he said with his eye brow raised.
“I do, but you’re talking about…”
“I’m not going to whip you or anything like that princess. You need a safe word just in case what I’m doing gets too intense. I promise I won’t hurt you baby, not ever.”
I licked my lips; anticipation taking me over.
“Fixer, that’s my safe word.”
Dylan chuckled, “okay princess, fixer it is. Now give me your hands.” I held them out giving Dylan total control over my mind, body and soul. He reached down on the floor and produced a red colored bungee cord. He gently wrapped the cord around my wrists, placing a kiss on each one before he took the hooks, attaching them to the oh shit bar. My arms were suspended above my head and I started to get nervous, I had never experienced anything so frightening and excitedly erotic in all of my thirty-four years of life. My body was completely exposed to the man that I was falling deeper for each day. I watched him as he leaned in, taking one nipple in his mouth, nipping, sucking and pinching the other. My body was tingling, begging for his touch, his mouth; his cock.
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