Promiscuous (Book 2 in the Fixer Series)

by Raynes, Alyson

  “Ah god Dylan, please?” I moaned.

  “Not yet baby, soon; I promise. You have no idea how beautiful you look; how much I want you.”

  Looking up through his dark lashes I could see something in his eyes. Lust maybe; but I knew it was more than that, it was love. My heart pounded faster, my need for him growing and I was utterly scared shitless.

  “Please Dylan,” I begged, “I can’t stay like this much longer.”

  “Do your arms hurt princess?”

  “No, I just need…I need you, please.”

  “Just one more thing Brooke and then I’ll take care of you.”

  “Hurry, I need to, oh god, I can’t stand this.”

  “Do you need to use your safe word Brooke?”

  “No. Just hurry.” His hand rubbed my mound adding fuel to the fire already burning inside of me.

  “Close your eyes princess, this is going to heighten your senses even more. Remember to use your safe word if it gets too intense for you.” I nodded as I whispered “yes”. I closed my eyes and felt something covering them and I realized I was being blind folded. I started to panic not being able to see, feeling totally exposed; just me, Dylan and the open field. Then I heard the crisp sound of his zipper and felt his hardness against my lips.

  “Open your mouth princess.” I did, I felt a calmness come over me as I continued tease, suck and let his scent consume me. Dylan was on the edge, I could feel him hardening on my tongue, his breaths coming faster and faster as I feathered light kisses around his swollen head. He pulled away for what seemed like minutes but were actually seconds. I needed him, wanted him more than my next breath. Then I felt my legs being raised and something wet against my…

  “Dylan! No!” I screamed.

  “Trust me Brooke, I won’t hurt you. I love you.”

  “I’ve never…”

  “You’ve never what princess? Done anal play before?”

  “No” I whispered.

  “Well then, we’ll take it slow; I won’t use anything but my pinky for now, but someday I would really love it if you would give me the gift of having this.”

  “I don’t know, I’m scared Dylan.”

  “Shh princess, remember; trust me and use your safe word if you need to.”

  “Okay” I said softly. Then he lifted my thighs higher and slammed into me, hard. He pulled out and slammed into me hard again, rubbing that delicious spot deep inside me before he moved slow and teasingly with each deep stroke.

  “Dylan” I moaned as I felt the invasion in my deepest, darkest place. I was like putty in his hands, so relaxed that it only added to the exquisite feeling with each stroke of pleasure. My body shook as I came hard calling his name, clinging to him as he followed in bliss with me.

  “I love you so much Brooke; it hurts. You are mine; forever.”

  “Ditto” I said trying to keep my emotions at bay. If I said anymore, I would melt into heaping puddle of tears. My wrists were freed, my blind fold removed. The light blue handkerchief that he used for blind folding had the initials DMP embroidered on it.

  “What does the M stand for?” I asked pointing at the light blue fabric. Dylan pulled me into his lap, caressing my hair, arms and kissing behind my ear and neck. He whispered in my ear, “Matthew.”

  “Dylan Matthew Prescott, I like that” I said.

  “What’s yours Brooke?” I’m sure he already knew since he had information available at his fingertips.

  “Brooke Elizabeth,” I replied.

  “Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, it’ll be even more beautiful when your last name is Prescott.” I ran my fingers down his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble; I loved the rugged look on my man. I looked deep into his soulful blue eyes, falling deeper in love with him. I didn’t think I could live without him now that I had him and although, I had doubts and reservations about our relationship, one thing was clear; we needed each other for our own survival. I kissed him softly, slowly feeling our lips meld together. I wanted, needed to let him feel how much I loved him, words were not enough. We were interrupted by a car honking as it drove by on the nearby dirt road. We both laughed, like two teenagers getting caught doing something they shouldn’t be, dressed and headed back to the road.

  The animal shelter that housed Ziggy was about a two mile drive. It was an old farm house that had been converted into a shelter. Chain link fence surrounded the property and separated the kennels from one another. I hated animal shelters for the simple fact I couldn’t take every animal home with me. The sooner we got to Ziggy the better. A sweet, young girl named Lauren greeted us at the reception desk. As I spoke her focused gaze remained on Dylan. I laughed to myself thinking, oh little girl he would be too much for you to handle. Dylan always knew exactly how to handle the girls. He had a way of giving them the attention they so desired, making them feel special but making it clear who his number one was; me. He pulled me closer to him, letting his hand rest just above my butt and kissed me softly. Dylan was always reassuring his love for me.

  Ziggy greeted me with a nice, wet kiss. He was huge, almost half my size and he was still technically a puppy. He immediately gave Dylan the sniff down before deciding that he was okay and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek. Dylan laughed, “yuck” he said as he wiped doggie slobber off his face.

  “I love dogs but this isn’t a dog Brooke. It’s a damn horse!” I couldn’t contain my laughter; I laughed so hard tears started flowing. The look on Dylan’s face was a cross between excitement of a five year old little boy seeing his puppy for the first time and horror. I could only imagine what was going through his head. I’m sure he was concerned with how Ziggy might destroy his house or the massive amounts of shits the dog would take; yes, Dylan was in for quite a surprise.

  CHAPTER 6

  It had been a long, busy week taking care of Ziggy and getting Stephanie situated back at home. Dylan had survived the possessiveness of a giant St. Bernard sleeping in bed with me. I stuck to my guns and slept in the guest room that was now mine, which didn’t make Dylan happy. Every night I would feel him slide into bed next to me, curling his hard, warm body around me. Despite being guarded by a massive dog, Dylan made me feel safe. My nightmares were happening less often and I attributed that to the man that held me every night.

  Tristan had been a life saver going over and staying with Stephanie, we saw even less of him once she returned home. I had a feeling that he was falling for her but knowing Steph, tattoos and muscles weren’t her thing. My mother seemed distant when I came to check on them the night before. I knew something was up but since I was still angry from the conversation we’d had when my sister’s attack had happened, I didn’t ask. I had a feeling that my mom’s behavior had something to do with my father. And, speaking of Thomas, my so called father, I wanted nothing to do with him ever again. I never wished ill will on people but his actions and words over my lifetime made me wish nothing but the worst death possible for him. I knew it was wrong to feel that way, growing up in the church had taught me that, but that’s how I felt.

  ***

  Returning to work was both refreshing and frightening. The highlight of my morning had been driving my M6 for the first time and jamming out to Pink’s Fucking Perfect on my kick ass Bose system. I wasn’t sure what to expect after missing a total of three weeks. Dylan of course, told me not to worry and I had no reason not to trust him, after all, he practically owned the company; well…at least his family did. It still didn’t allow for a leave of absence of that time span being acceptable. I was nervous, how would people in my department perceive me now that they knew Dylan was my new man cub? Would I still be a respected member of the team and why in the hell did I even care what these people thought?

  My desk was exactly as I had left it, immaculate. The picture of Stefan remained in the same, lonely corner where I had originally placed it. I sat, switching on my computer as my thoughts immediately drifted to Dylan. I missed him; his touch, his lips and t
hen I remembered the first time he had kissed me in the stairwell, my body instantly reacting to the thought. At the time we were both in complicated relationships denying our feelings for one another, or should I say I was denying my feelings for him. I wished he we were here with me now, but he had made it clear that he wouldn’t be coming back until things were under control with Stefan and Stephanie’s attacker. Feeling awkward and alone I went to the bathroom and sent Dylan a text. I needed to keep our relationship private, despite all of the added extra security on my floor.

  D-

  Missing you. The place isn’t the same without you here.

  Love,

  Your Princess

  It didn’t take long for him to reply and I was glad because I feeling awkward and alone.

  Princess,

  You should still be lying next to me in bed. You know how much I love running my fingers up and down your beautiful body.

  Love You More,

  D (Your Cowboy)

  Tears pricked my eyes, he was right and being away from him was killing me. I would have to get over my pre-honeymoon stage with Dylan and get back into swing of the corporate world.

  D-

  I wish I were lying next to you in our bed, your hands exploring me, my mouth on your cock; but someone has to bring home the money in this relationship. ~Winks~

  Love You the Most,

  B

  Princess,

  Don’t tempt me, you never know, I might just make a special appearance and take you in that stairwell after all. By the way, where are you?

  Love You Forever,

  D

  Dylan,

  I’m in the bathroom. Why?

  B

  Brooke,

  LOL. Why are you hiding in the bathroom at work?

  D

  D,

  Because I don’t want to get caught texting on my first day back, I’m just a peon here remember?

  Brooke

  Princess,

  You are so silly sometimes. Why don’t you stop hiding and go back to your desk.

  Love,

  D

  I had been hiding out long enough and walked back to my desk with my head hung low. It hit me as I was walking back that I really didn’t have too many work friends. As I rounded my cubicle, I stood in utter shock. There on my desk was a picture in a beautiful silver frame of me and Dylan that had been taken at Boulder Falls, but what surrounded it took my breath away. Three dozen, pink and red star gazer lilies were arranged in a large, lead crystal vase. They were beautiful and magnificent just like the man who had given them to me. I stepped forward reaching for the card and read:

  For my beautiful princess.

  You are mine and I am yours, always and forever.

  I love you,

  Dylan

  I wiped the tear rolling down my cheek as I smiled. No one had ever sent me flowers before, let alone three dozen of my favorite; my heart painfully ached to be with him in that moment. I turned around and saw David taking in the scene.

  “Wow” he said. “Someone must really like you. Who are they from?”

  “They’re beautiful aren’t they?” I replied. “My boyfriend sent them.”

  “Yes they are and I don’t mean to ruin the mood but I need to see you in my office.”

  “Sure. I’ll be right there.” I knew what was coming. It didn’t matter if I was dating a Prescott or not, the simple fact was, I wasn’t a Prescott and I didn’t get the perks of being one. I walked into David’s large, corner office and took a seat.

  “Welcome back Brooke” he said.

  “Thanks David, it’s good to finally be back.” I let out a deep breath ready for the lecture I knew I was about to get and probably deserved.

  “Is it Brooke? You’ve taken a lot of time off. According to human resources, you’ve used up most of your vacation time. Do you understand how vacation time works around here?”

  “Yes” I replied twisting my hands in my lap nervously.

  “Good. Then maybe you can explain why you think it’s acceptable for you to take three consecutive weeks off but others here cannot.”

  My palms were sweaty, my heart pounding nervously; I needed to choose my words carefully.

  “I’m not sure what you’re asking David. Can you please be a little more specific?”

  “I would like to know why you think you should receive special treatment over the others in this department. Do you think dating the owner’s son makes you exempt from adhering to company policy?” What the hell? I thought. I knew I was in for a lecture but come on. Was this guy jealous of me dating Dylan? Weirdo.

  “No disrespect David, but my personal life doesn’t concern you. Who I choose to date, whether he works in this building or outside of this building is none of your business. Second, I needed time off for personal reasons, none of which I am willing to share with you because that would be inappropriate for me to do so with you. I cleared my absences with HR, I had the time available to me and I took it. If you have issues with that the perhaps you need to work that out with Donna in the HR department.”

  David’s face flushed red, I knew he was pissed but his line of questioning was ridiculous.

  “Well Brooke, I have taken it up with Donna and since you broke company policy by taking your vacation days back to back, I will be writing you up and just so you understand, I don’t care if Dylan is your boyfriend or not, you will not do this again or you will be terminated. Do I make myself clear?”

  I was fuming, who did this fucker think he was?

  “Yes David, do what you have to do.”

  “I don’t really appreciate your tone Brooke.”

  “Well David, I don’t appreciate you prying into my personal life and berating me for needing to take time off, which I had taken the time to go through the proper channels to do so.”

  “If your attitude doesn’t change Ms. Stone, I will also write you up for insubordination.”

  “Like I said David, do whatever you have to do.” I was gritting my teeth, trying to

  restrain my anger. I could understand his dislike to my absences but this was over the line. Any happiness I had felt before I had walked into his office was now washed away in a sea of gloom. Sitting across from David, he slid three pieces of paper toward me, each outlining my offenses against company policy, the least one describing my insubordination to a manager.

  “You need to sign each of these forms Brooke” David said leaning over his desk.

  “What if I disagree and refuse?” I retorted.

  “Well, that’s your right to do so, it doesn’t look good for you but they will just be placed in your personnel file. However, should anything in the future relating to this matter arise, you’ll be immediately terminated.” Pushing the chair the chair back, I stood. “I will not be signing these forms David. Please have them placed in my file.” I turned, walked out and went to work at my desk. My phone vibrated alerting me to a new text. My heart sank; I hadn’t even had a chance to thank him for the beautiful flowers.

  Did you get the flowers?

  D

  Dylan,

  I did, they’re beautiful, thank you.

  B

  Brooke,

  Did I do something wrong?

  Dylan

  God no, you’re perfect Dylan. Do I tell him or just leave it alone? I knew he’d be beyond pissed and that would just make matters worse. I hated lying to him, but…

  No Dylan. I’m fine, just busy being the first day back and all.

  Brooke

  Princess,

  I know you’re lying. You can’t hide shit from me. We’ll be discussing this later when you get home.

  I love you,

  Dylan

  Setting my phone down, I went to work on the reports that David had requested. Time flew by as I busied myself trying not to think about the morning. Glancing at the tiny clock on my computer screen, it read out quarter after twelve. I changed into my running clothes, not having much of a
n appetite and decided on a run in the park instead. Fresh warm air brushed my face, bringing my sense alive. Runners everywhere on the path took in the last bits of warm air before the weather turned hot. Summer was vastly approaching and running was a spring and fall treat; the air not to cold or hot but just perfect.

  Pulling my iPod out of my pocket, I placed the tiny buds in my ears and lost myself to the cool relaxing beats of Moby. I thought about how thankful I was that my sister was still alive, that Stefan was no longer a part of my life and how much I had grown to love Dylan and trust him with my life. I turned to look behind me as I had a sudden uneasy feeling that I was being followed. There was no one there but the feeling I had told me otherwise and I just chalked it up to the extra security that had been assigned to me. Dylan never did tell me that he had placed extra security on my tail but I knew him well enough to know that he would never have let me return to work without it.

  ***

  Traffic through the city sucked, as I made my way through the congested streets. Whoever thought it was a good idea to schedule a baseball game during rush hour, was a fucking idiot. Other drivers reflected my mood; irritated and bitchy. It took me thirty minutes to get home when it normally only took ten. I pulled up the gates and punched in Dylan’s security code. I knew he would be waiting to hear about my first day back, but I didn’t feel like re-hashing the train wreck. For the first time, I had hoped Dylan wasn’t home when I opened the door.

  I walked into the fresh smelling aroma of Italian food filling the air. I dropped my purse on the counter and made my way to my room. Needing to be left alone, I locked the door and drew myself a nice, warm vanilla scented bath. The events of the day took over my thoughts and I felt myself tense re-fueling my anger. Damn it, I thought, I’m supposed to be decompressing not getting angrier. I was mad at myself, for what, I wasn’t sure. Was I angry for trusting Dylan that taking time off was a good choice or the fact that I had allowed myself to be put in dangerous, compromising positions; perhaps both? All I knew was that my thoughts were all over the place and I was one seriously fucked up girl.