Chapter Fourteen

 

Brook waited by the common room window waiting for Sheryl’s. Minutes later, Sheryl’s car pulled up. Brook grabbed her little purse and made her way to the car. Sheryl watched her as she came up to the car, opened the passenger side, and jumped in. “Hi!”

“Honey, that is a pretty dress! You look great!” Sheryl half smiled, thinking Brook would grab all the guys attention at the club.

Brook wore her white cotton summer dress, the tan wedge sandals and the lingerie she got at the mall. She carried a little white purse that could fit in the palm of a man’s hands. “Thanks! I got everything at the mall the other day.”

“Herongate Mall? I didn’t think you would shop there.”

“Carole and her daughter took me there. It was nice.”

“Oh, Carole is such a doll! You’re all set?”

“Yup!”

Sheryl drove them to the club. From outside, there was no sign of a club at all. Brook started to think this could be another drab place like the bar Deacon had taken her, there wasn’t even a line up to get in. The streets were pretty quiet. They were just on the outskirts of the downtown core close to the lakeshore.

All the shops had closed, only parked cars and trucks lined the streets. No one else in sight. They walked over to the red brick building that used to house a small shoe factory. The building had been converted into office spaces and stores occupied the first floor. “I wished I had gone shopping here.” She muttered under her breath.

“Here we go.” Sheryl pulled open the door that lead them down a staircase towards a set of other doors. She could start to hear the music playing from inside and was beginning to be optimistic about the place. Sheryl pushed on the door and they arrived at the entrance of the club, where the doorman greeted them and checked Brook’s ID. There was a counter for coat check that was being used to collect the $10 cover charge to get in. They paid and the second doorman opened the door for the ladies. Sheryl smiled at him as they waltz into the club.

The placed looked like a wine cellar, with 4-foot-wide stone pillars and arched openings. Brook really liked the décor. They walk through the front area with tall cocktail tables and reached the bar. There was a dance floor on the main level all around the bar and on the mezzanine, which housed the DJ booth and wrapped around the whole club. They ordered their drinks and made their way further in to find Sheryl’s friends.

“Hey!” Sheryl was greeted by her three girlfriends.

“Hey! I brought someone with me. This is Brook. She’s only in town for a few days. So be nice.”

“Hi!” Brook looked at each one of them as they said their names.

They sat down at their booth and tried to talk over the loud music, dancing in their seats. A good song came on and they all got up and made their way to the dance floor. The night was starting out great. Brook was enjoying herself. She had forgotten what it was like to be single and young again. Everywhere Brook went, all eyes were on her, the men and the women, stared as she walked through the bar. It was hard not to, when you wear a white dress to a night club, you glow in their black-light lighting. But Brook was a vision that evening and didn’t care about getting stares. She was used to it.

It was getting to be midnight and the place was getting crowded, with enough room to walk but enough people to keep the place jumping. Brook and Sheryl were standing by the bar sipping on their third drink when Nico spotted them from across the dance floor. He smiled from ear to ear, and walked right up to them, never removing his eyes off them. Sheryl straighten her stance as he came close. “Hi there!” Sheryl shouted.

Nico was in fact, walking up to Brook. “Hello ladies!” He looked a Brook then at Sheryl but his gaze was on Brook. “It’s great to be bumping into you here.” He directed that at Brook.

Sheryl got the message and walked away with a disappointed and angry smirk. “I’ll be at our table.” She touched Brook on the shoulder.

“Okay.” Brook looked at Sheryl.

“You look like an angel!” Nico shouted as the music had gotten even louder.

“Oh, thank you!” Brook gave him a shy smile.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Sure!”

They danced together for several songs and with the group of ladies then joined them. Nico kept buying her drinks and they kept dancing, Brook had allowed him to dance closer and closer to her. He put his hands on her waist, shoulders, as many places as he could without groping her. He danced behind her, wrapped his arm around her and put his hand on her stomach to hold her up against him and they grinded on the dance floor. It was the sort of dancing that usually happened at night clubs but Brook felt uncomfortable. I’m doing this with the wrong guy, she thought. She slowly moved away and made an excuse to go to the washroom. One of Sheryl’s friends went with her. Nico watched her leave the dance floor so as to not lose her.

“So, how do you like The Bear Cave? Cool place, huh?” Sheryl’s friend, Mandy started up while standing in line for the washroom with Brook.

“It’s pretty cool. I mean, I didn’t expect Evansville to have a club like this.”

“You can say that again. When this place opened up, practically every gal in town stopped going any place else. Great music, nice and clean. And where the girls go, the men follow!”

“So true,” said Brook.

“That guy you’re dancing with is CUTE!”

“His name is Nico. He owns the Italian restaurant on main street.”

“Oh, yeah? I’ve seen him around but I didn’t know he owned that place.”

“I think he works in the back.”

“Well, he’s hot hot hot. If you don’t want him, can I have him?” She giggled jokingly.

“You’ll have to wait in line behind Sheryl.”

“That girl has her eye out on practically any hot guy. I love her to death, but she ought to just leave Chester and be done with, you know. Then go out, get another guy, fool around. But that’s just me. Don’t tell her I said that.”

“I won’t. So why doesn’t she want to leave Chester?” After the bar fight, Brook didn’t see the attraction with Chester at all.

“They’ve been together a long time. When they were in high school, Sheryl was having a hard time with her dad. He was a bad drunk, always beating on her. One day, Chester had had enough and fought her dad. I mean a full-on fist fight.”

“I can see that happening.” Brook remembered the fight with Deacon.

“Well, after that night, Sheryl was thrown out of the house. Chester married her and they got a place together. They were 17.”

“Wow.” Brook was at a loss for words. She suddenly felt sorry for Sheryl even though she knew that she was a bit of a schemer.

On their way out of the washroom, Brook was not looking forward to dancing with Nico again. I should be, she thought. He is really hot, she added.

“So, you’re gonna go home with him?”

“Nico? No! In fact, I don’t think I will be staying much longer.”

“Why? The night is still young. I’m practically 10 years older than you and I can’t believe I’ve outlasted you.”

Brook chuckled. “I’m no longer in the mood. I’ve got a lot on my mind. I think, I’m going to head out. Catch a cab or something.”

“Suit yourself.”

“Say by to Sheryl and the others for me.”

“I will.”

As Brook made her way to the doors, Nico watched her, his smiled dropped to a concern look. He made his way through the crowd and met up with her by the doors. “Brook, you’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna head out.”

“No. Stay. I want you to stay.” Nico reached out to hold both her hands.

“I had a really nice time with you, Nico, but I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“You sure? We don’t have to dance. We can sit a talk. Or go someplace else.” Nico knew this was his last chance.

“I don’t think so. You know, I am leaving in a couple of days.”

Nico, still trying to be convincing “So? Rarely do we get a chance at love. Who knows where tonight might take us.”

Brook wasn’t sure what he meant but she was going to head back the motel, alone.

“Listen, I’m going now.” She leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheeks.

Nico, persisted “How about I walk you home?”

“It’s pretty far. And I barely know you.”

“Okay. Okay. How about, I walk you to main street. I am going to my restaurant anyway. And I will leave you there. That way, you won’t think I am a creepy guy. Which I am not, by the way. Sound good?”

“Okay, Nico.” She smiled and they made their way up the stairs.

Nico had done what he said he would. He walked her all the way to main street and they stopped in front of his restaurant. “It’s closed.” Brook said.

“I know, I leave my car parked here, so I don’t drive home drunk right away. Plus, I left my cell phone in the office.” He smiled.

She smiled back. “You’re a good guy, Nico. Have a good night.”

“You have a wonderful night.” He put his hands on her shoulders, pulled her close and gently kissed her on both cheeks. “I hope you let me take you out again before you go.”

“I’ll know where to find you.” Brook wanted to say something that would not lead him on.

“Okay, then. Here, take my umbrella. It’s raining a little bit now but it might get worse. I don’t want your pretty dress to get wet.” He handed her the small fold out umbrella he got from his glove compartment. He gave it to her in hopes she would return it to him.

“Thanks, Nico. Bye!”

“Bye!”

She started walking and he watched a little then went inside his restaurant.

 

***

 

Brook had another forty-five-minute walk ahead of her, which will more likely be an hour and a half on account of her shoes. She was wearing those wedge sandals, which weren’t the most comfortable. Her feet were sore from the cheap plastic straps on the back. She looked around, the streets were empty, it looked like a ghost town. No cab in sight either. She contemplated taking them off but the rain just got heavier.

She had reached the church at the big intersection, only three blocks from Sam’s Diner. She glanced over at what she could barely make out to be Deacon’s shop and stood there, missing him, staring at the sign that had his name emblazoned on it. The light was still on but she wasn’t sure if anyone would be inside. It was close to two thirty in the morning. Maybe they left the light on by mistake, she thought.

As she stood there, contemplating her shoes, Deacon, Nico, the car, it had stared to downpour. Heavy clouds suddenly filled the sky and thunder roared announcing the coming of the storm. The wind had picked up and Brook grabbed hold of the umbrella with both hands trying to keep her hair from getting wet. It was no use. The raindrops were the size of quarters and the big gust of wind swooped under the umbrella and flipped it back. She turned against the wind to get the umbrella to flip back, and turned again at the mercy of the strong winds blowing in all directions.

The umbrella flew out of her hands as she tried to get it back above her head. It was no use. And it was starting to be unsafe for her to stay outside, the wind was so strong. She started running and stopped under any awning and door niches that was in between her and the diner. Maybe Sam is there, she hopped. The diner was empty, with the lights out. Without a second thought, as the winds started to pick up again, she ran over to the auto shop and knocked on the door. Maybe Joey is there, she was scared and desperate for anyone to be around.

Inside, Deacon had been working at keeping his mind busy. He poured himself into his work rather than talk to anyone. He liked being alone with the machines. Feeling alone and sad, Deacon didn’t quite know what to do with himself and hasn’t for the past few days without seeing Brook. He heard the thunder and knew the storm that Sam was talking about was coming. He didn’t care. He was going to be working in his shop the entire night. No point in being at home, he thought. The knock on the door made him jump and wasn’t sure if he had heard right. Walking over slowly, he opened it and there she stood, completely soaked. “Brook? Get in here!”

“Hi.” Relieved, happy and cold, Brook quickly ran into the shop.

“What are you doing out in the rain like that?” Deacon wiping his hands on a dirty shop towel.

“Oh, you know, I thought I would take a walk.”

Deacon smiled. “Good thinkin’! Here, let me get you something to dry yourself up.” Deacon kept a gym bag in his office that he used on occasion. It had a small hand towel in it, which he quickly grabbed, took a whiff to make sure it hadn’t been used, and came back to Brook. “Here, it’s all I have.”

“Thanks.” She gladly took the towel and started wiping her face, arms, neck, and chest.

“I went out with Sheryl.”

“Oh yeah?”

“She took me to The Bear Cave?” She looked over at Deacon to see any reaction from him. There was none. “Then I decided to walk home. Boy am I glad to see you!” She meant it in several ways.

“So am I.” He said with a sad soft tone.

Brook began to rub the towel on her head and started drying her hair. She took a step closer. “I’m surprised you’re here. This place is a ghost town at 2 A.M.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes I like working at night. No one coming in and out of the shop. Less distractions, you know.” He was trying to sound at ease trying to make it seem like he was fine.

“Oh.”

“I’m working on your car actually. That engine is coming tomorrow. I wanted to make sure I was ready.”

She didn’t take her eyes off him. And didn’t care much about her car at that moment. Looking into his light brown eyes, that she had been missing, she could sense that he was a little sad. “Deacon, I am sorry for yelling at you the other night.”

Deacon was leaning over the opened hood of Brook’s car and quickly jumped in “No, I’m sorry. I should have controlled my temper. And I made you scared. I shouldn’t have taken you to that bar in the first place. I didn’t want you to see me like that.” He stopped when he realized he was babbling.

“No. It was unfair of me to ask you to react any other way. That was your way. And…although it scared me, it wasn’t that bad. That guy was grabbing me and I couldn’t get away…I should have accepted you in every way. I reacted like a spoiled brat, instead of yelling at you, I should have thanked you. And I am sorry.”

“Really?”

“You accept the fact that I get violent?”

She paused for a moment “I accept the fact that you would fight for me. So, thank you.” She smiled at him.

“I had a great time ridding with you that day. I’m sorry that messed it all up.” He looked up and smiled back. His eyes were piercing and the stubbles on his face made him looked a little rugged. The man is sexy, she thought.

She was standing in the middle of an open space and started to take a step forward where the space narrowed, on one side was the hoist and on the other side, the tire machine. “I—"

Deacon quickly stood up and put his hand out. “Um…”

“What?” She froze.

“Nothing. It’s just that, I don’t want you to get your dress dirty. I mean, you are in an auto shop wearing a white dress. That’s like, what’s that saying…a bull in a china shop. Only the opposite.” He chuckled.

She chuckled as well, remembering what she had on. The skirt of her dress swayed and was inches away from scrapping the tire machine. She remained standing there. Keeping her eyes on him. The white dress, was a slightly see-through from being wet and clung to her breast and torso, leaving very little to the imagination. Her hair had dried out slightly as though she had come out of the shower ten minutes ago, wet but not completely. He lips were a plump light pink from the worn-out lipstick she put on earlier. Her sexy long legs stood strong in those sandals, her toned muscles giving them definition in the dimly lighted garage.

“Why do you keep looking away from me?” She noticed he kept diverting his eyes elsewhere.

“I don’t know. Many reasons.”

“Like what?” She asked in a friendly tone.

Deacon took a breath, “I really liked spending time with you Brook. It’s going to be hard when you leave. I’m going to miss you.” As he said the last part, he looked directly into her beautiful eyes.

“Really?” She smiled. It was the most beautiful smile. “I feel the same way.”

He couldn’t tear his eyes away, now. “I know you are leaving, that we come from different worlds, and that there is no way you would want to stay here, but when I am with you, like I am standing in front of you right now, none of that matters.” His face was serious as though he was afraid to lose her and knew the time would come.

She took a breath. The sweet words flew out of his mouth filling her with love and excitement. He looked even more attractive then. “I feel the same way.”

Deacon dropped his head. Over the past couple of days, all he needed was to hear her say that. “Can we enjoy this moment?”

“What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow will come and go, but I don’t care about tomorrow. Right now, all I care about is you.” She shook her head as though confessing a secret.

“You don’t think that’s a bit irresponsible? You are leaving, Brook. It’s easier for you because you will be going to another place and you will be thinking of new things. But I will still be here. Missing you.”

“Well then I guess you have to decide. Do you want to let those differences matter? Because you just said, they didn’t.”

She took a few steps closer.

“They don’t matter. No matter how hard I try to keep my head on straight. They don’t matter. All I want to do is kiss you right now.” He looked down, and softly punched the car.

She gathered her dress all the way up to her torso, to make sure it wouldn’t touch anything. Even, though she didn’t care much for the dress, she had a closet full of $500 dresses at home, she did that for him.

“What are you doing to me?” Deacon’s eyes were glued to her now revealed naked legs.

Deacon, shock his head and put both his hands on this head finding it hard to control himself. “You’re killing me, right now.”

She walked up close to him. His hands, although he had cleaned them before grabbing her the towel, were still blackened with grease stains. He fought with all his might not to touch her at that moment. “Brook.”

“Yes.” She found his eyes and tried to keep him in contact with hers. She leaned her head in to kiss him, leaving space between their bodies so as to prevent his shirt from touching her dress, being sure to respect his concern over her silly white dress. Their lips touch gently, with a bit of wetness from the rain. Their tongues delighted in each other’s presence and indulged themselves further into a long restless kiss.

“You don’t know what you are doing to me. I should get in my car and drive off and never look back.” Knowing this would be the point of no return for them.

“That would be kinda hard.” He smiled and pointed to the hood of the car that had no engine in it.

She let out a small laugh keeping focus on his sexy face.

“Last chance. Does it matter, right now?”

“Right now, it is taking every ounce of my will power not to throw you on the hood of that car and kiss you.” Thunder roared outside.

She looked at him with a sexy gaze, stepped back and pulled her dress up even higher. Deacon’s jaw drops as he fondled her long legs with is eyes. She slowly moved her long legs one in front of the other around him, towards the back of the shop, with each step shifting her hips ever so slightly. He turned his body to follow his eyes, which were locked onto the bottom of that dress, that had revealed her laced panties and part of her gorgeous ass. His face turned serious as he watched and knew he could no longer resist.

She pursued to climb up the metal steps to the mezzanine simply for the purpose of showing him what was underneath her dress. He watched as the dimly lighted room revealed her small tight ass to him leaving a perfect mental picture that was slowly being engraved into his head. Oh, my god, he thought. She managed to climb up the narrow steps with one hand still holding onto the skirt of her dress. She looked down and said “you comin’?” And walked out of sight into the caged mezzanine filled with tires.

Deacon with a big grin on his face thought quickly on his feet, I’ve got no condoms, shit! Franky was a player and always had the ladies chasing him. He would surely have something in his locker. He quickly opened up Franky’s locker and found a box of condoms. Thank you, Franky! He thought to himself. He took one out and made his way to Brook, who was standing in between piles of stacked tires.

She moved closer to kiss him. He still hesitated. “I don’t want to dirty your dress and then you get mad at me…” Deacon kept his hands up in the air, away from her dress. She stopped kissing him, untied the front of her dress just a little, revealing her plump breast sitting inside the sexy white laced push up bra she had bought at the mall. He let out a breath. The sound of the rain hitting the metal tops of the cars parked outside got louder. Complete silence in the empty garage, only the sound of their slow breathes.

She took his hand and placed it on her breast. He started to rub her breast gently as they threw themselves back into the never-ending kiss. “I give you permission to burn this dress.” She let out a deep breath. He let out small laugh, and met her lips once again. He put his hand on her beautiful face and cupped her cheek as he kissed her. She let go of the bottom of her dress, moved her hands onto his chest, rubbing the hard and muscular body that made her ache for more, ever since the skinny dip. Black marks were beginning to cover her white dress as his hands embraced her gorgeously firm young body.

His hands reached down, under her dress and up her thighs moving slowly toward her warm and wet snatch, he could not resist the lace panties and wanted more. This was moving much faster than they had wanted but the lust they felt underneath their clothes had pushed them into submission to one another. His hand tugged the top of her dress to feel her nipple, a part of her that had been yearning to be touched by him every time they were alone. She arched her back and tilted her head back hitting the tire behind her, her body was screamed for his touch.

She gripped his shirt and moved her hands around his chest, stopping at a small hole, she put her fingers through and pulled hard, ripping his shirt open so she could touch his skin. A strong gust of wind swooped in, blowing the raindrops sideways. It was just the two of them and the storm that night.

The perfect manly torso turned her on even more as she went on to kiss his neck. He pulled apart the arms of his jumper that was wrapped around his waist, allowing it to drop to the metal meshed floor of the mezzanine. She moved her hands to his shaft and softly rubbed his hard body with reserved excitement making him throb for more. He let out another deep breath feeling his erection being satisfied by her sweet touch. His mouth on her naked chest, moving around, kissing her neck and shoulders gently feeling the softness of her damped skin giving him pleasure all over. His fingers slightly stroking her bare butt cheek, so perfectly display to him earlier, that had made him hard as he stood there talking to her.

He tugged on her top even more to allow her perky large breast to be completely revealed in the darkness of the mezzanine, catching only a glimpse of light from the hood of the car below. Her hands moved into his underwear following the rock-hard erection to the tip and back down the shaft, making him gasp for more air, breathing in with excitement.

He pulled down the bra strap that held up the other breast and scooped up her firm and sexy c-cups squeezing them slowly in his manly bear grip. She arched her back again in delight and satisfaction, wanting more. He took her nipple into his mouth, tickling it with is soft wet tongue, making her shiver from head to toe, her sex throbbing with excitement. Her excited body turned him on. He moved up to her neck as she tilted her head back in submission to his electrifying touch, pushing against the rubber tires behind her once again.

She flicked her head to the side moving her hair out of her face as he moved up to meet her lips and stopped, both panting, taking in deep breaths and releasing their warm breaths into each other, mouths open, lips milometers apart, her semi-wet hair flickering the light that shown on their faces.

They felt each other’s warm pulsating bodies in that moment, her, wet with excitement ready to receive him inside her, him, pulsating with anticipation for her warm wet lips that laid inside her laced panties. They kissed, tongues twirling around in fury, she pulled down his briefs, revealing his hard cock perfectly erect for her inner pleasure. She pulled down her panties, she wiggled her hips to let them fall to the floor, hands running down his back as he kissed her neck.

His firm fingers moved up her thighs, giving her shivers, passed her aching peach, nearly reaching her ass, he scooped up her leg, she jumps up onto his hips, pushing her wedged sandals against the tires behind him, legs bent and spread out for his pleasure. She returned to his lips as his hard cock rubbed against her thigh making its way to wet pulsating folds of her inner most beauty.

He slowly pushed his body forward, holding his breath as he entered her soft wet body, stretching her to the max. Satisfaction pushed her to gasps as she took in a deep excited breath, she pushed back receiving him deeper inside her, hands firmly gripped his broad shoulders. He pushed again as she ached for more. Again. Her grip on his shoulders got tighter. Again. He curled his neck down to tease her nipple as he unleashed himself onto her, thrusting, panting, she let out a moan that shock his entire body. Tires pounded against the metal cage of the mezzanine, faster and louder.

She pushed back, gripping the back of his neck with one hand, and with the other holding onto the edge of a tire behind her lower back, which allowed her long legs to bend freely, thrusting her ass forward onto him, receiving him, the hard and sexy beast of a man that she wanted so badly. They looked into each other’s eyes, mouth opened, lips millimetres apart, panting, thrusting, feeling the warm ecstasy that was between them. His muscular arms holding her up with ease, hand cupping her ass pulling her into him. With every release of breath, she took in a small breath of air. Her panting built up, faster and faster, letting out angelic moans allowing him to know she was being satisfied in every way.

As their bodies moved in and out, vagina gripping his cock and letting it slide in and out, faster and harder, his powerful thrust bounced her beautiful bare breast in the air. The sound of thunder roared from outside, the loud pang of the rain on the metal cars, the mighty wind rattled the anything that was loose outside, as they pushed into each other faster and harder, releasing their uncontrollable desire for each another, letting out soft screams of complete satisfaction. He grunted more and more and he reaches peak of their encounter. “OH!” She screamed a high-pitched sound completely receiving him deeply inside, gripping him with her legs, holding their moment of ecstasy as they gasped for air, kissing each other with love. He moved in an out slowly, her vagina still pulsating around him. They tried to catch their breaths, and they leaned in for another long kiss.