Chapter 7

Mark

Brooke bending down. That was my first thought upon waking. Brooke, on her walkway, bending over nice and slow so we could get a good view of that pert little ass of hers, along with the lace edges of her panties. Fuck, I was hard already. Not to mention that my head was throbbing too. There was only one thing to do when I had both a raging hangover and a raging boner.

Last night she was unbearable. Unbearably hot, teasing, blasé. The way she danced, the way she looked at me, with lowered lids. As if I could just grab her by the hips and take her there on the bar, right in front of everyone.

I grabbed my throbbing dick. Time to get Brooke out of my system. Closing my eyes, I imagined her, spread-legged on the bar counter, both of us downing a shot before I plastered my lips on hers. It would be quick, me yanking down her panties, shoving myself into her. Oh fuck, yeah. It would be quick and hot as fuck. Crazy-hot. That wet cunt, those parted pouty lips of hers, my vibrating dick. Oh, oh yes.

“Fuck,” I groaned, as I came into a wad of Kleenex.

I exhaled a big sigh, sinking back into my pillows and tossing the Kleenex aside. That should get Brooke out of my mind for a while. I closed my eyes in relief.

Just then, my phone rang. For a second, I considered just letting it ring, and ignoring the stupid thing. But then I remembered I had signed up to be on-call for surgical emergencies—car accidents involving kids and all that. So, grumbling, I picked up the phone.

“Morning sunshine, how’d you sleep?” Jake’s chipper tone said.

“Shitty,” I grumbled back.

It was true. I couldn’t get the image of Brooke—first dancing, and then bending over—out of my head.

“So shitty that you wouldn’t want to do it again tonight? Same place, different time, a bit later?”

I squirmed myself into a more upright position. A day in my bed morning to night sounded good right about now, but I knew from experience that it would only result in me feeling even worse the tomorrow. Besides, maybe I could get Brooke out of my system even more with one of those hot club rats I’d seen eyeing me last night.

“Alright, I’m game,” I said.

“Cool,” Jake said, “I’ll call Brooke and invite her too.”

And before I could make a scornful joke, he’d hung up. I moved so that I was sitting up completely, so I could think. Yeah, as if these last few days and last night hadn’t been indication enough, Jake and I were definitely in competition.

Sure, the other day Jake made that big old speech about brotherly love. But when it came down to it, we were still both going after Brooke. And me? I’d already past the point where I’d been dismissing the idea due to work concerns. Even today, a part of me had known I’d been bullshitting about taking refuge in another woman tonight. No, for the past few days, the realization had been growing like a cancer. I couldn’t have just any woman—I had to have Brooke.

The rest of the day was spent waiting. Making a half-assed bread and butter sandwich thing. Ignoring the barrage of texts from various girls that had managed to get my number. Until, finally, it was time.

I took a cab there and arrived just as Brooke did.

“You look nice,” she purred, her eyes settling on my purple shirt approvingly.

I held back my shit-eating smile. Girls always loved the purple shirt.

For her part, Brooke looked hot as fuck. This time she’d chosen a red leather dress that looked so tight it could have been painted on. It shoved her cleavage into an alluring line I had to be careful not to stare at.

“Jake’s not here, should we wait?” Brooke asked, as we lingered by the door.

I shook my head.

“Nah, he’d want us to come in and get the party started for when he arrived.”

“Okay,” Brooke said gaily, unaware that I’d just lied through my teeth.

As we strode through the door, I took her arm.

Although Jake sure wouldn’t like it, he would understand. All’s fair in love and war.

Today Natalia wasn’t working, so I was stuck ordering drinks the old-fashioned way—full-price. Although, once I’d returned to our booth, Brooke already had three full drinks in front of her.

“You glutton you,” I joked, as I sat down and draped my arm around her.

She grinned.

“Actually, it was that man over there.”

I turned to see Jake at a high-up table further into the bar.

“He wanted me to ditch the booth, but I like booths.”

After some gesturing, Jake came over. His gaze stopped on my arm around Brooke.

“A booth, really?” he said, casting us a sardonic look.

“A bar table, really?” I shot back.

He wavered at the edge of the table for a second, then, frowning, took a seat across from us.

“Generous of you to help get us started,” I said, indicating the drinks in front of us, and sliding one this way.

“Yep,” Jake replied, not touching it.

“Brooke looks really hot, doesn’t she?” I continued, patting her shoulder with the hand I had casually draped there.

Jake’s gaze shot to her eyes.

“You look beautiful,” he said, simply.

Brooke giggled.

“Thanks. You look quite handsome yourself.”

And he did. Jake was wearing a dress shirt I’d never seen him wear before, with his Diesel luxury jeans he saved for special occasions. Yep, the fucker was giving it his all—just like I was.

Jake still looked all pissy. Could he see that under the table, my leg was right beside Brooke’s?

When Brooke lifted her purple-blue drink to her lips, I took her straw and slipped it in between my own.

“Mark!” Brooke squealed, as I drank the yummy goodness.

Playfully, she slapped my chest. I grabbed her hand.

“Careful,” I warned her.

“Or what?” she challenged me.

Our gazes locked. Under the table, I slid my hand to her thigh, and squeezed. Fuck, did I ever want to show her just what.

I placed the straw between her lips as, under the table, I caressed her thigh. It was so soft, yet firm and giving. If just her thighs felt this good, then how good did her breasts feel?

“What’s the matter?” Brooke asked.

I followed her gaze to Jake, who looked like he’d been kicked in the balls or something.

“Yeah man, you don’t look so good,” I said.

Jake lifted his stubbly chin and opened his lips, as if he was considering saying something. Then he closed them, with a shake of his head.

“I’m just tired.”

He rose.

“I’m going to go. See ya guys.”

And then he left before either of us could say a word against it. Brooke’s hurt hazel gaze sought out mine.

“Should we go after him?”

I stroked her leg up a little higher.

“I don’t know—should we?”

Brooke’s lips parted, then she gave a noncommittal shake of her head.

“Besides,” I said, sliding Jake’s drink in front of her, “This way there’s more for us.”

I brought the straw up to her lips and she sucked, all the while her fuck-me gaze was boring into mine. Oh fuck, was that how she would look when she was sucking my—

Without a word, Brooke moved the straw that had been in between her lips to mine. I sucked just as eagerly, my hand grasping at her firm flesh. Under the table, her hand found my leg and I coughed, practically spilling the drink.

“You okay?” Brooke asked, a picture of innocence.

Drawing away a bit, I nodded. Now I had an uncomfortably raging boner pressed against my leg. I looked around. The place was busy, packed with a few patients and D-lister’s I vaguely knew. Grabbing Brooke and making out with her here wasn’t a great plan.

“Should we dance?” Brooke asked.

I nodded, rising with a grateful exhale, thankful for the distraction.

Although on the dance floor, things just got worse. Brooke started shaking those hips again, back and forth, back and forth. They were like a hypnotist’s pendant, mesmerizing me. I finally had no choice but to grab them and press them against me. Now my boner was even more raging, and digging in between her generous ass cheeks. Together like this, we swayed, back and forth, both of us clasping and digging ourselves deeper against each other. Fuck, it felt good, so fucking good. I put my hands on her hips to guide her along to my beat, slower now. I could hardly take this as it was. But my hands didn’t listen to me, and ran up and down her sides, up over her head and down onto her tits. When they squeezed and I felt just how firm and fleshy those tits of hers were, I groaned.

“Want to get a cab?” I asked, backing away.

Brooke looked disappointed, but at the mention of a cab, her face brightened.

“Okay,” she said.

It was only as we left the bar, hand in hand, that it occurred to me I’d never mentioned where we were going.

Inside the cab, the dance continued. My hand snaked down her shoulder to her breast again. Even over her dress like this, the feeling was exquisite. In the dark backseat, our lips found each other.

“Where to?” the driver asked, an irritated male voice.

Brooke and I exchanged a look.

“My place,” she said.

Seeing my dopey grin, she wagged a finger in my face.

“I never said you were going there.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, and kissed that cocky smile off her face.

Because really, we both knew she was full of shit. I took that wagging finger and used it to part the seam of her lips. Then I dropped it, and put my lips where her finger had been. Yes, Brooke wanted me just as much as I wanted her. It was obvious as our hands ran over each other, as our bodies shuddered together with barely restrained want.

My tongue played and batted with hers, our heads bobbing back and forth. Fuck, she tasted so good, like some sort of cherry cake. I was so hard I could hardly control myself. My hands went for her dress strap, sweeping it aside.

“You’re here.”

The driver’s voice was curt, still clearly annoyed.

I glanced at the meter, tossed him a twenty and climbed out. I helped Brooke out, clasping her hand. As soon as she was on the curb beside me, my hand snaked down to her ass.

“Don’t go getting any thoughts,” she joked, “I don’t recall inviting you.”

“Looks like I’ll have to take matters into my own hands then,” I said, sweeping her up into my arms. As she squealed and laughed, I carried her into the building, through the clear glass doors, and onto the boxy elevator.

Once the metal doors had closed and she’d pressed the ‘26’ button for her floor, I shoved her to her knees and quickly unbuckled and unzipped my pants, releasing my hard cock that had been waiting for her all evening.

“Suck it,” I said.

Brooke wasted no time gulping it down.

As the elevator floor light dinged from ‘10’ to ‘11’ to ‘12,’ she twirled her tongue skillfully around my dick. She moved her mouth and tongue together in a perfection I hadn’t even imagined.

When the elevator chime signaled our arrival on the 26th floor, we scrambled apart. Groaning, I tucked myself back in my pants and took her hand. Out in the hallway, I cupped her face in my hand and hissed in her ear: “Don’t give me that look. I’ve hardly gotten started.”