“Wait. If you insist on trying to do this, at least let me offer some advice,” Dee Dee said, placing a hand on Brooklyn’s knee. “We need his phone. If we can look through the numbers, we can see if it’s Rhonda that he was talking to. At least then we’ll have a starting point.”
“I can get the phone, but I’ll need to watch him to learn the pass code, first, so we can get into it. That might take some time.”
“Okay. Do that. If you can check it and manage to return it without him knowing, that would be even better. Otherwise, he may be extra careful if he believes he has a reason to be nervous.”
Brooklyn nodded. “Okay. I’ll take pictures of anything I might find, too, in case we need proof.”
“My brother is a lawyer in Arizona. He can give advice on how to handle this situation; but please be careful,” Dee Dee added. “If he had anything to do with Tommy, he’s already proven his career comes before his children. I don’t want anything to happen to you, too. You know you can always come here if you feel you’re in danger, as well. I’ll do my best to protect you.”
“Come to me,” I said, not liking that idea at all. Scott could still do damage to both of them. “If you’re in danger, come to me. He doesn’t know about me and he already doesn’t like Dee Dee. Then he wouldn’t be able to find you.”
Dee Dee nodded. “That might be smart. I just wanted to keep you from getting dragged into this, Six.”
“I’m already in it. Brooklyn is my girlfriend. Anything that concerns her, concerns me.”
“Well, then, if either of you need my help, my door is always open. And if you find proof of anything, bring it to me. I will take it to the police. I’ve already dealt with Scott. There’s no need for you to end up on his bad side.”
“You mean there’s a good side?” Brooklyn replied, giving a slight eye roll.
“There used to be,” Dee Dee said. “Sadly, I’m not sure if any of that man is left. That was the man I fell in love with to begin with.”
Scott must’ve been one hell of a magician, in my opinion. He’d managed to get two beautiful women to fall in love with him without realizing he was a snake in the grass. His publicist was beautiful, too, but apparently she was the serpent lying beside him.
I didn’t want Brooklyn anywhere around any of them.
Chapter Twenty
Brooklyn
“How much longer do you have?” Six asked as we sat together in my car, parked in front of his apartment.
“I told my mom I was going to check on Dee Dee. She knows we like to visit, but I’m supposed to be home by ten o’clock on school nights.”
Six glanced at the clock on my dashboard and sighed. “That’s in forty-five minutes, minus another several minutes for you to drive home. So, not enough time for all the things I want to do with you right now.”
“Then we should quit wasting time, shouldn’t we?” I smiled at him, my eyes dropping to his full lips.
Getting out of the car, he came around and opened the door for me, offering a hand and helping me out. We walked in silence together, hand in hand, as he led me up the stairs and inside.
“Hey! You look a lot more sober. Hi, Brooklyn.” Brandon said when we entered. I wasn’t one bit surprised when Bailey appeared from his bathroom.
“Is everything okay?” Bailey asked, coming closer. “Brandon said something was wrong.”
“We’ll fill you in later,” Six replied, continuing to move toward his room. “We have limited time at the moment.”
“Things will be fine,” I said as we passed, flashing a smile. She raised her eyebrows knowingly.
Surprisingly, I didn’t care. I just wanted to be with Six right now; and I didn’t care who knew or heard. He’d become my rock, today . . . the only stable thing I had in this whole mess.
Closing the door behind us, Six dragged me to him, dropping his lips to mine, kissing me briefly, and then lifting his head. “I’m sorry for being the bearer of bad news, earlier. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I simply want you to kiss me until I forget everything but being with you.”
Concern passed through his eyes as he stared at me for a couple seconds longer. He opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something, but then he changed his mind; instead, he glanced toward the clock on his nightstand.
“Don’t,” I said, turning his face back toward mine. “Forget about the time and focus on me. I want to be with you.”
“I want that, too.”
“Then kiss me.” I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it off, dropping it in a puddle on the floor. “It’s time to satisfy the monster you’ve created.”
Finally, a smile creased his lips and his features relaxed a bit. “I could never think of you as a monster.” Reaching behind me, he unhooked my bra, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. I took a step backward, toward the bed as he fondled my bare breasts, the feel of his warm skin on them causing heat to flood straight to my core. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve told you that, right?”
“On a few occasions.”
“I could spend the rest of my life staring at you and never get tired of it.”
More heat coursed through me at his words. I loved when he spoke about a future between us. “I like the sound of that.”
I knew one thing for sure, Six held my heart in his hands. I was in love with him. If I lost him, I couldn’t imagine myself with any other person. I’d end up some shriveled old maid because I didn’t ever want to be with anyone else this way.
What I wasn’t sure of, was if he felt the same about me. He’d had past relationships. Had those been like this, too? People to pass the time with until the relationship fizzled out? He’d been in love with his last girlfriend and now he acted like he hated her. Would we end up the same way?
Just the thought made my panic levels raise. I was going to enjoy every second I had with him. I didn’t want to waste any of them. I wanted his body over me, in me, filling all my senses.
Leaning toward me, his mouth captured mine once more, this time his tongue sweeping heavily inside, tangling with mine. Fire raced through me, pooling straight into my already heated center.
How could he elicit such a strong reaction with simply a kiss? I wanted to curl up and live interwoven with him forever, two halves that made up the same whole.
My hands ran around his neck and into his hair, as his hands continued to play with my body, one on my breast, the other slipping into my pants and rubbing me there. Mouth dropping lower, his teeth teased at my bottom lip, biting and tugging until he sucked it into his mouth. The burn inside me rose, growing stronger until it was coiling inside me like a snake ready to strike. I was desperate to feel him inside me.
Releasing me, he tugged off his shirt and I went to work at removing my shoes and pants while he did the same, until we were finally both naked. Turning around, I bent to toss the covers back and he groaned.
“What?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him.
His eyes were fixated on my butt. “You’re killing me. That’s what. Climb onto the bed just like that. Keep that pretty ass in the air.”
“Okay,” I replied with a chuckle, goose bumps flaring over my skin at his hungry expression. I did as he asked, moving forward enough that he could join me.
“Spread your legs a little wider,” he coached and I heard him ripping open a foil wrapper that held a condom. “I’m going to introduce you to a new position, tonight. It happens to be a favorite of mine.”
“Like this?” I asked, sliding them farther apart.
“Just like that. You have no idea what a pretty picture that is.” Kneeling on the bed between my legs, he swiped the head of his thick penis back and forth across my folds. “So damn wet, already.”
“What can I say? You do it for me?” I replied with a laugh.
“Same here.” Centering himself at my opening, he grabbed my hips, thrusting forward and burying himself completely inside me in
one stroke. Both of us groaned loudly at the same time. “We’re running low on time, sweetheart, so this is going to be fast. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, barely able to squeak the word out, I was so overwhelmed with how he felt inside me. Everything in my body was super taut—excited.
Holding my hips, he began pounding into me hard and fast. I gasped, overwhelmed with the sensation. Oh. My. Heck. This was amazing! I found myself anticipating his thrusts, pushing back into them so I could feel his hard shaft burying into me over and over again.
Bending over me, he continued thrusting as one of his hands slipped around, traveling over my flat stomach and dipping to finger me. I moaned loudly, my insides clenching around him with the action. My whole body felt like it was pulsating, my breasts bouncing as he pounded heavily inside me.
“Use your fingers. Do what I’m doing. I want you to enjoy it, too.” His words sounded short, out of breath.
Use my fingers? The thought immediately sent me blushing. I’d never been one who’d sought to pleasure myself in that manner, but I trusted Six. Leaning on one arm, I moved my other hand. He took it in his, placing it in the spot his had just vacated, coaching my movements for a few moments until he grabbed my hips, again.
“Holy shit that’s hot, sweetheart.”
I didn’t answer, too caught up in the sensations. The slapping sounds of our bodies joining together filled the air accompanied by our heavy breathing, as well as plenty of moaning and groaning. All of it combined to make everything feel more erotic, fueling our desire for one another.
“Brooklyn, damn. I’m too close. Are you close?” Six asked breathlessly.
The pressure was building rapidly inside me. I was getting very close. “Go,” I panted and he began thrusting even faster. Dropping my hand, I had to use it to brace myself, he was slamming into me so vigorously. I knew he was getting ready to come because he suddenly got even harder.
“Ah, fuck yeah!” he shouted, continuing to rock heavily into me, groaning loudly as he did so. Holding the condom, he pulled out and I dropped to the mattress, rolling over, and staring at the condom, feeling pleased with the reaction he had to me. “Did you go?” he asked breathlessly, and I shook my head.
“Almost, but not quite. That’s okay, though.” I was throbbing down there.
“It’s not okay,” he growled, dropping to his knees beside the bed, he grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge. Immediately, his mouth was on me, his tongue licking the swollen nub there as well as sinking inside me.
“Six!” I shattered, arching off the bed as I twisted my fingers into his hair, bucking against him. Wave after wave of intense pleasure pulsated through me, overwhelming me, making me scream in both delight and pain. It was too much. I was going to break apart in a million pieces if he didn’t stop.
“Six!” I shouted. “Six, please!” He continued the sweet torture and I was dying. He was going to consume me with sex. Could someone die from an orgasm—from feeling too good? Pushing my feet against the edge of the bed I tried to push away from him, thrashing my head from side to side. “Stop!” I begged. “It’s too much!”
Chuckling, he tried to ease away from me. “Brooklyn, release your legs a little. Glancing down, I realized I had his head clamped between my legs like a vise. Embarrassment flooded me and I immediately opened them, still trying to catch my breath.
“Oh my gosh! That was . . . was . . . .” I couldn’t think of a word.
“Intense?” he asked, with a big grin.
“Yeah. That’ll work.”
He ran his fingers over me again, causing another wave to shoot through me and I flinched.
“That is so not fair,” I said, and he did it, again.
“Not true. Haven’t you heard, all’s fair in love in war? Besides, I like seeing you have this reaction to me. It’s good for my ego.” He flicked his fingers over me again, causing me to gasp and he laughed.
I sat up on my elbows, staring at him. “Love and war? Since when are we at war?” I asked, confused.
Standing, he leaned over me, placing his hands on either side of me. “Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best saying to use. No war, but definitely love.”
Staring into his icy blue eyes, I couldn’t look away, my mouth going dry. “Love?” I repeated lamely.
He chuckled. “Yes, love. Or didn’t you know I am in love with you, Brooklyn Hall?”
“You love me?” I squeaked out, wanting to hear him say the words, again.
“I.” He bent and placed a light kiss on my right cheek. “Love.” He kissed my left cheek. “You.” He pressed my lips softly.
“I love you, too,” I whispered against his mouth and he smiled.
“Good. That makes it much less awkward when it goes both ways.” He kissed me again, sliding his lips across my cheek and over to nibble at my ear.
“I don’t want to go home.” I said, my body craving him again after his sweet declaration.
“I don’t want you to leave, either. I want to keep you here and make love to you all night long.” His mouth slid lower down my chest, pausing to suck on one of my breasts and I moaned. “But you’re going to miss your curfew.”
He pulled away and moved toward the bathroom. I watched him leave, noticing he was fully erect, again. When he reappeared, the condom was gone, but not the hard on.
“One more time, please,” I begged him and he glanced at the clock.
“You’ll be on time if you leave right now.”
“I don’t care. I want to do it one more time before I leave. This may sound dumb, but I want to do it knowing you’re in love with me.”
He grinned. “I was in love with you the last time we did it.”
“I know, but I didn’t know it then and I do now. I want to celebrate the declaration.” I didn’t care how corny I might sound. I needed this. It was important to me.
“Well, who am I to refuse a request like that?”
I scooted up on the bed and he crawled between my legs, pushing himself back inside. Propping up, his arms on either side of my head, he slowly withdrew and thrust into me, again. “I love you, Brooklyn,” he said.
“I love you too, Six . . . Trey,” I added, and he grinned.
“And I love hearing both of my names on your lips.” My hands lovingly ran over his amazing body as he picked up the pace carrying me off into bliss, once again.
He loved me.
***
My phone rang in the car dock and I jumped. Seeing the number was Dee Dee’s, I quickly answered. “Hey, Dee Dee. What’s up?”
“You’re dad just texted me saying you’re late for curfew and you aren’t answering your phone. He wants to know if you’re still here.”
Dread passed through me. “I’m on my way home right now. I was with Six. I hate asking, but can you cover for me?”
“Are you sleeping with him, Brooklyn?” she asked point blank and I sighed. I needed her help and she needed to be able to trust me, too.
“Yes. I am.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end. “Are the two of you being careful?”
“We always have condoms,” I replied. That was the truth, even if sometimes they’d been forgotten.
“Are you on the pill?”
“No. This is . . . new for me. He’s my first.”
More silence. “I’m going to help you get on the pill, okay? Just to be safe.”
“You won’t tell?”
“No. You’re almost eighteen, and I think you’re smart enough to make decisions regarding your own body, but I’ll rest easier knowing you’re protected.”
“Okay. Thanks, Dee Dee. Sorry to put you in the middle of this.”
“We’ll talk more later. Let me answer your dad. I’ll tell him you’re on your way home. That we got talking and lost track of time.”
“Thanks,” I said, again. “Love you.”
“Love you too, sweetie. Don’t be a stranger.”
The line went dea
d. I felt bad for putting her in this situation. My dad would be angry with her for my being late. She knew he was very strict when it came to rules regarding me. It was kind of funny to me. I wasn’t sure if he actually cared if I was out doing something wrong, so much as he cared that people thought I was above doing something wrong.
Appearances. That was the only thing that mattered to him. I could probably run a prostitution ring out of our home and it would be okay, as long as the public thought I was doing charity work. He was such a hypocrite.
The gate swung open as the car approached the driveway and I knew, then, that he was watching for me. I pulled into the three-car garage, parked and got out.
The door into the house swung open, silhouetting my dad. “You’re late,” he said, disapproval dripping from his voice.
“Dad, how often do I break the rules?” Silence. “Have I ever broken the rules?” The thought caught me off guard. I couldn’t think of a time that I hadn’t done exactly what was always expected of me—excluding Six, of course. “Can’t you give me a break just this once?”
“That’s not the point,” he replied, stepping aside so I could pass and then following me down the short hallway into the kitchen. “The point is that you’re late. What if the neighbors were looking out their windows just now? They would see you drive in past your curfew and immediately start wondering what you’ve been out doing and why you’re breaking the rules. That reflects badly on me as your father. If the mayor cannot keep his own daughter in line, how could he possibly manage a city, or even a state? Before you know it, gossip quickly spreads and voters start changing their minds. Suddenly, I’m behind in the polls and it’s all because you didn’t have the decency to be home on time. Dee Dee knows the importance of these kinds of things, too. If she’s going to encourage your delinquency, perhaps I shouldn’t let you see her anymore.”
Wow. Just wow.
Turning, I stared at him. “That’s a little extreme, don’t you think? Whether or not the two of you are married, she’s still Tommy’s mom. She’s family, and I love her. Besides, voters should be swayed by how well you’re doing your job—not on whether or not I’m thirty minutes late. That’s what matters.”