Promiscuous (Book 2 in the Fixer Series) (6 page)

“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 e
lated 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.  You
r 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 f
ully 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 f
irst 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. 

“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.”