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Dylan

Unfortunately,
I can’t talk Brooke
into staying the night and turning this celebration into a more intimate one. 
She doesn’t think the kids are quite ready for that step, and I think she’s
fucking crazy, and the kids would be thrilled to wake up and have her here in
the morning.  Since the papers were signed on Thursday releasing us from all
the professional lines bullshit all I can think of is full steam ahead with our
relationship.  I don’t want slow and easy and let’s give everyone time to
adjust.  Fuck that, I've adjusted dammit.  I know what I want, and it’s time
for everyone else to get on board. My first time in a relationship, and I’ve
spent it all in hidden in secrecy. And don’t think I’ve been above begging to
make her see things my way, but damn the woman is stubborn.

So now at 11 o’clock we’re lounging around the living room with my
three youngest siblings.  Brooke thought it would be fun to let them stay up
and wait for Luke to come in from prom. I may have given in on that, but he’s
still grounded, so I gave him a one o’clock curfew, which surprisingly he
seemed fine with.  Michael and Gabby I don’t think are going to make it. It’s
been a long day, and as much as they’re fighting sleep I can tell it’s not
going to take them long to fall.

Now if Cassie would show signs of going under, I can finally get
Brooke alone. Of course, Cassie is probably the most excited about Brooke and I
being a couple. So it’s the three of us that end up waiting up for my brother
to come home.  Fifteen minutes before he’s supposed to be in, we’ve already
placed bets on if he gets home on time.  Cassie is the one thinking he’s going
to blow it.

When he saunters in minutes early Brooke and I celebrate our win
with a kiss. And don’t think Luke is one to let that slide. “Oh, Jesus you two.
Don’t make me come home to this every night. You’ve got a perfectly good
bedroom that way.” He shakes his head at laughing his way to the stairs.

“I want to hear all about tonight, Luke,” Brooke calls after him.

“Oh, no you don’t, Brooke,” he teases back.

She ends up staying late, just not late enough to wake up with me
in the morning.  And that is my next goal.

I automatically look for Brooke’s car when I pull in my drive.  In
the month since school has been out, she schedules her appointments so she can
be here when I get home.  I don’t know how it all started.  She says it’s so
she can see me, but I think it has something to do with me officially opening
the pool. More often than not I’ll catch her and the kids in the pool, on the
way to the pool, or coming out of the pool. It never gets old, because Brooke
in a bikini is a sight to behold, especially with that little peek of ink at
the waist of her bikini bottom.

Luke’s been spending all day at the shop, and I have to say, my
little brother’s natural business acumen is something impressive.  He’s really
building up his own clientele building custom racing bikes.  Adam Shriller was
impressed enough with his that he sent more business our way. I was surprised
that Luke was so willing to spend his summer at the shop, but he actually loves
it.  His eye for design, building, and detail are something you don’t find on men
who’ve been in the business for years.  Things have been a hell of a lot better
between us since all the shit that went down last month. Not to say that we
won’t have some major disagreements in the future. We’re Monroe males, and
stubborn is our strongest character trait.

Luke’s truck pulls in right behind me.  He gets out and starts
hurrying toward the door, “What’s the rush, bro?”

“It’s fucking hot; I’m hitting the pool for a while.” He isn’t
wrong about that, and I decide to step up the pace too, and, of course, I’ll
get to see my girlfriend in her teeny weeny bikini. My mouth starts watering at
the thought, and I swear the afternoon temperature went up another 10 degrees. 
We begin shoving our way against each other to get in first and find her
watching cartoons with Gabby.

I pause long enough to drop a quick kiss on Brooke’s lips on the
way to my bedroom and call out the order, “Everyone get changed. Pool party!”

After that, it’s a mad scramble for bathing suits.  In my room, I
grab my suit and Brooke’s bikini, my favorite one, with little NASCAR logos all
over it.

Fucking hot.

Brooke is right behind me and catches her suit when I toss it her
way and gives me a knowing smile. The woman can read my mind every time. It's
amazing how easily she’s taken a place in our life since letting everyone in on
our secret.  I think it's because Brooke has been a part of the family from the
beginning.

My room has the French doors that lead right out to the pool, and
I’m not at all surprised to see Jax on the diving board ready to jump.  Another
new everyday fixture around our house these days.  I’ve threatened to start
charging him rent. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out that Jax is around
because of Brooke. The two of them have come into their own kind of friendship.
They’ve found some kind of mutual respect with each other, and it makes me
happy.  I notice he’s not nearly as much of an asshole as usual, and I get a
serious kick out of listening to some of their bickerings.  Broke never misses
a chance to call him out on his bullshit.

After a rowdy game of water volleyball,
we emerge hungry since no one thought of eating before we got
in.  After a long battle back and forth on what to eat it looks like Chinese
delivery for Cassie and Brooke and pizza for the rest of us.  After eating the
sun is starting to set and everyone relaxes in loungers.  I lean back and hold
out my arm to Brooke, who accepts and settle between my legs to lie back
against me.

I kiss her shoulder then breathe in the damp skin of her neck
savoring the smell of chlorine and the faint scent of flowers that is always on
her skin.  Something lilac according to the body wash and shampoo bottles that
now take up residence in my shower.  "How was your day?"

“Good,” she sighs. I know the last month she’s been able to slow
down a little since more cases like ours have been settled by the courts.  That
doesn’t mean more won’t come in, but according to her, even the orders that are
coming through family court are not as long term as the year that we were
originally under. “Everything okay at the shop?”

"Busy, but Luke being there is a huge help.  He’s killing it
with the customers.”

She grins, "He loves working there. I think all the
responsibility you and Jax have given him with the bikes is good for him, and
he seems happy.”

“Cannonball.” And just like that, our moment of peace and quiet is
smashed to shit. I have no doubt the splashing water aimed our way is meant to
cool down our makeout session.

Payback’s a bitch.

“Let’s get them,” Brooke says, and we’re out of our lounge chair
doing cannonballs. The Monroe aquatic playground is rarely a peaceful place.

Soon enough everyone’s arms are jelly, and the pool is full of
bodies floating in the water taking it easy. I swim over to Brooke and wrap my
arm around her waist to swim us to the ledge that’s built into the deep end. 
After lifting her, I make a place for myself between her silky thighs.  With my
mouth, I take a moment to trace trails of water that trail down her long neck
and the silky skin over her collarbone. Putting my lips anywhere on her body is
something I sit around and think about all day.

"Have you asked for a week off yet?"

Our plan is to take the kids to the lake house for a summer
vacation. Getting the time off for me and the kids is not a problem. When we
get to go all depends on Brooke’s schedule right now.  “Yes, the first week in
July. The offices are closed on the 4th anyway, so I took the entire week off.
Janice was fine with it."

"Sounds good to me. I promised you we’d get to go back, and I
can’t wait for you to see the firework show they put on out in the middle of
the lake.”

"That sounds like so much fun! You know, I loved to think all
firework shows were just for me since the fourth is my birthday.” She says
giggling.

I have to laugh because that’s one of the funniest things I’ve
ever heard. "How old were you when you discovered the truth about that?”

“She grabs my shoulders and asks in surprised indignation, “You
mean they’re really not?”

I pinch the skin at her waist before soothing it beneath my
fingertips. “Funny, girl. I promise you a lot of fireworks on your birthday.”
And
so much more, I think mischievously.
This is one birthday surprise I can’t
wait to pull off.

I reach over to shut down the annoying alarm before rolling over
and kissing Brooke away.  Last night was the first night she spent the night. 
Fucking
momentous.
Unfortunately, there’s no time to wake up her up like I would
like to because we need to get the trucks loaded for our trip to the Ozarks. 
“Wake up, baby.”

She answers with a groan, I laugh, then lean in and nip the top of
her tit.
My girl is not a morning person, but I know from other times
waking her in the morning, this is one that perks her right up. If I were to
suck her rosy nipple as my mouth was watering to do, we wouldn’t be leaving
until tomorrow.  “Dylan,” she screeches.
Every fucking time.

“Get dressed and wake up the kids.  I’ll start loading bags.” She
lays there rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning, but I’m in a hurry, and I am a
morning person.  So I swat her ass to get her moving.  “Hurry, I wanna get on
the road so we can be there before noon.”

She grumbles and throws off the sheet covering her body, and my
eyes don’t miss a thing. Another rule I have is no clothes in bed because
really why would I want anything between us. There’s a perfectly good lock that
ensures our privacy while behind that door.  This is from now on our zone. I
had no doubt that her staying the night wouldn’t be a big deal like she’s been
so worried about. No one batted an eye last night when I announced it was
bedtime because we have an early morning.

“You gonna be able to get the kids up?”

She dresses and fixes her hair on top of her head in that sloppy
looking mess she and Cassie are so often wearing. “Yeah, I got this.”

I pull on my t-shirt and follow her out with our bags to set down
by the front door.  And just like every time I jump when a shrill whistle literally
rips through the house,
Damn, I hate when she does that.
So far that is
my least favorite talents my girl possesses. That shit can wake the dead. But
then she follows it by yelling, “Everybody up.  Buses roll in one hour.”

As soon as doors start opening, and voices start yelling, “I’m
awake,” she heads to the kitchen to pull out two boxes of Jimmy Dean Sausage
and Biscuits.  She insisted we have a “super-quick” breakfast because there’s
“no way I’m letting them travel hungry, and stopping for breakfast with this
many would take way too long” And this is from the woman I nearly have to drag
out of bed.

After the kitchen is cleaned, Luke and I start grabbing bags to
take a load in his SUV and my truck. We drop the luggage at the back of mine
and turn to the refrigerator I keep out in the garage to start loading the shit
ton of groceries we bought last night. Brooke practically panted while picking
out menu items she gets to cook in the “sexy kitchen.”

“What time are we picking up the boat you rented?” Luke asks.

“I told them we’d be there no later than three. I also got us two
sets of skis and a two-man tube.”

“And a wakeboard?”

“You know it.” I close the back of the truck after the last of the
sacks are loaded. “Let’s get this shit loaded. Can you tell me why in the hell
there this much crap for a trip to the lake? All we need is a few pairs of
shorts, t-shirts, and swim suits.” I grumble.

“Hey, don’t look at me.” He holds up his football gym bag, “This
is all I’m bringing.”

“Good man.”

I lean down for another bag when Brooke’s voice once again fills
the airwaves, “Cassie has a bag in here guys. Need some help ASAP.”

“Dude, your girlfriend is fucking loud. I hoped you remembered a
gag for this trip.”

I pop him upside the back of his head, “See what Cassie wants,
I’ll finish this.”

A couple of minutes later Luke brings out a big ass bag from the
house dropping it behind my truck, “Who the hell’s bag is that?"

"Cassie’s.  I don't know what the fuck she has in there, but
it's heavy as hell."

I shake my head and laugh, “Why didn’t I just rent a semi?”

He laughs and helps me lug it into the bed of my truck, and I hope
to hell that’s the last of them. He and I pick up the massive bag and toss it
into the back. "You call Jax and remind him to be there Monday morning?”

"He’ll be there, or I’ll kick his ass. He knows how important
the surprise is.”

He nods, "I’m hoping there are some hotties on the water.”

"Aren't there always."

He grins, "Yeah, you’re right. Looks like I’ll be working
them on my own since you’re so whipped.  I’m fixing to school you and Jax on
how to operate without a wingman.”