Pillow Talk Page 5

  Brooke

  I reach over and feel that Owen is gone. Sitting up, I tuck the blanket around myself and look at the clock, seven in the morning.

  Running my hands through my wild hair, I blow out a breath. What happened last night, staying the night, can’t happen again. I’ve never done that, ever. It’s as if every time we’re together, the reason I’m here slips my mind. The second his powerful hands touch me I lose all reasonable thought. I become selfish, wanting him to do anything and everything he wants to me. And last night he did...twice.

  I tried to talk after we were done the first time. I just couldn’t. In that moment, I didn’t want to know his secrets, I wanted to know him. So I closed my eyes and let sleep pull me under. When I woke up and heard him yelling in his office, I rushed in there to see what was going on so I could tell Pete.

  I went in there and a part of me hurt seeing how pissed off he was. It wasn’t a business deal gone bad kind of pissed, no it was something else. Something that made me want to wrap my arms around him and comfort him. When I asked about it, part of me, a huge part of me hoped he wouldn’t tell me. So, when he wanted to fuck his feelings out, I was more than happy to oblige.

  Now, sitting here in his bed, I can’t believe what I did. I need to keep my dance studio front and center. If I don’t get what Pete wants, I’m going to lose it all. I can’t lose my dream.

  The smell of coffee and bacon hit me and I can’t help but grin. I guess he’s keeping his promise. Climbing out of bed, I grab his dress shirt from last night and put it on. It’s much too big, but having his sexy, sensual scent wrapped around me has me rolling up the sleeves.

  As I head up the stairs, I see him standing in the kitchen. Once again he surprises me with his casual look. Basketball shorts and a T-shirt. He looks so comfortable in the kitchen, like he really has done it a million times before. Flipping the bacon, he picks up his coffee and takes a sip.

  “Morning,” I say, leaning against the doorway.

  Turning his head, a smile greets me. “Morning.” He puts everything down and stalks toward me. His large hands push my hair off my face and he pulls lightly, angling my head up to look at him. His bright blue eyes search mine for a minute before he speaks and it’s a good thing he does because I’m losing myself already. “Breakfast is almost done. I didn’t know what you liked so I just made a little bit of everything.”

  He presses his lips to mine, tightening his hold on my hair. My arms wrap around his waist and I hold onto his shirt. Deepening the kiss, we both let out a soft moan. “Morning to you too, Ace.”

  “You look good in my shirt, blue eyes,” he says, letting go of me. “You should keep that on all day.”

  Don’t get sucked in, don’t get sucked in. “I don’t think doing my laundry in this would be appreciated,” I joke.

  “Oh it would be appreciated by me.”

  “Damn shame my laundry is in my building,” I say, eyeing up the coffee.

  He notices and pours me a cup. “Sugar is over there and milk is in the fridge, I’m not sure how you take it.”

  “Just milk, thanks.”

  “So that’s your plans today, laundry?” he asks, turning everything off.

  He’s made a huge breakfast. Everything from pancakes and bacon to some kind of omelets. He’s even got toast, waffles and fruit. Putting it all on a huge platter, he puts it up on the counter. Grabbing my hand, he leads me to a stool and pulls it out for me.

  “Owen, I’m impressed. You make one hell of a breakfast.”

  “Told you,” he says, sitting next to me.

  “Entitled prick,” I mumble, making us both laugh.

  He tells me to take what I want and I do. Biting into it, I really am impressed. It doesn’t just look good, it also tastes amazing.

  Sipping his coffee, he glances over at me. “You never answered me.”

  “What?” I ask, a bit confused.

  “Laundry, is that your only plans today?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.

  Putting my fork down, I pick up my coffee “That’s part of my plans, yeah.”

  “What else?”

  “Really? You want a rundown of my day?”

  Stroking his beard, he grins. “Yeah I do.”

  Laughing, I shake my head. “I have to do laundry, clean up my apartment, and go down to the studio to do some paperwork. I’m sure your day is much more exciting,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.

  “Well I send out my laundry and have someone clean my place, but I do have some work to do after I hit the gym.”

  Of course he sends out his laundry and has someone clean for him. I didn’t expect anything less. However the thought of him at the gym does things to me I need to push deep down. I can’t let him suck me in.

  “After breakfast, which is delicious by the way, I’ll get out of your hair,” I say.

  “That’s fine, blue eyes. What time will you be back for dinner?”

  I nearly choke on my coffee and start to cough. He gently pats my back until I can speak again. “What?”

  “Dinner, what time?”

  Laughing, I push my finished plate out of the way. “Ace, I’m not coming back for dinner.”

  “Why the hell not? You have a date?” he asks, with a bit of anger or maybe it’s jealousy.

  “No, relax. I don’t have a date, but I do have things that need to get done and I have to be at the studio early tomorrow. I need to relax, so thank you for the invite but not tonight,” I say.

  There’s no way I’m doing this again. If I come back for dinner, I’ll stay again and if I stay again I’m going to fuck up.

  “Okay I understand. What time should I be at your place?”

  Laughing, I stand up to bring my plate to the sink. “Entitled prick.”

  “Leave the plate, Brooke,” he booms out. Looking up at him, he stands crossing his arms. “You don’t want to come out, I get that. But are you not going to eat dinner?”

  “Well yeah of course, but..” I start.

  “But what?”

  I search his face, trying to figure him out a little better. He gives nothing away. No expression, just straight faced staring at me, waiting for me to answer. “But, I didn’t expect company. And what is this, Ace? I thought we were just going to have a little fun.”

  “I thought we were having fun,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Last night was fun.”

  I can feel my cheeks heating up and I glance at the floor before looking back up. “Yeah, of course it was fun. But I mean dinners and breakfast and staying the night. It’s not what I want Ace.” It hurts saying it, but it’s becoming too much. Sex and pillow talk, that’s what it needs to be. Nothing more.

  “You think very highly of yourself, you sure I’m the entitled one?” He laughs and moves a step closer. “We had dinner and some awesome sex. My world doesn’t suddenly revolve around you. The stars didn’t align bringing me a great love. I mean you’re great, but no one’s that great, blue eyes. I enjoy hanging out with you, it’s fun and easy. But hey, if eating some food, having some laughs and fucking isn’t what you want, that’s fine with me.”

  Fuck. He’s right. I’m the one thinking this is more than it is. I feel like a damn idiot now. “Yeah, ok you’re right.”

  “Of course I am. Now what time are you feeding me?” he asks with a grin on his ridiculously handsome face.

  Rolling my eyes, I start for the stairs to get dressed. “Be there at seven. And I hope you aren’t expecting much because I’m just ordering pizza.”

  **

  I’m exhausted. Getting everything done today, cleaning the apartment a little better than I normally would because Owen is coming, has kicked my ass. All I want to do is shower and relax on the couch. But no, now I need to get ready and entertain.

  After a quick shower, I get ready and order pizza. Jeans and a tank top are my outfit of choice tonight, because the only thing that is going to happen here, is him giving me some damn information. If I need to do a good old fashio
ned dry hump to get him talking, I’ll do it. Sitting down on the couch, I blow out a breath. What the hell is wrong with me?

  Before I have time to even answer myself, there’s a knock at the door. Seven o’clock on the dot. Of course. Getting up, I open it and he’s standing there in jeans, a black T-shirt and a big ass grin. Probably because he’s holding a container of ice cream.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I ask, laughing.

  “You told me not to expect much, so I figured dessert was too much to ask for,” he says, holding out the strawberry ice cream to me.

  Taking it from him, I step out of the way. “That’s really, umm, thoughtful, Ace.”

  “I would have brought flowers or picked up dinner, but I didn’t want you to think I suddenly fell in love with you or something,” he says, following me into the kitchen.

  “Wow, I’m so glad instead of laying on the couch in my pjs and relaxing, I get to spend my night hanging out with you.”

  When I close the freezer, he is standing right there. He grabs me around the waist and yanks me against him, pressing his demanding lips to mine. “I’m glad you’re spending your night with me, blue eyes.”

  Resting my head on his solid chest, I let out a sigh. “Smooth talker.”

  Having his arms around me, listening to his heart while he gently rubs my back...all rational thinking is gone again. Fuck.

  Chapter Eleven

  Owen

  It’s been a long time since I hung out sitting on a couch, watching TV, eating pizza. But I’ll admit it’s been fun, just like everything with Brooke is. Seeing her in jeans instead of a dress is hot. Watching how relaxed and comfortable she is in her place, makes her that much more attractive to me. I wasn’t lying when I told her I wasn’t in this for anything more than what it is, but I will admit that she does get my pulse racing.

  “Well Ace, are you ready for your dessert?” she asks, turning her stunning eyes on me.

  “Depends what you have in mind?”

  She shakes her head and goes to stand up, but I pull her over onto my lap. Squeezing her incredible ass, I kiss her neck.

  “Oh Ace,” she whispers, which only turns me on more.

  Pulling her shirt over her head, her black bra does nothing to hide her hard nipples. I bite down on them and she arches her back, letting out a moan. Laying her on the couch, I remove her jeans and take a moment to soak in just how fucking sexy she is. Her hair fanned out behind her, eyes shut, mouth slightly parted. Her hot as hell body waiting for me to make my move. Damn, this girl has my dick hard as a rock just looking at her.

  I position myself between her legs and pull her panties to the side. I can see how wet she is already and grin. “I’m having my dessert now,” I say, licking at her pussy.

  “Oh God,” she moans out.

  Holding her panties to the side, I suck her clit into my mouth, biting down before I let go. She can’t hold still and fuck it’s hot. Knowing I have the power to make her feel like this, it’s indescribable. I push her legs back until her knees are touching her shoulders and she grabs them, holding them up. Using my tongue like I would my fingers, I fuck her. My head is bobbing quickly, forcing my tongue in and out of her.

  “Fuck,” she yells.

  I start kissing her pussy like I would her mouth and she begins rubbing on it. She’s getting more wet, and I can feel it dripping into my beard. I suck her clit into my mouth and slam two fingers inside her. She screams out my name and I curl my fingers, hitting the right spot over and over. I bite and suck on her clit when I feel her tighten around my fingers. She explodes and I remove my fingers, licking at her while she rides out her release. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her sweet taste in my mouth.

  Looking up at her from between her legs, her eyes lock with mine. “Best dessert I’ve ever had.”

  Letting go of her panties, I sit up, dragging her once again onto my lap. I kiss her, knowing damn well she not only can taste herself on my tongue, but can feel how wet my beard is rubbing against her. She pulls at my hair, moaning softly and it fucking turns me on more knowing she likes tasting herself.

  Breaking the kiss, we both search the other’s eyes. Hers suck me in and make it impossible to think of anything else but her. But before I can say anything my phone rings.

  “Sorry,” I say, grabbing it out of my pocket. “Fuck.” I look at her with sympathetic eyes because I have a feeling I’m leaving her half naked in her living room this time. “What?”

  “You wanted the ball rolling, well it’s rolling and you need to get to my office now,” Jerry says.

  “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I say, hanging up. Rubbing her arms, I try to force a grin.

  “Go Ace. It’s not a big deal,” she says, going to climb off of me.

  Grabbing her arms tightly, I hold her on my lap. “It’s a big deal, it’s a very big deal. That’s why I need to go. I don’t want to blue eyes, I have to.”

  “I said it’s fine,” she says.

  “I’m sorry Brooke.”

  “Don’t, don’t do that. You had your dessert, now you get out of here so I can have mine,” she says, smiling.

  I kiss her one last time and stand up. She grabs her shirt off the floor and tosses it on. Fuck, she looks hot as hell and I once again am left with blue balls.

  “Thank you for dinner and dessert,” I say with a wink. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  With that I’m out the door and rushing to my car. I don’t know if I’m more excited or nervous for what Jerry has to tell me. But son of a bitch, I can’t keep the smile off my face thinking about how it’s going to end.

  **

  Leaving Jerry’s office, I’m grinning. Signed, sealed and soon to be delivered. I’ve made a lot of deals, had a lot of meetings and dealt with my fair share of pricks over the last few years. But this, well this is something I’ve been waiting forever for.

  Getting in my car, I check the time. Damn, after midnight. I was going to give Brooke a call, but I don’t want to wake her. I feel like such an asshole for leaving her tonight, but this isn’t something I can share. This isn’t something I’ll ever share. Doesn’t make it any easier leaving her standing in her bra and panties in the living room. Not to mention just the thought of her like that has my cock stirring. Throwing the car in gear, I tear out of there and head home. I need to drink.

  Once I’m home, I pour myself some bourbon and sit down on the couch. Taking a sip, I drop my head back. Thoughts of Brooke start running through my head. The way her pussy tasted, how she screamed my name when she found her release, her sexy body with my marks on her. The more I think about her, the more my cock starts to harden.

  Finishing off my drink, my cock is painfully hard and since I left with blue balls tonight there’s only one way to help. Unzipping my jeans, I push them down slightly with my boxers. My cock juts out and I wrap my hand around it. Closing my eyes, I picture the way I left Brooke standing there tonight and I begin to pump my cock.

  Thinking of how I want to bend her over the couch and slam into her. How fucking good it feels having her wrapped around me. The more I think about fucking her, the harder I grip my dick, sliding my hand faster up and down. Imagining my hands around her neck squeezing just hard enough as I watch my cock disappear in her dripping cunt.

  “Fuck,” I groan out, rocking my hips.

  She’s so fucking sexy. The way she moves, the way she smells, the way she tastes. Fuck. Moving my hand even faster, as my hips keep going, bringing me closer to coming. I can feel it building. My balls tightening and my cock swelling. I’m going to come and fuck I want to do it all over Brooke’s tits.

  My legs start to shake and I feel it start to rip through me. “Fuck, Brooke,” I moan out, as I come. Squeezing my dick, I keep going until there is nothing more to give.

  Reaching over, I grab the tissues and clean myself up. Damn, no matter what I do, I can’t get this girl off of my mind. Eating her pussy, fucking her, jerking off. It’s not enough, it�
�s never enough. Getting up, I go take a quick shower and climb into bed.

  I fall asleep thinking of the most beautiful blue eyes looking straight into my soul.

  Chapter Twelve

  Brooke

  It’s been a long day. Teaching those little ones is so much fun, but exhausting. They love dancing though and that’s what makes it worth it at the end of the day. As I’m finishing up paperwork, one of the mom’s knocks on my door.

  Looking up, I smile. “Hi Wendy.”

  “Hi. I just wanted to thank you,” she says, fixing her purse strap.

  “For what?”

  Smiling, she steps closer to my desk. “For being such an incredible teacher. For taking the time you do with each of the girls and believe me I know it’s not easy. I’m so thankful you opened this studio, Amy has learned so much. So, I just wanted to thank you.”

  There is no bigger compliment someone could give me. That was the whole idea when I opened this place, it was to get them excited about dancing and teach them the best I could. Knowing I’m doing that, well it’s amazing.

  “It’s my pleasure Wendy. I love dance and I love instilling that love into the girls,” I say, pushing the finished paperwork out of my way.

  “I’ve referred you to all my friends, so hope you’re ready,” she says, laughing. “Have a good one.”

  With that she turns and leaves. My huge smile quickly disappears when I look down at my phone. There’s a text message from Pete. It reads ‘tick tock’. Fuck, I need to finish this with Owen or I’m going to lose everything.

  This back and forth thing I keep doing, it needs to end. I need to remember that no matter how amazing he makes me feel, not just during sex, but when I’m around him, isn’t enough. But fuck it’s hard to let go of. I need to clear my head.

  When I get home, I take a quick shower and when I get out I pick up my phone. Blowing out a breath, I dial and put the phone to my ear.

  “Hey, you wanna meet me for a drink?”