Part 11 (2/2)
She laughs. ”I can't stay wrapped in your arms forever.”
”Sure you can.”
”I have to pee.”
I heave a sigh before I finally release her.
”You're going to watch me pee?”
”I have to make sure you put the seat down this time. I don't want you to fall in again.”
”Ha, ha. Very funny.” Even though she's teasing me I notice she does check to make sure the seat really is down before she sits on the toilet.
I know it's weird, but I want to watch her pee. Or maybe I just like spending time with her and don't want to go in the other room if she's not there.
”Are you really going to take me on your bike or was that just a ruse to get inside of me again?”
”I don't know what a ruse is, but I don't think I need one to get inside of you.”
As she grabs for some toilet paper she says, ”Give me about twenty minutes to get ready.”
”Put on something you can hike in,” I warn her.
When her face lights up it tugs at my heart. ”You're going to take me hiking?”
”I'm not really much of a hiker, but Rayne said this place is nice. He took Harper there and she liked it.”
She gives me the biggest smile I think I've ever seen. ”You're taking me on another date?”
I nod. ”You could call it that.”
When her smile begins to fade I'd trade all the money I've got just to get it back. ”I don't want you to think we're dating or anything. We're still just f.u.c.king. And going on a date.”
”I know,” I a.s.sure her. ”It's not a big deal. We're just hanging out.”
”Good.”
”Maybe I'll take you for ice cream too,” I suggest.
”Really?” There it is. Her fantastic smile is back again. My heart skips a few beats in response.
”Really,” I confirm. ”But it's still casual.”
”Of course,” she agrees, but her eyes are twinkling.
The satchel on my bike is stuffed with two large ice cream sundae containers and plenty of napkins when we arrive at Pinnacle Peak. It's a scenic park with a nature trail that looks like a h.e.l.l of a lot of work to climb. Lucky for me Brooke really isn't into physical fitness s.h.i.+t either so we find a large boulder that we can both sit on and stuff our faces with ice cream.
It's just before sunset and the sky looks more like some kind of painting than an actual sky.
”It's pretty here,” Brooke comments as we both look at the enormous cactus just to the left of us.
”I figured you'd like it. Most chicks like nature.”
She gives me a little half grin. ”And how did you arrive at this conclusion about chicks and nature?”
I shrug.
”Have you taken a lot of chicks hiking?” she probes.
I have to laugh. ”Do I look like I've ever been hiking before?”
”But you grew up in Arizona.”
”And spent ninety percent of my time inside in the air conditioning because the state is f.u.c.king hot most of the time.”
”It's not bad today,” she comments.
She's right. It's not too bad. ”Better eat your ice cream before it melts.”
When she licks her lips I want to kiss her again. It's what I think about most, when I'm not thinking about f.u.c.king her. Or holding her in my arms.
”You'd better get eating too,” she teases.
We both open our containers and start on the whipped cream, which is already half melted. Doesn't matter though because it still tastes good.
Brooke gives a little moan as she savors her first bite. It's a familiar sound. She moans like that when I'm inside of her.
My d.i.c.k starts to swell in response.
”This is really good,” she exclaims.
”You've got some whipped cream on your nose.” I wipe it away with my index finger.
When our eyes meet the heat between us is almost unbearable. There hasn't been a girl yet who I haven't been able to get out of my system just by getting in her pants. It's usually the thrill of the chase that turns me on and once I've captured them I'm generally done.
But Wild Child has completely turned my world upside down. The more of her I get the more I want. And I'm becoming obsessed with not sharing. I want her all to myself.
Getting her to see my point of view, however, has been a bit of a challenge. Not that I can't handle a challenge.
”So how did you end up at Rayne's place instead of moving back with your parents? Harper told me you were tight.”
”Were being the operative word in that sentence,” she says.
Sometimes Brooke looks really sad, but right now she looks sadder than I've ever seen her. I would do anything to take that pain away. ”Wanna talk about it?”
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