Page 30 of Perfect Storm

I take the laptop and set it on the bureau behind us. I point through the patio doors that lead out into a walled garden awash with flowers. There is a small table and chairs I’m already fantasizing about having breakfast at. There are no upper balconies either, so the Red Alert guys have second-rate rooms.

“Brooke,” I say in the same tone she uses. “I’m confiscating that until we’re on the plane back home. Nothing can be that important.”

“I have a case next week.”

“That you’re already prepared for. You forget you told me you had this thing wrapped up.”

She pouts and its super cute.

“Come on, enjoy this with me,” I say, walking to where she is sitting at the writing desk. The room is fucking incredible. The décor isn’t much to my taste, but reminds me of my place in LA. Having the outdoors right there beside the bed.

It makes me miss LA. I’d suggest a trip, but after this, Brooke won’t want to leave the city for a while.

I can live with that, given how beautiful this place is. I read the information about the hike and festival Jordan has planned. I’ve never ridden a horse before, but I love learning new things and this is something I never knew I wanted to do, until now.

“I still can’t believe Jordan arranged all of this. The crafty bastard. He’d never get us all away like this without doing something drastic.”

“Do you think he is really out riding?” Brooke gets up and opens her bag, she pulls out some clothes and heads to the closet.

As per the request, she has casual, warm stuff, but there is one fancy outfit. The card said there would be one glamourous evening. Which is what led us to believe they are gettingmarried. I’m still not convinced it isn’t that, but it’s difficult to imagine it now that I’ve seen where we’re staying.

“He is hiding somewhere, watching us all, thinking how fucking clever he is. He’s going to make a grand entrance.”

“Wearing a Stetson and spurs,” Brooke adds.

I laugh. “I like that idea.” I unload my stuff too, but Brooke takes over putting it away. “Maybe I should get a Stetson, and some chaps, leather ones, with no pants underneath.”

“Now that is a visual I never thought would enter my head,” she grins over her shoulder.

“You like that idea?” I wiggle my eyebrows. She smiles again, her eyes lowering to my crotch.

“I could get a lasso too, chase you down, catch you and have my wicked way with you in the stables.”

Brooke is laughing now and it fucking thrills me to hear it. She’s so highly strung sometimes, she really needs this break. I’ll make sure she makes the most of it.

“I’m looking forward to eating,” she says, going to stand by the doors that lead outside.

I open up the bag we got on the bus and take out the chocolate pots. When I hold it up to her, she raises her eyebrows.

“How about I spread some of this on my dick to tide you over?”

She throws a pillow at me. I pounce on her and push her back on to the bed. She squeals with laughter as I straddle her waist and open the jar. I give it a sniff. It smells delicious. It’s obviously not going anywhere near my dick, but her tits… definitely.

And despite her feeble protests, I know she enjoys it when I do just that, smearing it all over and licking it off until I get to the apex of her thighs. Then I don’t need any added ingredients, just Brooke.

We shower afterwards and she dresses in a semi casual white blouse and jeans, the blouse tucked in showing off a designerbelt. She puts on some flat ankle boots, ties up her hair and turns to me with her arms out.

“Am I casual enough?”

“You’re gorgeous,” I tell her, holding out my hand.

It’s just before six, but I want to get out and see what is going to happen next.

Seems we’re not the only ones who got out early. We follow voices out onto a large wooden deck. There are three seating areas, two of them have large white sofas. One arranged around a fire pit, which must have been banked because it’s just embers.

There is a bar at one end of the deck and a sunken hot tub, which is going to be abused. It’s massive too. It can hold up to twelve people.

Everything is lit up with storm lamps, candles burning inside them, even though it’s not dark yet. Jenna is sitting on one sofa with Jack and Ocean, laughing together.

---