Page 103 of When the Storm Breaks
That nightthere were eight of us for dinner. A round table had been set up on the rock cliff above the sea and we ate under the stars. Kristoff served us silver platters of fresh seafood on a bed of shaved ice. Lobster, prawns, crabs, clams, raw oysters. I looked up from the langoustine I’d just de-shelled and found all eyes on me.
“Holy shit,” Brody said with a laugh.
“What?” I looked around the table.
Cato laughed. He was stunning. Dark skin stretched over high cheekbones, his smile so white. His girlfriend Anya was on his right, a cool Nordic blonde with ice blue eyes who had just landed her first big role in a sci-fi movie set to start filming this fall. Next to her was her sister, Astrid, equally beautiful and seated on Bastian’s right, commanding his attention.
Bastian loved to surround himself with beautiful people. In the past, I would have been uptight. So busy watching Dean that I wouldn’t have been able to fully enjoy myself. I’d be worried about how much he was drinking and how many trips to the bathroom he made to get his fix.
Unlike Dean, Brody’s eyes never strayed to the other women, and he didn’t make me feel like I had to worry he’d end up fucking someone else’s girlfriend, one of Dean’s specialty moves.
“How long did it take her to clean that shellfish?” Cato asked Brody.
“Two seconds. Tops.”
“She’s got hidden talents,” Hayden said.
Brody grinned and took a swig of his beer. “Don’t I know it.”
I sucked the juices from the tail of the langoustine while Brody watched me, an amused look on his face. “There’s plenty of food. No need to eat the tail.”
“I grew up on the bayou. Do you have any idea how many crawfish I’ve cleaned in my life? Besides, you have to suck out the juices. That’s where all the flavor is.”
He dipped his head and whispered into my ear. “You did a damn fine job of sucking myjuicesearlier. Pretty sure my fingers are still coated with yours.”
My cheeks flushed with heat. Must have been from all the sun I caught this afternoon. It had nothing to do with the blow job I gave Brody on the private beach. We’d found a little secluded spot behind some rocks, although I couldn’t help wondering if the yachts and boats passing by had caught some of the action. That had been part of the fun though.
Now, I fed Brody the white fleshy part of my langoustine dipped in aioli and he licked my fingers when he was done, a groan escaping his lips and shooting straight to my core. Nobody at the table so much as blinked. In the world of rock and roll, anything goes.
* * *
Brody’s handwas on my thigh, under the skirt of my short cotton dress, and I was buzzed from the chilled white wine, my belly full of fresh seafood. Drunk on life and high on Brody’s nearness. I was talking to Jocelyn, the stick-thin brunette seated on my left. “Your cowboy is hot,” she said, lifting her wineglass to her lips, her eyes on Brody as she took a sip. “And he’s crazy about you.”
I smiled. “I got lucky.”
“Tell me about it. I meet all the assholes. But then, I guess you’d know a little something about assholes.”
I didn’t comment. Brody’s hand was under my dress, his fingers stroking the cotton between my legs. When his fingers brushed my clit, I squirmed in my seat, my thighs clenching.
“How are you going to deal with being on tour with your ex? And how doeshefeel about it?” She jerked her chin toward Brody who was talking to Hayden, all chilled and casual, as if his hand wasn’t performing magic under the table. His thumb pressed against my clit and my breath hitched. Oh my God.
“Umm…” Jocelyn had asked me a question and now she was waiting for an answer, but it was hard to think straight when I was about to detonate. “He’s cool with it.” I cleared my throat and hoped that was true. “And Dean and I… we’ll just keep it professional.”
She arched her brows. “Won’t that be difficult?”
“Not for me. I’m not in love with him anymore.”
I didn’t know how Brody could have possibly overheard us while he was talking to the others, but he chose that very moment to move my panties aside and slide his fingers through my wet heat. I squeezed my legs together, my chest heaving as he rubbed my clit. Seconds later, the orgasm crashed over me and my body jerked, my legs shaking.
Oh my God. Job done, he removed his hand and I tried to regulate my breathing then picked up my wine glass with a shaky hand and took a fortifying sip. Nothing to see here. Cool as a cuke.
I took a deep breath.Wow. Who needed dessert?
The sound of Brody’s laughter reached my ears, and I turned my head to look at him. I hadn’t been sure if he would get along with Bastian and Hayden, the only two people at this dinner whotrulymattered to me. But any fears I’d had vanished earlier when Brody and Bastian struck up a conversation. A little while later, Bastian had given Brody his seal of approval. “He’s not a wanker.”
Brody caught me watching him and turned his smile on me, his voice low and intimate, his eyes locked on mine. “All good?”
I smiled, half-drunk, still in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. “Couldn’t be better.”
