Page 40 of Fighting the Tide
I immediately felt like she wanted to say like your father did to me, but her sentence dragged off.It left me feeling hollow inside because I have been in love with Brooke for years, and it only hurts more not to have my mother’s approval.I know I wouldn’t have Avery’s either.
Instead of telling my mother where I was going at one o’clock, I lied as if I were a teenager again and snuck out of the house.I told my mother I was hanging out with Avery, only for her to tell me not to fall in love with her either because she was a lesbian.No matter what you think you’re hiding from your parents, there’s a good chance they know it all anyway.
At exactly one o’clock, the door, propped open with the soda can, swings open and, for once in her life, Brooke is on time.Actually, she’s here before me, a rare occurrence when we make plans to meet up.I look around the packed parking lot and finally spot her car in the back corner, hidden well under a large white oak.She saunters up to the truck, an eyesore in the parking lot, as I get out, scrutinizing her thin form in the daylight.She’s not looking after herself, and I would bet anything on her parents not giving much of a fuck either.
“Will Smith’s new movie doesn’t come out until July, so you’re shit out of luck for that,” she informs me as she shrugs her shoulders.Her honey-blonde hair looks lighter under the sun and she’s wearing another set of black pants, the material not doing well to hide the thinness of her legs.
“What are our options?”I ask as I lean against the truck and slip my hands into my pockets to keep from grabbing and defiling her here in the public parking lot.
“There’s one with Tom Cruise calledJerry Maguire.It’s doing well.There’s a horror one that looks crazy, calledScream, and if you’re looking to laugh your ass off, there’s a Power Ranger one.”I don’t hear much of what she’s saying because I’m paying more attention to how her lips move while she speaks, that dimple in her right cheek winking with each word.
“You pick,” I mumble as I feel myself harden in my pants and discreetly adjust it while my hands are in my pockets.
“Tom Cruise it is.”She snickers as she walks ahead, leading me toward the back door.“He looks good in this movie.”
“I can pay now.”I grab her arm to keep her from pulling open the door.“I have a job.We don’t have to sneak around like we did before.”
She turns and gives me a sheepish smile, her teeth sinking into the plush cushion of her lower lip.“We were never sneaking in, Nolan.”
“What?”I look at her with confusion.“Brooke, did you pay for me all those times?”I’m blasted with a sudden shot of anger as my lips thin and my eyes narrow.
“No!”She holds up her hands and shakes her head.“Not really.What’s the name of the theater, Nolan?”She raises a brow, waiting for me to figure this out.
“Mitch’s Cinemas,” I recite, knowing the name by heart.
“My father is Mitch Eastham.”She releases a breath as if the confession has taken a weight off her chest.“This is mine now.I work here,” she reveals, a small smile on her mouth.“Andrew used to leave the door propped open for me all the time.We were never stealing.”
I don’t know why I feel like my world is spinning, like I lived a life that didn’t actually exist.“Why didn’t you just tell me that before?”My brows furrow in confusion.
“I thought it wouldn’t be as exciting, and to be honest, it was fun corrupting the good boy and watching as your face lit up with mischief each time.It was my favorite,” she confesses as her hand cups my cheek.
“Why must we have secrets?”I ask as I curve into her hand, soaking up the little affection she dares show me.
“It keeps things interesting,” she quips as she pulls back and opens the door.“C’mon.TheJerry Maguireone o’clock show is usually empty.That’s really why I chose it.”My cock jerks in my pants as her eyelids grow heavy and a seductive smile coats her lips.“Remember all the things we would do in the theater?”
We barely make it through the opening credits before she has my cock in her mouth.She knows exactly what I like, and I’m nearly spilling down her throat when she pulls back and grabs my hand, shoving it up her shirt.I grab her breast in the palm of my hand, noting how much fuller it is now, and with the other, I grab her hair and pull her to me.She’s out of her seat in an instant, pulling down her pants and slipping off her flip-flops before straddling me in the small seat.
“Brooke!”I hiss as I look around her, my hands landing on the soft skin of her waist.“What if someone comes in?”
“I’ve closed the room, Nolan,” she says as she grasps my aching cock in her hand.“Now fuck me.”
I push upward as she sinks down over me.The feel of her pussy is exactly what I’ve been searching for in the many others while I was in New York, but never finding it.Her warmth, her sweet musk, is the closest thing to home I have ever felt, and when I find myself deep in Brooke, I’m blanketed in contentment.
“We’re going to have to watch that again,” I mumble as the screen goes dark and Brooke’s snort sounds in the large room.She’s back in her seat, her hair and clothing a little disheveled.“I have no idea what the hell was happening.”
“You can always come back tomorrow at the same time and we can try again,” she suggests as a dark thought comes over me.
“Are you trying to hide us, Brooke?”I ask and she huffs out a breath as she rises from her seat.
“Whatus, Nolan?”Her voice is filled with exasperation as she straightens out her clothing.“You’ll be going back to New York on Monday.”
“You can come with me!”I stand from my seat as it springs back with the motion.“You could go to NYU like you were supposed to.”
“You don’t understand anything,” she groans as she starts walking down the aisle.She never gives me the chance to understand anything.
“So make me understand!”I yell out, making her pause as my voice echoes around the room.“Stop keeping secrets from me!”
“I don’t want to go to New York!”she bellows as she turns to face me, her hands planted on her hips.“That’s your dream!Not mine!Cape Cod is my home!”
