Page 19 of Take Me Slowly: part 2
“Let's grab some lunch and see if we can find Brooks," I said, wiping my hands on my jeans.
"Sounds like a plan." Riley locked the shed behind us and we headed down the street as the first flurries of snow started to settle.
I caught Riley giving me a sideways look. "What?"
He grinned and said, "I remember when we used to catch snowflakes on our tongues."
"Pretty sure that was last winter." I put out my hand to try to catch a few. Summer felt like only weeks ago. We were barely done with the fall festival and it was snowing. Nothing new for here, but it made the year feel like it flew past.
"And the winter before," he said. "And all the winters since we were kids."
"Basically." I pushed the front door to the Frosty Brew open and stepped inside. The warmth of the pub felt cozy after the cold of the street.
"I thought that would be difficult," Riley said, coming in behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder and followed his gaze to where Brooks sat at a table, his eyes on his phone. A half drunk beer sat in front of him, the condensation leaving a puddle on the table. By the look of it, he hadn't touched it in a while.
"Me too." Back straight, I sauntered over, grabbed the back of the chair opposite him and pulled it out with a scrape of wood on hardwood. My father would have been pissed off if he saw, but he wasn't here right now. Lucky for me.
He glanced up at me and frowned as I sat down.
"Can I help you?" he asked coldly. He was good-looking enough, with his chiselled jaw and blonde hair. He'd look prettier on his knees. His plush lips would look perfect around my cock.
"As a matter of fact, you can," I said, matching his tone. Bettering it, if I was honest. His icy cold could use some work. "You're Leah's stepbrother."
He sat back and regarded me and Riley, who plopped into the chair beside me.
"So what if I am?" he asked. "Why do you—" He cut himself off. "You're her…boyfriends." He didn't use air quotes, but it was implied. And amplified by the curl of his lip when he sneered.
"That's us," Riley said cheerfully. "What do you want with her?" He was smiling, but if anyone thought he wouldn't jump up and slam Brooks' face into the table, they were mistaken. He kept his undercurrent of violence more tightly controlled than I did, but it was still there.
"I could ask you the same thing." Brooks didn't flinch. I had to give him credit for that. "What do you want with my stepsister?"
"We care about her," I said. "We don't want her hurt by some blow-in who's going to leave town when he gets bored of the place."
"Who says I'm leaving?" Brooks crossed his arms and looked smug as fuck.
I know, I've seen that expression in the mirror often enough. I was starting to think Leah had a type.
"Are you?" Riley asked. "We know you watched her getting herself off."
That took Brooks aback. Clearly he hadn't expected her to tell us that. Surprise was replaced with anger, furious at having been caught off guard. He was the kind of guy who liked to think he held all the cards. As far as I was concerned, the only cards he had were jokers. Riley and I held the rest.
"So what if I did?" Brooks' voice was tight. "Leah didn't mind."
"Maybe I mind," I said. "She's our girlfriend. I'll ask again, what do you want with her?"
"He wants to fuck her," Riley said before Brooks could respond. "That's why he's here."
"Isn't that all you want from her?" Brooks retorted. "Her pretty little pussy."
"That isn't all we want from her," Riley said, still keeping his tone light. "Like Connor said, we care about her. She's a special woman; we don't want anyone to hurt her. Including everyone sitting at this table right now." After a moment he added, "Unless it's in a way she likes." He slid me a look, reminding me of slapping her ass. She enjoyed that and so had I.
"I—" Brooks looked uncomfortable.
Before he could finish what he was going to say, Leah stepped over to the table.
"What are all of you doing here?"
