Page 25 of Take Me Slowly: part 2
"Are you going to punch him?" I shoved Connor out the door and closed the storage shed behind us before locking it carefully.
"Only if it becomes necessary," Connor said. "Wouldn't want to damage his pretty little nose."
"You think his nose is pretty?" I pocketed the keys and followed Connor out to the road.
Connor punched my bicep. "Not as pretty as yours, asshole. Stop fishing for compliments."
I rubbed my bicep and grinned. "I wasn't fishing, just asking a question." I was totally fishing. I wasn't jealous of Brooks or any feelings Leah or Connor might have toward him, but I wanted to know where they stood with him. If the vibe I was getting was right. It seemed to me like everyone wanted everyone else. After we cleared a bunch of air.
Connor rolled his eyes at me. "I know you better than that. You practically had your rod in your hand, bait on the hook."
"And now you're thinking about having my rod in your hand." I grinned. I could almost feel his calloused fingers wrapped around me, stroking slowly, coaxing me toward orgasm. His eyes dark while he watched me draw closer and closer to the edge. Me decorating his hand with my cum.
He rammed his shoulder into mine without slowing the pace. "Later. We need to deal with this guy first."
"And by deal with him, you mean…" I teased. Connor was the one who brought the word rod into the conversation. If he didn't want me aroused, he shouldn't have gone there. Even if he did it unintentionally, the result was the same.
"I'm not going there to fuck him," Connor said bluntly. "We owe it to Leah to know what his agenda is. He didn't follow her all the way here for nothing. And I don't think he followed her here so he could fuck her either. A guy like that, he could get pussy whenever he wanted. No, there's more to it than that."
"Guys have done less for a certain pussy," I pointed out. "And he saw hers who knows how many times? I've seen it less often and I'm addicted." Honestly, I was addicted to hers before I sawit, because of the way Connor described her to me. The reality was even better.
"Imagine seeing her pussy and never touching it." If anything was going to drive me crazy in life, it would be that. Never being able to touch her and make her come… No wonder Brooks was so uptight. I would be too, in his situation.
"Nightmare material," Connor said.
"Exactly."
We walked the couple of blocks to the small hotel on the edge of town. Little more than a handful of rooms over two levels, and a reception office, it was one of the cheaper places to stay in Aurora Hollow. From this time of year on, it'd be booked solid. Brooks must have been lucky to get a room here at all.
I followed Connor carefully up the steps to the second floor, and over the landing to room twenty-one. He hammered on the door and we both stood outside and waited.
After a minute or two, the door swung inwards and Brooks stood inside, glaring at us.
"Oh look, it's the dickhead twins," he said sarcastically. "What the fuck do you want?"
Connor shouldered him out of the way and stepped inside. "To talk."
I smiled at Brooks before stepping past him, into the tiny room.
A queen size bed took up most of the space, the covers faded, but cosy. Another door led to a small, neat bathroom. A bright green suitcase sat against a wall, the lid open. The contents were neatly folded inside several packing cubes, which were also open. The guy hadn't packed in a hurry. And he took his time to carefully repack. Fair enough, this room would get overrun with stuff in a blink if he let it.
Brooks sighed and closed the door, keeping the warmth in. "What do you want to talk about? The weather? Wait, let me guess. You want to compare cock sizes."
"I mean…" I raised my eyebrows at both of them. "What? A guy gets curious." My gaze dropped to their groins speculatively. If I had to guess, I'd say they were both as big as each other. Nice. I bet Brooks knew what to do with his too. Connor sure did.
So did I, of course.
"We're not here to compare cock size." Connor slid me a look. "I'd win anyway. We're here to talk about Leah."
"No shit." Brooks leaned his back against the door and crossed his arms. "If you've come to tell me to stay away from her?—"
"We haven't," Connor said. "That's up to her."
"Then why are you here?" Brooks closed his eyes as if that might make us disappear. Good luck with that, since he was blocking the only exit.
"We want to know why you followed her here," I said bluntly, since they were only going to beat around the bush anyway. "You seem angry with her because your parents were assholes." Was Leah actually related to any of them? Not Brooks, obviously, not his father. What about her mother? This whole situation was complicated. And yet, at the same time it wasn't. She was still Leah, when it came down to it. Still the woman I loved. The woman Connor loved.
"She's impulsive," Brooks said. "She took off up here and I wanted to know why. What's the big deal about Aurora Hollow?" He jerked his head back toward the door, making a blonde curl fall over one eye. He shoved it back impatiently.
