I chuckled slightly. “Do you read this shit in your romance books?”
“Not yet, but I’m sure I’ve seen it in a movie. Although I think they were watching a neighbor mow or something. I can’t remember, but I know I want to watch you sweat while you’re mowing.” She was smiling as she ogled my sweaty chest.
“You can watch me sweat while Idosomething else.” I smirked.
Brooke cut her eyes to where the girls were in the street. They weren’t paying any attention to us and then she turned back to me still smiling and lowered her voice. “You’re going to work up a sweat masturbating?”
I rolled my eyes. “No.” I lowered my voice. “I’m going to work up a sweat fucking you.”
She ran her hand down my abs. “Maybe later. First, you need to shower, or we’ll be late to your parents.”
“They won’t eat without us.”
Brooke rolled her eyes. “I’m not sure my head is ready for… more pounding.”
“You’re making me want you more,” I groaned.
She started to walk away, but then she stopped and turned back to me. “Actually, it was aDiet Cokecommercial.”
“What?” I questioned.
“It wasn’t lemonade. It was girls watching a guy mow in a park. They rolled him aDiet Coke,and when he opened it, it sprayed all over him, so he wickedly took off his shirt and rung it out. Then he proceeded to mow the grass shirtless after he drank the rest of the pop.”
“You rememberthat,but you don’t remember last night?” I laughed.
“Hey! There was alcohol involved last night.”
“So you’re saying I need to get you wasted and take advantage of you so you don’t remember?”
She grinned. “No, Iwantto remember you taking advantage of me.”
I groaned again thinking about all the ways I could fuck her.
“I know, not helping.” She laughed and walked off leaving me to adjust myself before I was able to roll the mower to the garage.
When I walked into our bedroom shortly after, drinking aDiet Coke(Hey, could you blame me?), Brooke was sitting on the edge of the bed talking on her cell phone.
“I really wanted to have this conversation when I was with Bailee… I don’t really care if you were with Stanley’s grandkids… Are you trying to rub it in?… Seriously you have no idea what I’m going through. I’m not going to pop out a kid just for you…”
“Are you okay?” I mouthed. Brooke nodded, so I leaned against the wall, drinking the soda and listening to the one-sided conversation.
“Can we talk about why I called you in the first place?… I need to know if you know of anyone in our family with colon cancer… Because I need to know… That’s good. Do you know anything about my father’s family?… Great. I need to go to Easton’s parents for dinner… Well, if you’d called your daughters, you’d know what’s going on in our lives… She’s good and just moved back to Boston… Look, I really need to go. I’ll talk to you on your birthday, bye.”
Brooke pushed a button on her phone, a scowl on her face and I reached my hand out with the soda. “Want some?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood given she’d just had a heated conversation with her mother.
“Why? Why do I have to have a mother like her? Why couldn’t I have a mom like yours?” she groaned, ignoring my question.
I sat beside her and wrapped my free arm around her shoulders. She leaned her head on my sweaty bare shoulder. “We don’t get to pick our parents, but you have the power of not treating our kids like she treats you and Bailee.”
She was silent for a few beats. “I like the sound of that.”
“Not treating our kids like that?” I chuckled.
She nodded slightly. “Yeah, but mainly the ‘our kids’ part.”
“Me too.” I kissed the top of her head, and the room was silent again. I was thinking about FAP, and I knew she was too since we brought up children. “What did she say about the colon cancer?”
“She doesn’t know of anyone in our family with it nor does she know anything about my father’s side.” She let out of deep sigh. “She’s worthless.”