Page 60 of Never Stop
CHAPTER TWELVE
Easton
The days got closer to mine and Brooke’s wedding. Having her working at the bar was… Well, giving me blue balls.
Halo was packed for happy hour. However, I was always able to spot Brooke whenever I had a free moment to look for her. I did it frequently too. It wasn’t because I was jealous. I just loved looking at her.All of her.I watched her ass walk across the floor to the front and then toward the back of the bar. It was a nice ass; a perfect one for my hands to grasp. And the way her jeans hugged each round globe made my mouth water. I wanted to strip her bare and fuck her on the top of the bar—again.
When she’d asked a second time about working for me, I was still hesitant. I knew surgery and radiation had taken a toll on her, and I only wanted her healthy. I didn’t care about her chipping in for bills. I would take care of her until the day I died, but after Vegas, it was almost as if she was back to herself again. I loved seeing her like that, and therefore, I gave her a job.
Avery and I had always wanted to have live bands play, but we’d never had time to arrange anything. Brooke had never waited on tables before, nor had she ever mixed drinks, so I put her in charge of booking bands to play on Thursday nights and making sure we had enough staff so we didn’t have to work more than forty hours a week.
Now I had more time to do homework, and watch movies, with Cheyenne, and she was finally able to have sleepovers on the weekends. Avery and I had talked about playing fall co-ed softball, but at the time he was planning his wedding, and I was spending time with my girls. Yes, I said Avery helped plan his wedding. He totally dug that shit. I, however, told Brooke to do whatever she wanted to do—with the exception of tuxes because we had to get fitted and shit. I also went to the cake testing because cake. Period. Everyone loves cake.
Brooke caught my eye as she sauntered up to the bar pass. “Hey.” She smiled.
“Hey,” I replied and looked down at her chest.I always did.
She grinned. “Just saying hey. I’m waiting for my applicant to get here.”
I glanced at the clock next to the register then back to her. “Are they late?”
She shook her head. “No, but there’s only so much time I can spend in that office staring at the spot where the couch used to be.”
I grimaced. The day before Brooke started working, Gary and I had tossed the couch in the alley behind the building. Brooke had never really spent much time in the office before that. Sure she’d gone up to my office a handful of times, but I made sure she never sat on the couch.I wasn’t sure what was on it…
It was time it went out the door just like my old life had before her.
“The new one will be here tomorrow.”
“I can’t wait,” she leaned close to me and whispered, “to christen it.”
My eyes became huge and I started to choke.If she only knew how many times I used that line when I was single.I held up my finger, turned and grabbed a bottle of water. After I had taken a few swigs to calm my throat, my gaze met hers again.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes became soft with concern.
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “Choked on my own spit thinking about…” I trailed off as I thought about Brooke naked on the new charcoaled gray couch the four of us had picked out.
There wasn’t anything special about it, but we weren’t allowed to have a black leather one again. Both Brooke and Nicole had said that only bachelors had black leather couches because they wanted to be able to wipe up cum easily. Their words, not mine, but I agreed. Of course, I didn’t tell them that.
“Excuse me.” We both looked at the chick who walked over. She was dark skinned, had curly black hair and a smile that I assumed got her decent tips. “I’m here to meet with Brooke.”
“I’m Brooke. You must be Dominca.” The girls shook hands and then Brooke looked over at me. “This is Easton. He owns Halo with another guy named Avery who’s not working today.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Dominca smiled and stuck out her hand to shake mine as well.
I smiled back and took her hand. “You too.”
“Let’s go up to the office.”
Brooke motioned for her to follow, and I watched Brooke’s ass sashay in her jeans until she was out of sight. I wasn’t sure if having Brooke working for me was good or not because I had a bad case of blue balls daily.
It never failed.
I didn’t like surprises. Especially when snickering was involved.
My first bachelor party was spent drinking and smoking weed in the park across from my parents’ house in Long Beach followed by going to a strip club to see titties as some chick grinds her ass on my junk. I was eighteen, Avery was about to go off to Florida State University, and we didn’t want to go to some lame ass eighteen and over club. Granted, what we didwaspretty lame.
This time around, I didn’t want to go to some strip club or even a regular club. I owned a bar where I didn’t have to pay for overpriced drinks. I wanted to have a chill night with my two groomsmen, then end the night having sex with my girl. But it seemed that Avery and Gary had other plans. I didn’t know what. Every time I saw them talking, they were laughing and would look over at me.
