My Best Mistake, page 7
Lifting the covers, I slip in. The warmth immediately engulfs me. I edge closer and inhale sharply. She’s naked. I grin in the darkness. Naughty Brooke. And to think that I once thought of her as an ice queen. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
I place a hand on her hip and caress her softly. My cock grows and I press it against her ass, in that space between her legs and hump softly. My right-hand goes to her nipples and I play with them. It doesn’t take them long to harden.
Brooke moans and then turns and lies on her back. Perfect. I check to see if she’s awake. Nope. Unable to help myself, my hand snakes to her pussy and to my delight, her legs are thrown carelessly apart. Her pussy is soaking wet. She must be having delicious dreams, hopefully about me fucking her senseless.
I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and run another finger up and down her clit. Brooke writhes and moans but from what I can make out, she’s still asleep. I push a finger into Brooke’s slick pussy and it’s instantly squeezed by her pussy walls. My breathing comes out fast. I pump my finger in and out and Brooke arches her hips to meet my finger. I add another and use my thumb to rub her clit in circles. I can’t wait to see how much it takes to wake her up.
Before I explore that thought, her eyes pop open and she holds my gaze in the darkness. “I want you, Jason. Now!” she commands in a sultry voice.
My cock is already on fire, throbbing and desperate to slide into her warmth. I shift on top of her and lift her legs to my shoulders. Instead of plunging into her pussy and ramming into her as I want to, I hold my cock and rub it up and down her slit.
“Oh Jason…” she cries over and over again.
Juices gush from her pussy and when I can’t bear it anymore, I plunge my cock into her so deep she lets out a cry of surprise and pleasure. Her hands flurry around as I begin my assault. I fill her to capacity as her walls press tightly against my cock. I’m lost. Sex with Brooke is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Every time is special. Her pussy is like a slice of heaven. If I had a choice, I’d fuck her every hour of the day.
“More,” she cries, and I increase my tempo, ramming deep into her. Her movements become urgent and erratic and I know she’s close to the edge.
A few more thrusts, her pussy clenched around my cock and she moans loud. I make out her features in the semi-darkness. Her face is contorted with pleasure. She’s hot. Intoxicating. And she’s mine. For now.
That thought drives me to my own release and I explode into her pussy.
Only later do I worry about it. I’ve never fucked a woman without protection. I’d forgotten to ask Brooke if she’s taking contraceptives. Then I decide not to, remembering what she said about having a medical background. She’s a vet. She knows these things.
Chapter 14
Brooke
“That’s it!” I admire the little containers lined up on the kitchen counter ready to be stored in the freezer. I whirl around to face Jason. “Thanks, I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“You’re welcome,” he says and moves to the sink to begin washing up.
I’d put Liam down for his nap an hour ago. We have an hour to clean up the mess in the kitchen before he wakes up.
“Where did you learn how to cook?” There’s so much about Jason that I don’t know. I stand next to him and rinse the dishes.
“My brothers were a lot younger than I was, so by the time they were born, I was mom’s little helper around the house.”
At the mention of the family he had lost, my chest constricts, and I understand a little of what he had gone through. Losing Marvin and Ellie felt like one of my limbs had been cut off and I wasn’t functioning well without it. “How did you manage to survive?” I ask softly.
The silence stretches on between us and then he speaks. “I had Marvin.” Jason’s voice cracks. “Your brother was right there with me every hour of the day it seemed. He was like glue.” He chuckles and I join him knowing this character trait of Marvin only too well.
It reminds of when Eric broke my heart and I came to L.A. with Marvin and Ellie. I was never alone except when I slept and even then, they checked on me constantly. I was always with one of them and though it irritated me slightly, overall, I felt less lonely.
“I don’t know if you ever truly heal. I keep thinking about how old my brothers would be now. Life would be so different...” his voice trails off.
Marvin and Ellie will never age. Jason, Liam and I will change over the years but the two will remain the same. It is a sobering thought and one that truly drives home the fact that we will never see them again. It is worse for Jason because his brothers were younger.
“How old were they?”
“Stuart was thirteen and Edward was eleven. The three of us were inseparable when I was home. They looked up to me and when they died, I missed that the most. Having people who looked up to me. They made me want to be a better person.”
“There’s something about older siblings. I looked up to Marvin too. He was the perfect big brother. Protective and loving. We were friends. I miss that. He would call me just to chat and catch up. Then he brought Ellie into our lives and she became a big sister.”
“How are your parents doing?” Jason asks.
My throat tightens painfully and my chest aches. “They are doing okay I suppose.”
“Haven’t you spoken to them?” Jason asks.
I spoke to Dad a few days ago and he’d told me in the most diplomatic way he knew how to give Mom some time to mourn. Apparently, speaking to me and hearing Liam in the background was a painful reminder of the son she had lost.
It had always been this way but with Marvin there, it hadn’t mattered. He was her favorite, second only to the child she had lost. But I’d never been resentful because it had been Marvin. I push away painful thoughts of my childhood.
I had clamped my mouth with my hand to keep the words on my tongue from leaving my mouth.
What about me?
Instead of blurting out words that would make things worse, I had murmured soothing words to him but inside, my heart had been crying. I wanted my parents in my life. They were not the only ones who had lost Marvin and Ellie.
I’m too embarrassed to tell Jason the truth. That my parents want some space from Liam and myself. I’ve never witnessed such selfishness in all my life. In bad days, I think that I must be the problem. Why is it so hard for mom to love me as she had loved Marvin.
“I spoke to Dad briefly and they’re well,” I say and hope he doesn’t pursue the matter.
My support system has shrunk to Jason, the one person I’d never have imagined to be a friend. Even Madison seems to have done a disappearing act. I’m tired of calling her and getting her message service.
My way of coping is to shut out that part of my life. As far as I’m concerned, Minnesota and its people do not exist. I never understood the concept of living one day at a time before now. All I care about is making each day a good one for Liam.
“I’m glad they’re well,” Jason says. “Knowing Marvin, he’d want all of us to live our lives and not mourn him too much. I always imagined we’d have grown old together. Laughed about the good old days.”
I can’t even picture Marvin as an old man. “So many what-ifs.”
“I keep thinking he’ll come bounding into the house and laugh at us for worrying,” Jason says, and I know exactly what he means.
Only when the front of my top grows wet do I realize that I’m crying. My shoulders shake and I bow my head.
“Hey, come here,” Jason says and takes me into his arms.
I lay my head on his chest and cry uncontrollably. It’s as if a dam has broken and no matter how much I try I just can’t stop crying. Jason strokes my hair and rubs my back and slowly I feel my control coming back.
“I’m sorry,” I say and pull away from his arms. “I don’t know what happened there.”
He touches my cheek. “You’re doing really well, taking care of Liam just as his parents would have wanted. When I lost my family, I didn’t handle myself very well. I was a mess for a really long time.”He tears off a piece of tissue from the kitchen towel roll and hands it to me.
“I’m sorry, I can’t begin to imagine how you came out of it,” I say and blow my nose.
“Human beings are wired to survive. But I don’t know how I’d have managed this time without you and Liam.”
I look at him in surprise. “Me, why? I haven’t done anything.”
We lock gazes and my belly tightens at the intensity of his stare.
“You’ve done everything. You changed your whole lifestyle, moved to a place where you know nobody and have to start again. You lost a brother and a sister-in-law but instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you dusted yourself off and every day you do what needs to be done. Every day I tell myself this—if Brooke can do this, then so can I.”
By the time he finishes speaking, tears are flowing down my cheeks, but I’m also smiling. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever told me. Thank you.”
A shrill noise interrupts our conversation. The sound is alien and it takes a moment to recognize what it is. It’s the house phone which rarely rings now. “I’ll get it,” I tell Jason and hurry to the side table by the couch.
“Hello.” My tone is hesitant. The last time I picked up the phone, I was reduced to a crying mess. It had been Ellie’s old school friend who’d not heard what happened. It had been left to me to explain to her and to deal with her shock and grief.
“Brooke!”
Relief floods me when I hear Madison’s voice. “I’ve been calling your phone, it’s switched off. Why?” she screams and I hold the phone away, laughing. God, I’ve missed her.
“Because nobody ever calls, that’s why. Where’ve you been?” I can’t help that my tone is accusing.
“I’m sorry,” Madison says. “I know I’ve been terrible, and I’ll tell you why soon.”
“It’s a man isn’t it?” I ask.
She laughs. “Maybe. Forget about that. Let’s talk about more important stuff, like you. How are you coping?”
I play with the phone cord and contemplate my answer. A while ago, that question would have made me break down. Not anymore. I have come a long way and it’s all due to Jason. “I’m pretty good actually.”
“I’m glad to hear that. How is life with ‘the asshole”?
I almost choke on my own saliva. “I’m sorry. What asshole?”
“That’s what you called Jason, remember?” she says with a chuckle.
I sneak a glance at Jason. Our eyes meet. I quickly turn away and face the wall. “He’s fine but I don’t call him that anymore,” I hiss into the phone.
“Don’t tell me you succumbed to his charm,” Madison says. “I wouldn’t blame you. He’s hot.”
I want to die. This is not the right time to talk about Jason and what is going on with us. Not when he’s in the same room. I steer the conversation away from Jason and we catch up on news from home. I tell Madison about my search for a job and she’s just as excited as I am.
When we end the call, Jason is putting the last of the food containers into the freezers. He comes to me with an amused look on his face.
“Asshole, huh?”
I look down, shamefaced.
“It’s okay,” he says and chuckles. “I didn’t make it easy to like me.”
I want the ground to swallow me whole.
Chapter 15
Jason
“Peek—” I hide behind a sofa as Liam’s eyes widen with wonder and anticipation. When I show my face, he laughs so hard he almost topples from his seating position.
We continue with our game and every so often I sneak a peep at Brooke. She’s serious as she sits behind the computer. Then she squeals and Liam and I turn to her.
Her eyes sparkle and gleam and she waves her hands around as if they’re on fire. “I got an interview.”
“Fantastic,” I say and stand. “I knew you’d get it. Which one is it?”
She’d applied to three positions, but I knew she was hoping to get the job closest to home.
“The animal hospital one,” she says and comes to me.
It was a large animal hospital and even had an inpatient for sick animals. Brooke had been drawn to it for the opportunities available to progress in her career. I loved that about her. How seriously she took her job.
“Congratulations,” I say and open my arms. It’s a congratulatory hug but I take any chance I get to hold her. “When is the interview?” I ask as I enjoy the feel of her soft body in my arms.
“Day after tomorrow,” she says happily and then she stiffens. She moves away from my arms, a worried expression on her features. “I don’t have anything remotely official to wear.”
“That’s easily solved,” I tell her, eager to wipe off that look of worry. “We’ll go shopping.”
She looks at me and grins. “I like your thinking, Jason. But what about Liam? It’s too much for him to go shopping. Besides he’s almost due for his morning nap.”
“Call Ellie’s mom.” The last time she and Brooke had spoken she’d been pleased to be asked.
Brooke thinks about it. “Okay. I need to call Madison to have my stuff shipped here. I’ve been dilly-dallying…I know, but it’s such a big step.”
“You already took the biggest step of all.” She’s easily the bravest woman I know.
She shoots me a grateful look. “Thanks. What would Liam and I do without you?” She heads for the phone.
Her words though said in a casual tone mean the world to me. I’ve discovered how good it feels to be needed. For the first time, I have an idea of why married men enjoy their lives so much. That feeling of having your own people and knowing that you’re contributing to their wellness is awesome.
I continue playing with Liam and from listening to Brooke’s end of the conversation, I can tell that Ellie’s mom is more than happy to babysit Liam for the morning.
“That’s settled,” Brooke says when she’s done with the phone call. “We agreed it’s easier for her to come here. I’ll pop into the shower and then watch Liam while you get ready.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say.
Ellie’s mom arrives just as I’m coming from my room after a shower. Brooke shows her in, and she stops in the living space and looks around. For a few seconds, she looks so vulnerable and small. She shakes off whatever she’s feeling, and smiles at me.
“How nice to see you again,” she says.
“Liam is down for his nap, but I’ll show you everything in the meantime,” Brooke tells her.
“You’re doing a good job, the two of you,” she says. “Ellie and Marvin did well.”
We leave the house fifteen minutes later and get into my car. “We’ll go to West Third Street,” I tell Brooke. “It’s only about half an hour away.”
The palm trees sway in the breeze and the air is sea-tinged which happens when there are winds coming in from the Santa Monica area. “Have you been to the beach on previous visits?”
“Nope,” Brooke says.
“We’ll have to put that on our list of things to do.”
She throws me an amused glance. “We have a list?”
“Of course, how else are we going to make you a real L.A. girl?”
She laughs and looks out the window. “I like the easy vibe of people here. Most people are in shorts or casual wear.”
That’s one of the reasons why I love my city so much. I don’t want to ever live anywhere else. L.A. is perfect for me and I hope Brooke grows to like it as much as I do.
We grow silent but it is not uncomfortable at all. Brooke does not rush in to fill in gaps in conversations as most girls do. She’s comfortable with silence and I like that.
“Are you still in pain?” Brooke asks and it takes me a moment to understand what she’s talking about.
“I completely forgot that I should be in pain. Nothing like some loving to take away discomfort,” I say in a cowboy twang that makes her laugh.
I can’t believe that someone was stupid enough to stand Brooke up. If I was the kind of man who liked the whole commitment thing, I’d make her mine very quickly. Waking up next to Brooke is the best way to start the morning.
It also helps that she loves sucking on my cock. It’s like a challenge for her to see how much of it she can take in her mouth. I’m happy to be used in that way. For me, I like to see how long I can suck on her clit before she comes. Usually, it’s less than three minutes but the more I know her body, the faster she comes. I’m willing to bet that in a month’s time, I can make her come in under a minute.
I shock myself at my train of thought. I don’t usually stay with a girl for as long as a month and yet I’m already planning a month down the line. I scare myself. Then I remember what it is: two adults having a good time. Besides I like being in the teacher role, not that I’ve taught Brooke anything. She knows a lot of stuff instinctively. I’m determined to enjoy Brooke’s sweet body for as long as I can.
There was not much traffic at this time of the morning, and we get to West Third Street faster than I thought we would. I get out and walk around to open the door for Brooke. She’s in a denim skirt that clings to her curves in all the right places.
We walk down the street holding hands and peering into different shops before Brooke likes one enough to enter. She’s the kind of person who does things after a careful evaluation. We’re polar opposites; I’m rather impulsive. The store is cool and as soon as we enter a store assistant comes to our side. Brooke explains what she’s looking for and we trail after the assistant as she goes to one side of the store.
“It’s easy to find sexy clothes in your size,” the assistant says to Brooke as she pulls clothes from the racks and drapes them on her arm.
“Not too sexy,” Brooke says.
“Yes, too sexy,” I say.
The store assistant chuckles. When she’s satisfied with the clothes she has, she leads us to the changing rooms, a secluded area at the far end of the store. It is early for shoppers and we’re the only ones there.
