Wanting Her (Loving Her Series) (8 page)

             
"Dude, where were you last night? Did you finally get lucky with Sydney? She disappeared too." Fuck, what do I tell him?

             
"Yeah, man. Your mom cooking breakfast? I'm fucking starving." I walk toward the kitchen.

             
"Of course breakfast." He leaps up to wander back into the kitchen with me. I stand in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Brooklyn cook. She must have felt eyes watching, because she turns and smiles, her eyes lowering to my chest. I never put my shirt back on after leaving her room. Preston walks by, heading out back to the patio.

             
"Preston's going out to clean some of this party mess by the pool. I guess it got a little wilder after I went upstairs," she says as she looks over at the window at Preston.  I walk toward her, keeping my eye on Preston out the window too.                           

             
"I remember it getting wild upstairs too." I kiss her neck. She sighs softly.  "Preston thinks I got lucky with Sydney because she disappeared about the same time I did. She was either pissed I turned her down or found a better offer." She stands there in some little nightgown that barely covers her ass. I peek up again through the window and the coast is clear. I reach with my good hand down her thigh, moving it up slowly, taking her gown with it until I have handful of ass in my palm. She wraps that leg around the back of my leg. I look down into her chocolate eyes. "I would have loved to have stayed all night with you."

             
"I know. We just can't." She kisses my lip. "We have to be normal, you know that, and if pretending with Sydney is normal, then that's what we do. We can't make Preston or anyone else suspicious."

             
"I know, but now I can't keep my fucking hands off you." I take her mouth with a kiss quickly before I step back. "Preston's coming in." I walk and sit at the table.

             
"Dude, get your ass outside with me to clean up, and where's your shirt?" He looks over at Brooklyn. "Mom, put some clothes on."

             
"After breakfast, your mom's almost done. I'm starving." I get up to grab my shirt that I brought down with me from the spare room, then I grab a plate. Preston follows suit, grabbing his own plate.

             
"Here" Brooklyn takes our plates. She fixes each of our plates handing them back to us. She's always done just about everything for us. We sit and devour her eggs, bacon and homemade biscuits.

             
"Thanks, Mom." Preston continues to shove food into his mouth.

             
"Yeah, Brooklyn, this is great," I comment.

             
"You boys are just hungry as usual." She laughs. "What are ya'll up to today?"

             
"Sadie wants to see a movie." Preston looks over at me. "You up? Sydney will probably go since you banged her last night." He laughs.

             
"Preston, stop...don't talk like that." Brooklyn frowns at him.

             
"What? He's about to be twenty-one, he can do who he wants." He gets up to clear his plate and load it in the dishwasher.

             
I look over to her, and she is looking down at her plate. I can't tell what she's thinking. "I know what I want to do. I want to get my nipples pierced." Brooklyn chokes on something, and Preston turns around with a smile.

             
"Fuck yeah, I want a new tattoo. Sadie can wait until tonight." Preston fist bumps me.

             
"Watch your mouth. You just got the other tattoo a couple weeks ago," Brooklyn scolds him. She always hates him saying that word, but has seldom corrected me. She sighs. "Give me a few hours, and I guess I'll go with ya'll."

             
Preston comes up from behind her to hug her. "We always want you with us."  I can't argue that. I can be around her 24/7.

             
I throw a bet out to her, knowing she can't turn one down. "Brooklyn, when I get my nipples pierced, I dare you to do it too." I waggle my eyebrows at her.

             
"I don't know, it might hurt." She laughs.

             
"Come on. Don't be a chicken." I flap my right arm like a chicken.

             
"We'll see." She walks out the kitchen, toward the stairs, still laughing.

             
"Come on, our party duties are to clean up afterwards." I follow Preston outside.

**

              We walk into the tattoo shop and of course, the guy that owns the place is standing behind the counter. I think he said that he's Toby's uncle. I don't like him. He looks up and smiles at Brooklyn. I hate any guy that shows interest in her. I clench my fist.

             
"Ms. Brooklyn Baker, missed me, I see." He winks at her. I notice her blush and shrugging his comment off. Fuck, don't tell me that he has fucked her.

             
Preston responds to him. "I missed you. I need another tattoo. And Landon wants his nipples pierced. Toby here today?"

             
"Oh yeah, he's in the back." He hollers for Toby, who comes in whooping at us. I notice a few more tats on him, along with a pierced eyebrow. "Pick out what you want, and I'll pierce you big guy here," Devin says.  Big guy? What the fuck?

             
"Brooklyn, are you doing this too?" I walk over to her.

             
"I guess I will, if you are. A challenge is a challenge." She smiles at Devin, who has lust in his eyes as he stares back at her.  I break the stare as I grab her and hug her as best I can one-armed.

             
"Whatever, I don't even want to know where Mom is pierced. And dude, get off my mom." Preston laughs as he flips through the book. Toby has a smirk on his face and seems to want to respond to Preston's comment. I shoot him a “don't say a word” stare.

             
"Take your shirt off," Devin tells me. I whip it over my head and pull it down over my cast. I look over, and Devin has a hand on Brooklyn's waist. I understand his need to touch, because I have the same need, but fuck, he needs to let go of her. She's rocking her body today in a short jean skirt with a pair of brown cowboy boots. Her top is tight and shows off her already pierced belly button. Her hair is pulled back in a side braid that lies over her shoulder. She's fucking beautiful.

             
I clear my throat. Brooklyn looks over and steps away from Devin. He walks over and starts to prepare everything. Peter goes and talks to Preston about his new ink while Brooklyn comes to watch me pierce my nipples.

             
I wink at her, and she smiles. "Tell me if it hurts too badly." She looks nervous.

             
"I told you that you needed to do this. It takes a kid to talk you into it." Devin shakes his head as he's about to pierce my right nipple. I gaze up at Brooklyn, and she looks away from me. Like she's guilty. Fuck, he's seen her tits. He pierces the first one, and I cringe.

             
"It hurts?" Her eyes are huge.

             
"Shit, didn't feel good." I brace for the second one. "Ouch! Your turn." I wink, looking down at my nipples. Devin walks off into a back room.

             
She looks around before whispering in my ear. "I can't wait to lick these," she teases before she turns to walk back toward the room Devin disappeared into. My dick is at full alert, and I watch as Devin closes the door, separating them from us. The look he has on his face tells me what his intentions are. My mind is about to explode.               Toby walks up and nudges me. "He'll try to fuck her back there. I can guarantee it. He's a horn dog. I don't blame him, though, fuck, Brooklyn is H-O-T." He looks at me. "What's up with the two of you?"

             
"Nothing," I say before stomping over to the door.

**

Brooklyn

             
Devin closes the door behind me, and I hear the lock click. "What are doing?"

             
"I'm piercing your beautiful tits. Had to lock the door to keep that horny ass teenager out. That boy is in love with you." He takes my shirt and lifts it over my head.

             
"No, he's not." Devin starts to walk me backwards to a chair. I sit while he prepares for my piercing.

             
"Take off the bra." I reach behind me and unlatch the clasp. He reaches over and pulls it away. "Your fucking tits are going to look hot pierced." I look down, and they seem like normal boobs to me. Devin wheels closer to me in his chair. He grabs my left breast and lowers his head, sucking my nipple into his mouth. "You look so sexy walking in here with this short ass skirt and boots on. His other hand is on my upper thigh, moving in an upward direction. I feel his finger rub against the outside of my panties, right at my sex.

             
"Devin, stop." I start to pant.

             
"Come on, Brook, you're so fucking sweet." He's about to push my panties aside when there's a pounding on the door.

             
"Brooklyn, hurry up. Come on." Landon is pounding relentlessly.

             
"Fucking prick." Devin moves his fingers away. "Next time." He grabs the gun and shoots one, then the other of my nipples, and boy did it hurt.  I look in a mirror, and they do look kind of cool.

             
We walk out moments later, and Landon has a murderous look on his face. He storms up to me. "You do it?"

             
"Yeah of course, I told you I would." Devin walks past us toward Preston to see his progress.

             
"Let's see?" Landon says, looking down at my boobs.

             
"No," I reply, laughing.

             
"You didn't do it. Prove it," Landon dares me.

             
"Dude, she can't prove it. How? Show you? No fucking way." Preston chuckles.

             
I grab Landon's hand and press it against my breast so he can feel the jewelry. His eyes shoot up to mine. "See, I did it." I let go of his hand, but he doesn't release my boob.

             
He's actually squeezing it. Shooting tingles go down to my nether regions. "Dude, my mom's boob?" Preston hollers from his chair while Toby just starts laughing.

             
"Oh sorry." He lets go. "She did it." Landon smiles. Devin rolls his eyes, then walks back to the register, and I follow him to pay for our services.

             
"You let him grope you?" Devin seems pissed.

             
"You did," I say as I turn and walk out the door with Landon on my heels.

**

              "Have you fucked him?" Landon asks as I get into the passenger side of the  Escalade, and he jumps into the driver seat.

             
I look over at him. "It was before you."

             
"He try something just now?" I can tell Landon is beyond pissed.

             
"He tried, but nothing happened. You can't be like a jealous boyfriend. We messed around last night. I enjoyed it, but we probably shouldn't continue." I try to break the news easy.

             
"Fuck that, Brooklyn, I will wait, but I can't sit around watching other men touch what I want for myself."  He runs his finger down my cheek.

             
"You don't have to wait. See other girls. Landon, there are so many good girls your age." I kiss his palm. "You need to get in the back, you can't drive yet."

             
"I can drive, no problem. I want to drive you around. I know Preston usually does, but I do sometimes."  I look over, and Preston is still inside, so I grab the back of Landon's head and crash my lips to his. I can't help my desire to be with him anymore than he can with me. We kiss only briefly, not wanting Preston to show up unannounced.

             
"Close. Here comes Preston."

 
              Preston walks around to the driver's door and notices Landon there, so he hops into the back.

             
"Man, can you drive?" Preston asks.

             
"Yeah, no problem." Landon starts up the car and pulls out to head home.

**

              The boys take off later that evening to the movies. I'm lying in bed when I hear them come in. I try not to get jealous of the fact that Landon's out with Sydney. I can't be with him in that way, out in public, so what we have is hidden. Which we shouldn't have either.

             
A few hours later, I hear my door creak open. I lie there, waiting to see what he's doing in my room with Preston at home. I feel him slide into bed behind me and spoon his front to my back, resting his cast arm over my waist. "Landon?"