Bad Girlfriend (First & Last #4) (15 page)

“Hi,” she said, smiling up at me.

“Hi,” I said, smiling back.

Brooke licked her lips, making me groan.  Her smile grew, and I had a sneaking suspicion she knew exactly what she was doing to me.  Her fingers laced together behind my neck, and she pulled me down to her.  Her lips were soft and damp from where her tongue had just traced over them.  She tasted like a mix of beer and mint
.  A strange combination, but I swear I had never tasted anything better.

My arms wound around her lower back and held her so close there wasn’t even a whisper of air between us.  The breathy moans and sighs escaping her mouth flowed right into mine and made me real hard, real quick.  I could feel Brooke smile against my mouth when she felt how much I wanted her.

“What’s so funny?” I whispered when I broke away to kiss along her jaw and below her ear.  She shivered in my arms, and I was guessing it wasn’t from the cold water.

“Nothing’s funny,” she said on an exhale.  “It’s nice
to know you’re as…affected…as I am.”

I chuckled and moved my hands down to cup her very fine, barely covered ass.  Pulling her against the evidence of my “affection”, I said, “Trust me, Brooke.  No one has ever affected me as much as you do just by breathing.”

When she pulled back slightly to look at me, there was a mischievous smirk on her face.  I got a clue as to what she was thinking when her hands fell from around my neck and she hooked her fingers in the waistband of my swim trunks.

“Brooke,” I said, trying to muster the inner strength to stop her.  When one of her delicate hands moved to the front of my trunks to cup me in her palm, all rational thoughts flew out of my head.  Every single nerve ending in my body seemed to be centered where her hand was slowly caressing.  Jesus Christ.  I tried to watch my language most of the time so swearing didn’t become a habit and slip out around the students.  But…holy fuck…this girl knew what she was doing.

“Brooke,” I mumbled again, somehow finding enough sense to wrap my fingers around her wrists. 
“Stop.”

Her hand stilled on me and I was able to pull her hands off my body.  My dick was screaming at me to let her go back to what she was doing.

She wasn’t smiling anymore, and there was a trace of hurt in her hazy green eyes.  I was sure no guy had ever stopped her before, and I needed to make sure she understood why I was doing something so insane.

“Don’t forget the rules,” I said with a smile. 
“Especially the last one.”

She looked thoughtful for a moment, and then her cheeks turned the palest shade of pink.  She knew what I was referring to.

I set my hands on her waist and pulled her back against me, though the contact had my body screaming for more.  “Unless you’re prepared for everyone at this party to watch you come, I think we should slow it down.”

Her eyes widened at my blunt words, and then, finally, she smiled back at me.  “I guess it might be kind of obvious what we’re doing out here.”

I leaned down so my mouth was against her ear.  “Mmmm hmmm.  Especially because I plan on making you come with my mouth, and I don’t think I can hold my breath underwater for that long.”

Brooke’s small gasp tickled across my cheek.  Her eyes were cloudy with desire when I turned her toward the shore and slapped her butt under the water.

“Let’s go join the party before I decide to find out just how long I can hold my breath.”

Chapter Fifteen

Brooke

I was still floating on cloud nine from my date with Adam on Labor Day.  Even helping Gram pack up the house for her move to Florida couldn’t dampen my spirits.  It turned out there was only one thing that could do that.

“Brooke?”  Gram’s voice echoed up the stairs to where I sat in the dusty attic carefully wrapping china tea cups in tissue paper.

“Yeah?”

“Your mother’s on the phone.  She would like to talk to you.”

And there it was. 
The one thing that could spoil my good mood.

As always
, her timing was impeccable.  I should have known it was coming since it had been almost six months since we had last heard from her.  She tended to call when she was in between jobs or boyfriends or just out of her latest stint at rehab.  Gram had stopped sending her money over ten years ago, but it didn’t stop her from trying.  Repeatedly.

“Okay.  I’ll be right there,” I called down the stairs.  I finished wrapping the cup in my hand and set it carefully in the box with all the others.

It felt like I was walking to the electric chair when I walked down the steep stairs from the attic.  Gram held the phone out to me with a sympathetic smile.  As much as I wished my mother would disappear, I know Gram wished just as strongly that she could get back the daughter she lost.

“Hello?”
I said without emotion into the cordless phone that Gram handed to me.

“Brooke!  It’s so good to hear your voice,” my mother exclaimed cheerfully.  It was the voice she used when she was fresh out of rehab and determined to set her life on the right path, which happened at least once every three years.

“Hi, Naomi.”  I refused to call her Mom.  She had never done a thing to earn that title.

“How are you?  How is your job going?  How are things with that handsome young man you were dating?”

Only Naomi would describe Chet as a handsome young man.

“I’m fine.  My job is good.  I’m not seeing Chet anymore.”  I answered her questions as simply as possible and refused to volunteer anything else.

She continued on as if she couldn’t detect the disinterest in my voice.  “I have good news!”  She paused, probably to allow me to excitedly ask what her good news was.  When I remained silent, she said, “I’m coming for a visit.  Next week!  Mom told me about her plans to move to Florida, and I thought I might move back for a while.  We could be roommates,” she squealed like she was ten years old.

I could feel my cheeks heating with anger.  Before I said something that I definitely wouldn’t regret but would probably upset Gram, I handed the phone back to her.

“Oh, hell no,” I said to Gram.

She furrowed her eyebrows at me and brought the phone up to her ear. 
“Naomi, dear.  What’s going on?  What did you say to Brooke?”

I stomped back up the stairs to the attic and resumed my task of wrapping tea cups.  After a few minutes Gram slowly climbed the stairs and sat down on an old box next to me
.  She patted my knee.

“Don’t worry, Brooke, honey.  I told her she
is welcome to visit next week, but that if she chooses to move back to Penn Yan, she will have to find a place of her own.  This house is yours and yours alone to do with as you please.”

I snorted in disgust.  “I’m sure moving back doesn’t seem so appealing when she doesn’t have anyone to freeload off of.”

Gram sighed but didn’t contradict me.  We wrapped the rest of the teacups in companionable silence, and then she went to get ready for bed.

Naomi’s call had left me restless
despite the late hour.  I wished there were more teacups to wrap, but there weren’t.  And we were out of tissue paper anyway, so I couldn’t start on the saucers.  My bedroom seemed lonely when I went in, so I went right back out.  I busied myself with unloading the dishwasher and wiping down the kitchen counters until there wasn’t a single crumb or bit of dust left.

Still not tired.

So I went to the one place that always seemed to comfort me - my swing.  It was late, almost eleven o’clock.  The night was hot, and the air was heavy.  Judging from the heavy clouds blocking the moon and stars, we would probably have a storm before the night was over.

Sitting on the swing, I kicked off my flip flops and pumped my legs until I was soaring through the air.  I didn’t know why interacting with my mother upset me so much.  Yes, she had abandoned me, but that had happened right after I was born.  I had never known life any other way.  Maybe it was because I knew she was
my mother and felt like I was supposed to have some kind of bond with her.  But I didn’t, and her constant reappearance and disappearance in my life over the years had only served to make me resent her more.  If she stayed away, I could remain indifferent toward her.

When the first rumbles of thunder rolled through the night, I slowed the swing.  I didn’t feel any
more at ease than I did when I came out here.  Glancing over at the dimly lit windows over the garage, I wondered if my safe place had shifted.  It was late, and though it was my day off tomorrow, I knew Adam would have to be up early for work.  And I really wasn’t sure if we were at the point in our relationship where I could show up unannounced and cry on his shoulder.

I was standing in the yard, halfway between my door and his,
chewing on my bottom lip and trying to decide which way to go, when a car pulled into the driveway and headlights blinded me.  Though I couldn’t see, I recognized the loud roar of the souped up engine as Chet’s.  What the hell was he doing here?  And at this late hour?  A month ago I would have known the answer to that question, but we weren’t together anymore.

The headlights went off, and the engine quieted.  Glaring into the darkness of the car, I put my hands on my hips and marched over to the driver’s side of the car.  Chet rolled down his window and flicked the ashes off his cigarette.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded.  My anger at my mom was bleeding over into anger with Chet, and I couldn’t keep my voice from shaking and tears from pricking my eyes.

“Hey, babe.
  Thought you might want some company tonight,” he replied cockily with his sexiest smirk.

I opened my mouth to tell him where he could go, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“She already has company.  Next time, wait to be invited,” said Adam.

Chet looked like he was about to get out of the car and send Adam flying across the driveway.  I took a step in front of Adam, but he gently took my hand and pulled me with him towards the
garage.  When we climbed the steps to his apartment, I saw Chet toss his cigarette out the window and squeal his tires as he tore back out of the driveway.

Adam opened his door and tugged on my hand so I would follow him inside.  Shutting the door behind me, he said, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, but when Adam raised an eyebrow at me, I shook my head.

“Is it him?”
he asked, his voice and eyes hard.

“No.”

“Is it me?”

“No!”

He seemed to relax slightly then.

Feeling like I needed to explain, I said, “My mom called tonight.  She’s never been around much.  Gram raised me, and it always upsets me when she calls.  Then Chet showed up like he used to…before.”  Knowing I was on the verge of becoming a blubbering annoying girl, I said, “I’m sorry.  I don’t want to bother you with this stupid stuff.  It’s late and you have to get up early.”

I started to back up toward the door to leave, but Adam’s arm snaked out and he caught my hand in his.

“You never
bother
me, Brooke.  I’m always here when you need to talk or you’re upset about something.  I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t come to me.  Okay?”

Overwhelmed by emotion that someone cared that much about
me; I could only nod as a single tear dripped down my cheek.

Adam swore softly under his breath and led me over to his bed.  I hadn’t noticed before that he was wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt.  He had probably been in bed when Chet’s loud
stupid car woke him up.

Adam left me standing by the bed while he rummaged around in his dresser.  Coming back over to me with one of his t-shirts, he said, “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

I bit my lip and nodded.  I wasn’t sure what he would expect, but I don’t think I could have denied him anything at that point.

He took the
hem of my tank top and pulled it over my head.  Quickly he replaced it with his shirt, which fell to my upper thighs.  Then he reached under the shirt and pulled my shorts down my legs.  My breath was coming a little quicker from the trail of his fingers down my bare legs.

But he didn’t touch me
anywhere else.  He just held up the covers so I could crawl in.  Then he lay down beside me and switched off the lamp on the bedside table.  Pulling me close so my head rested on his chest, I felt him kiss the top of my head.

“Do you want to talk about it?”
Adam asked softly.

“No.”

He didn’t say anymore, and he didn’t make any moves other than to run his hand over my hair and occasionally plant a soft kiss on the top of my head.

My body was relaxed thanks to Adam’s light caresses, but my mind was still a jumble of thoughts.  It was a long time before I drifted off, long after Adam
, judging by his deep even breathing shortly after we got in bed.

The smell of coffee teased me from sleep the next morning.  Rolling over I was disappointed to find myself alone in Adam’s bed.  This was the second time I had slept here, but only the first time I was happy to wake up here.  Last night was definitely a first for me - sleeping with a guy and only sleeping.  It was nice, but it also left me wishing we hadn’t just slept.