“That sounds like a fine plan,” Brook assured him and turned to me. “Come talk to me.”
I followed her as we kept an eye on Dare. Chrissy impressed me when she took charge and did all the talking. I guess she knew Dare well enough to handle him.
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The party was a blast. Brook’s family had all flown in to attend. She told me that they had a New Year’s party every year with a new family member in charge of hosting it. This year it was Ava’s turn. They’d hired a big band that played a nice mix of music after dinner. As predicted, I danced with my grandma and my mom, and then it was open season when the older ladies discovered I knew what I was doing.
Brook called a halt to that after the first set was played. I next danced with all my friends and squeezed in dances with Ashley and Scarlet. They seemed to be having a good time with Kent and Chuck. Halle even got her big moment, and we sang ‘her’ song.
The third set was just with Brook. A slow dance came on, and I finally got time alone with my girlfriend.
“Did you get the scoop on Rita and Stewart?” I asked.
“Halle said they really like each other, enough that they might even start to date.”
Whoa! So much for my ‘deliberately starting rumors’ thoughts.
“What does Halle think?”
“She’s happy to have her mom find someone. Halle’s old enough that he doesn’t come across as the creepy daddy figure that teen girls worry about.”
“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” I admitted.
“It is better than a weird stepbrother,” she shared.
“Halle could always move out,” I reasoned.
“She was looking for something even before her mom started to get interested in Stewart.”
I’d remembered Halle had talked about that and told me about different neighborhoods she’d looked at. One was where my new house was. When I got back to Malibu, I would have to check out the renovations.
Dad had mentioned he and Mom had swung by and that the contractor had started work on it. I think my mom was more excited about my new house than I was. She and Cindy had been in constant communication about what would be done.
“David,” Brook said in a way that suddenly had both Mr. Happy’s and my full attention.
“Yes, Brook,” I growled back.
“I hear about the wild stuff that happens in LA. Want to sneak off to the coatroom?”
“You go to the little girl’s room, and I’ll loop around the ballroom and meet you there,” I suggested.
“Okay. See you in a minute.”
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We stumbled into the coatroom, and Brook grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for a kiss. We had about a half-hour before the clock would strike midnight. Brook wanted to be alone for the magical moment. I was fully on board with her idea.
The next thing I knew, she pushed me, and we tumbled to the floor. She gave me a wicked smile that promised so much. I reached over, and her body felt like I’d lit a match and dropped it straight to her core.
Maybe I had. Her flames were consuming every bit of my self-control, leaving the sexual beast in its wake. She lifted her legs to kneel on either side of my hips, and her dress rode up so she could press against me. I hissed out a breath as our naughty parts connected most perfectly. She could feel her effect on me as I ground my already rock-hard member against her panty-clad hotness.
“Slow down,” I begged, but she couldn’t.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
“No,” she said to let me know that there would be no slowing this down.
Brook grabbed my hands and slid them up her thighs. I took her not-so-subtle hint and grasped her legs. What was I thinking? We were in the coatroom, for God’s sake. Someone might walk in at any moment and discover us. She wiggled her crotch against Mr. Happy to remind him what she offered.
One moment I was contemplating stopping this, and the next control was wrenched from the big brain. In a moment, I began to rub, stroke, and caress her skin as if I wanted to remember everything about her. Brook let out a moan of need, and the sexual beast inside me was fully awakened. I let it rule me as I reached up, grabbed her perfect butt, and pulled her harder against me.
At that moment, I didn’t care if we got caught. Damn the consequences, I needed her.
Brook leaned down, and our lips locked. She pushed her hands under my tuxedo jacket and shoved it off my shoulders. I reached behind me and pulled it from under us. Her hands got busy and unbuttoned my shirt so she could run them over my abs and chest.
“Your body takes my breath away,” Brook confessed.
That was all I had to hear for me to want to kiss her again. For whatever reason, it just seemed to be better than I recalled. We went into full-on make-out mode as our tongues clashed in an epic battle. I kneaded her butt cheeks as we ground against each other. She pulled away from my lips and began to lick and caress down my body. I moaned as she nuzzled my neck and then worked her way down to my chest.
