Sliding (The Stone Series) (40 page)

“Thanks for everything
Mac. I don’t know how I will ever repay you for everything” I admit.

“Good night, Brook sleep
tight. If you need me you know where to find me. 9am workout with Sven in the
morning, we start with a five mile run on the beach then we do yoga. You’ll be
putting me to shame with that workout I’m sure. See you then?”

I smile and tell him of
course he will then I retire to my room to work on the playlist I am sending to
Tate.

It’s late but it’s finally done, I will ask Mac tomorrow to mail it off
to Tate in the morning. I slip off my clothes and crawl exhausted under the
smooth cool covers of my bed. When I look at the clock it says 2:23am. I must
fall asleep as my head hits the pillow because I don’t remember a thing until I
am startled awake at 4:30am. I think I heard footsteps and the slider opening
and my first thought is that someone is in the house. I put on a long t-shirt
and a pair of boy short panties and head out of my room just in time to see Mac
walking off the deck and out to the beach.

He is wearing nothing but a pair of tight white boxer briefs and the view
I have of his ass is spectacular! I stand there frozen as I watch him start to
jog to the water’s edge. His legs are firm and muscular and clench with each
pound on the sand. He stops at the water and begins to stretch, well, stretch
for him. Powerful and strong he is, flexible he is not. I quietly walk out of
the house, onto the deck and to the beach. I watch as he dives into the water
without checking its temperature and marvel at how he doesn’t even flinch when
his body hits the water. I proceed to the water’s edge and watch him swim
without his knowledge. When he finally turns to float on his back and relax
under the rising sun he spots me and a smile spreads across his face.

I can’t sleep. It could be from the
sexual frustration I am under or the possibilities with Brook that keep running
through my mind. Either way by 4:30am after hours of tossing and turning I give
up and head to the ocean for a swim. I don’t bother to put on a swimsuit, I
head out in my skivvies. I didn’t expect to have an audience but shortly after
I stepped onto the deck I heard Brook come out of her room. She doesn’t realize
I have heightened senses from my years on the job and that I know she’s
watching me. I enjoy that she’s watching me so I don’t let on. I do my laps and
then turn to float on my back. I pretend to notice her for the first time and
smile. I beckon her to come into the water with me. She hesitates so I swim
over to her and step out of the water. I take her by the hand and lead her into
the water with me. Her t-shirt gets wet and when she stands up I can see her
perfect pink nipples erect through her shirt. She follows my gaze and I avert
my eyes hoping I have not scared her off. To my surprise she raises her
eyebrows at me and then in one motion dips her body so her shoulders are under
the water, takes her top off and throws it at me as she dives under the water
and swims up in front of me. She’s careful not to stand up and expose her
breasts but just the thought of her this close to me without a top on has
caused me to sport yet another erection that I won’t have relief from.

Brook starts splashing me so I take
my hand and push her under from the top of her head. She comes up and spits
water at me like from a fountain. I get water in my mouth and do the same to
her. We swim and play in the water for some time before I tell her we should
head back and get something to eat before Sven shows up. I warn her that we
can’t be late today or he’ll have us running ten miles with weighted backpacks
on. I give her back her shirt that I had tucked into the front of my underwear
and hanging out over my still present erection. She puts it back on then
casually climbs onto my back like it’s something she’s been doing her whole
life. I swim us back to shore and when we climb out of the water we are holding
hands. We walk hand in hand up to the house and when she breaks our embrace to
go dry off she smacks me on the ass, hard. I yelp and return her playful
action.

I grab a towel that I wrap around
my waist and start on our breakfast. I make us an egg white omelet with
mushrooms and tomatoes and I wash berries and place them in a bowl on the
island. When Brook comes out she’s dressed in a light pink bikini top that pushes
her luscious breasts up high on her chest and matching boy shorts. She’s
barefoot and has her wet curly hair in high pigtails. She looks like the
innocent cheerleader I imagine she once was. My mind goes to places it
shouldn’t and I picture myself holding those pigtails in my hands while I guide
her mouth up and down my dick. God, what I wouldn’t give for a blow job right
about now. I snap out of it when she asks me if there’s any coffee.

We sit and share breakfast and
pleasant conversation. Brook tells me that she’s finished a letter and a
playlist she’d like to put on a CD and send to Tate. I agree to get her the CDs
and send it off as long as she understands it’s not safe yet for her to reveal
our location. She agrees and asks again if we can stay here longer and not let
anyone know where she is. Its music to my ears to think I can have her to
myself for a little while longer and I can’t wait for her and Jonesie to meet.

 
I go and get ready for our workout. Sven
arrives while I’m still getting ready and when I return I find him and Brook in
deep conversation, getting to know each other. We head to the beach and run
barefoot down by the shore for two and a half miles before turning to head back
to the house. We are covered in sweat by the time we get back but Brook smells
amazing when she comes up next to me and teases me about kicking my ass now in
yoga. Sven laughs and agrees with her pissing me off. I hate it when I’m not
the best; it’s this very competitive side of me that has gotten me in trouble
before so I plan on keeping it in check with Brook today. It’s good that I have
made that decision because trying to compete with her in yoga would be comical.
She can stand on one foot and stretch her other foot from behind her and up and
over her head never losing her balance. When she sees me looking at her in awe
she tells me that it’s nothing, she apparently used to do that while being
suspended in the air on nothing but her partners hand.

The rest of our yoga training goes
the same, Brook is amazing at every pose and I have all I can do not to fall on
my face. By the time we are finished and ready to head to the gym to lift
weights I stink and wish I could shower quickly. I never think this way when
it’s just Sven and I but with Brook here my mind keeps going to other places.
Deep, sexy places in the far recesses of my mind. Like when she was doing
downward dog. I couldn’t help but picture myself behind her gently sliding deep
inside her and thrusting over and over again until I could finally find my
release. Sven notices where my thoughts were going and announced “Keep it in
your pants Macintosh” loud enough for Brook to hear. She laughed and raised her
eyebrows at me. She’s been doing that a lot lately and even that simple
movement makes me hard. I wonder if she knows what it does to me.

I’m finally in my element in the
gym. I can lift heavy weights and burn off some of this frustration. Sven spots
me but gets his money’s worth today. With Brook in my presence there’s not much
need for him to motivate and push me through my sets. When we finish up Sven
says he has to get to his next appointment and doesn’t have time to shower
today. I tell Brook I’m going to shower in my room and ask her if she wants to
take a ride around the island with me and maybe go for lunch, seafood somewhere
local.

I shower again; I have never
showered so much in my life, and get dressed for my lunch with Brook. I throw
on my favorite light blue v-neck t-shirt and a pair of taupe linen pants. They
look a little wrinkled but after a good shake out they’re fine. When I walk
into the kitchen I catch my breath when I see Brook. She’s wearing a pale blue
sundress that matches my shirt perfectly. Her hair is in a casual up do with
curls falling around her face. She’s wearing her makeup light and natural
looking and I have never seen her look so beautiful. She has flip flops on her
feet that should look more casual then sexy but attached to her sexy legs
they’re driving me wild already.

I clear my throat to help settle my
nerves before I ask “Are you ready to go?”

“Well, that depends. Do I have to
wear that blindfold again?”

I smile at her and a laugh escapes
me when I remember what she looked like in the blindfold. Then my mind wanders
to thoughts of her blindfolded and under me. Hmmm…now that has possibilities.
 

“No, I think it’ll be okay if you
don’t wear it.”I want to add, “I’d like you to wear it later in my bed, baby”
but I don’t dare.
 

We head out the side door to the fun
car with no top or sides, the black Call of Duty MW3 Edition Jeep. It’s a good
thing she has her hair tied up because I plan to have a little fun today.

We spend the next hour driving
around on the rough terrain of the back roads bumping and bouncing as we go.
The stereo is blasting and we are singing along. Neither of us can carry a tune
but that’s not stopping us as Party in the USA comes on. Brook laughs at me
that I know the words to a song that only twelve year old girls should know.

When we finally get to the
restaurant Brook allows me to come around her side of the Jeep and help her
out. She accepts my arm as we walk into the restaurant. We are seated outside
on the patio that darts out into the ocean. The day is beautiful but nothing
compared to the woman who is sharing my company today. She lights up when she
giggles and the look in her eyes when she sucks on a lobster claw is radiant.
How any man can do something to make ruin that is beyond me, Tate Taylor is a
stupid man.

Brook asks if I want to read the
letter she wrote to her husband and I’m not sure how I want to answer that. A
part of me wants to know what she’s feeling about their relationship but
another part of me is afraid of what I’ll read. They have such a history together
I truly don’t know if she will ever get over him, if she’ll ever be able to
move on. I decide it’s better to know what I’m up against then to be caught off
guard so I accept the letter and begin to read. It’s not so much the words in
the letter that catch my eye but rather the playlist, more specifically Track
12. I wonder if she’s referring to what’s brewing between us.

Tate,

I
want you to know that I am safe and doing fine no thanks to you. I cannot give
you any more details than that and to be honest you don’t even deserve that
much. I am confused and saddened by the recent turn of events. But if I’m being
completely honest I’m not surprised. Why should I be? I have been waiting for
this moment to happen since the day we met. I guess after all this time I had
finally started to believe you that I was the only one you wanted, silly me. I
can’t help but wonder how many others there were, when it all started, but
something tells me I don’t want the answer to that.

Listen
to the enclosed CD, we have always communicated best through music and I think
this first song is a good place to start.

Do
not try to find or contact me, I will obtain legal representation shortly and
be in touch with you through them.

Brooklynn

We have a great day driving around the island sightseeing and enjoying a
delicious lunch. Mac takes me for the most fun filled ride of my life. I’m sad
when we pull into the driveway because I know it’s come to an end.

The doctor that Mac arranged for me arrives an hour later and Mac blushes
and doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s very cute actually. I show the
doctor to my room and she takes my medical history, draws blood and does a
pelvic exam. Before she leaves with promises to call with results in a few days
she hands me a prescription and free samples of birth control pills saying,
“Enjoy my dear. He is exquisite.” She winks at me as I walk her to the door.
When Mac sees us approach he stands and walks her to the door with me.

“Ah…how did it go?” Mac uncomfortably asks me.

“She took some blood work and she’ll get back to me with results in a few
days. She did an exam and said I’m in perfect health. Can we go to a store to
have a prescription filled?” I ask without even thinking about why I want that
prescription filled so badly.

Mac hands me the CDs that arrived while I was with the doctor so I get my
laptop and burn the playlist for Tate at the kitchen island while Mac watches a
game on TV. I ask him if we could mail the letter when we go to the pharmacy, he
says he’ll arrange for both in the morning. I leave Mac to his game and get
changed into some dance clothes and head down to the studio on the lower level.

When I walk into the studio I see
her dancing to “Turning Tables” wearing a purple crop top and black short
shorts that are cut so the bottom of her ass cheeks are exposed and looking
firm and taunt. Add to that her toned, flat, muscular stomach is exposed so I
can’t blame myself for what I think when I see her. I picture myself running my
tongue over those taunt muscles, her breasts and all the way down between her
legs. She’s also barefoot and has her hair in those tantalizing pigtails again.
I am able to stand and watch her without her knowledge for a few moments before
she senses my presence. She is
standing
behind a table pounding it. She starts to have a tug of war with an invisible
person. She leaps and turns around the space then she goes under the table,
that’s when she sees me watching her and slowly walks over to me. I can feel
the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in anticipation of her approach. One
of the last times we were in here alone together she gave me the best hard on
I’ve had in ages. She asks me to join her as she takes my hand and pulls me
into the room. I can only hope for a repeat performance.