Sliding (The Stone Series) (41 page)

Brook asks me to dance with her and
she shows me what she wants me to do. She shows me how she wants me to roll on
the table over her and then stand in front of her and begin a tug of war by
holding her arms and pulling her back and forth. She shows me how she will leap
and turn then come back to the table and go underneath it. She asks me to lay
on the table then reach out my hands to touch palms with her before I pull her
onto the table from underneath it. Then she wants me to push her off the table
but none of that matters because we never get to the dance.

She puts the music back on. I put
my hands on the table on either side of her body and am supposed to roll over
her but I lose myself. I can’t move, she lays there trapped under me and just
looks up at me with her huge eyes. As I slowly start to lower my head down to
meet her she closes her eyes, inviting me to kiss her. My lips brush over hers
gently at first then I start to pull away but can’t so I let my lips rub over
hers again. This happens at least five times before I make our kiss rapidly
grow more intense.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this
but God forgive me, I can’t help myself. I kiss her gently at first then deepen
the kiss and use my tongue to ease her mouth open. I hold her chin and lift her
face so she opens for me and our tongues meet and twist and twirl with one
another. My stomach does a turn and I bite her lower lip pulling it into my
mouth with my teeth. She moans into my mouth, arches her back and grabs the
back of my head as if she’s afraid I may stop kissing her again. I mold my
upper body to her careful to hold my weight on my left forearm while my right
hand slides down her body and grabs her thigh, bending her leg at the knee and
pulling her leg upward. She wraps her leg around my hip and presses her lower
half to me. I reach under her and cup her ass in my hand all the while we never
break our kiss that continues to grow more passionate. I lift her from the
table and she wraps her other leg around my hip never removing her hands from
the back of my head, she keeps holding me into our kiss.

I walk out of the room carrying her
up the stairs to my bedroom. I place her on my bed and lay next to her finally
breaking our embrace.

“I will not make love to another
man’s wife Brook, I’m sorry. I think you can tell how badly I want you right
now so please don’t see this as a rejection but I can’t, not until you have at
least filed for a divorce. I won’t be that guy.”

Brook smiles at me and reaches for
my face with her hands. She licks her lips and it sends a chill through my
body. I grab her face in my hands and pull her on top of me. She kisses my
eyebrows and I kiss her chin, she kisses my nose and I kiss her forehead all
the while smiling at each other like a couple of idiots. I flip her over onto
the bed and begin to explore her neck and her ears. They are both clearly
erogenous zones for her. She arches to my touch and moans out in pleasure. It
makes me ache; I desperately want to watch her have an orgasm from my touch. I
can only imagine how she’ll look. She playfully returns the affection by
tugging on my earlobe with her teeth and running her tongue over my Adam’s
apple and up to my chin which she nips at. She smells amazing and her touch is
overwhelming. I am using every last ounce of strength I have not to pounce on
her and make her mine, all mine.
  

The next morning I awake in Mac’s arms with swollen bruised lips and a
few love bits on my neck and under my ears. Not the deep dark bruises of a
teenager trying to stake his claim on a girl but faint discolorations where the
skin has been sucked, licked and kissed for hours and hours.
 
I wasn’t sure what woke me until a few
minutes later when I hear the whistle…Sven was on the beach expecting us to be
there ready for our five mile morning run. Mac and I were up so late making out
like teenagers that we both overslept. Mac hears the whistle too and jumps up
like he’s still a Private in Boot Camp.

“Fuck me; he’s going to kill us. Let’s go” Mac says then softens, changes
his mind and pulls me into his arms for a sweet kiss.

“Your mouth looks very lonely right now. I say fuck Sven let’s stay here
and kiss some more.”

I bat his hands away, give him a soft kiss on the lips and run to my
room. I brush my teeth and fling my hair up into a ponytail then I throw on
some clothes. When Mac and I run to the slider together we see Sven standing on
the beach with a grin on his face like he knows what went on in Mac’s bed last
night. He’s holding two heavy looking backpacks.

“Fuck, those are going to weigh a ton and it’s hotter than hell out here
today.” Mac groans and we walk to Sven with our heads bowed. When we get to
Sven Mac tells him that it was his fault that we overslept and he’ll carry my
backpack as well. Sven just nods but I try to protest. Both Mac and Sven wave
me away. We run the five miles the three of us side by side, poor Mac carrying
an extra twenty pounds, ten of which should be on my back. By the time we get
back to the house we are all covered in sweat and in major need of a drink. We
refresh then do our beach yoga before we head in for a day of karate. Mac is
beat but pissed off at Sven so they have quite a sparring match. When they are
done Sven shows me some self defense moves and then we work on some forms,
they’re like a dance routine so I pick them up rather quickly. After that both
Mac and I are in need of showers, food and a nap. We each head to our own rooms
to shower with promises to meet in the kitchen for breakfast. Mac is making
pancakes when I find him in the kitchen. I am so hungry my stomach starts
jumping for joy at the mere smell of the vanilla and forbidden sugar. He hands
me a much needed cup of coffee and lets his hand touch mine for longer than it
needs to.

“I had a great night last night; it was worth this morning’s punishment.
Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I did thank you very much. And thank you for carrying that bag for me.
Sven was pissed.”

“He’s old school military and tardiness is not tolerated. He has a boner
for you by the way or he never would have let me take your bag. I have my eye
on him, you know. Sit down, let’s eat. I hope you’re hungry. I was starving so
I made pancakes.”

“They smell great. Where did you learn to cook?”

“My grandmother taught me. She always said a gentleman who could cook and
dance could have his pick of the lot.”

“Mac, I hate to tell you that you wasted your time learning how to cook
and dance. Anyone that looks like you and has your body can have the pick of
the lot. But those skills are coming in handy.”

“I don’t want the pick of the lot anymore. I did that, you know the bad
boy Marine who took women home to his bed never to call them again. I’m not
proud of a lot of my actions but I can’t change them. Now though, I just want
to do this, breakfast, hang out and relax with someone I care about. I don’t
want to just fuck nameless chicks anymore. I haven’t wanted that in a long time
but I never found anyone that I wanted to just be with either…until you.”

“Mac, we need to take this slow. I’m a hot mess right now and I don’t
want to hurt you. I can’t make you any promises. I like your company and what
we did last night; well it has let’s say…potential, great potential.”

Mac agrees to take things day by day and not put any pressure on me. We
smile at each other while we eat our breakfast, my mind working overtime.

After we eat Mac hands me the CDs that have arrived and tells me he’ll
take the CD and letter to the Post Office and get my prescription for me when
we’re done cleaning up from breakfast. He said he’ll send the CD and letter to
an ex-team member who will be sure they get to Tate without him being able to
find me but he warns me that once we have my lawyer contact him he’ll be able
to reach me through my lawyer. He won’t know where I am but he’ll be able to
send me a letter in return. It’ll be up to me if I want to read it or not. It’s
better this way. If Tate is able to reach me directly I know he’ll find a way
to talk himself out of this mess and I can’t let that happen. For once in my
life I feel like I am strong and in control of my own destiny.

Chapter 12: Healing

The month goes by fast. Every morning Mac and I meet Sven for our run on
the beach. We are never late again! Then we finish our workout, shower, eat
breakfast together and spend the day doing nothing but being together. We swim
in the ocean, sunbath on the sand and take walks hand in hand down at the
water’s edge. I love the way Mac runs his thumb over my hand while he holds it.
At night we cook out on the deck or eat down on the beach. We take walks on the
beach at night under the moon and stars or relax in the hot tub. We never sleep
alone, we either end up in my bed or Mac’s, a few nights we fell asleep in the
hammock on the deck but wherever we are we are always in each other’s arms. Our
friendship has grown, we talk about everything from our pasts to our hopes for
the future but we have never done more than kiss.

I call the lawyer Mac arranged for me to speak with and I filed for
divorce. I am waiting to hear back from him and Mac wants to wait until then to
discuss where our physical relationship is heading.

Jonesie and his wife are due on the island later this week and I’m a
little nervous to meet them. Mac has never had a “girlfriend” that his friends
met and now he’s going to introduce me? I can just see it now…“Hi, this is my
ex-boss who is still married to her lying cheating bastard of a husband who is
the only man she’s ever slept with but he was also fucking her best friend and
God only knows who else behind her back and now she and I are here at your
house hiding from him and whatever maniac killed said best friend and her
husband. She’s great though and we are getting to know each other by making out
and not having sex.” Yeah, they’re going to just love me.
 

I’m happy that I’ve been working out with Sven. My body has changed and
it’s never been better. I am really gaining muscle mass and I have even put on
a few pounds due to Mac’s excellent cooking skills. Normally this would have
sent me into an anorexic frenzy of starving myself, puking and sneaking in
extra runs in the middle of the night but now I’m happy with the way I look.
Mac has taken to feeding me lately and it’s very erotic. It’s amazing what you
can do when you’re not having sex with someone.

He feeds me grapes while we lounge together on the hammock on the deck.
They are so juicy that they drip down my chin onto my neck necessitating Mac to
suck the juice off me. He feeds me roasted marshmallows off the stick by the
bonfire we sit by each night on the beach. He says his favorite thing to feed
me is wine because he loves the way I tilt my head back and expose my neck to
him.

He fed me chocolate dipped strawberries in his bed last night. He held
one of the strawberries to my lips and made me suck all the chocolate off. I
have to say for a man who is getting no release from his pent up sexual
frustration he really is glutting for punishment. So the more I think about it
maybe he is getting some sort of release, I’m just not sure when or where but I
assume it’s at his own hand, at least I hope it is.

I suck the chocolate off the strawberry like I’m giving it a blow job.
Mac moans and readjusts his shorts as I flick the strawberry with my tongue.
Once the strawberry is stripped of its chocolate he takes it in his hand, lifts
my t-shirt to expose my belly and squeezes the strawberry, juicing it onto my
stomach. Mac raises his eyebrows at me and I widen my stare on him. He slowly
lowers his head and licks and sucks the juice off my belly. I sit up slightly
to have a better view. My head falls back and a moan escapes me as I feel his
butterfly soft kisses skirt across my sensitive skin. It’s like everywhere he
touches turns to fire. My body is on the brink of a much needed explosion and
the man hasn’t touched the important parts of my body yet. I can only imagine
what it will be like when he does.
   

The next morning we wake up sticky and a little red from the strawberry
juice but without time to wash it off and make it to the beach to meet Sven on
time. Sven notices the marks instantly and smirks at us. I avert eye contact
and Mac flashed him a look of warning. Our workout ends with a surprise from
Mac. He hired someone to come and give us a surf lesson. He asks Sven to stay
but he has to get to his next client so just Mac and I head into the ocean with
our instructor. The surf lessons require a ton of balance and strength and
after the two hours are up I am wiped out. I return to my room, a room at this
point I only use to shower in, we spend every night together in his bed now. I
shower and after a wonderful meal prepared by Mac we curl up on a beach blanket
and lay in the sun holding hands.

We must fall asleep because when we wake up the sun has gone behind the
biggest angriest clouds I have ever seen, the wind is blowing the palm trees making
them bend in half. They look as if they are in the downward dog position. I am
freezing and Mac must be too because he is spooning me to get warm. We run to
the house holding hands carrying blankets and towels in our free hands. We
reach our shelter just as the first bang of thunder is heard and the rain
begins to pound on the deck. The storm doesn’t look like it’s going to let up
anytime soon so Mac starts to light candles in case the power goes out.

Mac’s cell phone rings and makes me jump out of my seat. He answers it
but I can only hear his side of the conversation.

“It’s Mac”…“Oh yes, hello, thank you for calling”…“He did?”…“When?”…“So
what does he want then?”…“Well he should have thought about that before
he…forget it. I don’t know if she’ll want to see it, I’ll have to speak to her
and let you know. Okay thank you.”…“Yes, I’ll tell her.”…“Okay. Good-bye.”

I am dying to know what the hell it’s about especially now that I heard
him say he’d tell me something. I give him a questioning look and he tells me
I’d better sit down for this.

My lawyer calls and tells me he has
just spoken to Tate about Brook’s divorce request. He tells me that Tate agrees
not to contest it, that he’ll give Brook anything she wants, he claims to only
want her to be happy. If he wanted that I’m not sure why he was dipping into
her best friend and countless other women over the years, I got news for you
buddy, that’s not how you keep a woman happy. I know he’s not the kind of man
to walk away like this so I know he must be up to something. He agrees to all
of her requests if and only if she’ll agree to read the letter he sent to her.
He tells me that Tate is also going to request her to meet face to face with
him before he’ll sign off on the divorce. And there’s his plan, he thinks if he
can get a face to face with her he can overpower her and win her back. I’m not
sure how she’s going to react to this news and I don’t want to ruin our night
but I have no choice but to discuss this call with her.

“Brook, that was the lawyer on the
phone. He said he spoke to Tate and he has agreed to your terms of the divorce.
He said he won’t fight you for anything, he just wants you to be happy.”

Brook asks me what the problem is
and I tell her that Tate has wrote her a letter and sent it to her lawyer.

“Tate says he’ll only agree to the
divorce and not fight you if you read the letter.”

“Fine. If that’s what it’ll take to
end this whole mess then fine, I’ll read it. I mean how bad could it be? It’s
not like he’s demanding to see me in person. I’m actually shocked that he’s not
demanding that.”

“Oh, ah, well he is demanding that.
He said he wants you to read the letter but before he signs off on the divorce
he’s going to make you sit down with him face to face.”

Brook tells me that she knew he’d
do this. That he’s convinced that once she’s near him he can get her to cave
into him and change her mind. She says that’s how it’s always been between them
but now she feels stronger than before and for the first time in her life
independent. Even so she still doesn’t want to see him yet so I promise we can
stay on the island until she’s ready and when she is I also promise to go with
her. No one including Tate has any idea that Brook and I are in any kind of
relationship so what harm can it do is her thought but I know better. I know my
feelings for her will show on my face. I can’t be in a room with the two of
them and trust myself not to either snap his body in two or grab her in my arms
and claim her as mine.

As these thoughts are traveling
through my mind another very loud rumble of thunder crashes overhead and the
lights flicker before going out completely. Brook screeches and jumps into my
arms.

I wiggle my cell phone out of my
back pocket and use the flashlight app to illuminate the room; I grab Brook by
the hand and lead her to my room without saying a word. She follows me, staying
close so I can guide her in the darkness. I light a candle and lay her on the
bed.

“If you’re scared I can go turn on
the generator if you want” I offer. But she says she’d rather I stay with her.

We can hear the rain pouring down
outside and from time to time the room is completely illuminated by the
lightening. When I see her in the glow of the lightening I know I will not be
able to resist her tonight. At the sound of a crash of thunder she jumps into
my arms and tells me that she has never felt safer in her life than when she’s
in my arms. Those words are my unraveling.

“Brook, I know I said I wouldn’t
sleep with another man’s wife and that we should wait until the divorce is
final but…” I trail off as she takes her shirt over her head to reveal the
sexiest red lace bra I have ever seen. I’ll need to send an extra thank you to
the personal shopper responsible for that little number. I follow suit and
remove my shirt as she is sliding off her shorts. I catch my breath when I look
at her lying in my bed in her matching red lace bra and thong. She runs her
hands down my chest and rests her hands on the waistband of my shorts. I don’t
know how much more I can take before I lose it so I flip her onto the bed and
slide on top off her. I allow her to unsnap and slide down my shorts exposing the
erection in my boxers.

“You’ve been very patient; I think
you deserve a little reward” Brook murmurs to me as she pulls my dick out of my
boxers and slides them off. Before I can even think she has sat up and taken me
into her mouth and is stroking me with her hand. It’s been so long since I’ve
had a blow job but I don’t remember it feeling this good. Her mouth is warm and
soft but her lips are creating a tight suction and her hands are making
friction that’s about to push me over the edge and fast. I don’t want it to end
but when she stops for a second and looks up at me I know I’m a goner. She
licks the head of my cock making a circle around the tip then she nips it with
her teeth before putting it back in her mouth just in time to swallow. I grab
her by the back of the head and warn her, “I’m going to come in your mouth if
you don’t stop” but she doesn’t stop. She sucks even harder and moans when she
feels me explode warm liquid down her throat. I yell out in pure ecstasy as my
body jerks and convulses through my orgasm. She holds me in her mouth as she
swallows every last drop.

After telling me about the call from the lawyer Mac leads me through the
darkness to his room. He lights a candle and offers to turn on the generator
but I don’t want him to leave me, I’m scared of the dark and more scared I’ll
come to my senses if I have the time to think about what I’m about to do.
Instead I jump into his arms, his arms that make me feel safer than a house
full of lights ever could. I can’t help myself when he tells me that he’s
having second thoughts about us waiting until my divorce is final. I slide his
boxers off and take him into my mouth with such ease it’s as if I’ve done this
with lots of guys many times before when in fact he is only the second man I
have given a blow job to in my life. The whole time I’m doing it I’m worried
that he won’t like it the way I do it.

When I release him from my lips Mac’s lips find mine and his tongue
enters my mouth as he lays me down and begins to trail kisses down my neck. He
undoes my bra with ease and pulls my nipple between his lips. He makes circles
around them with his tongue in between sucking on them. My nipples are hard and
aching for more and Mac obliges with joy as he slips my thong down my body. He
kisses my arms and licks the inside of my elbow causing chills to run down my
spine. I arch my back and moan uncontrollably silently begging him to do the
same between my legs. Mac takes his time causing a powerful force to begin
building inside me. He kisses and licks my legs and when he lifts my leg into
the air and licks behind my knee I almost have an orgasm right on the spot.

“Please make me come; I need to come so bad Mac. It’s been so long” I beg
him unabashed.

“Relax; I’ll take care of you in good time.”

Mac holds true to his promise. He spreads my legs apart with his hands
and then his fingers open me before sliding inside me.

“Oh, Brook you are so soft and warm and so very, very tight. I can’t wait
to be inside of you.”

He alternates between using his fingers and tongue, each time he feels me
getting close to my release he switches his method. After what feels like
forever and I can’t take it another second his tongue finds my clit. I grab the
back of his head and beg, “Please don’t stop, please. Oh God, Mac, yes. Ahhh.
I’m. Going. To. Come. Ahhh.”