“What’s so funny?” I ask him, nearing a state of panic as I consider how reliable the old biddy is at gossiping. It’s sure to get back to my dad now.
“Stubbed your toe?” Trent asks, cocking his brow before laughing again. “I think it was more something stubbed you,” he cackles, and I have to join him.
Collapsing next to him, letting my robe slip open, I feel his warm hands running over me again as he kisses me tenderly.
“I think I might want you to stub your toe more often,” he croons in my ear, holding me tighter as I snuggle deeper into his huge warm body.
“I’ve got ten,” I reason softly, mewing when he strokes my hair.
“I could stub one or two a day, should get me through each week.”
Trent chuckles to himself and sighs with satisfaction.
“That sounds like a plan, Brooke. I might just hold you to that.”
Chapter Sixteen
Trent
For all my wanting things to be just so. Having our first time someplace amazing, claiming her in some exotic location, I can tell Brook feels most at home at home.
But it begs the question: Can she make a new home someplace else, with me. Just the two of us?
It’s the first thing I want to ask her as we lay quietly once her nosey neighbor disappears. But we’ve only known each other for less than twenty-four hours.
Here I am picking out paint colors to redecorate and she’s only just stopped shaking from her full body climax courtesy of yours truly.
I have to admit though, I’ve never come so hard in my life. Never fallen so hard for anyone either. And I’ve never, ever wanted somebody so bad as much as I want Brooke, even minutes after pleasing her, I know I could do it all over again.
It’s just the effect she has on me.
My mind is racing with so many things I want to tell her, do with her, and to her. She on the other hand is suddenly sleepy, calm, and more relaxed then I’ve ever seen her.
I decide to talk living arrangements over with her later, but I know it won’t be long before both of us have to have some serious discussions.
She’s mine now, and I’m hers. I won’t tread softly when it comes to where I want her, which is by my side from now on.
And I’m way past caring what her dad thinks, or her neighbors.
No. I’ve made my mind up. I just hope we’re on the same page because I don’t want her spending another night in this house without me to hold her.
“Mine,” I murmur absently, pulling her a little closer. Feeling and listening to her sleep lightly for a time before she’s ready to get up again.
While she rests, I gently take up the old yearbook with my free hand and thumb through it. Finding not only the pages I’m featured in but a lot more about others I haven’t even thought about for over twenty years.
Some of it is interesting, most of it’s not.
I’ve never been big on nostalgia, but the pages keep flipping back to the same one Brooke has marked.
The half-page photo of me, her dad, and… Naomi Fletcher. That’s her name. I’d almost forgotten.
Geez, we were thick as thieves the three of us, until I got my big break. Until football took over classes, studying, and things like friends.
I had a thing for Naomi, a teenage crush I guess. But I never followed through with it.
A part of me still thinks it was her who started most of the rumors about me.
She only ever put up with me for Mike’s sake, and I could tell it was him she was interested in, not me.
I dunno, it must’ve been about a year after that photo she came to me, really upset.
She told me she was pregnant, but she wouldn’t say who the father was.
I know it wasn’t me, that’s for sure.
She only wanted one of two things, advice or money. Just enough to leave town, or the wisdom of some college jock to convince her to stay and have her kid.
I gave her both. Money and my advice to her was to do what she thought was right. At her age, did she want to be tied down being a single mom, or worse? Did she want to be stuck in a relationship she didn’t want with… whoever the kid’s father was.
Weird. I’ve never even thought about that day until just now.
I gave her all I could spare and wished her luck. I was off at a football training camp, and after that, I fell out of touch with not just her but Mike too. Everyone from college really.
The next time I did try to contact Mike, about a year later, he only took enough time to tell me how much he hated my guts before he hung up on me.