16. Sydney
Chapter sixteen
Sydney
“I think I’ll need to shower for the rest of my life,” I said as we took the drive back to the farmhouse. We had just left the butchery. Though I managed to avoid a full inspection, it was still much more than I could stomach.
Beau was very kind, though. He was a bit older than Brooks and showed us photos of his wife and kids. They looked like such a happy family. He threw barbs at Brooks every once in a while, but that seemed to be a sibling thing. I didn’t have any, and barely any family, so I couldn’t really relate.
I looked at the vanity mirror of the truck. I’d put my hair up in a ponytail. When it wasn’t blown out, it got this strange half-curly, half-straight look that I wasn’t a fan of, so it was better to keep it back. I’d also put my contacts in, though they were starting to bother me. I might have to wear my glasses going forward.
“It wasn’t that bad. You don’t even have a drop of blood on you,” Brooks said with a grin.
“And that’s all luck.” I’d been very careful during sample collection.
I expected us to go right back to the farm, but Brooks turned the truck left, I was pretty sure in the direction of town. “Where are we going?” I asked.
“I have a little surprise for you.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I was excited.
After last night, and me behaving like a coward and running as soon as I could, I wasn’t sure where we stood, but I couldn’t deny how delicious it had all been. Dominance wasn’t something I normally did, but having Brooks on his knees for me like that hadn’t only been a huge turn-on but also made me feel alive . He was huge and strong and could have easily taken over whenever he wanted, but he liked being dominated, wanted me to take control, and that made it even hotter.
I kept dreading him bringing up last night while wanting him to at the same time. It was… incredible. I’d never had sex like that, and I wasn’t sure I would again. It made me even more sure about my crush, which was not ideal, to say the least. What the hell am I doing?
And also… What now? I didn’t think we could date… right? The city was far, but not so far we couldn’t visit. And maybe after a while I could move here…
Wait, what? I had never thought of leaving the city. I always assumed it was the only place that offered any opportunity for me, but something about Hallow’s Cove—about the farm—felt almost magical.
I gazed at the shops as we passed, already recognizing some of the faces of the people walking by. One of which made me do a double take.
Matilda was there, walking with Brooks’s grandfather, hand in hand.
“Did you see that?” I asked, pointing out the window.
“See what?” Brooks looked over.
I could tell the moment he caught it because his eyes widened. “What are they doing?”
“Looks like they’re on a date,” I drawled, waggling my brows.
Brooks shook his head. “Please never say that again.”
The laugh that left me was almost a cackle. “But what if it’s true?”
“Then it’s none of my business. I don’t need to know.”
His reaction made me laugh harder, and I was wiping the tears from my eyes when we pulled up in front of a store I’d yet to go to.
Deja Doo, the sign hanging from the front said. Hair and nail salon.
My brows furrowed as I looked at it. “Brooks, why are we here?”
He looked a bit sheepish. “I know I can’t fix your camera, but I could tell you had your hair done. Since it got all wet yesterday, I thought I could at least fix that, so I made you an appointment.”
I didn’t know what to say. Most people never noticed my hair at all. No one had ever given me a gift this thoughtful.
For a moment, I felt a bit choked up, but managed to push that down. I turned to Brooks and pressed a kiss to his lips. He seemed surprised but quickly kissed me back. I had meant for it to be a short thing, but then I kissed him again and again.
I licked his lips, and he let me in easily, his hand coming around my waist, pulling me as close as he could. I moved across the middle seat, wanting to be closer to him.
His hand ran over my thigh, down to my ass, giving it a squeeze through my jeans. He moaned in my mouth at the feel, and warmth flooded my core.
When we finally pulled away, his lips were pink and swollen, so pretty I felt the need to lean in one more time and bite the bottom one, just as I took the chance to run my hand over his hardened length.
Brooks let out a rugged sigh, one laced with pleasure. “You need to go before I turn this truck around and take you to my bed. Maybe we can even use that little blue thing you have stashed away.”
“Is that a promise?” I asked. I knew he’d seen it, but now, it just turned me on to think about. “Because, if it is, I think I’d rather have something larger instead.”
The sound that came from him had me wetter than I cared to admit. “Enjoy your appointment, I’ll pick you up after,” he said against my lips.
“Okay.” I gave him one more quick kiss before getting out and heading toward the door.
It was a cute place I’d seen on our outings before. It was a purple building with a matching sign with big, bold, black letters spelling out the business name.
I stepped up onto the porch and went inside. There, it looked exactly the way I’d expected a small-town salon to look. Only a couple of stations lined the walls, with the washing sinks in the back and a few sitting dryers along with it. I could hear the whirl of the hair dryer and smell the artificial good smell of the products they used.
“Welcome,” a short woman behind the counter said. She had long hair and pointed ears. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes; should be under Sydney.”
She ran her finger over the ledger in front of her. “Yes, Sydney, I see you here. You’re with Flora today. Let me go grab her for you.”
“Thanks.” She scurried to the back, and I leaned against the counter as I waited. Though Brooks wasn’t doing anything to make me feel uncomfortable—quite the opposite, actually—having some time away from him would hopefully get my head on straight and allow me to think about anything else.
From the back of the salon came the receptionist along with a beautiful woman who, if I had to guess, was a fairy. She had long, shimmering blue wings that were tucked neatly behind her, long curls that framed her face, and bright pink eyeliner that almost glowed against her deep skin.
“Are you Sydney?” she asked.
I nodded. “You must be Flora.”
“That I am. Why don’t you come back to my chair, and we can take a look at your hair?”
I followed her toward what was clearly her station. It had colorful tools scattered on the desk and photos up on the wall behind her mirror, ranging from what looked like personal photos to things she ripped out of a magazine.
“So what do you want to do today?” She ran her fingers through my hair as she talked, looking at me through the mirror.
“A blowout, and maybe some kind of hydrating treatment. I sort of took a tumble in a pond, and it’s been dry ever since.”
Her face twisted in question, but she didn’t say anything. “That makes sense. We can do all that. And maybe a light trim; you have a few split ends.”
“Please.”
She got out the cape, put it around me, and took me over to the wash bowl. I lay my head back and let my eyes close. The sound of the water came through as she turned on the sprayer and adjusted the temperature. I jumped a bit as it touched my scalp.
“Is the water okay?” she asked, and I was so relaxed, I just nodded.
“So, what brings you to Hallow’s Cove? You’re a bit out of the regular tourist season.”
“Work,” I told her. “I’m doing an inspection on the Hoffman Farm.”
“Oh, that’s exciting. They have the best produce. I can’t wait for the farmer’s market to open this year.”
“I can’t wait either,” one of the other women chimed in from another chair. “And those Hoffman men. How I wish I could scoop one up.”
Flora snorted. “I think most of them are scooped up.”
“There are still a couple left,” she insisted. “I think Bryce is still on the market. And I’m sure Brooks is as well. He spends so much time working that we rarely see him. But wouldn’t I love a piece of that farm man.”
My face heated at the conversation, and white-hot jealousy streaked through me. There was no reason for that. Brooks wasn’t mine, and one night and a few kisses didn’t change that. But as much as I told my brain that, my heart didn’t care.
“Who wouldn’t?” someone else chimed in. “Men and women have been chasing him since high school. But he’s never seemed interested in settling down.”
“One day he has to,” the first person said. “You need lots of kids to run a farm that large.”
That statement had my mind wandering. What would have happened if he’d taken me home to his bed instead ? What would have happened if we had gone further yesterday?
No, I wasn’t considering kids or anything, but my mind traveled anyway. I remembered the feel of his body against mine, his calloused hands caressing me in his gentle way. The feel of his horns in my hands as he went down on me.
The water flicked back on suddenly and was super cold, causing me to fling my eyes open and almost sit up.
“Sorry!” Flora said. “Sometimes the water goes cold for a second. It’s good now.”
“No problem.” Honestly, a splash of cold water was exactly what I needed.
Fuck. Me.
Brooks picked me up right after my appointment and drove us home. When I got in the car, he complimented my hair a bunch, and I couldn’t say I disagreed with him. Flora gave me a few extra layers and did a great job with the blowout. The way he looked at me made me warm all over. We picked up Chicken on our way back, but I couldn't get back soon enough. I had a plan, one I’d formulated since being in the chair.
When we got home, I slipped into my room and pulled out the little black silk sleep shorts I had and the matching camisole top. I didn’t put on a bra or panties, and I could already feel my nipples poking through as the top rubbed against them. I also finally took my irritating contacts out and slid on my thick-rimmed glasses.
When I stepped out into the living room, Brooks was there, a checkbook on his lap and his face in full concentration.
He glanced up at me, then back down, eyes wide.
I shuffled on my feet, being a bit coy. “What?”
He set the booklet aside and walked until he was right in front of me.
“I’ve just… never seen you in glasses.”
I pushed them up on instinct. I had expected him to comment on everything else I was wearing, and for a moment, I felt self-conscious.
“Is that a problem?” My voice was harsher than I meant it.
He shook his head with a smile, his hands finding their way to my hips. “No; it’s… really hot.”
My cheeks tinged pink. “So, just to clarify—it’s not the thin outfit that’s hot, it’s the glasses?”
“It’s you,” he replied honestly as his hands began to creep up the sides of my thighs, trailing under my shorts.
His fingers were warm against my skin, making goose bumps break out all over. “You’re a real flirt,” I said, a bit uneasy.
“Again, only for you.”
He pushed me back onto the couch, his body over me, making me feel even smaller than I normally did around him. My hands ran up under his shirt, feeling his toned abs and moving up to his hard pecs. His nipples were hard, and I couldn’t help but flick one. I got the exact response I wanted, the breathy moan that left him so sweet to my ears.
“Do you like that, baby?” I asked.
“I like everything you do to me.”
The power I felt around this man was inexplicably sexy. It made me wonder how far I could push him. Could I tie him up? Could I cause him a little pain?
Could I fuck him?
I knew we weren’t quite there, but pegging had always been a fantasy of mine. I never had a long-term partner to bring it up, but I always found it fascinating and wondered if that was something Brooks would be interested in.
Back to the present, I continued playing with his nipples. He squirmed over me, but I wanted more.
“Strip and sit,” I said. He backed off and tore his shirt up over his head before yanking his pants and underwear down. I stood, and we swapped spots.
“Give me one sec.” I ran to the room and grabbed my little blue rabbit, his comment earlier giving me confidence he’d want to use it. And right now, I wanted to give him everything he wanted, even if it was my dominance.
I came back and stared at his perfect naked form. He was good and made no move to touch himself. His cock wept the longer I stared at him, precum dribbling out of the slit.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, and his eyes widened with the movement.
“Hold my hair?” I asked.
“Anything for you, honey.” His fingers ran through it and held it off my face. I took my time, rubbing my hands up and down his furred thighs. I ran my hand up his length, pushing his foreskin up and back down over his pink tip. God, he was big ; thinking about fitting him inside me made me nervous.
My hand traveled further down to his knot. I’d never seen one before, but it was just a small swell at the bottom that seemed to get bigger the more I played with him.
I wrapped my hand around it, and he jerked beneath me hard. For a moment, I worried I had hurt him, but as I gazed up, I realized he liked it. I ran my hand up around it again, giving it a bit of a squeeze this time.
“Fuck, Syd, you’re gonna kill me.”
I hummed. “Are you sensitive here?”
He nodded, lip between his teeth.
I gave it another squeeze, tighter this time. “I asked you a question; I want a real answer.”
“Ah! Yes, it’s sensitive, but it feels so good.”
“That’s my good boy, I have something even better for you.” I held the toy out and he looked at it with wide eyes, like he hadn’t expected it, hadn’t noticed earlier.
The buzz sounded around us as I flicked it on and touched his thigh with it, making him jump. “Can I use it?” He swallowed heavily. “Please.” I brought the vibrating toy down further, towards his cock. He squirmed at the feeling, but didn’t jerk as I brought it down to his balls, letting it pleasure him there. I could see his strain not to shove me down, but I wanted him to.
I pulled off him, gasping as I did. Saliva fell from the corners of my mouth. “Do you want to fuck my mouth, baby?” I asked bluntly.
“Yes, please,” he begged. Having this strong man whimper and beg with his need for me had me reeling.
“If I need you to stop, I’ll do this.” I pinched his leg hard.
“Got it.”
I put my mouth around him and let him adjust his hands in my hair. He started slow, letting himself get the feel of how deep he could go. It didn’t take him long to pick up his pace, fucking me in earnest. I ran my tongue under the bottom as he did, needing to taste him more.
He held me down for a moment, choking me long enough for tears to spring to my eyes. Over and over again, he fucked me like I was just a toy. My fingers traced down to my clit, rubbing it hard. The slight air deprivation had me craving release.
He watched me touching myself and pumped harder, chasing his own release. “I’m gonna come,” he breathed. “Where do you want me to—”
At that, I met his eyes and doubled down, sucking him harder. I took the vibrator and brought it up, holding it on his knot and turning it up.
“Fuck,” he said as he slammed into me one final time and filled my mouth with him. I came hard then, the taste of him pushing me over the edge. Hard enough that I even gushed onto the floor and could feel myself dripping.
I tried to swallow as he came, but it was much more than I thought. When I started to choke, he pulled out, but he wasn’t quite done, so he jerked himself as he did, spraying the last of it on my face, dripping down onto my tits.
Brooks was laid back, boneless on the couch with his cock in his hand, still hard as a rock. Though I felt partially sated, I wanted to go all the way.
I wanted him buried inside me.
“Where’s that bed you mentioned earlier?”