Chapter Five
Brooks
We sit in the kitchen, drinking wine and discussing tomorrow’s plans. “We’re going to have a big day as soon as the sun is up.” I’ve kept my eyes on all the different tracking systems and my phone has been blowing up with messages from the agencies who are keeping me informed. It’s no wonder politicians age much quicker than others. I never felt so damn stressed. So many lives are at stake, and all I can do is pray that everyone listens to our requests to vacate and take shelter in the specialized areas that would be safe.
“We’ll head over and assess the damage if we can get through the roads, but what if it’s flooded?” It’s a big concern, but fortunately, I have a contingency plan in place after going over it with the FEMA command center.
“There are lots of boats tied up away from the shore that we can bring into town. Also, there is one here to use if necessary.”
“I can’t believe you put this together within two days.”
“The town did. We only have two thousand residents, and most of our people have their own preparedness kits.” I am fortunate to be the mayor of a small hamlet.
“You’re right.”
“Wow, I believe that might be a first.”
“That you’re right or that I’m admitting it?”
“The latter.”
“It might not happen often. It’s the wine talking,” Taylor says.
“I’m sure it is. Maybe I should take it away from you.” I reach out to take it, but she pulls it back.
“Don’t you dare. I need it.” She tosses back the glass, finishing the drink in one long gulp.
“Whoa, calm down, sweetheart,” I say, reaching out and taking the glass from her hands.
“I’m fine, Brooks.” She rolls her pretty blue eyes and sighs.
I close the distance, leaving little space between her thighs and mine. “Are you? You called me Brooks.”
“You told me to, Mr.” I pressed my hand to her mouth, stopping her from continuing that nonsense. Fuck, the jolt of pleasure from my fingers against her lips shoots through every nerve in my body.
“Don’t do it. Call me Brooks, or I’ll take away your wine.” We both eyed the bottle on the counter between us.
“You wouldn’t be so mean,” she gasps.
I cup her cheek and look into her eyes. “Try me.”
Her phone rang, interrupting the growing tension. We both reached for her purse, and I pulled back because it wasn’t my right to go digging through her bag. “Is it that asshole from earlier?”
“What asshole?” she questioned.
“That Bryan?” I say through clenched teeth, my hand sliding up her arm to the back of her neck.
“I don’t know,” Taylor answers with a light moan. She pulls it out, and it’s that fucker.
“Didn’t you tell him that you’d call? He’s a fucking stalker.”
“Bryan’s not a stalker.”
I fist her chocolate-colored hair, my face inches from hers as I lean in and ask, “Are you two fucking?”
She lightly shakes her head and answers so softly, “No.”
“Then he has no reason for calling you like a hungry little bitch.” The phone rang again, and I snatched it and answered it for her without taking my eyes off her face. “Hello.”
“Who is this?”
“Mayor Payne. Ms. Phillips is too busy to take your call. Is there something I can help you with?”
“No, I only want to speak with her.” The tone in his voice told me all I needed to know. This call was exactly what I thought it was, marking his fucking territory.
“Well, that’s tough. She’s busy for the foreseeable future.” I ended the call, released my hold on her, walked to the garbage bin that was hidden inside the cabinet, and tossed the phone in the trash.
“What the hell was that about?” Taylor hollers with her hands placed on her sexy hips, drawing attention to her apex.
I mime, dusting off my hands. “I told you Bryan was a damn stalker.”
“He’s not. Just because he wants to go out on a date with me doesn’t make him a stalker. It’s not like I’ve turned him down.”
“I thought you said you weren’t dating this motherfucker?”
“I’m not, but I haven’t given him a yes or a no. Why does it matter to you?”
“Because he’s not good enough for you.”
“Well, who is good enough for me then?”
“No one…”
“That’s not a good answer.” She jumps off the stool and heads to the trash can, but I’m faster. I slide my hand around her waist and drag her to me, dropping my mouth onto hers. My kiss is frenzied, hungry, pent-up lust and anger driving me. I run my teeth and lips down the column of her throat and back up to her mouth.
“Brooks,” she moans between breaths.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t be kissing you,” I grunt more to myself than to her.
“No, you shouldn’t.” I don’t stop. Instead, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her upstairs to my bedroom, where I lay Taylor on the bed.
Sliding over her, our bodies rock together. “You should tell me to stop.”
“I should, but I’m not going to.”
“You’ve been drinking,” I reminded both of us.
“I’ve wanted you since we first met, Mayor Payne.” Her confession goes straight to my balls, depleting the blood flow to my brain.
“I’ve warned you about that.”
“Are you going to punish me?”
“Not yet. I’ll save that for another time, but for right now, I want you naked and your thighs wrapped around my head so I can drown between your legs. Open up.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now that’s what I want to hear.” I slid down her legs, running my fingers over the smooth nylons, wanting them off her skin. My hands want to feel her completely bare to me, to feel her, to reach out with every part of me and own her.
Her pussy is so sweet. I rub my hands over her thighs as I stare at the treasure before me. “God, I’m in heaven.”
I’ve waited for this moment for so long and fantasized about her in every which way. The thunder rumbles outside like the pounding on my chest, and I can’t hold out any longer. I dive in, brushing my tongue along her slit, watching as she bucks her hips upward, twisting, moaning, loving every moment as my tongue delves into her sweetness, craving me, loving what I’m doing to her; every part of me wants more of her cries.
I finger fuck her pussy, sticking inch by inch deeper into a little tight hole, stretching it as much as I can while I’m sipping up her sweet juices. The wetter she gets, the more I drink. She’s so damn good I can’t get enough. My hands cup her ass and lift her bottom off the bed, thighs over my shoulders as I devour her cunt.
“Brooks, Brooks,” she moans, fisting my hair and her feet digging into my ribs.
“Come, baby. Taylor. Come on my tongue.” My thumb presses into her entrance while I suck on her juicy core. “Soak my face, that’s a fucking order.” I slap her ass, and my sweet Taylor body tightens, and her pussy flexes. Her sexy cry follows, ripping through her in a husky voice.
“So damn sexy,” I growl. Taylor’s eyelids droop and a soft yawn falls from her pretty lips. “Baby, get some sleep.” I kiss my way up her body and wrap the covers over her.
“What about you?”
“Making you come is all I need.” I needed to fill her up with all my seed, but it could wait. I kissed her lips gently and then lay beside her.
Her breathing slows, and she falls asleep. Smiling, I hold her to me as the weather picks up to a dangerous fever pitch. Luckily, we’re a little farther away from the storm, but the danger isn’t over, so I stay up and monitor the system. The storm has made landfall, and it’s swift and hard. I head into my study to check the cameras around the town to see if any can give me a view of the storm and the damage so far. Some areas are holding up better than others, but it appears that we’re already seeing some major damage right on the main strip where my sister’s business is located.
“Fuck.” I sent Knight a message and am waiting for him to respond. Less than a minute later, he sent me a short reply that they were safely away from Sweet Temptation. I breathe a sigh of relief because her shop can be repaired.