19. Brooks
19
Brooks
I awake to the light streaming in from the hotel window. I can’t remember the last time that has happened. Damn, what is this girl doing to me? This slacking shit is gonna have to stop.
But then I look down at the woman sleeping on my shoulder. My resolve melts yet again. I normally have the hardest time staying in the moment with women. Not that I have ever tried too hard. I had other shit to focus on. But with Gemma, she has some weird power over me. Moments with her are the only things that exist when she’s near.
She begins to stir on my shoulder and for a moment I feel guilty for waking her. But then she snuggles in closer and throws her leg across me. My dick responds instantly. What the fuck is wrong with me? She must feel it against her leg because she begins to rub her leg against me. Fuuucccck.
“Already ready to take this cock again baby?”
“Mmmhmm”, she replies sleepily.
I flip her onto her back and climb on top of her, lifting her arms above her head and pinning them there with one hand. Her eyes pop wide open as a sultry smile spreads across her face. I grind my body against her once and can tell that she is already ready for me. “Mmmm. I’m taking you hard and fast this morning. You gonna be a good girl and come again with me?”
“Yes,” she breathes, arching her body towards me.
I line my cock up and enter her at an agonizingly slow pace again. I let her adjust to me before I do exactly what I promised, fuck her hard and fast. When both of us are nothing but ragged breaths, I release her hands and reposition us so that her feet rest on my shoulders. I have more control this way and it gives me access to rub her clit while I pound into her. It doesn’t take long before I feel her body tighten and I know I have gotten her exactly where I want her. I slam into her harder and she moans out my name. With that, we both spill over the edge.
Fuck. I have never given much thought to whether a woman I was with got off or not. I suppose that makes me a complete dick. But I am addicted to this woman. Every noise she makes when she gets close is intoxicating and I can’t get enough of it. She is ruining me and as much as I want to fight it, I don’t.
When we have both caught our breath, it takes everything I have in me to peel my eyes from her naked body. I know we have a lot to accomplish today. But I also know that we will have to head back to Sunflower Springs today, and I won’t have her to myself anymore. I hate the thought of that.
But whether I want it or not, it has to be done. So, I roll out of the bed and head into the bathroom to wash up. While Gemma is in the bathroom getting dressed and freshening up, I tidy up our room so we will be ready to leave when she gets done. We decide to have breakfast at the diner this morning in hopes of getting some more information.
The breakfast crowd seems to be a smaller group. The parking lot at Hattie Beth’s Diner isn’t empty but it definitely isn’t as full as it had been at lunch yesterday. I know that is a promising sign, if Lorelai’s aunt has shown up today. The lady that we spoke to yesterday assured us Lottie would be here this morning.
I have to stifle a laugh when I think about how quickly things had changed between us in less than 24 hours. Yesterday we walked into this place tense and awkward. I had known she was nervous, but she tried to hide it and I wasn’t sure how to respond. Today as we walk towards the door, she gives me a nervous glance, so I grab her hand. I feel her relax instantly. “I won’t leave your side,” I assure her. Her smile is something I didn’t know I needed so badly.
When we walk through the door we are greeted with a warm smile.
“Here for Lottie again?” the older woman asks. When we both nod, she continues with, “Well, alright. I do believe she has an empty table in her section. Follow me”
I give a quick squeeze to Gemma’s hand as we follow the woman to our table. When our waitress follows behind us, I take one look at her and instantly recognize those eyes. Their similarity to the eyes I spent my night staring into is unsettling.
It is as if everyone feels the realization at the same time because the older lady that led us to the table breaks the silence with, “Lottie why don’t you get their order and then take your break. I’ll keep an eye on the kitchen and make sure to get the order out on time.” Lottie gives her a nervous but thankful look before asking us if we are ready to order or if she needs to give us a minute and check back.
Both of us are pretty simple breakfast eaters so we are able to order without even glancing at the menu. The look of relief on Lottie’s face is palpable. She scurries off to give the kitchen our order and I look at Gemma across the table to find her eyes as big as saucers.
“Brooks that has to be her,” she says in a whisper.
“I think you’re right,” I assure her. “But she does look a bit like a deer in headlights, so take it slow and easy with her, baby.”
We both crack a smile, no doubt because we both are taken back to the last time I called her baby. She rubs my leg with her foot under the table. But then we both hear footsteps followed by Lottie clearing her throat.
“Mind if I join ya for a bit?” she asks hesitantly.
Gemma looks just as hesitant, so I take the lead.“Please,” I say, trying to sound reassuring. Lottie pulls a chair up to the end of our table.