31. Brooke
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***Brooke***
“ Y eah, I’m big in the investment scene. Have you ever heard of a little company called Google?” Jerry Mayhew grinned at my tits and leaned closer. “I own stock in a company that’s going to blow it out of the water.”
I told myself that stabbing some little girl’s dad through the eye with Janet’s paintbrush wasn’t good party guest etiquette. “That’s great.”
“Yeah, investing is how I got my sexy little lady.” He looked like he was trying to throw his hair over his shoulders but he had maybe six hairs on the top of his head and they were all frozen in place, probably from embarrassment. “I mean my car! You thought I meant a woman, huh? Nah, no wife for me right now. I’m always looking, though!”
Janet snorted from behind him and I thought maybe I hadn’t given the woman a fair shake. She’d been offended by being replaced, fairly so, but she’d been glaring at me for almost two hours. That snort made me think we could get along, however.
“So, yeah, I own this Dodge Charger. It’s a new model. Cherry red.” He smacked his lips as he stared even harder at my chest. “Do you want to go out with me tonight? I could give you a real ride. In my car, of course.”
A dark figure loomed over us and I looked up to see Colt glaring at Jerry. He slowly leaned down until we were all face to face to face. “Hey, Brooke?”
I had to ignore Jerry’s loud gulp. “Yeah, Colt?”
“You want to take a ride in Jerry’s car?”
I winced. “No. Not really. Sorry.”
“You want to know why she doesn’t want to take a ride in your car, Jerry?” Colt’s eyes were deadly serious.
Jerry’s forehead started sweating. “I don’t think-”
“She doesn’t want to take a ride in your car, Jerry, because she’s going to be busy riding me tonight. And those tits you couldn’t stop drooling over? They’re going to be painted with my come. Do you get the picture?” Colt placed his hand on Jerry’s shoulder. “Now I’d like to get my face painted like a cat by Brooke, so if you’d kindly fuck off?”
Jerry didn’t utter another sound as he hurried off. I felt kind of bad for the guy, even though he’d been a creep.
Colt was still standing as he gripped the back of my head and roughly tipped my head back. Staring down at me with starving eyes, he growled low in his throat before lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me like he owned me. He didn’t hold back and I felt thoroughly plundered by the kiss. When he let me go, I nearly fell off the back of my stool.
He caught me and then sat in front of me, eyes heavy with desire. “Come on, Brooke. Paint your pussy all over my face.”
I remembered where we were and gasped. “Colt! I can’t believe you did and said any of that!”
Janet snorted again. “Served that dickhead right. He grabbed my ass at a party a week ago.”
Colt moved like he was going to stand up. “Fucking asshole.”
I gripped his thighs and stopped him. “You’re not going to chase down Jerry Mayhew at Sinclair’s birthday party. Noah would murder you and then who would I ride tonight?”
Even though I’d said the last part as a joke, his mouth parted and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “That’s a fair point.”
“My jobs aren’t usually this erotic. It’s making me think, though. What if I did erotic body painting sessions?” Janet tapped her chin while she thought.
“In what way? Do you paint erotic images on people? Or do you paint on people’s erotic places?” I perked up. “Or! Or do you provide the tools and let the couples do the art? You’d have to get paint that was safe to go in…crevices…”
“You’re not doing that.” Colt grunted. “Well. You’re not doing the first couple. I’d let you paint me all over if I could do the same.”
I wasn’t sure I could handle grown man Colt coming onto me. I felt a little weak in the knees.
“You know what? I’d rather use chocolate so I can lick it off of you when I’m done.” He quirked an eyebrow at the paint. “You going to do your job, woman?”
I let out a shaky breath and dipped my brush in the pink paint. I needed a chance to cool off and I knew just the way to take Colt’s sexual prowess down a few degrees. He sat there, watching me intently with his hands slowly running up and down my thighs. His roughened hands on my bare thighs were slowly killing all the work I was putting in to make him less sexy.
Noah joined us just as I was putting the finishing touches on Colt. He snorted out a loud laugh and slowly clapped. “Oh, man. That’s brilliant. You’re amazing, B.”
Colt’s eyes hardened. “Brooke?”
I smiled innocently. “Yes?”
“What did you put on my face?”
I fought back a laugh but my voice was strained from it as I spoke. “Just a cute little piglet, Colt.”
“Don’t go around the kids, man. You look nothing like a cute little piglet and everything like something out of a nightmare.” He wiped his eyes. “What’d you do to piss her off?”
“That’s a very good question.” Colt raised his brows at me. “Brooke? What did I do to piss you off?”
I giggled and saw the way his face softened at the sound. It killed the lady boner killing effect of the painting. “Shit.”
“Do tell.”
I sighed. “I was trying to turn down your sex appeal. It worked, but only for a few seconds. Great.”
The thing about Colt was that he’d never been the light, fun guy. He’d had a rough upbringing and he’d been left on his own when he was too young for that to have been a thing. He was darker than Noah and Logan and I’d loved him for who he was growing up. Something heavy slipped away from him when he threw his head back and laughed at what I’d said. His face brightened, his green eyes shined, and I felt like he’d cracked open my chest and crawled inside.
“Oh, wow.” I bit my lip and glanced around, wondering if everyone else had been as affected by him as I had.
Noah had a big grin on his face and Janet was staring at the back of his head with a smile twisting one side of her mouth higher. The dads who’d been standing off to the back of the tent had dispersed around the time Colt had shown up.
When I looked back at Colt, he was smiling at me with his entire body. I didn’t know how else to describe it. It felt like every part of him was happy with me in that moment. I fanned myself. “Wow, oh, wow. Danger, danger, Will Robinson. There’s trouble ahead.”
“What are you talking about?” He stood up and pulled me to my feet. “You know what? I don’t care. Just keep looking at me like that.”
When he kissed me that time it was shorter and tamer but it sent shock waves all throughout my body. My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing, and I was pretty sure I was on the edge of falling for Colt.
Then I glanced up at where Logan had joined Noah and felt dizzy all over again. It was the three of them. I was on the edge of falling for all three of them.
How the hell would that ever work?