Sliding (The Stone Series) (42 page)

As I come back down to Earth I hear Mac moaning and saying, “Mmmm. You are
delicious. Watching you come is the best sight in the world. Are you okay now?”

“Yes, but I want more. Make love to me Mac, please” I pant breathlessly.

Mac reaches into his drawer and I think he’s pulling out a condom but
instead he hands me a paper. Its blood work results stating that he is in
perfect health.

“I asked your doctor to run a few tests on me too when she was here. I’ve
never been with a woman without a condom, not ever, but you…you’re not like
them. I have never been with anyone I’ve felt like this with. It was always
just fucks with them. I don’t want to fuck you Brook. I want to make love to
you. I’m clean and you said you’re results were clean too. Let me make love to
you, I want to feel myself inside you” Mac says as he moves in between my legs
that spread open for him without reserve.

Mac leans over me and presses his lips against mine. I open my mouth
allowing his tongue entry. He is more erect then I have ever seen, it is angry
looking and in desperate need of another release. Even in his condition he
manages to slowly enter me being careful not to hurt me at first. He moans into
my mouth when he is completely inside of me. The felling of fullness is causing
my no longer ignored muscles to awaken. My insides begin to burn with the
familiar building sensation.

“You have no idea how good you feel to me right now. My. God. Baby.” He
moans with each pump into me. “I’m ruined from this moment on. It has never
felt like this before, not ever. Fuck!”
 

Mac picks up his pace increasing the feeling of fullness mixed with
friction and it’s beyond wonderful. His penis is rubbing against my G-spot
while thrusting into me and his finger starts to make circles around my
clitoris. When he lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth I fall
head first into my second orgasm. The clenching of my orgasm forces Mac to move
faster and cry out, “Fuck. Brook. I’m. Going. To. Fucking. Come. Inside. Of. You.”
as he comes deep inside of my throbbing body.

We don’t move for a long time. Mac stays inside of me until his erection
completely subsides then Mac rolls off of me and pulls me into his arms where I
lay with my head on his chest feeling it raise and lower under me. We don’t
speak. I can hear his breathing start to return to normal along with my own and
I can feel his heart beat and mine begin to synchronize. Just as I am settling
in for some much need post coital slumber I hear a noise in the house and Mac
is on his feet pulling on his shorts without boxers and grabbing his gun.
 

“Stay right here and don’t move. Do you hear me? Stay in here and lock
the door when I walk out” he whispers to me. “I don’t care what you hear from
out there, don’t come out. Keep the door locked and stay here until I tell
you.”

I do as he says even though I don’t want him in danger or to be in a room
where he isn’t if I’m in danger. Within a few seconds of him leaving the room
the house lights go on and then I hear Mac talking and when I hear him laugh
out loud I know we are safe.

“Brook” he calls from the living space. “Come in here, baby, its safe.”

Thank goodness I heard him talking to someone and I don’t go out there
naked. I throw on my clothes and try to fix my “just been fucked and good” hair
as best as I could but I know that I cannot hide the activities that just took
place, they are written all over my face, all over my body. My hair is wild, my
cheeks are flushed and I have this enormous grin on my face that even fear
wasn’t successful in wiping off.

When I step out into the main living space I see Mac hugging a stunningly
attractive blond. She is almost as tall as he is in her heels and it’s clear
that they share a deep fondness for each other. I feel sick to my stomach
wondering if this is an ex-lover as her hands skim across his bare chest. I
continue to grow more ill until I see a man that can only be Jonesie smiling at
me, clearly aware of my growing feelings for his friend. He is as tall and as
wide as Mac, he has blond hair that he wears tight to his head. He continues to
smile at me while he walks towards me before pulling me into a bear hug. Mac
notices and breaks his embrace with Jonesie’s wife and comes to my side to
introduce me to them.

“Brook, this is Jonesie and his wife Tara. Guys, this is Brook.”

We all shake hands and share pleasantries then have a good laugh when Mac
explains that when Jonesie arrived home and saw the lights out he thought we
were out so he came in to turn on the generator so we wouldn’t have to come
home to a dark house. “It almost got him killed” Mac half jokes.

We decide to call it a night with promises of getting to know each other
in the morning. Jonesie agrees to work out with us but Tara just laughs and
tells me I’m nuts. We make plans to have lunch all together instead.

The day after Jonesie and Tara
arrive Jonesie works out with Brook, Sven and I. It’s great to be back in his
company again. He has always been a mentor and a friend to me, even in my
darkest hours. We fool around like school boys and piss Sven off. Because he’s
outnumbered his only source of retaliation against me lies in Brook. Sven makes
sure to gently place his hands on her any and every chance he gets. It only
pisses me off worse, making me want to rip his limbs from his body. When he
leans over Brook from behind while she’s in downward dog I finally give in and
knock off the nonsense with Jonesie to focus on my yoga. That’s when Jonesie
realizes something is different. Until that moment I know he was thinking that
Brook was yet another girl I was taking to bed for a few good fucks before
moving on to something or someone else. After the look he saw on my face and
the reaction Sven got from me he knows she’s more to me than that.

“We need to talk dude, as soon as
we’re done here. Understand?” Jonesie asks.

“Yeah, later. I have all I can do
right now to stretch and keep an eye on that shit” I respond and nod to Sven
who is once again helping Brook to stretch even farther. For no reason I might
add as she is the most flexible human being on the planet, he couldn’t make her
stretch further if she was made of e
lastics.

We finish our workout and Brook
tells me she’s going to her room to shower. She looks confused, like she’s
debating whether she should kiss me or not. I decide that maybe it’s time to
“mark my territory” as they say. I walk over to her and take her into my arms.
I grab her by the nape of her neck with one hand and pull her into me by the
waist with the other as my lips search for hers. She looks up at me and her
lips find mine. It’s her tongue that goes in search of mine first and I feel
her hands run over my head and land at the back of my neck. We break apart and
stare at each other both a little dazed and confused. I smile at her, give her
ass a quick slap and watch as she walks out the door.

“Get a fucking room man” Sven
mumbles as he slaps me on the back and follows Brook out of the room. I can
already feel Jonesie’s stare burning into my back.

“Let’s hit the showers, we can talk
in there. I’m taking a warm one but I think you should turn yours all the way
to cold!” Jonesie jokes.

The next few weeks are filled with the kind of bliss you can only know
with a new lover. Mac and I hold hands everywhere we go. Tara and Jonesie are
wonderful to be with, they’re fun and affectionate with each other but they tease
Mac and I any time we touch, which is all the time. We spend all day and all
night with them. In the days they take us sightseeing, to the movies, out to
lunch or we just hang out in the house or on the beach. At night we go to
dinner with them or cook out on the deck.

One night they take us to a dance club.

“I can’t wait to see the famous Brook Taylor in action” Tara says. “I
love the videos you choreograph and I can’t wait to steal a move or two from
you.”

We are able to jump the line and get right in. The guys lead us to a
table next to the dance floor and when they return they have smirks on their
faces. A waitress isn’t far behind them carrying a tray with beers, shots and
mixed drinks. This is going to be a night to remember, the only problem is if I
drink that much I won’t remember a thing.

We start off doing a few shots. I can only manage two; the rest of the
table drinks their five and then shares my other three. The beers go down like
water after the shots and when the first beats of “I Will Survive” come on Mac
looks my way and smirks.

“The dance floor is all yours my queen. You’ve earned this song.”

I look at the dance floor and he’s right, it’s clear. He must have done
something to pull this off. I shake my head at him and pull them all with me to
the center of the floor where we dance and laugh together. When the song
changes the boys head back to the table. They kiss Tara and me on the cheek and
telling us to break a leg. We dance to a couple of songs before the alcohol
hits me hard. By the third song I am swaying on my feet. When Mac comes up
behind me and lifts my arms over my head I am glad to have his body for
support. I rest my head back on his chest. That’s when I realize it’s not Mac.
The chest my head is on is not as defined or as large as Mac’s. The hands that
are now reaching around my stomach pulling me into his body are not Mac’s; the
small erect penis that is pushing into my back is certainly not Mac’s. I am too
intoxicated to move fast enough and Tara doesn’t seem to be processing what’s
happening any faster than I am. Mac clearly doesn’t have the same problem; he
is in front of me with a look of a killer in his eyes.

“Walk away while you still have the use of your legs” Mac says very
calmly as he pulls me into his arms. Thankfully the guy does as he’s told and
Tara and I start to laugh.

“Okay girls, maybe it’s time to sit a few out and get your sea legs back”
Jonesie says while leading us back to our table. The waitress brings us some
waters and Tara and I greedily gulp each of ours right down. We sit and chat
until a slow song comes on and the boys ask us to dance. Mac has to support my
body; I can barely stand on my own. I am so drunk but I have had the best time
with my new friends.
 

It’s the first night since the first time we made love that we don’t have
sex. Instead we spend our night in the bathroom. I am on hands and knees puking
into the toilet while Mac is holding my hair and flushing after each stomach
spasm. When I have purged everything in my body he carries me to his bed and
places me under the covers. He kisses me softly on the forehead and spoons
himself around me. I sleep a fitful sleep that night, tossing and turning in
his arms.

The letter from Tate arrives in the mail the following day. I stare at it
for hours and refuse to open it. I refuse to open it all day and for three days
after that. I finally get the courage to open it on the fourth day. I know it
hurts Mac when he sees me take it into my bedroom and close the door. I don’t
want to hurt him but I have to be alone to read this. I think about turning on
some music but then think better of it.

I open the large manila envelope and first remove the CD that I knew
would be in there. I put it aside and remove the letter that is written on
Taylor Studios letterhead. I unfold it and just stare at the words, not reading
them for a long time. When I finally force my eyes to focus and my mind to
process I sink down on the floor and begin to read.

My
Dearest Brooklynn,

First
allow me to say that there will never be words or songs created to express
myself properly to you in this moment. I will not make excuses to you or lie
any longer. I will tell you that I am sorry for hurting you, I am sorry for
everything I have done.

Thank
you for letting me know that you are safe. I assumed correctly that you have
taken Mac on as your body guard, I’m glad to know you have someone well trained
looking after you. I am confused as to why you are in hiding and not telling
anyone where you are. Are you fucking someone? Have you been all along?

I’m
sorry, you don’t deserve that. When I stop and think about it, you’ve never
done anything to make me not trust you. It has always been my guilty conscience
projecting guilt onto you. You are right not to be surprised by my infidelity.
I am sick to have to admit to you that it has been going on for a long time. But
please know that not one other girl ever meant a thing to me. They were always
the worse experiences of my life and after the guilt would eat me alive. I have
no explanation for why I did what I did, I can only say I regret every minute
of it and if I could go back and change things I would. If you would consider
giving me another chance I promise I would change, I would never stray again.

Please
listen to the enclosed CD, as you said in your letter we have always
communicated best through music. I know you are angry and hurt and don’t want
to see me just yet but I will not give you up without a fight. I am sorry for
causing you pain and I mean it when I say that I want you to be happy but I
don’t believe that you can be happy without me. That is why I will not sign the
divorce papers until you agree to meet with me face to face.