emptiness and
need. Yet the clock was ticking for her.
Chapter 5
Dating…
“ Hold me,” Brook murmured,
cuddling against Coy. They stood on the front porch.
It was awkward with the crutch, but he
gathered her against him, moaning when his rough hand smoothed over
her backless dress.
“ You’re hard again.” She
laughed breathlessly.
“ Don’t talk about it,” he
muttered against her hair, his eyes squeezed shut. “I’m trying to
wait for you.”
“ You've had a lot of girls,
haven’t you?”
“ Hush, Brook, we’ve been
down this road.”
She raised her head, her eyes
shimmering in the moonlight. Searching his handsome face, she
whispered, “Between waiting, and Mom, you’re going to get tired of
me.”
He cupped her face, swallowing thickly.
“I want you. It’s all I think about, every song I hear or play.
Hell, you’ve managed to get to me. I‘ve never felt this
before.”
Thrilled and scared, she turned her
head and bit his thumb. She husked shyly, “I want to. On Prom
Night, after the dance. I want you to carry me off, and make love
to me.”
He shuddered and leaned forward, taking
her mouth in a deep, raw kiss, that had her clinging to him. His
hands got carried away and slid through the back slit, touching her
silky skin. When his hips started arching into her, Coy stopped the
kiss. He breathed hot against her hair, “I hope I can hold out that
long.”
Brook was dizzy, high as a kite, and
crazy in love. She let her hands roam the overheated sinew of his
frame. He was built so solid, cut, and tanned. Better than any
pretty boy movie star. Coy was more a man than the other boys at
school were were. He made her feel feminine and sexy. She wanted
him—and it scared her to death.
“ Don’t let Mom drive you
away.” She buried her lips against his strong throat.
He murmured, “I won’t. I can’t let that
happen. I know it’s about my Uncle Mitch now.”
Brook jerked back, staring at him.
“What?”
He adjusted the crutch, leaned against
the banister, and explained quietly, “She and Uncle Mitch were a
couple, but something went wrong. Probably Grandma Dovie. She’s not
the same now, but used to run everyone’s life. Anyway, Uncle Mitch
drank a lot afterwards. He said it killed him to lose Madeline. He
implied there was a big difference between his version, and your
mom’s accusations.”
“ I can’t believe it. I
can’t. If Mom had him, why would she marry my dad—who was totally
wrong for her? He’s my dad and I love him, but God Almighty, they
were horrible together. “Mom and Mitch.” Brook made a strangled
sound.
It was simply too much. The mother she
knew baked cookies, ironed uniforms and watched PBS. Her mom and
dad had been as strangers in the house, and honestly, as far as
sexy men went Madeline acted as though she never noticed them. She
was as homebody as they came.
She might be young, but Mitch was a
hunk, a wild Copper Creek hunk, even with silver hair. He was...
Well, he was sexy, and her mom wasn’t. She couldn’t imagine her
doing anything with Mitch. She could not wrap her mind around her
mom being sexual at all.
She said some of that aloud and Coy
told her, “Something sure screwed up. She blames him, hates us. You
know that.”
Brook was still stunned. “Mitch…before
my dad?” She blinked and shook her head. Then she laughed
awkwardly. “Do you think they were real lovers?”
“ Jason says, Uncle Mitch has
a whole album of pictures of them. My dad took them when they
dated. He says, they look as though they’re completely wrapped up
in each other. He says there’s one taken from a distance and you
can tell they’re kissing, the French kind for sure.”
Brook frowned. She sat down
in the wicker chair, uncaring her formal was getting creased. “Mom
lives like a nun, she won’t even date. Daddy always has a polished
girlfriend. But, Mom, dude — I thought she was one of those
need. Yet the clock was ticking for her.
Chapter 5
Dating…
“ Hold me,” Brook murmured,
cuddling against Coy. They stood on the front porch.
It was awkward with the crutch, but he
gathered her against him, moaning when his rough hand smoothed over
her backless dress.
“ You’re hard again.” She
laughed breathlessly.
“ Don’t talk about it,” he
muttered against her hair, his eyes squeezed shut. “I’m trying to
wait for you.”
“ You've had a lot of girls,
haven’t you?”
“ Hush, Brook, we’ve been
down this road.”
She raised her head, her eyes
shimmering in the moonlight. Searching his handsome face, she
whispered, “Between waiting, and Mom, you’re going to get tired of
me.”
He cupped her face, swallowing thickly.
“I want you. It’s all I think about, every song I hear or play.
Hell, you’ve managed to get to me. I‘ve never felt this
before.”
Thrilled and scared, she turned her
head and bit his thumb. She husked shyly, “I want to. On Prom
Night, after the dance. I want you to carry me off, and make love
to me.”
He shuddered and leaned forward, taking
her mouth in a deep, raw kiss, that had her clinging to him. His
hands got carried away and slid through the back slit, touching her
silky skin. When his hips started arching into her, Coy stopped the
kiss. He breathed hot against her hair, “I hope I can hold out that
long.”
Brook was dizzy, high as a kite, and
crazy in love. She let her hands roam the overheated sinew of his
frame. He was built so solid, cut, and tanned. Better than any
pretty boy movie star. Coy was more a man than the other boys at
school were were. He made her feel feminine and sexy. She wanted
him—and it scared her to death.
“ Don’t let Mom drive you
away.” She buried her lips against his strong throat.
He murmured, “I won’t. I can’t let that
happen. I know it’s about my Uncle Mitch now.”
Brook jerked back, staring at him.
“What?”
He adjusted the crutch, leaned against
the banister, and explained quietly, “She and Uncle Mitch were a
couple, but something went wrong. Probably Grandma Dovie. She’s not
the same now, but used to run everyone’s life. Anyway, Uncle Mitch
drank a lot afterwards. He said it killed him to lose Madeline. He
implied there was a big difference between his version, and your
mom’s accusations.”
“ I can’t believe it. I
can’t. If Mom had him, why would she marry my dad—who was totally
wrong for her? He’s my dad and I love him, but God Almighty, they
were horrible together. “Mom and Mitch.” Brook made a strangled
sound.
It was simply too much. The mother she
knew baked cookies, ironed uniforms and watched PBS. Her mom and
dad had been as strangers in the house, and honestly, as far as
sexy men went Madeline acted as though she never noticed them. She
was as homebody as they came.
She might be young, but Mitch was a
hunk, a wild Copper Creek hunk, even with silver hair. He was...
Well, he was sexy, and her mom wasn’t. She couldn’t imagine her
doing anything with Mitch. She could not wrap her mind around her
mom being sexual at all.
She said some of that aloud and Coy
told her, “Something sure screwed up. She blames him, hates us. You
know that.”
Brook was still stunned. “Mitch…before
my dad?” She blinked and shook her head. Then she laughed
awkwardly. “Do you think they were real lovers?”
“ Jason says, Uncle Mitch has
a whole album of pictures of them. My dad took them when they
dated. He says, they look as though they’re completely wrapped up
in each other. He says there’s one taken from a distance and you
can tell they’re kissing, the French kind for sure.”
Brook frowned. She sat down
in the wicker chair, uncaring her formal was getting creased. “Mom
lives like a nun, she won’t even date. Daddy always has a polished
girlfriend. But, Mom, dude — I thought she was one of those
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