Hidden Desires (10 page)

Grant stared at her. "For a change? What the hell are you talking about?"

Brooke stared back at him blankly. "You bore me." She walked past him and into the bedroom.

Grant stood there, stunned. "I bore you? Since when? What's gotten into you?" He followed her into the bedroom. "Brooke! I'm talking to you!"

Brooke pulled some clothes out of a drawer and threw them on the bed. She turned to look at her boyfriend and began getting undressed.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you answering me? What's wrong with you?" Grant was almost livid.

Brooke calmly disrobed watching Grant intently. Once she was naked, she stood there with a hand on her hip.

Grant looked at her like she was crazy. "Have you been drinking?" He asked, seriously concerned.

"Look at me Grant, I want to see you look at me." Brown eyes drifted quickly up and down Brooke's bare form then met her eyes again.

Brooke chuckled. "That's what I thought. I bore you, and you bore me," she said as she walked into the bathroom.

Grant stood there completely confused. "What the hell is she talking about??"

 
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Brooke stood under the shower spray and sighed.
If he looked at me with half as much enthusiasm as Cayden, I'd have been happy.
She bent her head down and let the spray hit the back of her neck.
I've got some serious thinking to do,
she decided.
I don't belong here.

 
*  *  *

Grant's anger totally deflated as he sat on the bed. He had no idea what just happened. He had every intention of telling his girlfriend off about her behavior when she totally flummoxed him. In fact, she acted crazy, taking her clothes off and standing there.
What was she waiting for? Did she want me to touch her? Is that what she meant by bored? I'll show her boring!

 
*  *  *

Brooke closed her eyes and enjoyed the heat as it loosened her tired muscles. She leaned her forearms against the wall as the water cascaded down her back. Images of Cayden's penetrating blue eyes gave way to a recurring fantasy and Brooke felt her heart beat quicker. Large hands held her hips as the dark haired woman's head lowered for a kiss. Brooke groaned softly as the fantasy played out and this time she didn't stop it and the images became more intense. She felt Cayden's lips touch her own, the shop keeper's fingers caress her cheek as her tongue tickled her top lip. Brooke's belly filled with tingles that worked their way down between her legs. She was more turned on by her fantasy kiss than she'd ever been from a real one. Her nipples hardened with arousal and she shivered, imagining Cayden's hands covering her breasts.
Would she touch me hard or soft?
she wondered briefly. Moaning quietly, she licked her lips, trying to taste her fantasy kiss. She suddenly jumped as the bathroom door opened.

"Honey, can I come in?"

Brooke was startled as Grant climbed into the shower behind her, She was terribly turned on and torn between getting some relief and kicking him out, She gasped as his palms brushed her hard nipples. She wanted to stay mad at him, but it felt so good.

"How's this for boring?" He mumbled into her neck as he squeezed her breasts.

Brooke's eyes rolled and she closed her eyes in pleasure. Suddenly, Cayden was touching her, her fantasy taking over her reality. Cayden's hand wrapped around her breast, her breath blew hotly on her neck, her other had drifting lower. Brooke opened her legs to welcome the tall woman, letting her head fall back onto her shoulder, egging her on with a groan.

"Oh yeah!" Grant said excitedly at his girlfriend's sudden wantonness.

Brooke jumped to attention. "Grant, no," she said, moving away from him.

"What the fuck?" he argued. "You can't tell me you weren't into it just then?"

Brooke blushed guiltily. "No, please," she said as she ran out of the shower.

Grant, completely at a loss by her behavior, stomped his foot in frustration. "What the hell is going on with you?" Getting no response, he poked his head out of the shower to find an empty bathroom.

 
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Brooke sat at the kitchen table in the dark until she was positive Grant had gone to bed. She felt guilty and confused, her imagination almost got the best of her. She couldn't look Grant in the face after what had happened and when she did finally go to sleep, it was on the couch.

 
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Cayden was glad that Wade wasn't home when she got there, the last thing she wanted to do was talk.
Jodie sure let me have it didn't she.
She stripped off her clothes and took a quick shower, then went to bed. After tossing and turning for a long time, she clicked on the TV and stared at it blankly.
This sucks
, she thought with a frown.
So what if Denise has the hots for me? That's better for me anyway. Jodie and Wade are probably right, I just need to get laid. That will take care of this Brooke obsession. I'm probably so obsessed with her because I'm horny
. The tall woman bit her lip in thought.
It will do me some good, and if Denise wants to sleep with me again, I'll just tell her.... what will I tell her? Who am I kidding? I can't do this? It's crazy! Then again, maybe Denise only wants a fling. Maybe I should ask her. What do I say? Jeez, I'm no good at this. I know Denise wants me, she was all over me, and more so after I saw Brooke. Uh oh, if that's the case, then I was obvious. Shit! if I was that obvious, then Brooke knows I want her too! Oh fuck. I don't want some straight girl thinking I want her! Even if I do!
Cayden's expression suddenly turned dreamy.
I certainly do want her. Damn, she's hot. Nice firm muscular thighs, tight abs, not to mention her ass! Now that's a hell of an ass! Those bicycle shorts left nothing to the imagination. I bet she wasn't wearing panties. I'd like to hold that ass with both hands...
The brunette's thoughts took a lewd turn.
Mmmm, imagine those perfect breasts in my hands. I bet her nipples are perfect...pink and beautiful...
Cayden blushed. She never had such pornographic thoughts about someone before. It surprised her.
STOP IT! You're going to get all hot and bothered and there's no one but yourself to take care of things.
The shop keeper turned up the volume on the television and tried to focus. It was fruitless as Brooke's body was the only think on her mind. "Fuck it. So I'll touch myself. I should go do it on Wade's bed and freak him out. " she chuckled, then turned serious. "This is sooo not good. I really want Brooke."

B
ROOKE JUMPED UP and looked around, her heart was pounding and she tried to gather her bearings. Her dream was intense, much more detailed and graphic than all the others. She blew out a long breath and pulled her shirt away from her body in an effort to cool off. She was incredibly aroused and slightly embarrassed at herself for dreaming such highly erotic things. She crossed her legs tightly to stop the ache and it only made things worse. She leaned forward and rested her head on the cool coffee table.
Jesus H. Christ. I can still feel her hands, her mouth, her stare. Why is she doing this to me?
Brooke took a deep breath and groaned quietly as she realized she could smell her own arousal. She looked towards the bedroom then winced.
I don't want him. I want Cayden.
She leaned back and put her feet up on the table.
God, I'm a lesbian! I really am!
She thought wide-eyed and scared.
I don't want Grant to touch me, I want Cayden! Holy shit do I ever want Cayden.
Brooke closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down.
Ok, it's not horrible, I'm sexually attracted to another woman. Who can blame me? Look at her! She's perfect! Those long legs, that sexy butt, those lips... and of course those eyes.
She sighed dreamily, her pulse already beginning to race again.
Oh, and don't forget those strong hands and fingers.
A hot flush covered Brooke's face as she thought of Cayden's fingers. A new fire ignited in her belly and she squeezed her eyes closed tighter. The tall woman's fingers were touching her and there was nothing she could do about it, it was hopeless, and she let them roam freely in her imagination until she was squirming, and very wet. Finally, unable to prevent it from happening, Brooke slipped her hand into her panties and hummed in relief, finally allowing Cayden to touch her where she needed it most.

 
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Wade shuffled his way into the kitchen after the smell of breakfast wafted into his room. With his eyes half closed, he followed his nose to find Cayden at the stove, La La Bird sitting directly behind her, drooling. "What's the holiday?"

"I'm hungry."

Wade sat down and pulled out the chair next to him so the cat could jump up. "I hope you made enough for us too." He said, the last word swallowed by a yawn. Cayden turned and dropped a plate in front of him. He raised an eyebrow. "An omelet?" He asked in amazement. "What the heck has you in such a good mood?" Both eyebrows shot up and his eyes went wide. "Oh my god! You got laid last night!"

Cayden chuckled. "Nope." She tipped the chair over and the fat cat fell to the floor with a yowl. She sat at the small table with a plate of her own and poured them both coffee.

"Then what gives? I usually have to pay you to cook." He took a mouthful of omelet. "Mmm."

Cayden held out her hand. "Soo, where's the money, Honey?"

"Oh baby... mushrooms and cheese..." Wade picked through his food and pulled out a mushroom for the cat.

Cayden ate for a while and watched Wade go through his orgasmic eating experience. After giving him enough time in heaven, she cleared her throat. "So, how'd you sleep last night?"

"Like a rock. I got in really late."

"Smell anything odd in your bed?"

"Huh?" Wade asked drinking his coffee. "Like what?"

"Me. " Cayden said around a forkful of food.

"You?" he asked in puzzlement. Cayden raised an eyebrow and it hit him. He looked horrified. "You did not!"

Cayden snickered.

"Oh, EW! On my bed???" Wade's voice raised an octave. "Cayden Riley! You did
not
do it on my bed!"

"Yep. I think I even wiped my fingers on your pillow."

"GOD! I can't even remember if I turned it over before I fell asleep! I can't believe you did that! Ick.. lesbian juices." he shuddered. "Feh, Cayden!"

The tall brunette continued to finish her breakfast with a gleefully evil expression.

"You washed your hands before cutting those mushrooms didn't you?" he asked suspiciously.

Cayden shrugged. "Suffer."

Wade narrowed his eyes at his omelet, picked up a mushroom and smelled it hesitantly.

Cayden chuckled, snatched the mushroom away and ate it. "Mm, mm good."

"You're just fucking with me. The poor, defenseless, sleep deprived queen." He pouted.

"Maybe. But I'd change my sheets before inviting anyone over. Unless you want them to think you've slept with..." Cayden covered her mouth in shock. "... a GIRL."

"Oh god!" Wade shrieked and ran into his room.

 
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"Brooke, we have to be at the doctor's soon, you have to get up."

The blonde winced and groaned.

"Come on, I've been waking you up for an hour, let's go!"

"I'm not going to the doctor." she grumbled.