Hidden Desires Page 7

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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.

  * * *

  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."

  PART 6

  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.

  * * *

  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.

  * * *

  "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.

  "Brooke! Come on!"

  "I sleep just fine thank you very much. Now, leave me alone." I have a very interesting dream I must get back to. "Go play golf or something." She said, then covered her face with a pillow.

  "Did you forget you're coming with me?"

  Actually, she did forget that they had changed the golf plans for Saturday instead of Sunday, and Brooke only agreed to go as it was the lesser of two evils. "No, I didn't forget." Brooke opened her eyes, rolled them at Grant, and then closed them again.

  "Where did you get this attitude from?"

  Brooke shrugged.

  Grant threw his hands up in defeat and stomped away. When Brooke was sure he wasn't coming back to annoy her, she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. If one was actually able to see a sigh, the air around Brooke would be gray. Yep. The Country Club, my favorite. Yuck. The blonde swung her feet off of the couch and sat up. Hey, its not that bad. They have awesome food, Brooke yawned, and fabulous coffee. It's just the company that stinks. Besides it's much better than shopping with Deirdre. The tired blonde yawned again and trudged her way into the bedroom. I'll see mom tomorrow.

  "Well good
morning." Grant said sarcastically.

  "That's a matter of opinion." Brooke mumbled.

  "Why did you sleep on the couch last night?"

  Brooke shrugged and busied herself looking through the closet.

  Grant stared at his girlfriend's back. "Brooke, really, what's going on?"

  The blonde came away from the closet holding a blue sun dress. "I really don't want to talk about it."

  "I think you should. Whatever is going on in that head of yours is affecting our relationship and I should know about it. Wear the yellow dress, I don't like the blue one. I mean really, I can't have you moping and pouting all over the Country Club."

  Brooke walked back to the closet and started to look for the yellow dress, then stopped. "I'm wearing the blue dress, Grant, and I'll mope and pout when and where I want, but don't you worry, I'll be the perfect little Stepford wife for you at the Country club."

  Grant's eyes widened. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about! Where did this all come from?"

  "Me. I'm tired of being your little doll to dress up and show off." Brooke said, trying to hide her anger. "I'm going to shower now... ALONE."

  Grant sighed out loud and fidgeted with his belt buckle. What the hell? I know she doesn't have any new friends influencing her... or does she? Where does she go when she rollerblades? And who with? Maybe there's someone else? She wears such skimpy clothes when she goes out.. surely someone else has noticed that body by now. Oh shit. "BROOKE!" Grant yelled as he flung open the bathroom door.

  Brooke pulled the shower curtain over her naked body and glared at him. "What?" she asked in irritation.

  "Where do you go when you roller blade? Is there another man? Why are you covering yourself anyway? I know what you look like naked."

  "First of all, don't you ever come barging in here again when I'm in here, second of all there isn't other man, and third of all.. I don't like you seeing me naked."

  "Since when?"

  "Since now. Get out."

  "Brooke, please... why are you so angry with me?"

  "I finally realized that this is not what I want." she answered honestly.

  "What?" Grant looked stunned.

  "You asked." Brooke said flatly and stepped into the shower.

  Grant left the bathroom and sat dejectedly on the bed. Maybe it's just a phase she's going through. Hormones or something. He considered that for a while. What if it's not?

  * * *

  "Cayden? Can I wear your black silk shirt?"

  The tall brunette grunted as she put on her sandals.

  "Was that caveman for yes, of course you can borrow it, you look smashingly sexy in it. Or was it no, I don't want your pit stains in my silk."

  Cayden poked her head inside Wade's room. "Yes, you can borrow it but I still don't want any pit stains, and keep that animal away from it too." she pointed to the enormous cat who was laying spread-eagled on the bed.

  "Cool. Hey, how'd it go last night anyway?"

  "Why don't you ask Jodie you sneaky bastard." she narrowed her eyes.

  "Moi?" he pointed to himself, trying to look offended.

  "Yes, vous. Like you had no idea that those girls were going to be there."

  "Oh, I had an inkling. So, anyway, how cute is Denise?"

  "She's hot, but I don't understand. There must be something wrong with her or Jodie would have done her already."

  "Oh that. Well, Jodie had every intention of doing her but Denise wasn't into it. She's not a wham-bam kinda gal."

  "Great." Cayden frowned.

  "What's this? Cayden Riley's looking for a quickie?"

  The tall brunette sucked her teeth. "Maybe. It just may be what I need."

  "Cayd, are you serious?" Wade asked in disbelief. They only set her up with Denise, because Denise is a dater, and Jodie and Wade thought if Cayden and Denise hit it off, Cayden would finally have someone to date without strings. They didn't expect this kind of situation.

  "I dunno. I guess. It wouldn't kill me to get laid... the proper way." She grinned and looked at Wade's newly made bed.

  Wade rolled his eyes. "You're a pig. Defiling my Eden. But really Cayd, Jo and I tease you but we didn't expect you to call us on it."

  "Why not?"

  "Because it's not you."

  "Well, maybe it should be." Cayden said as she left the room.

  "Cayd! Don't do something you'll regret!" Wade yelled after her, but the front door closing was his response.

  * * *

  The air was thick around Grant and Brooke for the better part of the morning, but once they got to the Country Club, Grant put on his usual airs, and Brooke smiled mechanically, charmingly. As Grant went off to play golf with Terry, Brooke was stuck with Mary, the 30-something, uptight, snotty, bore. Brooke resigned herself to being polite and sympathetic as Mary bitched about the most inane things, like the angle of her extremely obnoxious Donna Karan skirt, to the imperfection of her ridiculously expensive, and severely pointy nose job. Brooke continued to look interested for the most part, but kept drifting back and forth between the conversation and her surprisingly inventive imagination. Every so often Mary would catch a flush creeping up Brooke's neck and question it. Brooke would wave it off, blaming it on the heat and the amount of alcohol she was consuming.

  "Brooke honey, is everything ok? I've rarely seen you empty a glass of anything alcoholic and here you've just drained your second Mimosa." Mary asked curiously. She always was one for a bit of gossip.

  "Oh, it's nothing really." Brooke replied with an unconvincing smile.

  "Hmm, well whatever it is, you know you can tell me." Mary said, dying to know what could be bothering perfect Brooke.

  Yeah, like I'd tell you anything, you busybody. "Let's just say I've found myself. " the blonde offered cryptically.

  Mary pondered that for a while and the embarrassed, yet satisfied expression on Brooke's face. "OH!" she said, nodding like a dashboard doll. "Congratulations honey!" she lifted her glass. "I found myself years ago. If you think Terry alone is enough to do that trick, you'd be sorely mistaken. We all need a little icing on that cake." She clicked Brooke's glass with her own.

  Brooke giggled and sipped her new drink which was now straight champagne. Even though Mary had the wrong idea, she wasn't that far off.

  "So tell me..." Mary started, leaning across the table, giving the blonde a clear view up her nostrils. "Did you do it while he was sleeping?" she whispered. "I get a secret thrill fantasizing about someone else while he's snoring his head off."

  Brooke swallowed such a large gulp of champagne it was painful and her eyes watered. Isn't that a teeny bit personal? What happened to uptight Mary? She shook her head and giggled nervously.

  Mary leaned back and fiddled with a finger sandwich. "I like to pretend its Vin Diesel." she confessed. "Something about a bad boy that gets me all worked up." She fanned herself for dramatic emphasis and leaned closer to Brooke again. "So, who do you fantasize about?"

  Brooke almost choked on a canapé. A blush rose quickly before she could stop it and she averted her eyes.

  "Oh, Brooke, Darling! Now you simply have to tell me!" Mary almost vibrated with excitement.

  "Uhm, I'd rather keep it to myself."

  "Ooo, so it's someone I know?" Mary asked, even more excited than before.

  "No, really, you don't know.... them." Brooke said quietly.

  Mary smiled, her brain working a mile a minute to figure out this juicy bit of info. "Well, it certainly must be good by the look on your face. Are you sure you don't want...." Mary's eyebrows shot up as something Brooke said registered. Them? she leaned back in her chair and studied Brooke carefully. Interesting. I'm sure she doesn't mean 'them' in the plural sense...

  Brooke kept her head bent and picked nervously at her food. Shit... shit... I can't believe I just gave myself away!

  Mary saw that Brooke was having a hard time and decided to drop the subject for now. Or at least until after the next drink. "The Brie is won
derful, don't you think?"

  Brooke began to breathe again, grateful for the change in subject. "Yes, it's very good."

  * * *

  Cayden was well into a bag of Cheese Doodles by the time Jodie showed up at the shop.

  "Did I miss anything?" The curly haired woman asked.

  "Two dogs peed on the floor and a child ate a dog biscuit."

  "I always miss the fun stuff." Jodie pouted, pulling one of the customer chairs behind the counter and sitting next to Cayden.

  "Maybe you want to sit in my lap?" Cayden asked of the close proximity.

  "Nah, this is fine." Jodie replied, smiling with all her teeth. "Soooo, call Denise yet?"

  Cayden sighed., "It took you exactly 40 seconds to hold that in. A new record. " she clapped lamely.

  "I'd like to thank the Academy."

  The brunette snickered and threw a Cheese Doodle at her friend. "No, I didn't call...,. I'm still thinking."

  "Good."

  "I just don't get it Jo. First you and Wade make it your destiny in life to get me laid and when I even consider it, the both of you freak out."

  "We care about you Cayd. We don't want you doing something for the wrong reasons. Especially something big, like this."

  "What reasons?" Cayden asked, slightly irritated.

  "Spite." Jodie said confidently.

  "Spite? Who am I spiting?"

  "Do I really have to answer that question?"

  "Why would I do something like that?"

  "Maybe you should tell me?"

  "Jo, you're pissing me off now. Stop answering my questions with questions."

  "That Brooke got to you in a big way."

  "Where the hell did she come from now?" Cayden asked, tossing the bag of Cheese Doodles on the counter in disgust.

  "Oh, yeah... it's her. I saw the way you two looked at each other in the park. It was right out of a tacky movie. I swear I saw sparks."