Chapter 30 - Brooke

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The air comes out of me in a long breath, puffing both my cheeks out on the way.

I know how Dom can be sometimes...   

Ok all the time, and could see he was about two seconds away from grilling Deacon about how close we really are. Thankfully Penny saw that the boys were in trouble too, more so Ty apparently, and we pounced on them in time.

It’s not like I don’t want to shout it out that this hunky beef of a man is mine, but I know there’s something holding him back still. Something he hasn’t fully told me, and something that completely haunts him when the word ‘relationship’ is brought up. I’ve seen the way he freezes up at times when things become too real, and I almost feel like if we name it.. it will all come crashing down...

Which that, frankly, causes serious hyperventilating feelings on my part to even think about.

I don't want to loose this.. or loose him.

My arms come above my head as I sway in front of him, rolling my hips side to side with an extra shove and bounce, watching the wide smile spreading across his face as his eyes drop. The song is one I know well and my lips form the words, while I move just out of his reach. His grin widens when he finally gets a hand on my hip, guiding me back towards him as we start to move together.

He’s everything you want in a dance partner. He’s the right amount of hands, flirt, and sass, while giving you the space to really move.

Deacon drops his head down, surprising the shit out of me that he actually knows this obscure song. His mouth moving to mime the lyrics back to me, before sliding the hand on my hip to grab a reasonable chunk of my ass.

My eyes roll as he grins deviously at me before spinning out of his grip, my head swaying side to side, while my arms thread through the air. As the song drifts on, he winds up back against me, his body pressed in close to mine as we pick up where we left off.

      

    
Smiling cheekily, Pink begins to belt out her words as I spin back around to face Deacon. Reaching my hands up to grab his earflaps to drag him closer, my lip comes into bite as my eyes flick down to his hands on my hips, while Pink cheers about it being all about ‘him and his hand tonight’. His mouth curves into a sly grin, before he tries to close the gap, and I shift, dancing away from his hands while he tries to grab at me again. My back finds Deacon’s chest, his head ducking down to drag his jaw along my neck and without thinking my head drops back, allowing him all the access he wants. I can just hear his growl over the music, before I take Seth’s hand and am pulled from Deacon’s grip, my head falling back once more to laugh as Seth jokingly throws his finger up at Deacon. We dance around each other, while Pink hits her chorus, laughing my ass off as my hand slaps Deacon’s away.

A hand curls around mine, and I’m twirled before giggling, as I come face to face with Dom. His eyes flick to Deacon, and I narrow mine at him, warning him to leave him alone.

I’m deadly serious about him being a flight risk if he’s pushed too far.

Besides Dom really can’t complain too much about us dancing. The red head he was just grinding with was an eyeful on it’s own. My shorts may be short, but at least I leave the illusion of what may be underneath.

That skirt was basically a belt, honey.

His eyebrow raises back at me, and with a quick tongue poke, he changes to smile warmly.

I know he’s far from dropping it, and I was half serious about keeping an eye on his hands earlier. He’s been known to be damn protective of me at times.

My shoulders roll as I wind my arms out, mouthing the words loudly while Dom looses himself laughing at me.

I didn’t know how much I missed him until right now, and I so need to grill them about how long they’ve been planning this, as it’s a bloody long flight. I also seriously need to thank Penny, and go extra big for her birthday.

Although, I’m not sure how I top her birthday last year.

Accidental or not, its gonna be tough. I mean last year was spent watching hunky men in the Baywatch premier, then an all you can drink at her favourite bar, plus that crazy lucky run in with the actual Zac Efron. I'm going to have to have a serious think for the next one.. 

Thinking on it, I bump Penny with my hip before swinging back around to dance with Deacon, while she grabs Dom. The songs play on, the dance moves getting more outrageous, and more closer by everyone as the drinks flow between us all. Penny somehow ends up in a three way man sandwich, and I can’t help but laugh when I spot them.

I think she is the only person I have ever known to not only make that work, but look like the most natural thing in the world.

My eyes find Deacon as he calls my name above the music, and almost loose it laughing while he slowly comes towards me.

If I thought I was a sassy dancer, he is...

Well, he is something else entirely.

His arms are up, moving and being throw around dramatically as he mimes along with Adam Levine. My hand finds my mouth to try and hide the wide smile that wants to break out, my head tilting to see where he’s even going with this. His hands move in front of him, pressing together in a praying fashion before spinning and raising them towards the roof, only to then bring one hand down to point at me. I try, I really do, but my head falls back briefly to laugh, before I pull it back up to keep watching.

This is seriously too good to miss.

“.. you are the one thing, one thing I’m living for. I don’t wanna be needing your love, I just wanna be deep in your love, and it’s killing me when your away, oh baby...”

Deacon’s grin widens before he drops, skidding the last of the distance on his knees as he slides up to me. His head tilts to look up at me under his lashes, and I swoon.

So... fracking... hard...

Jesus, hell I love that look on him. The damn man wears it bloody well, even with the hat.

He’s still miming the words, and I have never loved him more than right now. It comes up so freely, so easily, and I don’t completely register what I’m thinking until it’s sat there for a few seconds.

I really am in love with him...

Wholeheartedly, completely, and deeply..

The thought makes a smile shine on my face, my cheeks almost hurting from the strain, while his hands find my legs as he starts to slowly climb his way back up.

“.. don’t let nobody touch it, unless that somebody’s me. I gotta be a man, there aren’t no other way, cos girl your hotter than... a southern California day..”

His hands grab on to mine, twirling me around once before bringing me back in. Keeping my hand in his, the other slides around my waist while I come to stand in front of him, tucking me in snuggly against his whole body.

And what’s honestly come to be my absolute favourite place to be...

I know he’s going to kiss me, way before his head starts to slowly drop towards mine, my heart pounding away at the boldness by him in that move. His lips are barely away from mine, the anticipation killing me, when Charlie the bartenders, voice echo’s out in the room, and the urge to murder him rises up fast...

However instead of acting out my inner Predator fantasy towards him, my head shifts to drop against Deacon’s chest, not only knowing exactly where Charlie’s going with this, but also the location of where Penny is right now.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you are in for a treat this evening. Once a year, or if the tequila flows strongly, sometimes more often. We are graced by the utterly amazing performance of two smoking ladies. Started by a challenging bet, and a will to never back down, this tradition began and has continued on to this day.... So sit back, get ready for a show, and put your hands together for... Penny, and Brooke.”

I groan into Deacon’s chest, adding Penny’s name to the list of people I want to murder right now, especially when I hear her voice.

Can they not have picked a different moment, than right bloody now.. Mother freaking..

“Get up here, bitch!”

Groaning into him once more, I can feel his chest shake as he laughs, his hands shifting to let me go, and practically abandon me to the wolf waiting on the bar. My eyes find his as I look up at him, completely meaning every word I’m about to say.

‘I hate you so much right now. You should be saving me..”

His wide grin is the only response I get, before an arm snakes around my waist and carries me backwards. I don’t even try to fight him, knowing that aftershave anywhere, as he’s used the same for years. Turning my head, my words are thrown back over my shoulder, as he half throws me up to stand next to her.

“.. And you, I hate you too Dom for your participation right now.”

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