Page 17 of Filthy Rich

I stripped off everything and let the hot water roll over me for a minute before I went for the soap. I wasn’t sure about a lot of things at the moment, but one mystery had been cleared up for me. Brooke Ellen Casterley. I was also in possession of her design bio, and had an appointment to meet with her late Monday afternoon.

So, it was happening, and I’d have to deal with it Monday when I walked into her office to let her know about her new project, and hopefully relieve her financial stresses. She didn’t need to find a second job any longer. The retainer fee I’d deposited tonight, payable directly to her, would take care of any urgent debts. I’d made sure.

My plan might flop if she decided she wanted nothing to do with me, but I felt confident she would accept. And if she did accept the job, at least she would be working for me for as long as it took to renovate the penthouse. That meant I would have access to see her and talk to her...for a long time. What did I care if the styling cues weren’t to my taste? What did I know about the interior design of a home? Nothing. Everything I’d given input on before was for business offices.

Just thinking about her even a little drew a reaction out of my aching cock. Remembering how she looked walking acrossthe street in her pink coat and leather pants had me rock hard in seconds. Some soap applied under the steaming hot shower spray to just the right places...

My hand reaching down to grip the heavy weight was inevitable.

I needed to release some tension, and it felt far too fucking good once I started to even consider stopping. I wouldn’t stop pumping my fist up and down the length of my cock.Couldn’t.

The sound of my hand as it fought for friction against the tight skin of my dick sounded almost brutal. Root to tip, twisted, and then slammed back down all the way again. Over and over the motion was repeated, all while images of her bombarded me. Some real, some fantasy—mixed in together to make such an erotic concoction I nearly went down in the shower at one point when my knees buckled. Only one thing would end it. And that would be when I came furiously hard from picturing the image of Brooke beneath me, surrounding me, and in my arms as we did this together.

It took about three more seconds after I imagined how beautiful she’d look while we were fucking.

Beautiful is how Brooke would be with my cock buried deep inside her. She would be mine when that happened.

I called out her name when cum shot up hard from my balls and out through the head of my now-abused cock. It kept coming in punishing spurts to mix with the steam and the hot water, draining me in a way that felt unfamiliar because everything was different now.

Her name on my lips as I came would have happened whether I wanted it to or not. Brooke and I were inevitable.

Inevitable.

Eight

BROOKE

On Fridays I had my dinner with Nan at the therapy facility. She told me what was going on with the other “inmates” as she referred to them, and I ate cafeteria food served on a tray complete with a boxed juice and a chocolate pudding for dessert. I didn’t mind; it was just food. You put it in your body when you’re hungry.

“Hi, Brooke,” Lilah called from the nurses’ station, “there will be three of you for dinner tonight. She looks so pretty. I’ll bring it to the room in a few minutes.”

Three of us? I wondered who was visiting Nan at dinnertime. “She always looks pretty, Lilah, and thank you for looking after her so well.”

“It won’t be long until she’s out of here, she’s improving every day.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” I said. The truth was I had very mixed feelings about Nan returning to the cottage and being on her own during the day. What if she fell again? It was an old house with uneven floorboards and steps that could be a death trap if it happened a second time. I still needed to talk to Herman about the value of the cottage and get his opinion on an equity loan so she could hire someone to help her during the day when I was onthe mainland. I knew he cared about her. When I’d asked Nan casually about him earlier in the week, the story she’d told me had made my heart tingly for days.

Nan and Herman had a romantic past I’d known nothing about.

It had been a long time ago. Over thirty years had passed since the time when Nan was a young widow with a small child, and Herman Blackstone came courting. His parents didn’t approve, so Herman broke ties with them and left the island for a long time. He ended up marrying someone else and started a family, but the marriage didn’t last. And so he returned to Blackstone Island and stayed for good. Nan and Herman were still friends?—

Whoa. Make thatverygood friends.

As I rounded the corner to her room, I saw something I’d never seen before. My nan kissing a man. Well, he was actually kissing her—I think. Herman was holding her face with his two hands so sweetly, as if she was the most precious treasure on earth. She had her hands at his waist as if she’d been practicing her walking and he’d been steadying her when they decided to go for a good snogging. The scene was straight out ofThe Notebookminus the rain.

I must have made a noise because they stopped and turned toward me in unison, their expressions mirroring the same peaceful happiness that only comes when the feeling is mutual.

We all blushed simultaneously I think.

Nan reached out a hand to me. “Brooke, my lovely girl, I have—that is—wehave something to share with you.”

I walked forward to take her hand in mine. “I already know what it is, Nan, because anyone can see the two of you are hopelessly in love with each other.”

“So, you won’t be returning to the cottage when you come out of here, will you?” I asked.

“That won’t be possible, Brooke, because she’ll be living with me in my house,” Herman said quietly before pulling Nan’s hand up to his lips for a kiss. Mr. Romance was making the moves on my nan, and it was so damn sweet to witness.

Okaaaay. That would stir up the island gossips fairly quickly. I glanced at Nan to see what she thought of Herman’s suggestion. “The gossips will have a field day with that news,” I said cautiously.

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