Page 27 of Tortured Whispers
I dared another touch and that time my moan was out loud. I was so slick. So slippery. I’d never felt like that before. I rubbed my arousal between my fingers then fingered my aching clit while imagining Cease thrusting inside of me.
An orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave. My body jolted then gave way to shivers that wouldn’t stop if my life depended on it. I bit down on my lips to stop the nasty noises from escaping.
Once my heart rate returned to normal, I finally fell asleep and stayed asleep.
**
Caesar…
I didn’t think it would be tough for me to go to Brook’s school but it was harder than I imagined. I should have known it would be a bitch going back to that damn school when Brooklyn decided to stay home instead of tagging along.
I had to make her promise not to cut. I also hid all the knives and tweezers and anything else sharp I could think of. She was still in the early stages of trying to kick a habit, so her mind would immediately revert the moment I was away from her.
I wanted her to be successful with trying to abstain from cutting so as much as I wanted her by my side all the time, it would only work if she learned to be alone with her own mind.
Besides, I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t need to put space between us. The way I kissed her a couple of days ago was too intense. I lost a piece of myself. I hadn’t mentioned it since. I knew it was fucked up but I was too scared to revisit my feelings. They were far too hungry to entertain.
I was waiting for the guilt to kick in.
Wanting Brooklyn the way I did was immoral. The way she made my dick so hard was sinful. I had to redirect my thoughts away from Brooklyn because even sitting in the principal’s office, my cock was thickening rapidly.
“Dr. Powers, I’m so sorry for you and Brooklyn’s loss. The Avery Briggs family is here for you in this difficult time.” I listened to Principal Whitman’s canned sympathy and gave him the smile he was looking for.
Thank you, sir. I came here to talk about getting Brooklyn’s missed work and getting her back in classes.”
“Yes, of course. What address will she be staying at?” His fingers were poised over the keyboard, ready to type. I rattled off the address to my new home and watched the principal’s face fall into a frown.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Powers. That address is outside of our zone. Brooklyn won’t be able to attend Avery Briggs unless she lives within the designated zone. Since we’re an alternative school, our zone is tiny. You’ll have to find an alternative school within your area. I will personally make sure that Brooklyn’s records get transferred over smoothly.”
My nostrils flared a bit as I gave Principal Whitman a tight smile. “I’m sure we can work something out, sir. She’s a senior. Most schools would let her finish out the year,” I reasoned.
“We need donations for our technology department. We’re trying to expand our computer lab. If you’d be willing to make a sizable show of support we’d be most appreciative,” he flashed a grin and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
I pulled out my wallet and slid him my card. “I’m willing to make a donation granted Brooklyn gets to finish out her senior year here where she’s comfortable.”
“Sir, Avery Briggs will miss Brooklyn but I can’t overlook the zoning laws.”
“But it’s cool to take the donation?” I laughed and smoothed a hand over my face. “Fuck you,” I said, locking eyes with him. Once I stood and rolled my shoulders, Whitman rearranged the knickknacks on his desk and cleared his throat.
“Well, I um. I apologize I wish I could be of more help.” His shaky fingers tugged at his cheap tie and he refused to look me in the eyes.
I must have looked like a madman. It was such a simple request. He could have used Brooklyn’s old address. He could have done a lot but instead, he held his hand out while looking the other way.
Dick hole.
I didn’t say another word to him. I left and drove back home to Brook. When I found her, she was on the floor of my room listening to Phil Collins. Her black cassette tape box was open and tapes surrounded her in a semi-circle.
She was so fucking cute when she was in her element. She dragged her hazel gaze up to my face and smiled, hopping to her feet. I opened my arms, ready for the crash.
It was the first time we’d been away from each other since Ant died. I realized once she was in my arms that it was hard for me to be away from her too.
Lavender and honey clung to her skin and I was helpless against it. It was harmless at first, brushing my lips against her warm neck. Then I turned ravenous and tasted her honey-dusted skin with my tongue.
Her moan was so soft and light. She gripped my shirt in her fists begging me to hold her closer. I granted her wish by locking my arm around her slender waist, crushing her against me.
“I missed you.” Her breath trembled when she spoke. I couldn’t tell if it was from the kiss or being close to me after me being gone. Either way, it spoke volumes and made me want to taste her even deeper.
“I missed you too, Brook.” I pulled back to stare at her. Her eyes darted all over my face, making me stir somewhere deep and dark. I saw the kiss coming before she leaned in. I could have avoided it. I knew the truth of why I didn’t though.
