Brook tried to look down to see what I was doing to her.
“Nuh-uh,” I said, grabbing the back of her neck and forcing her to look into my eyes.
Her brow scrunched up, and she let out a little whine. Then her brow relaxed and her mouth opened as she began to pant her desire. My hand was a blur of motion as I pushed her to orgasm. I saw her upper chest, neck, and face become flush, and then she came. Brook grabbed my wrist to get me to stop as she shrieked out her pleasure. Our eyes never left each other’s.
As she tried to catch her breath, she began to laugh.
“Damn, David,” she gasped out. “I hoped to lure you into bed, but I didn’t expect to get off that hard.”
“I can do better,” I teased.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Brook said as she shook her head. “You do that, and I’ll never make it to school tomorrow.”
I gave her an evil grin.
“Get naked.”
I guess she was willing to risk it because she got undressed awfully fast. I jumped off the bed and stripped. I knee-walked up to her face and presented her a very eager Mr. Happy. He drooled his hello. Brook kissed my member and then began to suck me to full hardness. I was torn between wanting to let her get me off or simply doing her. I picked plan B. I reached over to the nightstand and put on a condom.
Brook’s hot little body was made to be manhandled. I pulled her to the middle of the bed and pushed her legs towards her breasts. I grabbed her arms and had her hook them behind her knees, then pull her legs tight against the sides of her body. What that did was turn her pelvis up so I could pound her from above. I slotted myself and put both my hands on the bed next to her head. I then watched as I buried myself in her tight little tunnel. She stretched as I pushed downward until our pelvises met.
I held still for a moment to allow Brook to adjust to my size and then ground against her nubbin. Her mouth opened and I think her eyes rolled back into her head. She didn’t make a sound until I began to slowly work her over. From this position, I watched as I plundered her. Each time I hit bottom, she would yelp. I felt that if I continued it would become too much, so I just got busy and made like a rabbit.
Brook was insatiable. She was able to get four climaxes out of me before Mr. Happy tapped out. I had a funny thought. We usually had a very intense session in the back seat of my car after we’d done something fun like motocross or skydiving. While that was fun, and I had some of my best orgasms, this was much more enjoyable. Brook Davis was a sexual dynamo that had left me wanting for nothing.
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Chapter 30 – How’s Your First Scandal Going? Thursday October 29
I woke up and was disappointed to see that Brook had left me. Duke must have a sixth sense because as soon as I woke up, he was dancing at the foot of my bed. I took a quick shower to get the smell of sex off me and got dressed to run. I grabbed my Bo staff and Duke’s leash, and we walked out the back door. I groaned when there were reporters and a women’s group camped out at the end of our driveway.
I was surprised when the hair raised up on Duke’s back. My trusty hound normally liked everyone, but he didn’t seem to like this group. I had to agree with him when they started to shout questions or insults, depending on which group they were with. Duke did his business as I stretched. I looked around and concluded Precious had been smart because she was nowhere to be seen.
I was also surprised when Rachel and Buster jogged up the driveway. I raised an eyebrow because I had told her not to come over while this mess was going on. She gave me a sheepish look as photographers took our picture. Then one of the women started up the driveway.
“Get away from him! He’s a pedophile,” the woman said.
Rachel was startled when the woman grabbed her shoulder. I didn’t hesitate. I brought the Bo staff up and stuck the tip under the woman’s chin.
“Back off!” I said.
The woman let Rachel go, and several other women rushed up the driveway. That was when Duke and Buster begin to growl. That slowed them down. They froze when Precious made her appearance and voiced her displeasure. Even my head snapped around when I heard her bobcat yowl. That was when my dad stepped out the back door.
“You’re on private property. I would suggest you leave, or I’ll be forced to call the police.”
“He was going to hit me,” the woman who grabbed Rachel said.
“If I were going to hit you, I would have,” I said. I spun the Bo staff in a figure eight and then helicoptered it over my head before snapping it back between us.
My demonstration must have sunk in because they made a hasty retreat. Dad told us to come into the house. He wasn’t happy when Precious slipped in.
“What is that cat doing in my house?” Mom asked from the kitchen.
“Dad let her in,” I said.
Mom just glared at us, and Dad was being entirely unreasonable when he whacked me in the back of the head.
“David, make me breakfast while you explain yourself,” Mom said.
I began to cook when Duke nudged me. I looked down, and he was tattling on Buster for drinking all his water. He was such a baby sometimes. I got him a fresh bowl. Precious walked up to it, and both dogs decided they would wait. When she finished drinking, I scooped her up and put her in the crate. I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day playing ‘find the kitty.’
“I came down to find the press and the protesters waiting for me. Then Rachel got them excited, and I had to protect her.”
“I didn’t do anything. That crazy lady grabbed me,” Rachel said.
“So why did you come over this morning?” I asked.
“I won sectionals!”
“That’s great. I guess your coach was right. When’s state?”
“This Saturday. It’s being held at State. I was hoping you’d come,” she said.
We worked out the details, and I promised to come cheer her on. I fed everyone, and we planned out our day. I had to be in court at one for the hearing. Mom said she would come because Dad had already taken off too much time from work. I had to study and catch up with the schoolwork I’d skipped the last few days. I didn’t need to get behind; I was already going to miss the month of December.
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At one o’clock I was seated in court next to Ms. Dixon. Cal and Mr. Fox were sitting at the other table that faced the judge. The courtroom was full. Seated behind me were my mom, Tom, Roy Thompson, and Don Rigby. Cal hadn’t been happy when Roy and Don picked my side of the courtroom.
“I’ve read your motion, and frankly, I’m confused,” the judge began. “Mr. Fox, you need to explain yourself.”
“Your honor, we need to freeze Mr. Dawson’s assets because we feel he may either skip town or hide them before we can get a full accounting.”
“What say you, Mr. Dawson, are you planning on taking off?”
“No, sir. My mom wouldn’t let me,” I said, which got a chuckle from the crowd.
“Ms. Dixon, do you have an accounting of Mr. Dawson’s assets?”
“Yes, your honor. Rigby, Thompson and Associates maintain his books. Mr. Fox will be able to review them if we get to that point. We are hopeful we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement on the care of Miss Bell and Mr. Dawson’s child when it is born,” Ms. Dixon said.
“That makes perfect sense. I don’t need to deliberate any further. The request to freeze Mr. Dawson’s assets is denied. I feel you’ve wasted the court’s time with this matter. I further order that Mr. Bell pay all court costs,” the judge said, and then used his gavel to dismiss the motion.
Before we could leave, Ms. Dixon got a call from the state’s attorney’s office. They asked if we could meet with State’s Attorney Mason.