Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 57: Chapter 57

ADONIS.
Fuck!
I was officially done with events. I had already attended way too many in a given period of time and for me, this was fucking enough. Brooke had introduced me to a couple of people at the party, and their attention was literally arrested, making them attack me with thousands of fucking annoying questions.
Torture.
I would have been better off sitting in some chair all night and getting to watch Leilani in the ocean waves, wet and soft. But I wouldn’t even get that chance because some girls might get it in their head to skinny dip in front of me. Or worse, try to strike a conversation.
But instead, now, I was sitting outside a wooden cabin some distance away from the main party, music filtering in the air as the salty twinge from it flirted with my skin. What was I fucking doing sitting out here tonight? I was here because of Brooke.
She had become quite a handful overnight like she seemed to be bubbling with so much energy that it almost seemed like I watched her switch bodies with Cole. She was not the shaken, scared girl from last night, but she was not completely the calm, business-like Brooke I was oddly more familiar with. Tonight, she was something in-between.
She had gone into the cabin to get some vintage wine one of the hosts had stashed in there, but she was kind of starting to stay too fucking long in there.
I was still seated on the hard wood chair, elbows resting on my thighs as I watched the crashing waves shimmering under the lights from the party with the dark night pushed back a short distance. And that was when I heard Brooke call my name from inside the cabin.
My drifting thoughts were cut off as I straightened slightly, listening with more focus this time.
“Adonis?”
Her voice came again, muffled by the hard wood walls and doors of the cabin. I got up to my feet and moved to the door. The knob was cold under my palm as I twisted it and pushed the door open.
It was dim inside. There was a small lobby right in front of me, sparsely decorated by dark brown décor that matched the hard wood. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. I walked down the lobby to see a small living room filled with small couches and throw pillows.
“Brooke,” I called
The room remained silent in response to my voice. Where the fuck did she go? I moved towards the open door at the side and peered in to see a kitchenette. Brooke was not in there.
I closed my eyes and prayed for fucking patience.
I turned away from the kitchenette only to hear her call my name again. It came from a closed-door in the corner, muffled by the hard wood.
“Adonis? Over here.”
“What are you doing in there?” I asked as I moved in the direction of where her voice came from. I opened the door and took a step in, only to pause in my tracks when my eyes took in the appearance of the room. It was a bedroom. A small comfy one, but with the dim lighting and décor, it felt romantic in some sort of way.
The fuck?
I noticed the wine bottle on a glistening wood ottoman between one wide brown couch, complete with wine glasses gleaming under the soft light.
Then Brooke walked into my line of sight. In lingerie. In. Fucking. Naughty. Lingerie.
It was so revealing, that she was practically naked to me. Tiny red straps traveled down from high up around her neck down between the rise of her breasts to fan out around her hips to join and form a strappy kind of thong that only covered a strip of her pussy and disappeared between her inner thighs, exposing pale pussy flesh at the sides.
Her breasts were out in the open, with small red circular, and shiny strips covering her nipples. Her long slender thighs were bare and softly glistening with some type of oil.
I leisurely ran my eyes back up her body, seeing her breasts subtly rise and fall with each breath of hers. There was a small smile on her lips and a blush on her cheeks, but in her dark eyes, I could see the nervousness she was trying to mask.
She had never done this before.
I could tell from the way she brushed her hair back and the way she was trying to hold my gaze without flinching. Her body language clearly showed she wanted me, and she was trying to seduce me, but it also showed her inexperience.
When I stayed silent, watching her, she looked over at the wine and wine glasses on the ottoman on the other side.
“Have a drink with me, Adonis,” She said to me. Her voice was gentle like she was talking to a wild beast that would bite if she wasn’t careful. She was right.
I do bite.
Her voice was also firm, which showed her ability to mask her feelings extremely well. But I knew better. Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked over to the wine, giving me an unrestricted view of her naked ass that had just a tiny red string between it.
She bent over to pour the wine into the glasses, giving me even an obscener view of her ass and the mound between her inner thighs partly covered by a red stripe. Even after I had rejected her advances a couple of times, she kept trying.
And she got bolder with each attempt. I guess that brief kiss over at her place had to give her enough courage to try to actually get naked and seduce me.
She had to stop doing this to herself.
She would only get hurt.
Very hurt.