We returned to my parents and Matilda was there this time, regaling us with tales of going to the grocery store with my family. Soon we were headed back to the inn, Matilda once again in the middle, her purse tucked into her lap.
Though she was plenty pleasant, if I was honest, I hated that it wasn’t just Sydney and I.
And I hated saying goodbye for the night even more.
Chapter six
Sydney
I flopped down onthe bed, exhausted from the day. Though I was used to the constant walking in the city, something about the unevenness of the ground and the constant change of terrain made my feet hurt even more than usual.
Once I was showered, I grabbed my laptop and camera bag and flopped down on the bed. I wasn’t sure what detergent they used, but as I did, the scent of flowers wafted up toward me, as if the floral pattern held its own scent.
After opening my laptop and my camera case, I took the USB out and slid it into the computer to move all the photos there. I then opened Lightroom, thinking about doing some edits. Those photos I took of Chicken earlier would do well with a bit of saturation and a white balance adjustment. He let me get really close, so I ended up with some interesting angles.
I laughed to myself as I thought about that name. Chicken. I would need to ask Brooks why he’d named it that.
My mind instantly flicked to him in that worn hat, shirtless, muscles flexed. No one should have the right to look that sexy. And it wasn’t just his looks—it was hischarm.It was obvious he was aware of it, which is why I refused to acknowledge it, but inside I was melting. I prided myself on my hard resolve, but I wasn’t sure how long I could last if he kept it on.
Keep it professional, Sydney.
A person’s charm wasn’t new to me. I’d spent my fair share of time in clubs, letting them buy me drinks and sometimes going home with them. I was all about casual sex. Relationships were a distraction—one I didn’t need. Though I had a nine-to-five job, I would, on occasion, take freelance gigs taking photos, like the usual professional headshot or the occasional family photo shoot, but I knew I wasn’t good enough to turn it into a full-time thing. Still, dreaming about it was nice.
I scrolled my gallery and paused on one of the photos I’d taken of Brooks. He was checking on one of the chickens, his smile as bright as the sun rays peering out from behind him.
Gods, why do I have to be this drawn to him?
I slammed the laptop shut harder than I meant to and lay down, staring at the ceiling. The fan was on low, whirling around in my vision. Why did my thoughts keep flitting back to Brooks? Andnotin a professional way.
I needed to do something to relieve… whatever I was feeling for him. It had to just be physical attraction.When was the last time I had sex?I couldn’t actually recall, which probably meant I was just pent-up, ready to crawl up the first attractive person I saw.
With that in mind, I went to my rolling suitcase and dug to the bottom until I found it. My blue rabbit vibrator. It was curved, with a slightly flared tip and a smaller clit stimulator at the bottom. I crawled back into bed and got under the covers, closing my eyes and letting my mind flit, which instantly meant Brooks.
The thought of his bright smile and the way he winked at me were enough to make me feel warm all over. I brought my hands up to my breasts, imagining they were Brooks’s rough, calloused ones. I flicked my nipples, giving them a tighter squeeze than I normally would—the way I thought he would.
Then I removed my pants and teased my opening with the toy. I was so wet it went in easily, and I felt it stretch me. This was a fairly large one, and I was glad for it, since it made my fantasy even better. I had no way to prove it—well, I did, but I wasn’t going there now—I was sure Brooks would have a huge cock. Big enough that I might be nervous about it, but I somehow know he’d be careful.
I nudged it in more, imagining him sliding in deeper and deeper, slowly until he bottomed out. I wondered if his expression would change. If he would still look carefree, or if something different would come over him as he lost control.
As the toy hit my G-spot, I turned it on, and the vibrations made my back arch off of the bed. A sheen of sweat broke out over me as I got closer to release.
I lowered the toy a bit and let the small protrusion rub against my clit. It made me think about him on his knees, using his tongue on me.Maybe that was the way to get him to stop talking and asking me questions.
I smiled as I fucked myself harder, hitting that spot over and over. It would only take a little more to send me over the edge, so I pushed the toy all the way in and pressed the vibrator to my clit hard. I imagined his face when he came deep inside me, filling me up, marking me as his.
The thought sent me spiraling into my orgasm. Everything fell away, and the only thing that was left was the image of Brooks in my mind.
I took a deep breath as I came down, shutting the toy off and throwing it to the side. Though I felt sated, I was frustrated when I realized I was now thinking about Brooksmorethan before.
I grumbled, fixed my clothes, and went to clean the vibrator and put it away. As I rolled off the bed, I heard a loud groan but didn’t think much of it until it happened a second time. Louder.
All of a sudden, the ceiling above me burst open and a flood of water came through. I shrieked as it covered the floor quicker than I could react. I picked up my suitcase, already soaked at the bottom, and made a mad dash to my backpack and camera bag, which were safely on the desk in the corner. Once I got those, I jumped across the bed and went to the door.
The same kind-looking rabbit shifter I’d seen this morning was already making her way over, worry on her face.
“Oh dear! What happened?”
“T-the ceiling burst and water started pouring into my room.”
