Always Sometimes Never: Sometimes Brooke Part 5

"You know what I mean. I'm glad you said yes when I asked you on a date."

"Well I'm glad you asked."

The ride to the restaurant is quiet. We both seem to be lost in our own thoughts. Mine consist of Leo sweaty and naked. "What are you thinking about?" I'm curious to know what's going on in his head.

He laughs. "You don't want to know."

"I do actually. That's why I asked."

"All I can think about is getting you out of that tight little dress you're wearing. My d.i.c.k is so hard right now I think I could cut gla.s.s with it. Aren't you glad you asked?"

"Honestly I've been thinking the same thing. Well, not exactly the same thing. I don't have a d.i.c.k, obviously. But I've been thinking about yours and having it inside of me."

"Okay, now I really want to say f.u.c.k the dinner so I can f.u.c.k you instead."

"But you're trying to be a good boy, remember? And I'm trying not to be such a s.l.u.t."

I feel a twinge of disappointment when he doesn't try to argue with my a.s.sertion that I'm a s.l.u.t. I know it's ridiculous because that's precisely what I am and we both know it.

It's quiet again the rest of the way to the restaurant. When we finally arrive I'm glad to get out of the car and get some fresh air.

The parking lot is filled with the most expensive luxury vehicles and they all look brand new. At least Nic's BMW fits right in. I'm not sure we will however. You know the old saying: You can put lipstick on a pig, but it's still a pig. Leo and I are both dressed up, but neither of us are exactly high society.

The restaurant's decor is minimal, but extremely chic. Everything is black and white with splashes of chrome. I'm glad we both decided to wear black, because everyone else in the place looks like they dressed specifically to match the monochromatic color scheme.

A slender young woman who looks more like a model than a hostess shows us to a table in the far back corner.

After we take our seats we both bury our noses in our menus. I nearly choke when I see the prices. The entrees start at fifty dollars. Some of the dishes are seventy dollars. And that doesn't include soup or salad, which are fifteen to twenty dollars each. My meal will easily be a hundred dollars.

"The wine list, Sir." An older man tries to hand Leo the largest wine list I've ever seen. It looks more like a phonebook.

When Leo waves him away the man actually looks insulted. "No wine?"

"No wine," Leo reaffirms.

Once the man is out of earshot Leo says, "Sorry about that. Maybe I should have said something when I made the reservation."

I shake my head. "Don't worry about it." But I'm really glad he isn't going to drink. I'm not craving right now, but I also don't want to be tempted with booze on the table.

After I close my menu I glance over at Leo. His menu is already shut. "So what does a girl have to do to get a ride on the back of your bike?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Is a b.l.o.w.j.o.b out of the question?"

I can't help but smile at his sheer audacity. "How about something that doesn't involve your d.i.c.k?"

He laughs. "Everything involves my d.i.c.k. Haven't you figured that out yet?"

We're interrupted by a pretty girl who doesn't look much older than a high school student. She's wringing her hands nervously and even though she clears her throat when she speaks her words still seem to get caught. "I don't mean to interrupt, but umm...do you remember me?"

Her words hang in the air for a moment before Leo turns to her and says, "Ever been to an Always Rayne concert?"

The girl's face reddens. "Yes."

Leo looks her up and down then says, "I meet a lot of girls."

Her big blue eyes dampen and she starts to blink back tears. "I know. I just thought..."

"Thought what?" Leo stares at her.

"I thought that..." When her voice cracks I actually feel sorry for her for a brief moment. f.u.c.king Leo obviously meant something to her, but it clearly meant nothing to him. She swallows hard and then continues, "I thought that maybe we could get together again sometime."

"Do you remember talking to Raven, the girl with the long dark hair who approved you? Did she explain the rules to you before we hooked up?"

The girl nods.

"Do you remember what she told you?"

Her brows narrow as if she's struggling to remember what Raven said to her. "No encores. No repeat performances. It's a one-time thing."

When Leo turns away from her the conversation is clearly over. At least from Leo's perspective. I don't think the girl is quite done though because she says, "I thought maybe you'd make an exception."

"I don't make exceptions." Leo doesn't even look at her. She's been dismissed.

When the girl looks over at me I just shrug. I'm usually the one in Leo's position when a guy wants more after a one-night stand and I have to remind him of our one-and-done agreement.

It takes a moment for the girl to realize that Leo's really finished with her. She takes one last glance between the two of us then sulks away.

"How come you made an exception for me?" I ask when the girl is out of earshot.

He laughs. "I didn't make an exception for you. You are the exception. There's a big difference."

"How so?"

"Did you take a good look at that girl?"

"The one who looked like she was still in high school?" I tease.

"Raven checks everyone's ID. Girls have to be at least nineteen to get in our room."

"Okay, what about her?"

"She's a hard twelve."

"Okay...what's the scale? Most guys rate girls from one to ten."

"Xander and I rate girls in three categories: face, t.i.ts and a.s.s. Each area gets a rating from one to five. That girl's t.i.ts are a little too small, so she gets a four there. She's got a nice a.s.s, but it's just a little flat. Another four. She's cute, but she kind of reminds me of a cheerleader, so she's got a four there too. She's a hard twelve."

"Wow, you're more of a dog than I've given you credit for."

"Arf, arf," he teases. Then he narrows his gaze at me. "Tell me you don't rate guys in some way. How hot they are? How muscular? How big of a package they've got?"

"You forgot about how nice of an a.s.s they have. Girls like s.e.xy b.u.t.ts too."

"My point exactly."

"So how did you rate me?" I throw the question out there, even though I'm kind of afraid to hear my score. If the cheerleader only scored a twelve I could be in trouble.

He bites back a grin. "You're an eleven."

I take a piece of bread from the wicker basket sitting on our table, rip off a small chunk and throw it right at Leo's nose. His reflexes are quicker than I thought and he catches the hunk of bread in his mouth.

"You shouldn't be throwing food in an expensive place like this," he chides.

I furrow my brow. "You shouldn't tell me I'm only an eleven."

When his eyes turn serious he knocks the wind of out of me a bit by saying, "You know you're a fifteen."

That surprises me even more than him calling me an eleven. There is absolutely no way in which I am perfect. Especially not in the looks department.

"So it's my perfect t.i.ts and a.s.s that have you all hot and bothered."

"Among other things." There's a twinkle in his eyes that I've never seen before. One that makes me incredibly nervous. It's a twinkle that says he wants more than just my body.

When a serious-looking waiter stops at our table to take our orders Leo asks for prime rib rare. I opt for lobster and Leo immediately asks if I'll give him a bite.

"I guess. Why didn't you order it? You can get surf and turf."

He shrugs. "I've never had it before."

I raise an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"I grew up in the desert. In the barrio. Not a place you find much lobster."

"You definitely need to try it," I tell him. "Do you still live in Arizona?"

He laughs. "Technically I don't live anywhere."

"What does that mean?"

"Xander and I used to have an apartment in Mesa, not that far from where we grew up. We let the lease go after we were on the road a while. It was a waste of money because we were never there. Now when we're not on the road, we usually crash at Rayne's place because we're working on new material."

"Where do you keep all of your stuff?"

He shakes his head. "I don't have any stuff. Just some clothes and my bike. That's it."

"Seriously? No old high school yearbooks or family photos?"

Laughing he says, "I barely made it out of high school. And I skipped school the day they took the photos so I wasn't even in the yearbook. Not that anyone would miss me. I spent most of my time playing guitar and drinking instead of going to cla.s.s. And if you grew up in a family like mine you wouldn't want any family photos."

Leo's confession makes me a little sad. As hard as things have been with my parents recently I still like looking at my family photo alb.u.ms every once in a while.

"So you don't have anything but the clothes on your back?" I'm still having a hard time fathoming someone not owning anything.

"I do have a deformed orange that this superhot chick gave me. I keep it on my dresser."

"You do not..."

"I really do."

"When I got kicked out of my apartment I had to sc.r.a.pe together the last of my savings to rent a small storage unit for all of my s.h.i.+t. I've got three months paid for and hopefully it's enough time to make enough money to get my own place again."

"Or you could just stay with me."

I laugh. "You just admitted you don't even have your own place. You're inviting me to stay with you at Nic's place?"

He shrugs. "I'm not against getting a place if there's a reason to get one."

"And I'm a reason?" When our eyes meet the electricity exchanged between us is almost overpowering.

"You're one of the only reasons."

"I think we need to get to know each other a lot better first."

"I'll take what I can get...for now."

I want to ask him what he means by for now, but he looks so serious it sends a s.h.i.+ver right through me.

I breathe a small sigh of relief when our meals are served and it takes the spotlight off of the two of us and any future Leo thinks we might have together. My only future right now is one day at a time and making sure I don't take a drink of alcohol.

"Remember that you promised to give me a bite of your lobster." When Leo licks his lips I get the feeling my lobster isn't the only thing he wants a taste of.

I place a small piece of the crustacean on my fork and try to hand it to him, but he shakes his head.

"I thought you wanted to try it."

"I do." He opens his mouth.

"That's how you want to play this?"

"Definitely."

I shove the forkful of food into his mouth in the least s.e.xy way possible.

Once he chews and swallows he says, "It's good. Maybe you'll feed me something else later."

I gulp. All I can think about now is how skillful he was when he put his tongue between my legs.

When I glance at my watch I quickly do the math. Holy s.h.i.+t! It's been over a hundred hours since I've had s.e.x. I haven't had a dry spell this long since high school.