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Post by SOPHIE BEASLEY on Aug 14, 2014 14:52:18 GMT -5
"Well, there was plain old Brook, which my teammates in high school loved because it was a girl’s name." Sophie grinned and offered a playful, “Of course!” Boys always nicknamed each other after girls—like that was an insult. "Uhh…other than that, not much else. Owen's sort of a short name. Not much you could shorten it to, other than Oh, which plenty of girls called out to me, yah know…privately." She giggled at Owen’s playful wink and bit her bottom lip gently. There was no doubt in her mind that he would be making her scream that out too; over and over and over. "But uhh…brothers, brothers…weeelll…There's Jordan then me, then Ryan and last is little Gavin, who is the brother I'm currently visiting." Her eyebrows shot up her forehead. “That is a lot of testosterone! I feel sorry for your mom!” She certainly couldn’t handle that many boys! "Now you know why I'm so good at picking on brothers; I've got two little ones, both with IQ's similar to bricks." She laughed and placed her hand on his arm again. “Noooo, I don’t believe you!” Owen shook his head and laughed in return. "No, Gavin's actually really smart. You'd never know it when you met him since he bartends, and I sure as hell wouldn't tell him, but he graduated with a degree in Civil Engineering and got a great job fresh out of school. He was engaged and about to buy a house…it was just too much too quick and his fiancée wasn't right for him. His new girl is much more his speed and I actually think he might go back to engineering, which would be good. Jordan is a nurse, so of course we all tease him relentlessly, but he's got a sweet wife and some seriously good kids.” She pictured his brothers and smiled to herself. If she’d had so many siblings, she wondered if she would talk about them as warmly as he talked about his brothers. Sure, she had Rebecca, but they hadn’t grown up together. How different would she be now? Owen was so lucky to have such a big family so close by.
“And Ryan…you may have actually heard of Ryan, but if I tell you who he is, don't ask for an interview because I swear, it won't be very good." Her brow creased, her interest now really peaked as she leaned in a little closer to him. Someone she would want to interview? Was he famous? “Who is he?” she asked, remembering Owen’s last name—Brooks. Something clicked before he even spoke. "He plays for the US men's national soccer team." Her eyes got as big as saucers as she grabbed Owen’s arm excitedly with both hands. “Get out of town! Your brother is Ryan Brooks? He’s the up and coming center fielder! He’s all over ESPN!” Owen made another comment about her already knowing how bad he was at interviews and she waved her hand at him, leaning back in her chair again. “Please! When you’re that good, you can be as dumb as a box of rocks and nobody will care.” She took a sip of her drink and then nearly spit it out. She’d just insulted him! Now it was her turn to stumble over her words. Gulping down the mouthful of booze, she laid a hand on Owen’s arm again. He didn’t seem to mind how touchy she was. It was even more blatant now that she was really starting to feel the alcohol go to her head. “Not that your brother is dumb as a box of rocks. I was just saying…you know, that it can happen and…ugh, you know what I mean.” She waved her hands as if clearing her immediate space, shaking her head. “Sorry, now I’m the one stumbling on my words! I’m going to blame the booze.” Situating herself with her elbow against the bar and her cheek on her hand once more, she gave a wide, playfully nervous grimace before turning it into a bright smile. She was going to pretend that stumbling didn’t just happen—like a cat that falls off the couch. “I bet he’s super nice, though.” And hot. He was really hot. But she would keep that comment to herself as Owen began talking about Ryan again. She was still gobsmacked he was related to a celebrity! So closely too!
The drinks continued while Owen told her more about his family. Sophie was becoming more and more convinced that he was a really good guy—with a really good body too. From the several touches she’d landed on his arm throughout their conversation, she could tell he had a good set of muscles on him. And the drunker she got, the more she wanted to see them for herself. It was hard to find nice guys like this that were so cute! More than cute—hot. Hotter than his brother, even! And a couple times she found her face close to his, toying with the idea of landing a kiss on those lips, but she was leaned away again. It was good to keep him on his toes. But the more she teased him, the more she teased herself. After the fifth drink, her head was floating delightfully and her curiosity was too much. “I think I’ve had a little too much to drink. I’m a total lightweight. Mind walking me upstairs?” He had to know she had no intention of letting him just walk her up there, but she didn’t need to say that out loud. He’d find out soon enough if he agreed to come along. She doubted she would have to persuade him.
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Post by OWEN BROOKS on Aug 17, 2014 9:47:33 GMT -5
There was a weird pleasure he got from the way her eyes widened and her hands grabbed his arm. He smirked slightly at the realization, for the first time his brothers profession actually giving him a helping hand in the lady department. He owed Ryan a steak dinner. “Get out of town! Your brother is Ryan Brooks? He’s the up and coming center fielder! He’s all over ESPN!” He snorted, "Then you should already know he's a shit interviewee." He teased, having recently seen one of Ryan's interviews. They were often very comical, and not intentionally. “Please! When you’re that good, you can be as dumb as a box of rocks and nobody will care.” He laughed and shrugged a little, supposing that was true, but Sophie suddenly looked like she was about to choke on her drink. Her hand came to his arm again and his brow quirked, confused by her behavior, but certainly not complaining about it. “Not that your brother is dumb as a box of rocks. I was just saying…you know, that it can happen and…ugh, you know what I mean.” "Pfft.." He sniffed, "He is dumber than a box of rocks, though. Always has been." He tipped his glass as if to cheers to that and then took a deep swallow. Owen loved his brothers, all of them, but Ryan was dumb. They all knew it. They were all nice about it, but even Ryan knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed and often made fun of himself for it. The kid had a million other great things going for him, so no one usually cared that he couldn't hold the most intellectual conversations.
“Sorry, now I’m the one stumbling on my words! I’m going to blame the booze.” "Uh huh, blame the booze." He teased, trying to catch the bartenders eye so he could order their third round. He wondered if he could charge the tab back to his boss. Everything else went on the tab.. he'd have to ask tomorrow. “I bet he’s super nice, though.” There was an almost dreamy look in her eyes and Owen knew immediately what she meant by nice. He wasn't blind, after all. Ryan didn't have an ounce of fat on his lithe, muscular body. He was easy on the eyes, too, with that boyish grin and mop of dirty blond hair. He looked younger than he was, like he'd just stepped out of high school. Ryan could get any girl he wanted, and though Owen usually didn't have much trouble, Ryan could literally pick any girl from a crowd and guarantee she comes back to his bed with him. Young, rich and handsome were nice qualities to beautiful, shallow girls. It was hard not to be a little jealous at the obvious way she swooned, and he hoped she wouldn't be picturing her brother there with her instead of him. It only meant he had to turn up the charm a little. And keep Sophie away from Ryan, were he to continue talking to her past tonight..
Owen finally ordered that third round and talked more about his family; how they'd been home schooled and about his niece and nephew.. talking up his other brothers. Normally he didn't talk so much about family, but she seemed genuinely interested. Even told some jokes as the drinks continued. The conversation was nice, though. He was genuinely enjoying talking with Sophie, and genuinely enjoying the thought of seeing what was under that dress. No way she wasn't interested with the way she kept putting her hands on him, and he returned the favor several times, his hand slipping on hers, or her arm, and once on her knee which she surprisingly allowed. Her face grew closer to his several times as they spoke in hushed voices, and it took a lot of willpower to not close that gap completely and press his lips against hers. The idea of making out with her at the bar was a weird one, but hell did he want to..
They were working on their fifth drink and Owen was wondering if he was maybe taking advantage a bit. Was it okay to get a girl drunk? Was he getting her drunk, or was she getting herself drunk on his tab? It was hard to tell, and his mind was fuzzy enough that it couldn't really focus long on the thought. Five drinks got him good and toasty, but not so drunk that he didn't know up from down. He was stable, but feeling mighty fine. He wasn't so sure about Sophie.. “I think I’ve had a little too much to drink. I’m a total lightweight. Mind walking me upstairs?” Her tone suggested that she might like more than just an escort to her room and he nodded, smiling that playful smile. "Let me just close out the tab." After he'd signed his name on the receipt, he tucked his credit card back into his wallet and offered the girl his arm. "Alright, lightweight, what room are you in." Owen escorted the giggling mess to the elevator and pressed the button as she leaned on him, letting her babble. He liked her babbling.. she was cute. Really cute.. Owen held the elevator open as Sophie made her way in and walked in behind her, glad that no one else was in the elevator. He didn't need someone killing their buzz. Owen watched Sophie as she leaned against the wall, pressing the button to her floor. "So.." He started, coming close to her, standing in front of her now and reaching for her hands, his head tilting cutely to the side as he eyed her. "Think you'll be okay alone tonight?" He had a feeling she didn't want to be alone, and he was more than willing to remedy that, but he was at least attempting to be a gentleman by hinting. "Or... maybe you should have someone there to hold your hair back when you inevitably barf." He teased, moving in a little closer. "Or protect you from the boogy men living under your bed. This place is haunted, yah know.."
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Post by SOPHIE BEASLEY on Aug 17, 2014 21:42:39 GMT -5
The way Owen grinned at her made Sophie certain she would be able to satisfy all of her curiosity about him. “Let me just close out the tab.” She smiled from ear to ear, chewing on her bottom lip with excitement. Soon she would have this hunk all to herself. It didn’t take long for Owen to get his bill and sign off on it, Sophie being polite and not looking at the amount of money he’d spent buying them drinks. Not that it would bother her, it was just proper etiquette. Owen offered his arm and she looped her own through it smoothly, focusing on walking like her head wasn’t floating in a sea of booze. “Alright, lightweight, what room are you in?” Sophie giggled. “Room 4-2-0.” She giggled again, realizing what number that was. “How many potheads do you think have stayed in that room?” Why was that thought so funny? She had no clue, but it really was. “You know, I haven’t smoked pot in a long time. I think that’s because I can’t stand being mellowed out for so long. There’s only so much vegging I can do, you know?” Owen pushed the elevator button up and Sophie smiled at him. “At least when you’re drunk you can still do things. Some of those things you can even do pretty well.” She bit her lip again coyly, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to Owen.
The metal doors slid open and Owen escorted her inside. Thank goodness there was no one else on the elevator. Sophie moved to a wall, her hands grabbed hold of the bar as she leaned her back against it and the wall. “So…” She watched as Owen made his way over to her, smiling wider with every step he got closer. His head tilted cutely to the side and she mimicked him, tilting her head the opposite way with a grin. Her hands slipped from the bar at her back as he reached out for them, nibbling her bottom lip as he came closer. “Think you’ll be okay alone tonight? Or…maybe you should have someone there to hold your hair back when you inevitably barf.” “Hmmmm…” she hummed as he moved closer, twining her fingers with his. “Or protect you from the boogy men living under your bed. This place is haunted, yah know…” Sophie gave a mocking little gasp. “Oh no! Surely I can’t be left alone in such dangerous circumstances. You never know what those boogy men are going to do.” She giggled, pulling his hands up to her waist and disentangling her fingers there. Pressing his hands to her body, she let her own hands glide up his arms suggestively. “You might as well stay. If that isn’t too much to ask.” He was leaning in closer and her eyes dropped from his to his lips and back again. The smile on her mouth turned dreamier, distracted by how close his lips were getting. He assured her it wasn’t, their mouths just inches apart and she gave a soft breath as she smiled. “Good.” His hands were at her hips and hers were rested on either side of his neck. She could feel his breath on her lips as she closed her eyes.
That’s when the doors opened. The rushing sound of the metals door sliding startled her out of her trance just as it did Owen. They pulled apart and stepped in front of the doors just as they began to close. Sophie giggled as Owen took her hand and pulled her along to her room, directed by the signs. After a couple turns down hallways, they came to her door and she felt breathless. She loved the thrill she got from sleeping with a new guy. Owen hovered close as she slid her card key into the slot, pushing when it beeped and turned green. Turning back to Owen, she grinned and managed to flip a light on before her back was against another wall. Breathless, her arms reached up around his shoulders as he took his place in front of her again. This time they wouldn’t have any interruptions.
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Post by OWEN BROOKS on Sept 2, 2014 14:02:56 GMT -5
Her mock gasp made him grin despite himself and his eyes lit up as she did her best to look genuinely concerned but failed miserably. “Oh no! Surely I can’t be left alone in such dangerous circumstances. You never know what those boogy men are going to do.” She giggled, pulling his hands to her hips before sliding her own up his arms, a move that made blood pump to his groin. He had to admit, that was pretty hot.. “You might as well stay. If that isn’t too much to ask.” He swallowed hard, his fingers digging gently into the soft flesh at her waist as his tongue darted out just enough to moisten his bottom lip as he leaned in. "No, I think that's probably for the best. Yah know.. for your safety." She smiled that sweet smile, a breath escaping her lips and warming his as he leaned in more, not realizing he was even doing it completely. “Good.” Her eyes slipped shut and he leaned in to finally close the gap between them, which of course was when the elevator doors wooshed open.
Owen pulled back enough to look at the doors, surprised by their sudden appearance. Had they been in the elevator that whole time? He realized he was drunker than he thought, the booze slowly affecting him as it settled into his bloodstream. It made him laugh a little, grabbing Sophie's hand and tugging her along to her room. 420, the pothead room. Sophie giggled as he led her down the hall, looking for the number. 410, 412, 414.. why was this such a long hallway? Finally 420. He smiled at her, feeling his stomach twist with that familiar excitement. "This is you." He hovered close as she stumbled with her card, swiping it through backwards a couple of times before finally getting it right and seeing the little green light flash with the soft inviting beep, telling them that she'd done it right this time. As she opened the door, Sophie turned towards him and Owen took the opportunity he'd missed in the elevator; he kissed her.
Somehow they managed to stumble into her room, the lights coming on. Was it magic, or had she flipped the switch? He couldn't tell. He didn't care, honestly. He wanted her.. now. He sucked a deep breath in through his nose as the hands at her waist slid up, bringing the bottom of her dress with it. Owen's whole body tingled with excitement, wanting to feel her warm body against his. "I should, uh.. I should be more of a gentleman, right?" He asked, his hands sliding back down, keeping her dress up as his fingers found her now bare thighs. He didn't want to be a gentleman.. "Jesus, why are women's thighs always so soft?" He asked, as if it were one of life's greatest mysteries. "You have really nice legs." He leaned back to admire them, catching sight of her covered crotch and igniting the fire all over again. "Oh, come on.." He was practically salivating looking at her, his eyes slowly moving up her body. She looked so hot leaning against the wall, her dress pulled up and wrinkled across her body, one strap hanging low on her shoulder. It wasn't even fair how good she looked like that. Her hair was still perfect, something he needed to rectify. "You're right.." His voice felt hoarse in his throat. "You definitely shouldn't be alone tonight. It's good I'm here.. really good.. reeeeeally good." He nodded before leaning in and kissing her again, his hands finding that spot on her hips where she'd originally placed them, pulling her body into his and not caring that she could feel how hard she'd made him. "I'm not being too forward by saying I really want you, am I? Because I really want you right now.." He mumbled against her mouth before deepening their kiss again..
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Post by SOPHIE BEASLEY on Sept 4, 2014 20:35:25 GMT -5
Sophie’s breath caught in her throat when she felt Owen’s lips on hers. It wasn’t until his hands grabbed her waist that she sighed through her nose and sank into the kiss. Hot didn’t even describe their kiss. It was a release of all the lust and need that had been building up inside them since yesterday pouring out in one devouring tangle of lips and tongues. Somehow they stumbled further into her room, Sophie’s hands clawing at the shirt over Owen’s upper back and shoulders. A wall appeared at her back and she leaned against it heavily, letting out a soft whimper as she felt her dress being pulled up. Her collar went askew, one shoulder becoming barer than the other as the skirt gathered about her hips. God, she wanted his hands all over her. “I should, uh…I should be more of a gentleman, right?” Sophie smiled against his lips, not quite opening her eyes as she shuddered with the feel of his fingers sliding across the bare skin of her pale thighs. “Jesus, why are women’s thighs always so soft?” How many men had wondered the same over the centuries? Obviously it was to capture their rapt attention, which seemed to be working now. “You have really nice legs.” She giggled and bit her bottom lip, finally looking up at him again lustily as he leaned away from her slightly. His dark eyes drank her in and she basked in how sexy it made her feel. As his eyes followed the length of her legs, she felt like the cat who was just about to snatch up the canary. “Oh, come on…” Her wicked grin reflected the Cheshire cat as her paws closed around her juicy morsel. Owen was hers.
“You’re right…You definitely shouldn’t be alone tonight. It’s good I’m here…really good…reeeeeally good.” He was nodded as he leaned in and Sophie let out a soft playful gasp. “That’s exactly what I was thinking!” she exclaimed playfully before his lips landed on hers. With a low moan, her hands came to his cheeks to make sure he didn’t pull away from her too soon. Owen’s hands found the spot at her hips that she had placed them earlier and pulled her into his warm body. There were too many clothes between them. She wanted to feel his hard, lean body pressed against the softness of her own, to feel their heat and sweat mingling. Just the thought of it got her wetter and even more so when she felt the hard bulge in his pants. From what she could feel, this was going to be a very fun night. “I’m not being too forward by saying I really want you, am I? Because I really want you right now…” She let out a breath of a laugh against his mouth before he deepened their kiss. Whimpering softly, she indulged her need for his lips for a good long minute before answering. When she did pull away, her nose brushed against his seductively while she tilted her head the opposite way. “It’s a good thing I like forward because I really want you too.” Their lips met again roughly and she couldn’t tell if it was Owen or the alcohol making her head spin now.
Her hands slid across his shoulders and pushed the jacket from them, pulling it down his arms while they continued their kiss. Next her hands tugged at his tie, loving how sexy it was to undress a man. His own hands were all over her, mussing her hair and searching her still covered body. It wouldn’t take long to rectify that. The tie slid from his neck with a soft hiss before she tossed it to the ground carelessly. Her fingers were soon plucking at the buttons of his shirt while she slid out of her heels. It made her giggle to feel herself shrink away from his addicting mouth while her hands tugged his shirt out of his pants. All of the buttons undone, she finally glimpsed what was under his clothes and her eyes widened as she gawked. He was ripped! “Holy shit!” she uttered before she could catch herself. Her eyes came back to his as if she had to make sure it was still him. “What magazine did you escape from?! You’re not supposed to be in the real world!” He removed his shirt the rest of the way, letting it drop to the ground while she drank in his entire gorgeous, chiseled torso. The man looked smug and he deserved to with all the work he’d put into that body. Realizing her mouth had dropped open, she shook her head and reached her arms up to wrap around his shoulders again. “You have to be the most beautiful man I’ve ever been with.” Their lips were soon attached again, this time even more passionately than the last. His body had set her on fire and she was feeling her patience wane with every second. Her hands smoothed down his hard chest and rippling abs, stopping momentarily to trace over the hard line his hips made in leading down to the promised land. God, she felt like she was burning. Her hands tugged at his belt and she felt the zipper of her dress gliding down her back with measured impatience. “Take off my dress…” she whispered into his mouth, her fingers teasing their way over his still clothed groin. She could hardly wait to have him.
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Post by OWEN BROOKS on Sept 9, 2014 13:25:53 GMT -5
“It’s a good thing I like forward because I really want you too.” Owen groaned as he went in to kiss her harder, his pants suddenly feeling far too tight. Sophie was pushing at his jacket and he wiggled his arms so she could help push it off, grateful to finally be shedding some layers now that they had established some naughty business was going to be taking place. That and it was suddenly getting very hot in there.. Owen slid his hands back to her lower hips, his fingers digging into the soft, plush, covered flesh as her digits attempted to tug his tie free. It took a second, but even in her drunken state she was able to get it undone and slip it from his collar. The hiss of the silky material slipping through his shirt was surprisingly sexy, and somehow got him even hotter. His hands slipped up her body, sliding past the curves of her breasts all the way up to her hair. He slipped his fingers through it and pulled her face closer to his once more as his tongue took up dancing hungrily with hers again. Her body shrank and he could only assume she was taking off her shoes, a sign that told him clearly she was ready to strip, and his heart beat harder, especially when her fingers moved to tug at each button of his shirt. There was no going back now, she wanted this and so did he.
“Holy shit!” Owen looked down at her as her eyes scanned his body, his own face tilting down to look at his chest. Was there something on him?! “What magazine did you escape from?! You’re not supposed to be in the real world!” The grin suddenly spread over his lips, pleased that she liked what she saw. She better with the way he worked out. "Ah, you like?" He teased before slipping the shirt from his shoulders and letting it drop there on the floor, flexing playfully for the girl in front of him, laughing at her little giggle as her arms came up over his shoulders. He would have to thank his kid brother later for the workout routine. Who knew having a professional athlete in the family could be so beneficial? “You have to be the most beautiful man I’ve ever been with.” He cleared his throat, holding a finger up with that cocky, suave look on his face that he was so good at. "Technically, you haven't been with me yet." Of course it was something they were both intending to rectify, Owen was sure of that as her arms pulled him back in, their mouths frantic once more. He loved the feeling of her delicate fingers dancing over his hot skin, making it tingle with excitement and need as his own hands slipped down her back, still covered in far too much fabric. He moved back to the top of her dress, finding the tag to the zipper and slowly starting to pull it down, desperate not to seem too overzealous. “Take off my dress…” she whispered into his mouth, her fingers teasing their way over his still clothed groin. Owen groaned audibly, his hands coming to her shoulders to push her dress from them. "With pleasure." His kisses trailed to her neck, loving how she instinctively moved her head to the side to allow him access, her hand continuing to teased him through his pants. He felt the fabric ripple down her body and pool at her feet, his hands going back to her hips and gripping her small waist to pull her in. He sucked the tender flesh below her jaw bone hard enough to get a gasp out of her before nuzzling his face close to her ear. "I think it's kinda rude that you didn't give me the grand tour of your, uhh.. hotel room.." He had a hard time not laughing at his own cheesiness, but it's what got her interested in the first place. Hoisting her up onto his hip, he carried her further into the room smiling as she pointed things out to him like the television, dresser, bed stand, lamp and air conditioner. In that moment he liked her more.
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