Chapter 32

Romance was in the air. It had been all during the wondrous carriage ride that Ian and Brooke had shared together. Brooke, in all her years of being romanced by Ridge had never experienced a night like she had tonight. It was amazing. No, she thought. Ian was amazing. He had thought of everything during their jaunt through the snow covered woods and it had been beautiful. He had shown her the stars, naming the constellations and impressing her with that feat. These were the same stars that she was sure that she had seen in the L.A sky had somehow seemed brighter, bigger and more beautiful than ever. The night had been full of beauty. It was funny since she had never spent any amount of time studying the beauty of the night until Ian. Snuggling against his warmth as the cold snowflakes covered them, she never felt more cherished. Ian smiled to himself as Brooke burrowed herself against him as the night’s sound serenaded them. Tonight he had shown her how simple yet beautiful the night could be. He had seen the joy on her face that was lit by the moonlight. His breath had caught in his chest and for a moment he had forgotten to breath. She was amazing, beautiful, funny and sexy as hell. He wanted her. He wanted her forever. Forever? Those words echoed in his head. He was breaking ever rule that he had had. He was breaking the rules that he had taught other S.E.A.L.S about getting emotionally attached to rescue situations. Sometimes when a S.E.A.L rescued a woman, she may become attracted to him or have some sort of hero worship, he cautioned them against that. But, this wasn’t the case, was it? He didn’t save Brooke but deep down he knew that she saved him, from himself and from the isolation that he had created. How in the world was he going to let her go now that he wanted to live again? Pushing those thoughts out of his head, he kissed her on top of her head. “Are you warm enough?”
“ Yes” She looked up at him with her sleepy eyes. “ I’m perfect. Tonight was just perfect. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
“ A carriage pulled by a horse?” He inquired
“ Well no. But I’ve never experienced anything this romantic.”
He was surprised by this. A woman like Brooke probably had the best of everything. “ You can’t tell me that you’ve never had a romantic night.”
“ Ohh. I’ve had plenty of them. Nights full of romance in different countries served by world-renowned chefs. I’ve had night of glorious love making with huge diamonds as gifts. I’ve been dressed in gowns that would probably been someone’s year worth of paychecks but….she paused looking deeply into his eyes. “ I’ve never had anything like tonight. Tonight was the most romantic night of them all. One, I’ll never forget.” She cupped his face and pulled his head down to take her lips in a long, wet kiss that left no question to what the night would end with.

Frank set a mug of hot steaming tea in front of Bridget. “ Here you go. Hot and sweet, just like my wife Jessie.”
Bridget laughed at the analogy. “ She must have been some woman.”
“Yeah she was. She kept me on my toes.” Frank smiled to himself. “ She was like sunshine on a rainy day.” He brought a picture over for Bridget to see. It was one of an obviously younger Frank and a woman with brown hair and a pretty smile on her face. Although the woman wasn’t a conventional beauty she saw the love in Frank’s eyes in the picture and now. “ Yes, my Jessie was one of kind. I guess that why God couldn’t resist having an angel like her in heaven.” Bridget looked away as he wiped the tears in his tears before putting the picture back.
“How long where you married?” She asked between the sips.
“ For twenty years. It doesn’t seem long enough though.”
“Twenty years? Wow. I hope Deacon and I are married just as long.”
“ Your husband?”
“ Yes.” She said with a newlywed smile.
Frank slid a pie of apple pie in front of her. “ Now eat up. You need a little nourishment. Once you’ve done that dinner will be ready. I have a pot roast in the oven. The collards were cooked yesterday so they’ll be good.” Bridget’s stomach growled and she didn’t say no. “ So, how long have you been married?”
“ For six months.”
“ Six months huh? Still in the newlywed state where you can’t get enough of each other.”
Bridget turned slightly red with embarrassment. “ Sorry, didn’t mean to embarrass you or nothing. Just telling things like they are. It’s kinda how we are around here. So, are you and your husband going skiing here or something? Most people who are new around here are renting cabins or going skiing up at the resort.”
“ There is a resort near here?”
“ Not near here. About four hours away or so. Is that where you are going?”
“ No. I’m actually looking for a place near Black Mountain. My mom came here to rent a cabin and had some car trouble. She got lost and ended up at someone’s home. Then she got snowed in. I’m here to take her home.” Bridget took out her bag that had the map. “ Do you know where this is?”
Frank took out his reading glasses and looked at the map for a moment. “ Yup but there aren’t any cabins on that side of the bridge. With the rain and then the snow, it’s going to be difficult getting there. Do you know who she’s staying with? There are a few homes out there. The Bradley’s are there, the Jeffersons and of course Ian but I doubt that she’s there.”
“ Why?”
“ Cause Ian don’t like no strangers. He isn’t the welcoming kind. Still it might be better if you knew where she was exactly.”
Bridget sighed but then got an idea. “ Do you have a phone registry or something because I have a phone number to where she was.” Frank put on his glasses.
“ Let me take a look at it.” Bridget showed him the number. Frank looked at the number for a moment and then took Bridget into the den which had his computer. After putting the number in the system. He turned to her. “ Now girl, and I don’t mean any disrespect but you are younger than my son or at least you look it so you are a girl to me. You mean to tell me that you’ve come all this way not knowing where you were going?”
“ I thought that I’d get help at the town. I didn’t think that it would be hard to find out where my mother was.”
“Well this isn’t Los Angels. You’ve got hundreds of miles of forrest, cold and animals out there. Some of them hungry. You take a wrong turn and you can be in serious trouble out there especially if you aren’t dressed warm enough.” The mention of the danger worried Bridget. Deacon was out there in the cold. Tear formed in her eyes. Frank, alarmed that he upset her stood up and put his arm around her. “ Now, now. I didn’t mean to upset you. My Sam will find your husband. We are pretty good a tracking and as for you, well you were just looking for your mother. I can understand that. So, don’t cry, okay.”
Touched by Frank’s kindness Bridget tried to smile through her tears. The beeping of the computer sounded and they turned around. Frank looked at the webpage. “ Well, I’ll be.”
“ What?”
“ It looks like miracles do happen. It seems that phone number is registered to only one address and I know that address if you want to call it one. Your mother is staying Ian’s place.”
“ Ian but you said …”
“ Well it isn’t his style to take care of strangers but he is a good man. He’d never hurt a woman. If your mother is at his place, she’s safe. Probably the rain washed over the bridge. That kind of thing happens all the time. Don’t worry I’ll see that you find your mother.”

Sam turned up the heat to full blast in his car while Deacon wrapped the wool blanket around himself. “ Thanks.”
“ It’s pretty cold out there.”
No shit, he thought but he didn’t want to be rude to his rescuer. Deacon wasn’t the type to depend on strangers but for once he was very happy that someone was out there looking for him. When he had come back to the SUV and found it empty he had been scared out of his mind that something happened to Bridget. In that moment, he had seen his life flash before his eyes. He was terribly frightened that he had lost her.“ So, Bridget, she’s okay.” Pretending not to be as worried as he had been.
“ Yes. Your wife is fine. I’m sure that dad’s just about to fill her with some hot food.”
“ Good, Bridget needs to eat. She’s kinda tiny.”
“ Yeah.” Sam looked at Deacon for a moment. “ Kinda young too.”
“ Yeah. But real sweet.”
“ So, are you too out here to find the ski resort? Lots of people come here to ski.”
“ Ski, naw, not me.” Deacon shuffed though his pockets and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.
“ Do you mind?”
“No.”
Deacon lit his cigarette and took a long drag. “ God, this has been on hell of a day.”

Taylor finished off her lobster ravioli as the waiter poured more wine into her glass. “ Ridge, this is delicious. The chef out did himself. She smiled at her husband. “ How was your dinner?” Ridge had a delicious meal of bourbon mashed sweet potatoes, grilled pork chops and bacon wrapped shrimp.
Ridge wiped his mouth. “ It was excellent.” He reached across and took her hand. “ Dessert is coming soon, why don’t we go outside.” Taylor took her husband’s hand and followed him outside. There was a slight chill to the night and Ridge wrapped his hands around her shoulders.
Leaning back against her husband, Taylor basked in the love of her husband. “ This is so romantic, thank you.”
Ridge kissed her on the top of her head. “ Why are you thanking me? Doc, I’m the one who should have thanked you. After everything that I told you earlier about Brooke and what happened in Pairs.”
She turned to him stopping him by putting her finger on his mouth. “ No, we aren’t going to ruin tonight by talking about Paris. We will deal with that later.” Taylor wanted to know all the details to better equip her for her assault against Brooke. “ I’m not saying that I will just push this under the rug. There will be a lot of changes as far as Brooke is concerned. I won’t allow her to try to get her claws into our marriage.”
“ You don’t have to worry about it. Brooke is no longer a threat to our marriage. I see her for what she is now.” He pulled away gripped his hands against the railing. “ Brooke uses anybody and everybody that she can to get what she wants. It doesn’t matter who she hurts or family she destroys, it’s all about her.” Taylor watched as a muscle tightened on his cheek and felt a sense of satifaction that her husband was no longer fooled by his ex-wife.
“ Honey, let’s not focus on her. Brooke can’t hurt us if we don’t let her. What we need to do take a strong stance against her. We have to be honest. We have support each other and love each other. More than anything, we must prove to her how much we have a strong marriage. One that she won’t be able to come in and destroy.” Taylor couldn’t believe the gall of the woman. She’d do anything ANYTHING to have her husband. Hadn’t she learned anything in the past? Brooke was not to be trusted. Finally, her husband had seen the truth. She didn’t like the fact that Brooke kissed her husband or that he responded to the bitch. But still, it had an affect, a startling one. In all the years of both she and Stephanie telling him that Brooke was no good it was funny that Brooke has become her own worst enemy. Inside Taylor was relieved that this mess was all over. She had already forgiven Ridge. Hell it wasn’t like he had slept with her. “ While I’m not going to pretend that I’m not bothered by what happened between you and Brooke, I am. I’m just not going to let her get in way of our happiness. We have it all. We have three beautiful children. A wonderful marriage that many people envy. And don’t forget that you finally are livingyou’re your dream of running Forrester Creations. Brooke Logan is an outsider. One who has no right to try to destroy our marriage. I’m certainly not going to let her destroy us.”
Ridge blinked for a moment trying to keep his emotions in check. She was right. They had everything and he couldn’t believe that he had been willing to throw it all away for Brooke. Brooke wasn’t worth it, he kept telling himself. She wasn’t worth it at all. He took a hold of Taylor’s hands. “ I promise you that I will never allow Brooke to come between us.” As if they were the magic words that she needed, Taylor melted against him as his took her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Ian swept Brooke up into his arms and stepped into their bedroom. Brooke, who had earlier protested now was quiet as she looked at the bedroom which was filled with candlelight from vast amount of candles that were lighted throughout the bedroom. Red, white and pink roses were scattered on the floor leading toward the bed. It was glorious and so romantic that tears filled her eyes. “ Oh Ian.” He was very careful as he placed her on the bed. She felt his dark eyes drinking her in as if she were a cool glass for a parched throat. She was like a vision, a beautiful goddess who was his if only for a small amount of time. Before Brooke had come into his life, he had never thought any romantic nights would ever again be part of his life. That side of him had died when his relationship with Sasha died. Truthfully, if he were honest, he’d admit that during those days, he wasn’t as romantic as he’d like to have been. He was away on a mission or training in some fashion but when he did have some down time, though very little, he did try. However, that wasn’t enough for Sasha, obviously she wanted something or someone else. Thoughts of Sasha and their botched relationship fled his mind as he watched Brooke kneel on the bed.

Brooke untied Ian’s tie. She wanted to undress him. She wanted to savor the anticipation of undressing him like a gift she wanted so badly. And badly was how she wanted him. Already she was slick with desire and if he toughed her, she might explode. Slowly, taking her time she looked deeply in his eyes before she then moved to his jacket and slid it off his broad shoulders. A chill went through her body as she unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his muscular chest. She looked before she threw the shirt making sure it didn’t hit any the candles. Did he know how sexy his was? He was a woman’s walking fantasy, sexy, handsome and with a killer body. Taking her time, she ran her finger down the middle of his chest down to his perfect abs. Muscles clinched as she explored his body. His eyes narrowed with unconcealed passion as she found his the buckled his belt. “ I want you naked.” She purred in a voice that she didn’t recognize as her own. His belt hit the floor as his pants did. Standing there, with this chest heaving in only his underwear, he looked more than appetizing. His underwear, something new, were silk boxers gripped against his muscular thighs and couldn’t contain his massive erection.

Ian however wasn’t embarrassed, why should he be? She had done this and just looking at her was enough to keep him hard for a very long time. But he was honestly intrigued by the look in her eyes. He hadn’t seen that type of look ever. Brooke took her time skimming the light tips of her finger down his chest, down his stomach to the light trail of hair that lead to his pen*s. Ian’s breathing increased with need. His eyes darkened. “What are you waiting for?” She smiled at him and god, he groaned. She licked her lips. That pink soft tongue, he could only imagine what kind of pleasure it could bring him.
“ I’m waiting for you to tell me what you want.” Her fingers moved down his thighs caressing them softly and made their way back up close to him. Closer. God, he swallowed hard. A finger grasped one of his balls lightly and then again. So, he knew that it wasn’t an accident. She was playing with him. Brooke loved the power that she had over him. Loved how a man who strong, so controlling was latterly quivering at her hands. His pen*s jumped as she touched his sac. “You’re doing thing on purpose.”
“ Maybe.” She wasn’t ashamed. “ You still haven’t told me what you want.” She no longer was looking down at him. She was instead looking deeply into his eyes. She wanted to remember this. Remember the look of passion, of intense need.
“ I want you to touch me.” He said in a husky voice. Damn, he thought. He almost couldn’t get the words out. She took her sweet time lightly touching him on the tip of his ****. He was hot and hard yet on the tip it soft and full. She ran her finger around the tip until a drop of fluid appeared. Daintily, she collected the drop with the tip of her finger and then licked it off. It was one of the sexiest things that he had ever seen. He seized her mouth in a soul-shattering kiss suckling at her mouth, stroking her tongue with his own. He tasted a bit of himself on her lips but it didn’t matter, he loved how he tasted on her lips. Brooke felt a fire start at the pit of her stomach and fill the rest of her. Her hands felt the strong muscles in his back and moved it down to cup his strong firm butt. She loved the power she felt just by him being naked and she clothed.
“ No, not yet.” Her breath was husky from the powerful kiss that they shared. “ I’m not done”
“ You aren’t?”
“ So. Tonight, you’re mine to do as I please.” Brooke moved away for moment to study him. He was a dream a fantasy to behold and for tonight, he was hers. “ Take off your shoes.” She had been so quick to undress him that he still had on his shoes and socks. Ian made quick work of his shoes and his socks and stood before her naked. “ Get on the bed.”
He raised an eyebrow at her but did as she said. He moved on the bed and lay down with his hand behind his head resting up against the pillows. Brooke moved off the bed and started to take off her boots. He stopped her. “ No. Let me do that for you.” He moved toward her grasping her heel lightly feeling the soft leather against his skin. Moving his hands up to the top of his thigh, he stroked the skin. It felt soft and incredible. And damn, she smelled so good like roses. Taking his own time, like she did to him, he unzipped the boot and took it off before he picked up her foot and kissed her stocked feet. Then he moved to the next foot and gave it similar treatment. However he didn’t stop there. He gripped Brooke’s thighs and pulled her toward him over top of his erection. She felt him throbbing hard in between her legs only a scrap of lace of her panties kept her from him. She wanted to wait to prolong it to savor every moment however she found herself pushing against his ****, he was so hard and so full it was almost compelling to rub herself against him but she stop herself, she wanted to wait. Ian however didn’t want to wait. He peeled to top part of her dress down to expose her bra covered breast, unhooking the obstruction he made quick work of it of baring her breast to his greedy eyes. Taking her by surprise, he quickly suckled her breast hard into his mouth pulling at her hard nipples. The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain in which she found to be erotic. Gripping her things with her own, she pressed herself against him even more. Ian traced the areole of her breast with his tongue for a few maddening seconds before he suckled the nipple inside of his mouth. Brooke arched her back to allow him access to fully explore her body. He raised her up to her knees and then pushed the rest of her dress down. Clad in only panties, garters and stockings, he let go of her breast and made his way down to her panties. Using his teeth, he pulled her panties down leaving just with her garters and stockings on. He studied her for a moment looking at her wet shinny nipples, full breast and finally at the golden hair in between her legs. Running his finger through her hair, he inhaled her scent and sighed. “ You smell sweet like roses.”
“ It’s my shampoo.”
“ Shampoo. Only on you could it smell like that.” Ian chuckled. “ On everyone else it just smells like shampoo.” Seeing him laughing and smiling filled Brooke’s heart. This was a different man than she had almost a month ago.
“ That’s beautiful.”
“ What?”
She touched the dimple on his right cheek tracing the curve of it. “ Your smile. It’s so beautiful. You should do it more often.”
Surprise shown in his eyes. He hadn’t expected that comment. “ It’s because you’ve given me a reason to smile.” He answered honestly. Brooke’s opened her mouth to respond but it didn’t get out since Ian captured it in a searing kiss.

Eric was working on a sketch on his latest evening gown when Thorne came into the office. “Dad, I just received a fax from Robert Kirkman.” Roberto was in charge of the latest boutiques in Paris. “ I think that you ought to take a look.”
He handed his father the paper. Pausing to take the papers Eric studied the information Thorne had provided. Glancing up at his son he was a bit surprised. “ Are you sure?”
“ Yes. Based on this information we’ve received from all the different boutiques and special orders, if we go ahead with Ridge’s idea and get rid of Brooke’s Bedroom we could lose over 8 million dollars in this year alone.’
Eric was floored. “ I knew that it sold well.”
“ But not that well. I know. Who knew?” Thorne took a seat opposite of Eric’s. I know that Ridge was considering pulling production however it’s not a good idea. That line alone is allowing us to even consider to venture of having our own Men’s store. We are sinking a great deal of money into that idea. I don’t think that it’s smart to bit the hand that feeds you. We just can’t allow Ridge to pull the line. We’d be losing millions.
Eric sat down and studied the figures. The Scandalous advertisements had been pulled and no other advertisements had been made on the line. Both Stephanie and Ridge had harped on Forrester’s Imagine and how Brooke had ruined it. True, he didn’t too much care for image that Brooke’s Bedroom had for the company but the figures didn’t lie, it was a sure thing, a real money maker. Eric tapped his pen on the table. He didn’t like to admit it but lately he wasn’t sure that Ridge acting as CEO was the best thing for the company anymore. His son had spent money having his office redecorated and expanded knocking down the wall to the other office on the side.He also spent so much time “ acting as CEO” that he hardly had time to design anymore. He had to fit it end his busy schedule. Worse than that, he was rude and overbearing to the point that nobody wanted to work with him. Eric had mentioned it to Ridge however Ridge had brushed it off. But now, his wanting to shut down production of Brooke’s Bedroom was a move that he couldn’t allow Ridge to make. He was going to have a long hard talk with her son. He couldn’t let his son destroy his company. Not for the first time in a long time in the last couple of weeks he wished that Brooke were back.

“Deacon!” Bridget ran and threw herself in the arms of her very cold husband who was standing next to Sam. Deacon wrapped his arms around her. “ Oh God, I was so worried.”
“ Worried? When I got back to the car and you were gone, I almost shit bricks.”
“ Deacon.” She admonished.
“ I was scared baby.” He kissed her on the lips gently. “ I’m just glad to know that you are alright.”
“That I am. I was in good hands.” She turned to Frank. “ Frank took good care of me.”
Deacon shook the older man’s hand before he put his arm around Bridget. “ Thank you for taking good care of my wife. She means the world to me and I don’t know what I’d do if I anything happened to her. I owe you a great deal.”
“ It’s nothing. Why don’t you go sit in front of the fire and cool off. Dinner’s almost ready.”
Deacon’s stomach started to grumble. “ Thanks, I guess that I’m pretty hungry. Let’s eat.” They followed Sam down the hallway to the kitchen.

Amber finished checking on Little Eric who was sound asleep in his room and finished putting his toys away in his toy chest. He really loved it here, having his own room; a place to swim in and a playroom was like a dream to him. She hadn’t been lying when she told Stephanie how much she loved living at Brooke. Brooke’s house had it all and she hoped that she and Rick would find a place like it. Amber frowned. She had had the real estate agent to show her a couple of places in Beverly Hills but Rick said that it was out of their budget. Eric and Stephanie had offered to buy them a home, after all they gave Deacon and Bridget one but Rick had refused. He stated that he wanted to do it on his own, without their help and their money. Amber didn’t agree to Rick’s decision. What was the point of being a rich Forrester if you didn’t use the connection or the money? She told him to dip into his trust fund if he didn’t agree with taking a home as a gift then he could at least take some of the millions that Brooke had put into a trust but Brooke had made some stupid rule that Rick couldn’t touch it until he wad twenty-three. He did however have Forrester stock but he couldn’t touch it until Brooke signed it over to him. Damn that Brooke, if only she hadn’t had created such rules to ensure that he didn’t get his money. So, until they could find a home they could afford, or at least build for a price that Rick agreed with, they were here. It wasn’t as if Forrester didn’t pay Rick well, they did but Amber thought that he or at least she deserved more. Especially when she found that Brooke gave Bridget a huge monthly sum of living expensive. Amber had also seen how much money Ridge raked in and thought that Rick deserved at least some of it. Stepping out into the hallway Amber went down the hallway and stopped in front of Brooke’s bedroom. Opening the door, she smelled the scent of fresh flowers that were delivered daily. Wasn’t that just like Brooke to have flowers when she wasn’t even there? Amber sat down on the beautifully decorated comforter that matched the soft colors of the bedroom treatment behind her bed as well as the soft colors of the bedroom. Amber lay back against the soft bed. “Ahh.” The slight ache in her lower back lessened. The bed felt marvelous and before she knew it, she fell asleep.

Taylor’s dress lay on the floor next to the thong she had been wearing earlier that night along with her shoes. Ridge’s rumpled tux lay in a heap as well with his shirt and shoes scattered around the bedroom floor. Ridge rolled off his wife kissing her gently as they finished their lovemaking. Taylor smiled softly and tried to hide her disappointment. It had been a long time but she had thought…well, Ridge had always been a wonderful lover but tonight something had been missing. Nagging thoughts pushed at her as she wrapped the sheet around her as he poured her a glass of champagne. It wasn’t as if it had been bad, it hadn’t bee but clearly his mind was elsewhere. Ridge turned from Taylor busying himself and reluctantly admitting to only himself that tonight he had a difficult time keeping his erection. He didn’t know what in the world was wrong with him. He had never had this problem before. His wife was beautiful; she had a lush breast, supple thighs and a face of a goddess. He and Taylor never really had a problem in the bedroom before. Sure, she wasn’t as fiery or a hungry as Brooke nor a skilled with a potent mouth but… Damn it! His inner voice yelled. He had to stop it. He didn’t want Brooke anymore. He wanted his wife.
“ Ridge, honey, are you alright?”
He handed her a glass before kissing her lips again. “ Of course I am it’s just. I’m feeling so guilty about what happened.”
Relief swept through Taylor. Thank god that his lackluster performance had to do with his guilt and not her. “ Ridge, honey, tonight isn’t about that. It’s about us.” Pulling back the covers, she exposed her naked body and made her way over toward him. “ Tonight about just us.” She pushed him back on the bed. Kissing him at this neck, she took her time moving down his body. She placed light kissing on his chest, his stomach.” Seeing her husband rise with desire, she smiled to herself. Yes, she knew what to do to keep him. Ridge, who had never seen this side of his wife, was surprised to say the least. Sure, she more that enjoyed it when he tasted her but she had made it clear after Thomas was born that the mouth that kissed their son would no be the mouth kissing his pen*s. Not that it had surprised him; she never was into that kind of stuff anyway. Taylor’s mouth kissed his thigh and he pulled her head up.
“ Taylor. Doc..Are you sure that you want to…”
“ Yes” she cut him off. I’m YOUR WIFE and I want to please you. Ridge closed his eyes and enjoyed it as she took him into her mouth. “ God, he groaned.” Brooke’s image popped into his head and he thrust himself into Taylor’s warm mouth. After a few seconds of suckling however, reality crashed in as Taylor’s efforts weren’t rewarding as he’s liked since she lacked the finesse that Brooke had.

Ian’s hands bulged as his hands gripped the sheets hard. The torture that she was putting his body through was both painful and pleasurable at the same time. Where in the world had she learned to do what she was doing? She had started with his feet. She massaged his inner soles and actually kissed them. Nobody had ever kissed his feet before. Next, she had made her way up his legs. Taking the hot oil that was resting on the nightstand she poured it on his thighs and rubbed them into his skin after in which she caressed them and then kissed the back of his knees. Holy FU(K! If someone would have told him that the back of his knees was a G spot, he’d never believed them but he found that it was when her tongue touched his knees. However, she wasn’t through with him. She had oiled her own breast and rubbed them against his already heavy erection for a few moments to tease him. When he tried to capture her, she stopped him and made him put his arms back behind his head. “ I told you.” She said with all authority as she pushed his hands back and then artfully arched herself just over his erection. “ I’m in charge. We either play it my way or we don’t play at all.” she paused to lick the inner as her breathed her command. He always liked a woman who could take control.
“ Alright. We play it your way.”
She grinned like a cat that was savoring a large bowl of milk. She then went back to his thighs. Using her tongue, she licked a path to her his right inner thigh just before she bit him. He was startled by her action however her mouth sucking his skin followed the pain made him want her to do it again. Again, she dished out the right about of pleasure and pain to keep him wanting more. However the pleasure of her mouth on his inner thighs, the gratification of her teeth scraping up and up toward him was nothing compared to the intense pleasure of her cupping and playing with him to finally take him into her warm wet willing mouth. That was when she started killing him. She knew how to lick him base to stem, she knew how to use her tongue to dip and to dap and most of all she knew how to suckle him so hard that he almost couldn’t stand it. Perspiration beaded on his forehead as he tried to master his orgasm but she wouldn’t let him With clenched fist, a hard taught body he only had a few seconds before he pulled her head away and came in a just rush covering his stomach with his semen. Brooke watched him with fascination as he had come, even that with him was beautiful. As he caught his breath she reached for a bowl of warm water that had been provided and washed him. Amazingly, she watched him rise again at the mere touch of her hand.
Ian who had caught his breath pulled her down for a souring kiss, his tongue boldly stroked her own tasting her making a burn with desire. She needed him. She ached for him. She wanted him. Reaching over she tried to find the bowl of condoms that had been supplied as well. Ripping the foil packet with her teeth she quickly got it on and before he could clear his head, she opened her thighs and pushed him allowing him to enter her. Ian closed his eyes at the pleasure of it all. She was so tight and so wet; he wanted to come in her already. Control yourself, he thought. It was time that he pleasured her. Pulling himself up, he took her breast into this mouth. Stroking her nipples with his tongue he savored her sweet taste while he thrust slowly into her. Brooke moved her pelvis against him allowing herself to move up and down. With every thrust back into her body intense pleasure filled her. Ian, who had plans of his own found her wet as he slid a finger against her wet clitoris, manipulating the bud with mastery he stroked her. Brooke clung to him as he moved up off the bed inside of her however when his fingers started their assault, it was too much for her take; she started to have an orgasm. Ian, who knew the signs, encouraged her. “That’s right baby. Take it. Come for me. Do you hear me Brooke, come for me now!”
With that she let go and her body contracted so hard and forcefully that he had to hold his breath and stop moving to ensure that he didn’t come. He watched her with delight as her eyes clouded with passion and held on her body as she moaned his name. Only when she finally stopped he once again began to move again inside of her warmth. Then, he gripped her and turned over quickly that she was now on her back and he was looming over her, hot and hard inside of her body. He gave her a ferocious grin. “ My turn.” He growled as he thrust deep within her and in the next hour, he showed her in great detail what his turn meant.

Bridget truthfully didn’t want to go out into the blistering cold against especially after the hospitality of Frank and Sam but she didn’t want to impose on them any more than they had already.
“ I’m telling you, it’s no problem. We have a guest room that you can stay in.” Frank told them.
“ It’s alright. I think that we ought to get our hotel room so that way we can get an early start tomorrow.” Bridget hated to think about how waiting for the SUV was going to slow them down. Calling Ian’s home and not having anyone answer worried her more than she was willing to say. Deacon, who knew that his wife was very concerned understand her resolve to press on. “ We appreciate everything you’ve done. She’s just worried about her mother.”
“ That I can understand but I don’t think that you have anything to worry about. Ian may not like women but he’d never hurt one.”
“ Doesn’t like them? Is he?” Deacon motioned his hand back and forth.
“ Gay, naw Though that isn’t the lack of trying from some of women around here. He keeps to himself. Although I’m sure there to some widow or available woman who uhhh services his needs from time to time.”
“ Services his needs?” What kind of man was her mother with? “ That sounds barbaric.”
Frank gave her a look of sympathy. “ I’m just stating the facts.” He looked at the time. It was already well past midnight. “ Well, we had better get a move on. I’ll drive you to town before it gets too late.”

The occupants of room 208 had hardly come up for air. The candlelight from the candles was fading out however that didn’t have any effect on them. Brooke was on her knees moaning as Ian pushed himself into her once again. He had started this madding rhythm that took to the edge of bliss only to have him stop and start again. He was entering her from behind, his body cupping her as they kneeled onto the bed. Sweat dripping off their bodies. The aroma of sex filled the air and her hair was damp. Ian pulled her back against him, groaning with satisfaction as she clinched her muscles tight around him. Damn, it just kept getting better and better.

Taylor lay snuggled in the arms of Ridge stroking his chest. “ You know, we should do this more often.’
“Mm.” He kissed the top of her head.
“ Are you listening?” She raised her head looking down at him.
“ I think that I was distracted.”
“ Still thinking about earlier.” She kissed him lightly on his chest before laying her head back down. “ I was saying that we need to have more romantic nights like this.”
“ I agree.” Ridge hugged her closer to him. “ I promise that there will be a lot more romantic dinners and outings in the future.”
“ Well, I have an idea that might allow us to have more time together.”
“ You have? What?”
“ Ridge as CEO you have the power to appoint members to the board. As your wife and the mother of your children and a woman who happens to wear Forrester clothing, who else would be better to sit beside you on the board?”
“ You want to work for Forrester?”
“ Why not. It’s exciting and I think that I have a lot to offer the company and to you. Imagine how we well we could work together.”
“Taylor, you don’t have a degree in business.”
“ And Brooke does? Brooke was a chemist and she took over your family’s company. She didn’t have a business degree. If she could run the company then at least I can sit on the board.” Suspicion started to naw at Taylor. “ Or is it me that you don’t want to work on the board.”
“No, Doc. That isn’t what I was trying to get at.” Ridge sat up. “ Things are kind of tense at work. I’m trying to make a lot of changes at the company.”
“ I know honey and I want to help. When Brooke finally gets back she’ll be up to her old tricks. She’ll try to do her best to come between us and ruin the company. But it doesn’t have to be that way. Just think about it. Having a board with you, me, your mother, father and Thorne all united against Brooke. How long will she want to keep working there when nobody wants her around. She had hurt everyone in the family and so no longer has her biggest ally. You. Brooke will be all alone working in a hostile environment. She won’t be able to handle it for so long. I know Brooke. I’ve studied women like her. She always needs somebody to come and rescue her. She needs a man to make her feel good. She won’t have that. Nor will she have any friends to support her.”
“ Rick and Bridget…”
“ Are too young to get involved. Rick is sitting on the board, yes, but he doesn’t have a say in the running of the company until he’s old enough to get his stock. That will be a long way coming. And Bridget, well she’s too young to really be involved with Forrester. Besides, Deacon will keep Bridget pretty busy. Besides, I’ve been given Deacon a great deal of thought.
Ridge was more than surprised by his wife’s nefarious tone. “ You’ve given this a lot of thought.”
“ You are my husband. I love you. I want to support you and stand by you in every way possible. Right now you are in a position of power at Forrester. Let stand by you and help to keep that position when Brooke come back.” A very determined look came upon Taylor’s face. “ I want us to have it all. Love, family and Forrester. I can help you if you let me.”
This was a new side of Taylor that he hadn’t ever seen. She had never really showed any interest in Forrester before. Yes, there had been that time that she had worked for Forrester as a therpist but he knew that was because she had wanted to be near him to get him to change his mind about their divorce. Admitdly, her arguments made sense. Brooke hadn’t had a business degree and she somehow ended up being a formidable CEO however he wasn’t sure that he could say the same for his wife. BUT, he owed it to her. After all, he had been willing to throw away their marriage for Brooke. If Taylor wanted to work at Forrester, then he had no problem. Better yet, if she was correct and the added pressure drove Brooke away, then that was even better. He turned his attention back to his wife. “ Are you sure you want to take this on. You’ve never liked to deal with Brooke before and this means when she gets back you’ll have to see her everyday. Are you sure that you’ll be able to do it after what I told you today? Forrester’s a company and I’d like to keep any private matters that occurred out of the lunchroom as gossip.”
“ Sweetheart, you don’t have to worry. I don’t plan on saying a thing to Brooke to even let her know about her failed seduction in Paris.” Taylor trailed her finger under Ridge’s chin. My entire focus is on you and YOU running the company. Forrester is your birthright. It’s our children’s birthright and she stole it from and our children. Don’t get me wrong, I adore Bridget and Rick but do you really think it’s fair that they will someday run Forrester. Ridge frowned. He had been immersed in work that he hadn’t given any thought to the future and how Rick and Bridget would no doubt have the lion’s share of the stocks. Taylor knew that she finally had gotten her husband’s attention. Think about it. For years you’ve slaved, created wonderful designs in the fashion world but it won’t be Thomas or the girls who’ll end up with the profits of your hard labor. It will be Brooke’s children. Rick and Bridget. Rick and that gutter tramp wife of his, who no doubt hold his balls and sweet little Bridget who is married to Deacon.” The repulsion showed on face. “ Can you imagine he or Amber sitting on the board? Think about what that would do to your company. Think about how our children would feel to see them running what should have been there’s.”
Ridge turned away. If this had been his mother, he would have expected this conversation but this wasn’t his mother. This is Taylor, his sweet innocent wife. But that isn’t her. This was someone else. The new Taylor poured herself a glass of champagne and laid back amid the sheets. “ So what do you say?”
Maybe this is what he needed. He needed something to focus on besides his own anger and resentment regarding Brooke. Maybe Taylor was right. Brooke owned it all. This would have been his company to run if Brooke weren’t involved. He didn’t want to see or look at her ever again and he sure as hell didn’t want her taking his children’s birthright. Ridge turned toward his wife. “ I think that you would be an wonderful addition to Forrester Creations.”

Bridget and Deacon finally found their room. “This is it.” Deacon fumbled with the keys, dropped them and uttered a few curses before he found it. “Finally.” He opened the door to admit them to a quaint room. Bridget followed closely behind him. She was too exhausted to look at around at their surroundings and pay attention to the detail that the decorated wanted the ‘Blue Room” to have. Instead she found the bedroom and fell face down into the bed. Within a matter of moments she was asleep in her clothes. Deacon felt for her young wife. This had been a long day and tomorrow would be longer as they would try to get another rental. He slipped off Bridget’s shoes and took off her pants and sweater. Next went her bra and panties with a movement from her. Damn, she was knocked out. Kissing her and then covering her up with the thick comforter, he headed to the bathroom took a hot shower to warm his frozen body. The shower was jus what he needed to loosen his muscles. Drying himself off with a towel, he lit a cigarette ignoring the no smoking sign that was on the pamphlets that rested in the living room of the suite. It wasn’t until he lay back and allowed himself to relax that he heard it. A audible moan coming from the next room. Grinning to himself he inhaled deeply. “ It seems that town as boring as I though. Somebody’s getting lucky.” Looking down at his slumbering wife. Too bad it wasn’t him, he thought.

Rick had come home to find his son asleep and his wife missing. He looked all over the house getting worried when he noticed that his mother’s bedroom door was open. That didn’t make any sense because it was late. Opening the door he found his wife curled up on the bed asleep. “ Amber.” He shook to wake her up. Amber opened her eyes to find her husband frowning at her.
“ Rick.” She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
“ What are you doing in here?”
“I ah…I thought that I heard a noise and came in to investigate.”
“ You don’t belong in here. My mother would have a fit if she knew you were in here.”
Annoyed that he was always defending his precious mother she snapped at him. “ And so what if she did. What’s the big deal? I’m her daughter-in-law. The mother of her grandchildren although she doesn’t act like it.”
Rick ignored that comment. He had had that argument many times and wasn’t going to start that tonight. He was tried.“ Mom wouldn’t see it like that. She still hasn’t forgotten the first time that I allowed you access to her bedroom.”
Amber rolled over to help her get out of the bed in her pregnant condition. “ For your information. That was years ago and I have no intention of stealing from you mother. I was tired so a laid down for a minute. That isn’t a crime Rick.”
“ I’m not saying it is but this is her house Amber.” He moved toward his wife who slapped his hand away. “ Come on Amber, don’t be like this?”
“ Be like what? Pissed off when my husband accuses me of what, trying to steal from my own mother-in-law?”
“ I didn’t say that and you know it. I’m just saying that my mother wouldn’t want you to in here. This is her house and we’ve got to respect her things. You have run of the entire estate but her room. Mom’s got her personal things, her journals and her private papers in here. So please stay out of here.”
“ I heard you the first time you told me Rick. Don’t worry. I’ll stay out of her mommy’s room! In fact since you have this thing about rooms why don’t you sleep in the guest room tonight.” With that she stormed out of the room leaving Rick feeling very tired and overwhelmed. There were days that he wasn’t even sure if he liked his wife.

Ian held Brooke tightly as she slept on top of his chest. He was worn out and she sure as hell wore him out. He smiled. But damn, she did ware him out and he loved ever fu(king minute of it. Brooke whimpered in her sleep. He stroked her head to comfort her whispering reassurances to her that seemed to settle her. “ I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. Somehow you’ve gotten under my skin and into my heart. Tonight was so special to me. I can’t remember a time that I could be openly honest with someone and talk about my life.” He stroked her soft cheek.
“ To have someone whose smile could cause my cold heart come to life once again. To have someone to take the edge off my loneliness. Thank you Brooke for making me live again.” Kissing her once again on the top of her head he closed his eyes to settle in for a sleep while Brooke who had been listening to him opened her eyes feeling her heart swell with love. Dear God, she was totally in love with this man.

Taylor came out of the bathroom. She had taken a quick shower to cleanse herself after her lovemaking to Ridge. Tonight was fantastic. Ridge was once again focused on their family. Better yet, she had a position at Forrester Creations which would allow her to keep an eye on Ridge and most importantly, that bitch, Brooke. Throwing the towel on the chair she made her way to bed where Ridge was waiting. Climbing up on the bed in her silk pink robe she smiled as she noticed the box on the bed. “What’s this?” She asked him knowing full well that he was going to give her the gift that she had already seen the receipt for.
“ Just open it Doc.”
Taylor opened to box and found a pair of blue Topaz earrings surroundings by diamonds.
“ Like them. When I saw them, they reminded me of the color of your eyes.”
“ My eyes.” She hid her disappointment. “ Yes, they indeed match my eyes.” Kissing her husband on his cheek she turned away.
“ Aren’t you going to put them on. After all, tonight is a special occasion.”
“ Yes, tonight is certainly special.” Apparently it wasn’t special enough for that pink diamond ring. The ring that he had bought in Paris. Why didn’t he give it to her tonight? Was he waiting for a holiday? Their anniversary? Or something else? She looked to see her husband watching her with wary eyes.
“Doc, what’s wrong? You don’t like it?”
“ No, they are beautiful.”
“ Well, then put them on. There is nothing more I’d like better than to see them on you.”
Complying with her husband’s wishes Taylor tried on the earrings however the gesture of the moment was lost in doubt and wonder to what happened to the ring.

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