Bucky in Brooklyn

5 - Bucky.

OK, so my little stunt last week maybe wasn't my best idea. Who am I kidding? It was a great idea. I just didn't think through the repercussions. At first, she avoided me despite my best efforts to place myself in her path. I figured she was either pissed that I took it that far or that she was embarrassed to admit it ever happened. That was until her massage appointment on Tuesday. That's when I realised she was just toying with me. Turns out, that was just the start.

Brooklyn has since gone out of her way to brush up against me, bend over in front of me, walk around in next to nothing, and just be a goddamn tease. Of course, on the surface, I'm unaffected, but honestly, I don't know how much more of this I can take. I've never been so turned on in my life, especially not by a woman who, up until a couple of weeks ago, was nothing but a hindrance to my existence. And even now, she's still a pain in my ass. The difference is now, I kinda like it.

I've done my research on Brooklyn, I really did have her all wrong. She has a ridiculous amount of different qualifications and achievements under her belt, including several for her designs. I read an article about her and her mom being robbed at gunpoint. This is probably why she learned to shoot and carries a gun. I even read about her time spent touring the factories De Marco has in Asia. It doesn't mention that she took the time to learn the languages before she went.

Tonight, she's wearing another De Marco original, but not a new one, I heard her tell Nat it's from the 2015 Winter collection, but it's one of her favourites. And I can see why. It's entirely made of black lace, a corset top, and cuts off midway down her thighs at the front but continues to the ground at the back and hugs every delicious curve she has. She looks fucking hot. And every guy in here has taken notice. Tony decided he wanted to go out tonight, so he booked the VIP suite at Studio 64.

Usually, I would avoid these nights like the plague, but I couldn't waste an opportunity to spend time with Brooklyn. Not that she's paying me any attention right now. She's currently on the other side of the rope separating us from the rest of the club, with two guys obviously trying to flirt with her. I'm not jealous. After they seem to spend an awful long time talking, they move even further away and begin dancing, but apparently, it's not just me who notices.

Sam slides up beside me. "You just gonna stand here pining after her all night?" I scoff. "I'm not pining. I'm just making sure she's OK." He laughs. "Sure you are. Nice shirt by the way." Dammit. I was hoping no one would notice. I went shopping this week and happened to come across a navy blue De Marco shirt. It set me back two hundred bucks, but it's possibly the nicest piece of clothing I own. And when Tony said there's no way I'd get in here in a t-shirt, well, I had no other option.

"Just go and dance with her." Sam encourages, but my eyes drift to Tony. I'm pretty sure he's noticed my sudden interest in Brooklyn, but he hasn't said anything yet. And I don't want to give him a reason to hate me more. "Oh shit, Bucky! Here's your chance!" I look back towards Brook, and some guy who is obviously too drunk has just knocked into her and spills his pitcher of beer down her. I step over the rope and make my way towards her, the drunk now shielding my view of her completely, but I hear her.

"Watch where you're going, asshole!" As I sidestep him and see the fury on her face, I also see the guy reaching his hand towards her. Nuh-huh, not today. I grab his wrist and twist, feeling the bones crack through my leather gloves before pushing him backwards onto his ass. Brook turns to me wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open. Security is on the scene within seconds and escorting the wailing bastard away. I move in front of her, blocking her view and grasping her shoulders, "are you OK?"

She looks up at me, and a slow smile stretches across her lips. "Yeah, I'm good, my knight in shining armour." I roll my eyes as she leans in closer. "Look, my dress is ruined, and I stink of beer. I'm gonna head back. Will you let Tony know?" I ponder that for a second. "Wait here." I turn and notice that everyone is already looking in this direction. When I get to Tony, he leans toward me so I can talk into his ear. "That guy spilt beer all over her, and she wants to head home. I'll escort her back."

I'm not asking for permission, but when he pulls back, I wait as he studies me. After a few seconds, he nods and leans back in, "thanks, Bucky." I turn and make my way back to Brooklyn, frowning at the fact Tony called me Bucky instead of Barnes. When I reach her, I hold out my arm, which she takes and proceed to glare at the two guys she was dancing with earlier as we head for the exit. When we get outside, Tony must have called for the driver already because one of the SUV's we arrived in is already waiting out front.

I help Brook inside and shut the door behind her before moving around to the other side and getting in the back seat beside her. "You know you didn't need to come back with me. You could have stayed and enjoyed yourself." Yeah, that wouldn't have happened. "Nah, it's not really my scene anyway." I shrug. "What is your scene?" She asks, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm more of a stay in and watch a movie kind of guy." I say, frowning when I realise how boring that must sound to her.

She laughs a little, "yeah, I see that." Great, she thinks I'm some loser who stays in all the time and watches movies like a nerd. Oh god. That is me! The realisation hits me hard, and I mustn't hear Brooklyn when she continues talking to me because she places a hand on my arm. "Earth to James." I startle and look at her hand, and then her face. "Did I lose you for a second there, Sargent?" All rational thoughts leave me when she removes her seatbelt and swings her leg over mine, straddling my lap.

"What are you doing?" She places her forearms on my shoulders and gently begins to drag her nails through the base of my hair. It feels pretty heavenly. "Just making sure you don't get distracted again." Oh, I'm definitely distracted. The blood in my brain is running in a different direction. "This isn't safe." See what I mean? The hottest woman I've ever met is straddling me on the backseat of a moving vehicle, and suddenly, I'm concerned over her lack of seatbelt.

She lifts my arms, which were hanging uselessly at my side and place my hands on her hips. "There we go. You've got me, right?" Snap out of it, Bucky! I grip her with confidence, dragging her a little closer and moving my hands a little lower. To her ass. "There, now I've got you." She smiles, her face only a few inches from mine. And then I feel it. She's very subtly grinding herself down on my dick. "You seem a little tense, Buck, everything OK?" She asks with a mischievous smirk. Am I OK?

I start subtly rocking my hips upwards, knowing she can feel it when she catches her bottom lip in her teeth. "Fine. What about you? You look a little flustered there." She grits her teeth. "Fine." I'm not sure what this game we're playing is, but I do know we want each other and she feels fucking amazing in my hands and pressed down on my dick. I also know what her pussy feels like under that dress, I've jerked off so many times thinking about I've lost count. I regret nothing.

Our breaths come out slightly harsher as we become less subtle in pleasuring each other through our clothes. "Fuck, doll." I break, pre-cum leaking from my painfully hard dick. A soft moan escapes her lips as I squeeze her ass, grinding her down on me even harder. Then suddenly, the car grinds to a halt, and Brooklyn is gone and out the door before I even know where we are. Home. I jump out her already open door and chase after her. "Brooklyn!" I call, but she must already be inside.

When I arrive at the living quarters, she's already made it up the stairs and is looking down at me from the balcony. "You run fast for a girl in heels." I comment, you'd think they were running shoes, not 4 inches high. "You run slow for a super soldier." I breathe a laugh and shake my head, and then a sly smirk takes over her face. "What are you doing?" I ask, feeling a plot twist coming on. She says nothing and bolts towards the first-floor bedrooms. Our bedrooms. "Brooklyn, get back here!" I demand, giving chase once again.

I make it to her door just as it slams in my face, slamming my fist on it. "Son of a bitch." I mutter, turning on my heel and going into my own room, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. My cell pings, letting me know I have a new message, I don't recognise the number, which is odd. No one has this number. When I open it, my mouth drops open immediately. It's a photo Brooklyn has taken of herself in her bathroom. Completely fucking naked. Holy shit. My actions are no longer my own. Fuck this.