Chapter Fourteen: Strawberries & Whipped Cream

A/N: WARNING, adult content.

"Room 465, here is your key sir."

Brooklyn took the key from the hotel clerk. "Thanks."

"Do you think we'll be able to fit five people in one room?" John asked.

The older man shrugged. "I don't know how we're going to do it, but we'll find a way."

"Well, what if Jeff and I got a separate room?" Caria suggested.

Brooklyn looked over at John. "You know, here's a tip: Next time you think of opening your mouth; please don't." He turned to his sister and sighed. "Okay, I'll get you two a room."

He turned back around and checked in for another room.

Brooklyn's eye brow twitched. 'This better be worth it!'

xXx

"Good-night guys." Caria said.

"Good-night, make sure to set your wake-up call to 7:00 AM. We're gettin' up early tomorrow." Brooklyn instructed.

"We will."

"Okay, sleep tight; see you in the morning." Brooklyn said from the other side of the door. It was cracked ajar so Caria and he could talk.

"You too. 'Night love you." Brooklyn said.

"'Night, love you." Caria closed the door.

But they didn't leave right away and she heard Brooklyn and Amy argue.

Brooklyn faced Amy "If she comes out tomorrow with a special little accident, I'm blaming you."

"What?! ME?! I didn't do anything!" Amy exclaimed

"You're her older sister; you're the one that set the BAD EXAMPLE. Remember?" Brooklyn said.

"Whoa, and you're Mr. Perfection?!" Amy shot back.

Brooklyn laughed. "Well if you want to put it that way…"

Amy groaned. "Oh COME OFF IT!"

John sighed. "It's going to be a long night…"

"I think I started something." Caria tried stifling her laughter.

Jeff lied back onto the bed. He had taken his shirt off. "Oh jeez. Ha-ha…"

"Wait – Oh damn it, they're going away." Caria tried eavesdropping on the conversation. "Yep, no more fun."

She looked over at the miniature refrigerator with a hungry star. Caria went over and opened it. "Hmm I wonder what they have – (she gasped) – Ooh strawberries!"

Caria took the carton out and popped the lid open.

"So you like to wear the color red and eat it too?" Jeff teased.

She threw a strawberry at him. He flinched trying to block it. It fell to his side. "No, nimrod, but it is my favorite food. And you know what goes GREAT with strawberries?"

"What's that?"

Caria reopened the door to the miniature refrigerator. She took out a cylinder-like container. "Whipped cream!"

She plopped onto the bed next to him. "Want some?"

Jeff turned to his side and picked up the one she pegged him with. "No thanks, got one already."

Caria snickered. She pressed the top of the whipped cream and attempted to put some on her strawberry but missed. It ended up dropping onto her chest. She swore under her breath. Caria swiped most of what she could get off her skin and licked it away. But before her tongue touched her finger, the expression on Jeff's face caught her eye. His eyes were all the way open and he was blushing like mad.

Caria wiped some of the whipped cream onto his nose. "And what're you staring at dork-face?"

Jeff's eyes looked away and blinked. "Uhm, (he looked at her and smiled innocently) nothing."

Caria caught on. "Ohh, you mean this?"

She licked at the cream and played with it with her tongue.

"Mmm, was I right?" Caria asked slyly. A mischievous smirk crossed her lips.

"Well, yeah just a little." Jeff smirked back.

Caria picked up the can. "You know, I think there's a lot more we can do with this."

She pressed the knob of it carelessly as some more of it fell on her. "Oops…"

A dirty looked forced itself on the Cameron native's face. "May I?"

Caria nodded.

Jeff leaned her back and slid his tongue across her breast and down the middle of her chest. Cleaning it up, he pulled the strap of her dress and bra off of her left shoulder exposing her nipple. Jeff sucked on the flesh causing it to harden. It made the blonde moan softly.

He took down the other straps playing with the second nipple. Jeff soon tugged the white dress completely away. With it was her bra and underwear on the floor. They positioned themselves at the edge of the bed. Caria kicked off her heels; her whole body was now bare. Jeff was down to he white boxers.

He massaged her leg as she wrapped both of them onto his hips. "Caria, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I trust you."

"Okay." The rainbow-haired man said.

Jeff pulled down his shorts. He entered inside Caria; with a louder moan the moment began.