Other Fan Fiction ❯ Brooke Knows Best ❯ As Tempting as you Are ( Chapter 2 )

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hogan Knows Best; it was created by VH1 and the Hogan Family. Also anything in reference to Brooke Hogan's behavior is merely a reflection of my own perverted mind so don't sue me!!!

 

If you are under the age of 17, please do not read. If you are at least 17, please go on

 

 

A/N: I think this chapter will definitely get your juices going. I'm not sure, as I am currently writing this authors note halfway into it if they will hook or merely do a little physical flirting, but I do plan on a certain black man's anti-white girl barrier getting chipped away just a bit this chapter if you know what I mean :) Anyhow, we find our two characters are at the hotel as Brooke is currently working on her newest music project...

 

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Brooke Knows Best

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

If it was one thing Darnell had learned within the first few minutes of being Brooke's bodyguard, it was that she definitely did not pack light. He had two large suitcases that he figured contained two dead bodies a piece. They were currently in New York City, and on the fourth floor of the hotel they were staying at. Brooke stood impatiently at room 402 waiting for Darnell to catch up. He grunted as he hefted the hot-pink suitcases onto the ground with a loud thud.

 

"Hey be careful I have important stuff in those!" Brooke exclaimed.

 

"S...Sorry" Darnell replied, getting his breath back, "But..those things...are...heavy." He wiped his brow with the sleeve of his suit jacket.

 

"Well that's why we hired you wasn't it? Like, just put them on the bed and you can go do whatever it is you guys do." She rolled her eyes in slid the room key card against the sensor. The door opened with a click and she walked in, Darnell dragging the suitcases behind them. The room was quite nice, two beds with a full bath. The TV was a 27" plasma monitor and came equipped with satellite cable instead of regular. She lay her body flat on the far bed, resting on her stomach and face as she groaned into the mattress. She was currently clad in some khaki capris, that like everything else she wore, were curve huggers; and a red shirt with a white Swiss Army logo on the front, although now it was hidden from view. Her red flip flops slid off of her feet at the impact and as she curled her toes, allowing them to pop, Darnell noticed that each toenail was now a cherry red instead of clear with white tips. She whined into the mattress, her words hard to make out but Darnell wasn't really paying attention.

 

"GROD I don't ranna ro to the studio toright...."

 

Darnell smirked, setting the suitcases on top of the other bed and quickly gazing over her backside. He imagined being a little horse and running from the small of her back up the large swell of her ass and down to her supple thighs. He shook his head, cursing himself for his lack of control and cleared his throat to get her attention. She looked up from the bed at him, her blonde tresses falling over her face in a most exotic way.

 

"What is it? Tip or something?" she joked.

 

"No, I was just letting you know that I would be in the hotel's weight room if you needed me. You're father informed me that you are to remain in her until tonight when we leave for the studio mmkay?" He added that last part to not seem so robotic.

 

"Fine...whatever." Brooke replied and once again her face was in the soft mattress. Darnell smirked and turned to head out. He grasped his hand around the golden handle when Brooke suddenly spoke out.

 

"Hey...why'd you put those suitcases on the bed if you are sleeping there?"

 

Darnell was confused as he looked at her, he slowly replied "You...oh no, I'm not sleeping in the same room as you Ms. Hogan." She sat up and cocked her head to the side, almost dog like in nature.

 

"But, there are two beds why not?"

 

He shook his head, "I'm afraid that'd be breaking your father and my own's rules. Anyway, my room is 411, right down the hall. I'll be down here to assist you later when we leave Ms. Hogan." With that, Darnell exited. He wouldn't have minded sleeping in the same room, it would have made the job of keeping his eye on her much easier, but he knew the temptation would be too great. He went to his own room to change and quickly headed to the weight room. Twenty minutes into his workout he grunted as he set the dumbbells down. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to his broad chest. He stretched upper half with a few different stretches he had acquired over the years. He hissed with satisfaction as he felt the sore muscles pull and loosen. He tilted his head down and closed his eyes as he silently held the stretch for 30 seconds. Ironically, Darnell looked up just in time to see Brooke walk into the weight room. "What in the hell?" he said out loud to himself. She was wearing a white sports bra, but it did little to press down her large breasts. He could see her nipples pushing for escape against their confines. Darnell momentarily considered what color they were. Her flat stomach narrowed and flared out into sexy hips. White compression shorts clung to her lower-half like a second skin. From his angle, he could see her backside jiggle and tighten with each step. She had her blonde hair in one long braid that bounced back and forth from ass cheek to ass cheek. Some gym-rat walked up to her as she sat on a large rubber ball. He was wearing cloths almost tighter than hers. "Wow, what a tool..." Darnell mused as he got up and headed for the two.

 

"Yea, I work here at the hotel but I try to workout during my lunch break. I've never seen anyone as gorgeous as you come through here miss?" The man asked smoothly. Brooke smiled. The guy wasn't that bad looking. Sort of reminded her of Lance Armstrong, just bigger.

 

"I'm Brooke, Brooke Hogan. Nice to meet you too mister?" she trailed off.

 

"Derrick, Derrick Huge." he smiled, "But all of my friends just call me Big D, if you know what I mean." he winked at her.

 

Darnell had just arrived in time to hear that last line and he nearly laughed at loud. Brooke's sapphire eyes left Derricks and lingered on Darnell's chocolate orbs. She couldn't help but eye him up and down quickly, loving how the sweat gleamed off of his ebony skin. She felt that she was being too perverted when she tried her hardest and slyest to make out the outline of his package when he broke her train of thought.

 

"Is this guy bothering you Ms. Hogan?" Darnell asked, ready to give Derrick a quick one-two combo. He cracked his knuckles in preparation. Derrick swallowed audibly.

 

"Oh n-no...Derrick here was just explaining a ball workout to me." she lied, hoping it sounded believable. Darnell narrowed his eyes, knowing good and well the only balls this guy had on mind were his own.

 

"You sure?" he asked. The pop star blushed and nodded.

 

"Y-yes..." Darnell unclenched his fists and looked at Derrick as if he were covered in human feces.

 

"Touch her, and you'll be in the hospital comprende'?" he warned, rather than asked. Derrick smiled nervously and shook his head. He waved to Brooke and gave a nervous glance over to Darnell before he left the gym hurriedly.

 

"Geez did ya have to act all macho just because he was talking to me?" Brooke asked, glad that nothing had happened. Darnell shrugged and wiped his forehead with one of the hotel provided towels.

 

"Nah, but if any man comes into proximity of you I'm supposed to intervene. Mr. Hogan's orders"

 

Brooke rolled her eyes; she knew her dad would find a way to be a pain in the ass even he couldn't be there physically. She looked around for hidden cameras just in case and narrowed her eyes at Darnell.

 

"I fucking hate my dad sometimes, and if you're going to be like this then let me know NOW." Darnell remained silent for a few moments and slung the towel back over his shoulder.

 

"We're supposed to leave in two hours, I'll be at your room 20 minutes before we leave." he replied and walked past her. Terry had already warned him that his daughter had quite the mouth and the strength to back it up. She wasn't a fragile six-foot model, but more like an Amazonian diva. He threw the towel into the dirty towel hamper and made his way back upstairs to the fourth floor. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed the number for Terry Hogan; it was time to check in. Terry didn't pick up so Darnell left a message and set his phone down, undressing as he made his way to the bathroom. Brooke had been down in the gym for nearly 45 minutes, but every few minutes some guy would approach her and she was just fed up. She headed upstairs to her own room but paused at the door. She felt bad for how she had talked to Darnell and she figured it'd be best to apologize. The tall blonde made her way to his door, room 411 and raised her brows in surprise. The door hadn't fully closed! Hesitantly she entered. "Mr. Callouway?" she asked, but no reply came. His workout clothes littered the ground and she could hear water running from the bathroom. Steam billowed from the shower into the main room and she summed up he was taking a shower. She knew she just probably leave and come back later when he was guaranteed to be clothed but a voice inside her head kept telling her that one look wouldn't hurt. She sat on the bed and gathered her nerves. 'If he doesn't come out in 5 minutes, I'm going to go in there' she convinced herself. When about four minutes had passed she licked her full lips and prepared to get up when she heard the water stop. She wanted to bolt for the door, but something held her glued to the spot.

 

"Save room for my love....save room for a mo-ment to be with me..." Darnell sang, unaware that he had an audience, as he exited the shower. He had just bought John Legend's new c.d. and was really into the song; however he didn't know all the words so he just began to whistle the chorus over and over as he reached for a towel to dry himself off. He had the towel covering his face, drying himself off as he walked out of the bathroom. Brooke's eyes widened when she saw his lower half was uncovered. Darnell definitely had it going on in the size department. His penis hung, swinging from thigh to thigh as he stepped. It was at least 6 or 7 inches soft! However, his length wasn't what shocked her the most, it was his girth. She could only compare it to a package of ground beef you would buy in the roll. His testicles sagged behind his cock, each one about the size of a walnut. Water beaded on his curly pubic hairs. He kept it neatly trimmed. Just when Brooke was imagining what he would taste like when she heard someone clearing their throat. Her eyes snapped up to meet the chocolate orbs of Darnell, who didn't appear happy at all.

 

"Uh...I-I-I..Your door..w-wasn't...kind of o-open see?" Brooke stammered out the fragmented sentence. Darnell slowly draped the towel around his waist much to her disappointment.

 

"I think you should probably leave." He said, his voice unusually calm. Brooke found her courage somewhere hidden deep down and shook her head.

 

"N-not after I say what I wanted to say." she replied. He folded his large arms over his broad chest, leaning against the wall waiting for her to speak. His eyes seemed to be reading her mind for any sign that she was up to something.

 

"I'm sorry for how I talked to you down in the gym...I know you were just doing your job and I respect that." She said, not looking at his eyes for fear her innermost thoughts would be revealed to him. After he didn't say anything, Brooke raised her eyes to see him smirking.

 

"What, what are you smiling about?" she asked, getting slightly unnerved. He shrugged and his eyes twinkled.

 

"Is that what was on your mind before or after you analyzed my anatomy?" She gasped, knowing she was caught. In her mind, she wanted nothing more than to grasp his fat dick in her hands and taste him but that was something she knew he wouldn't go for.

 

"Before...and after" she replied honestly, feeling his gaze heating up.

 

He pushed himself off of the wall and approached her. Brooke's breathing picked up dramatically. She could see the outline of his manhood through the towel and she knew it was only inches from her face. Darnell leaned down, his thumb lifting her face up to his. She closed her eyes and waited for him to put those soft brown lips on her own moist pink ones, but nothing came. She jumped when his smooth baritone voice whispered into ear.

 

"Ms. Hogan, I really think it is best that you leave before something happens that you'll regret." It wasn't until now that she hated how he called her Ms. Hogan, like she was some old person. And when she could smell the body wash he used, she wanted to taste his entire body with her tongue.

 

"Do...you really want me to go? What if I don't want to?" She tempted, hoping he would give in and let her have her way with him. He leaned back to see her. "I don't think you want me to go do you, Darnell?" she added, her hand slyly reached under his towel and grasping around the soft flesh. It felt so nice in her hands, warm and thick but still soft. She slowly jerked her hand up and down, keeping her grip firm so that some of the skin moved with her. Darnell closed his eyes. Her soft hands felt like heaven wrapped around his meat. Each pedicured digit curled around him expertly and he felt his length beginning to slowly grow in her hands. He knew he needed to stop her before they got too far, before he got hard. Brooke, who felt her own pussy hot with lust slid down from the edge of the bed to rest on her soft knees. With her free hand she undid the towel and let it pool around Darnell's ankles. She wasted no time in leaning towards the pink head of Darnell's cock but felt two strong hands on her shoulders preventing her. She looked up at him confused.

 

"Ms. Hogan, seriously this isn't right. You have to leave." he almost pleaded with her. She sat, her heels digging into her soft and round behind and she looked back down at his semi-erect penis. She let go of the warm flesh and stood up reluctantly.

 

"I'm sorry, I just wanted...to apologize you know?" she asked hoping he didn't think she was a slut or something. He nodded his understanding and she turned to leave pausing at the door.

 

"And you can call me Brooke." she smiled; as did he.

 

"Darnell is fine with me, Brooke." he said her name like it was a fine wine.

 

She bit her bottom lip, looking over his body and still semi-erect cock before turning to head out. He watched her bubble-butt, covered in her white workout shorts, disappear and he sighed glad that nothing had happened. He put on some boxers and a white tee and plopped on his bed to take a nap, because for some reason he felt more tired than he had been after the workout.

 

A/N: Muahaha, I'm evil aren't I? How bad did you want something to happen? I had to force myself not to turn this chapter into a lemon because I still wanted to give Darnell and Brooke's characters a chance to develop and well, get to know each other. PWP is what...'porn without plot' right? So ima have to go with PWSP..."porn with some plot" lol. Anyhow, I guess now would be a good time to inform/advertised my other projects which include *coughs*>>>300:King/Queen Leonidas, Hitch: Alexander Hitch (will smith)/Sara melas (Eva Mendes), Disturbia: Kale/Ashley (Main character and the girl who played his love interest), Stomp the Yard:DJ/April (Meagan Good), Smoking Aces: Georgia (Alicia Keyes)/Sir Ivy (common) as well as Georgia/Sharice (her partner in the movie also starred in Hustle n Flow), Lucky Number Slevin:Slevn/Lindsay (Lucy Lui), The Breakup: Gary(Vince Vaughn)/Brooke(Jennifer Aniston),A Beautiful Mind: John (Russell Crowe)/Alicia, and for the Anime fans...Naruto: Tsunade/Naruto (I fucking hate all naruto/sasuke fics...fucking get a new pairing to write about you R-tards!!!!) and Tsunade/Jiraiya (because they deserve more love than is showed to them on any fan fiction site)j

 

With that public service announcement out of the way, be looking out for these as well as the next chapter of Brooke knows best because just like any good fiction, it only gets hotter. please review!!! ^_^ one luv