by J. P. Comeau
Our eyes met, and I watched him study me. His eyes fell to my glistening lips before he scooted them down the rest of my form. I smiled as I reached for the bow around my waist, pulling on it, so my robe fell open. I bared it all for him, allowing his eyes a monumental look at my body. With all its peaks, valleys, and imperfections, I slid the robe off my arms and cast it to the side.
And when his eyes met mine, a fire sparked behind them.
“Morning,” I said giggling.
Before I could think straight, his hand flew to my hair. He fisted it and dragged me close to him, pulling me in for a knee-weakening kiss. His tongue pressed through my lips, commanding my attention as my head tilted off to the side. I threw my arms around his neck, feeling his cock already bulging against my stomach. I stood onto my tiptoes as I walked him back into his bedroom, and we didn’t stop moving until the two of us collapsed against his bed.
“Mine,” he growled.
And as he rolled me over, I felt his hands all over me.
“Oh, Brenden. Yes.”
He kissed down the valley of my breasts. He lapped at my nipples as his hands spread my legs. He sank to the floor, on his knees, and I felt his hot mouth hovering over my lower lips. His hands were commanding against my body. He molded me and moved me precisely as he wished me to be. He tossed my legs over his shoulders. He gripped my hips. He pulled me close to him as his tongue pushed against my wet pussy. My eyes widened with pleasure as he lapped up my slit, gathering my juices on the tip of his tongue.
Then, he started teasing me.
To a point where I almost snapped.
“My God. Brenden. I--I need--.”
He slowly traced my clit with his tongue as I bucked against his face.
“What is it you need?” he murmured.
I panted. “More. More. I need more, please.”
“More… what?”
I raised my head. “I want more of you.”
I reached down for him, and he flew up my body. Our lips crashed together as he wrapped his arm around my waist. And together, we scooted up the bed. I dug my heels into the mattress while he helped scoot me up. Then, he collapsed on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head.
While I moaned down the back of his throat.
“Fucking hell, Kelly. The things you do to me.”
I felt his cock fall between my legs. “Fill me up, Brenden. Do it. Now.”
The second he eased himself into me, the rest of the world faded away. The ocean didn’t exist, the place didn’t exist, and not even the hotel existed. As I looked up into Brenden’s eyes, feeling him working for my own pleasure, I felt my heart give way a little more to him. I felt my body succumb to his movements and his motions as our bed banged against the wall, signaling to the entire world that he was mine.
And I was his.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I moaned.
“Oh, fuck. Kelly. Jesus Chr--oh, oh, oh, oh. Shit!”
I met him, thrust for thrust. “You like that?”
“Oh, yeah, I do.”
“You like it when my body swallows you whole?”
His eyes darkened. “My God, yes, I do.”
“You like it when I’m--shit--beneath you? Like this? At your command?”
He captured my lips. “Tell me how you want it.”
I breathed. “Harder.”
“Tell me again.”
“Harder, Brenden.”
“Say it louder.”
“I need you harder, Brenden. Please, fuck me!”
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room as my legs locked around his waist. I pulled him in further while his cock throbbed against my pulsing walls. I felt my juices dripping down my ass crack. I felt his heart beating against my own. My eyes rolled back, and my toes curled as my end crashed over me, drowning out everything except for him.
Brenden.
As he chanted my name.
“Kelly. Kelly. Kelly. Oh, fucking hell, Kelly! I’m coming. I’m coming. Kelly, fuck!”
I dropped to the bed as he filled me to the brim. I watched pleasure waft over his face as he collapsed on top of me, dripping with sweat. I leaned my cheek against his face. I felt his arousal painting my walls with his mark. And as I kissed his shoulder softly, feeling him trembling, I closed my eyes.
Just so I could commit every feeling in that one moment to memory.
19
Kelly
Two Weeks Later
“Water in,” I murmured.
I poured the water into the back of the Keurig.
“Coffee pod in,” I yawned.
I placed the pod into its rightful place before I closed the top.
“Time to brew,” I whispered.
I pressed the series of buttons I had learned while staying here at Brenden’s place, and the smell of coffee soon filled the kitchen again. I picked up the spoon and stirred the creamer into my coffee as the sounds of Brenden’s coffee poured into the mug in front of me. I had cinnamon rolls in the oven. Not fresh, of course. Sweet roll containers and coffee were the only two things I could handle first thing in the morning.
“Hello there, gorgeous,” Brenden said.
He came over and kissed the hickey on my neck, and I giggled.
Okay, I guess there are more things I can handle in the morning.
I grinned. “Morning, handsome.”
“That my coffee you’re making?”
“Mhm. Got mine made, and the timer’s about to--.”
The timer started beeping, and I pointed to the oven.
“Can you get them out and ice them?”
He kissed the top of my head. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not I can use the extra icing on you.”
I snorted as he nipped at my bare shoulder, and I felt my stomach turn over. I cracked the oven open before turning around, and his hands fell immediately to my hips. He picked me up like he did every morning and sat me right on the counter. I picked up my coffee and took a sip before he picked his up and mocked my movements.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are every morning?” he asked.
I blushed. “I think it’s because I’m wearing your shirt.”
He grinned. “You should do that every morning, too.”
I leaned forward. “Well, wake me up the way you did again, and maybe I just will.”
“Perfection.”
He kissed my lips softly before he stepped to the side, ready to take out the cinnamon rolls. As I sat there, allowing the caffeine to flow effortlessly through my veins, I studied the marks I’d left on him last night. The way my nails raked down his back, creating red lines I didn’t want to stop looking at. The way my teeth bit into his shoulder, leaving soft red indentions, I wanted to run my fingertips over. I wanted more of him. All of him. Every day, so long as he’d let me have it.
But, the idea of all of it coming to an end kept me from taking any more than what he willingly gave.
“So,” he said as he iced the cinnamon rolls, “I have to go into work today.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, you do.”
“I know it’s a Saturday morning, but there’s a massive project coming up that requires all hands on deck every day until next weekend.”
“Oh? Care to elaborate?”
“We could do that over dinner if you’d like. I can bring home something nice.”
I smiled. “I’ll hold you to it, then.”
He pecked my lips. “Wonderful.”
He offered me a bite of his cinnamon roll, and I gladly took it. But, I ended up getting icing all over the sides of my mouth. Brenden grinned as he leaned in closely, allowing his tongue to lick up the traces of sweetness against my skin.
“You taste wonderful with this icing,” he murmured.
I captured his lips and kissed him deeply. Making him drop the cinnamon roll as he moved closer to me.
“Pick some up from the store and let’s see where else
it tastes wonderful,” I whispered.
He growled. “Done.”
I leaned up. “Wonderful.”
Brenden pointed at me. “Don’t think you’re not an ass for bringing this up just when I have to go start getting ready, though.”
I shrugged. “Gives you something to look forward to.”
“Yeah, and something to distract me all day.”
“Since when have you ever seen me as a distraction?”
He smiled. “Since the first time I laid eyes on you, Kelly.”
I felt my heart drop to my stomach. Wait, was he being serious? I wasn’t sure how long I sat there with a stupid look on my face, but by the time I pulled out of my trance, he was halfway to the kitchen doorway.
“Thanks for the coffee and the cinnamon roll, gorgeous. I’m going to go get ready.”
I drew in a short breath. “Asshole!”
He barked with laughter. “You know you love it!”
My heart skipped a beat at his words, and I distracted myself with my own cinnamon roll. I picked it up from the pan and shoved it into my mouth, trying my best to get my body to focus on something different. It couldn't, though. I couldn't focus on anything else. Not after those words.
Since the first time I laid eyes on you, Kelly.
“I have to call Roxy,” I whispered.
With the cinnamon roll in my mouth and my coffee in hand, I rushed out of the kitchen. I bounded up the stairs to Brenden’s room and quickly unplugged my phone while he was in the shower. I looked at the mangled, tangled mess we had created of his bedsheets, and it made me smile. I still smelled our lingering scent of debauchery, even with his body wash infiltrating the room. I finished off my cinnamon roll before I made my way downstairs, walking myself out to the balcony.
And as I sat down in one of the lounge chairs with my coffee, I called my sister.
“Seriously, Kelly? Nine in the morning?”
I blinked. “Don’t tell me you were still sleeping.”
She groaned. “What do you want?”
“He said ‘since the first time I laid eyes on you, Kelly.’ That’s what he said. I heard it with my own ears.”
She paused. “Please tell me there’s more to this story. Because I don’t have it in me to decipher you right now.”
I leaned back. “We were talking in the kitchen while I was making coffee and cinnamon rolls, and he mentioned that I’d be a distraction all day. And I said, when in the world have I ever been a distraction to you? And that was his answer.”
“Since the day he laid eyes on you?”
I nodded. “Yeah. That’s how he responded.”
“How did you respond back?”
“I couldn't. I was so damn shocked that I couldn’t move, much less speak.”
“What happened between you two? I mean, did you have morning sex or something?”
I paused. “Or something?”
I heard shuffling on the other end of the line. “Kelly? What did you guys do?”
I shrugged. “I mean, nothing, I guess. I--well--I have been sleeping in his room with him ever since we got back from San Diego.”
“You’ve been sleeping in his bed with him for two weeks!?”
I blinked. “Yes.”
“And I’m just now finding out about this?”
“I mean, you know I’ve been busy with the launch of my fashion line. Which is coming up, by the way. You ready for it?”
“No, no, no, no. I want some details. What else are you two doing to cozy up in that condo of his?”
I gazed out over the skyline. “I mean, we just have our established routines and all. I do coffee and cinnamon rolls in the morning. He takes care of dinner. We go out for lunch if we’re doing lunch together.”
“You guys have a daily fucking routine. That’s insane. Are you sure we’re talking about Brenden? The same guy I know?”
“There’s more to him than you could ever know, Roxy. I’m serious. He’s not just some wild and crazy guy. He’s got passions, and wishes, and dreams for his life. He’s dedicated to the things he truly wants in this world. It’s a beautiful side of him to see. He’s not just some player, you know?”
“Uh, oh.”
“What?”
“Kelly, don’t do this to yourself.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not falling in love with him. Come on.”
“Oh, no. I’m not talking about that. We all know you love the man.”
“Wait, no, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
I sat up. “No, Roxy. I’m not in love with Brenden.”
“Don’t be dumb, Kelly. It’s fine that you are. We’re all okay with it. It’s just--.”
I stood to my feet. “Listen to my words, Roxy. I am not in love with Brenden. At all.”
“Well, then you’ve been doing a damn fine job of fooling all of us.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that.
“All I want to say is, be careful. Okay? It seems like you guys are getting very, very cozy. But, this month is almost out. We’ve only got a week or so to go. Don’t set yourself up for heartache.”
“I won’t, Roxy. You have my word. It’s just some fun, that’s all.”
“Well, judging by the sound of that ‘fun,’ you should be completely good to go in your dating life once you get out of there.”
I should have found that funny, but I didn’t.
“Anyway, I have to go. Got lots more stuff to take care of since he’s slipping into work himself,” I said.
Roxy sighed. “I love you, girl. Just be careful, okay?”
“You know I always am.”
Then, I hung up the phone so I didn’t have to endure another moment of that conversation.
I sighed as I peered into the condo. I thought about the past couple of weeks and all it had brought us. I felt closer to Brenden. I felt as if I were his equal. As if he were finally seeing me for the first time. And I loved it. Not him, but that. I loved the idea that he was finally seeing me instead of all the girls around me. It made me smile. It made me feel beautiful. It made me feel important, and that’s what I wanted to be to someone.
“You’ve got this,” I whispered to myself.
Yes, I knew it would all be done soon. So, why not live it up? Why not go all in and not hold back anymore? I mean, what good did it do me to hold back if there was something sleeping next to me every night that I wanted?
Time to get gussied up.
I did have work to do, sure. But, I also had a plan forming in my mind. He said he was bringing dinner home, so I wanted him to walk right into a scenario where he’d want dessert first. As I sipped my coffee, I made my way back inside. The first thing I needed to do was pick out an outfit. Then, I needed to go get my hair and nails done. After that, I could knock out some work, slip into my sexiest outfit, and wait for Brenden to get home.
Yeah. That’s what I’d do for him.
And, it’s what I’d do for myself.
20
Brenden
I stared at Clint. “I’m telling you, these past three weeks have been phenomenal.”
He nodded. “Of course they have. You’ve had a crush on that girl for years.”
“No, no, no. Not like that. I mean, it’s just--.”
“Just what?”
I leaned back, sighing. “I’ve had all these girls, right? And they’re great. Really great girls. But, there’s something about Kelly I’ve always come back to.”
“She was the forbidden fruit.”
“Clint.”
He shrugged. “What? No use in not acting like you don’t have pride. You nailed the girl you haven’t been able to since college. I’d be happy myself.”
“It’s not like that, Clint.”
He threw a fry into his mouth. “Sure about that?”
I shook my head. “I knew you wouldn't get it.”
“What’s there to get? You two are living it up. That’s good. At least you’re not miserable obeyin
g the judge’s orders.”
“Where's Zane again?”
He took a gulp of his soda. “Working late.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course. You’d think he’d be home with his pregnant fiancé.”
“Oh, she’s with him. They were eating dinner when I left.”
“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Kelly and I jive like that. We’re totally okay with being anywhere or doing anything so long as we’re with one another. I’ve never had that before.”
He paused. “Are you saying you want to keep seeing her or something?”
“Yeah, man. I think I do.”
He shook his head. “You’re jumping into things way too quickly.”
“When the hell have I not done that?”
“You say she’s different, though, right?”
I nodded. “Right.”
“So, treat her differently if she’s, in fact, different. Don’t do the shitty thing and rush stuff only to have it explode all over your face. No one likes a random hot load in their face.”
I grinned. “You’d know, wouldn't you?”
He chuckled. “You’re damned right, I do. She let me make it up to her, too.”
“I can only imagine how you did that.”
He leaned forward. “By putting my next load in the right place.”
I snickered. “You’re a dog, you know that?”
He took a bite of his burger. “Of course, I know that. I know exactly who I am and--.”
I held up my hand. “Swallow, Clint.”
He gulped his food down. “I know exactly who I am, and that doesn’t bother me one bit. But, if you think you can meet some girl who’s different and treat her the same? Then, you’re just an idiot.”
“So, you’re saying I should keep up with this. Maybe ask her to keep staying with me after this whole thing is dissolved?”
“I mean, why not just stay married?”
“What?”
“Sure! You fucked her, you guys eat dinners together, you hang out on weekends. Why not just stay married and grow old together? Fuck courtship. You guys are already there.”
I blinked. “Stop being sarcastic.”
He laughed. “Finally. Took you a while to catch on.”