by Amy Brent
“I love you. I love you. Oh fuck. I love you, Brandon.”
I rode her through her orgasm as tears started to pool in her sweet brown eyes. They reflected the yellow sparks of the sun as I slowly dipped down to her lips, drawing them up with mine as I tasted our mixture on her lips. When her back collapsed, and she started heaving for air, desperate to recuperate from her orgasms, I slowly massaged her burning pussy folds with my fingertips as she relaxed underneath my body.
“I love you, too, Mel,” I said.
We breathed each other’s air, smiling as the limo driver slowly came to a stop. We looked up and saw Melissa’s workplace, only to realize we’d burned through her entire lunch hour simply devouring each other’s presence.
And then, her stomach growled with hunger.
“Now what am I going to do?” she asked, giggling.
“You’re going to put yourself back together and go to work. I’ll have something delivered to you to eat while you finish your day. Then, you’re going to pick up Sarah, go home, and prepare for Max and me to come over.”
“Oh, Sarah’s gonna love that,” she said.
“And what about you?”
I watched as she slowly raised up, her eyes never leaving mine. We were half naked in the back seat of a limo with our come on every surface, but in that very moment, nothing else mattered.
Nothing except the answer that came from her lips.
“I’m going to love it, too,” she said, smiling. “Oh so much.”
I raised up and captured her lips with mine as her hands cupped my cheeks. I felt her smiling into me as her hands slid down my chest, tracing the outline of my muscles.
“So strong,” she said devilishly.
“And every inch of it is yours,” I said.
Chapter 32
Melissa
I wasn’t at my desk for more than an hour before the smell of food wafted up my nose. I looked up and saw Ava grinning in the doorway, holding up a pizza while carrying a drink for both of us.
“The man could drop-order us steaks, and he orders pizza,” she said as she walked in.
“It’s my favorite,” I said, grinning.
“You have this beautiful glow, Melissa,” she said as she sat the pizza down. “Care to explain?”
“He left his book tour for me. Twice,” I said.
“He did.”
“And he picked me up in a limo,” I said breathlessly.
“He did.”
“And we had great fucking sex in it,” I said, moaning.
“No, you didn’t! Girl. Spill. Now.”
“I was the one who initiated it. Can you believe that? Me. Initiating sex.”
“With those hips of yours and those breasts I still wish I had? It doesn’t faze me a bit.”
“I crawled into his lap and just pulled it out,” I said as I opened my drink.
“I’m all ears,” she said as she bit into a slice of pizza.
“And I went to town. Sank right down onto him and took off. He laid me down on the leather seat and tossed my leg over the side, and I came three times with him. Three.”
“After that man worked that hard, I hope you gave him his,” she said.
“I did. After he was done, he kneeled in front of me. I took the reins from there,’ I said, grinning.
“I. Am. So. Jealous.”
“I made the right choice,” she said.
“I didn’t realize you’d made a choice.”
“I did. It’s why he flew back early. We talked Tuesday evening, with the kids on a video call and everything. I saw his mom, and we talked like we used to. Sarah and his son Max stole the phone, and they showed each other their new toys. There was nothing about it that didn’t feel right, so I told him.”
“You told him what exactly?” she asked.
“That I couldn’t lose him. That I … that I loved him, Ava.”
“You told him that?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
Tears of happiness sprang to my eyes as Ava set her slice of pizza down. She opened her arms to hug me, and I leaned into her, my body trembling with the emotions coursing through my veins. Never in my life did I ever think I would fall in love again after Carl. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would have a family again.
But I could never have fathomed that the person I’d find love again with would’ve been Brandon.
“I’m so happy you finally pulled your head out of your ass,” Ava said lovingly.
“Thank you for always telling me like it is,” I said.
“And thank you for no longer sabotaging your life,” she said.
The two of us ate most of the pizza before I got back to work. I was excited when I picked Sarah up from school, telling her that Brandon and Max were coming over. She squealed with delight, clapping her hands while she wiggled her feet. But the moment we pulled up into my driveway, she shrieked with joy as Max and Brandon stood up from our porch.
“Mommy, let me out! Let me out!”
“I’m coming. Hold on, sweetheart.”
I jumped out of the car and slid open the door so I could unhook her from her car seat. She went tumbling to the ground, scurrying to her feet as she ran toward Max. The two of them automatically began running around back, finding their way to the playground in our backyard as Brandon simply smiled at me.
“Did you enjoy the pizza?” he asked.
“Pepperoni and pineapple. You remembered,” I said.
“I’ve forgotten very little about you, Melissa.”
I heard Max laughing wholeheartedly as the kids came running back around. They chased one another into the house as Brandon wrapped his arms around me, drawing me into a kiss that took my breath away. His lips ghosted against mine, side to side before he slowly planted them. It was warm. Radiating. His lips moved against mine, pressing deeper and deeper as his hands bent my body to his. I could feel his rippling shoulders moving underneath my fingertips as my tongue swiped along his lips. It begged for entrance as the tips of our tongues danced together.
And the last of my world shifted as it slowly settled into place.
“Mommy, what’s for dinner?”
I pulled away from Brandon as our foreheads rested against one another’s. We smiled at each other, listening as our children complained of their sudden onset of hunger. His hands slid down to mine, interlocking our fingers as he reluctantly pulled back from me.
But as I went to answer, a car pulled up into my driveway.
“We expecting anyone else?” I asked.
“Nope. Just dinner arriving for us,” he said.
“Wait. Where did you order from? It’s usually only pizza and takeout Italian that delivers out here.”
“Dr. Black! Nice to see you again,” the delivery guy said. “I’ve got two medium rare steaks with garlic broccoli and twice-baked potatoes, a bottle of room temperature Chateau Margaux 2009 Balthazar, and two side orders of fruit and macaroni and cheese… with extra cheese.”
“Mac and cheese! Mac and cheese!”
The kids chanted from the driveway as my lips parted in shock. I watched Brandon sign for the food before the bags started hanging from his fingertips. He turned toward me and winked, a smug grin on his face as I shook my head at him.
“You know you don’t have to impress me anymore, right?” I asked.
“Who said this was for you? I just wanted steak. Geez. Selfish.”
I giggled at his playfulness as we all made our way into the house. We sat down at the dinner table and ate our food while talking about our days. Max talked about his favorite subject in school, and Sarah talked about Logan coming over so they all could play. I hummed over how wonderful the steak was while Brandon asked me about work, and then I asked him about his patients while the kids divvied out their fruits.
Apparently, Max didn’t like grapes, which was fine because Sarah did. And Sarah didn’t like apple slices, which was fine because Max loved them.
It all seemed
to right. All of us around the table, eating dinner together like we were a family. The food was soon gone, and we all piled onto the couch, turning on a Disney movie while the kids drifted off to sleep. I pulled out the couch for them both and tucked them in so they could fall asleep watching their movie. Then, I locked the front door and closed the blinds. Brandon took my hand, leading us both up to my room, where we shed our clothes and snuggled underneath the covers.
We ran our hands along one another’s bodies, silently exploring while our lips outlined roadmaps along the bodies we were getting to know all over again.
I sighed his name all night while the kids slept soundly in the living room, and the only thing I could think was that this was perfect.
This was how life was supposed to feel, and everything simply felt right.
Chapter 33
Brandon
I woke up holding Melissa, but this time, I found her staring at me. Her gaze was moving around my face as I stretched, my arm pulling her closer to me as she smiled. I felt her bare fingertips drawing faceless pictures on my abdomen while the sun outside still stayed concealed behind a blanket of night.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Just before eight. I think it’s going to storm today,” she said.
“Better snuggling weather, if you ask me.”
“My thoughts exactly. I don’t know about Max, but Sarah’s usually up in another hour.”
“Somewhere between nine and nine thirty for Max, yep.”
I felt Melissa pick up her head and place it onto my chest. Her hair fanned out around my body, tickling my skin as my hand began running up and down her arm. Nothing could’ve felt better in this very moment, but I could tell Melissa was thinking too much.
Just a little bit.
“I’m not the young boy I was when I was eighteen,” I said.
“Such a shame. We had some good times back then,” she said, giggling.
I felt my cock jump at her statement as her hand slowly trailed down my rock hard abs.
“I’m not as impulsive, and family is more important to me than ever,” I said.
“Family was always important to you,” she said.
“Making sure my family had a good life was important. That train of thought is what drove me into the idiotic decisions I made in college and ones I made with you,” I said.
I felt her hand grace the top of my growing cock as my legs pulled taut. The softness of her skin, the way her tan contrasted with my paler skin, forced my eyes to look down as her palm flattened out around my dick.
“I know you’re not that boy anymore,” she said.
“I’m kinder. More compassionate. My priorities sit in a, ah, a different order.”
Her hand was massaging my cock, and I could feel her tits growing against my skin. She turned her head and kissed my chest, her lips leaving behind a warm wetness as my cock grew solid underneath her palm. I involuntarily bucked into her, my hand coming up and weaving itself into her hair as her body slowly rolled on top of mine.
“What else are you?” she asked as her beautiful brown eyes called to me.
Her body slipped between my legs and the motion of her smooth skin against mine took my breath away.
“I’m more romantic,” I said as she pressed kisses into my neck.
“Mhm?”
“And more in tune with someone’s needs.”
“All right.”
Her lips trailed down my chest, her tongue tracing the outline of my muscles as her hair grazed my skin. I wrapped my hands into her hair as her lips slowly traveled down my abs, and she giggled when I jumped.
My cock was dragging between her voluptuous tits, and I almost lost my cool.
“Anything else?” she asked as her eyes fluttered back up to mine.
I looked down at her as her yellow-speckled eyes hooked onto mine. The playfulness behind her eyes was nothing compared to the way her tongue licked her lips. She was ready to gobble me down, ready to take me to the back of her throat. One of my hands released her hair so could I reach down to cup her cheek, and in that moment, she lightly nuzzled into the palm of my hand.
“Things feel so perfect,” I said.
“It doesn’t feel like any time has passed,” she said.
“Now, more than ever, Melissa, I feel we were meant to be together. As a family. All four of us.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” she said, whispering.
Then, before I could catch myself, the words flew from my mouth before I could catch them.
Before her lips could finally slide around my cock.
“Move in with me.”
Her head whipped up, and her body shot back up mine. Her legs straddled my lap, and I could feel her morning wetness. Warm and dripping, her body was ready for me. I wondered how long she had been up. How long had my body been driving her crazy while she laid there and envisioned my cock inside her?
She planted her hands on my chest and raised up as my hands slowly slid up her juicy thighs.
“What?” she asked.
“Move in with me,” I said again.
“You want Sarah and I to come with you.”
“And Max.”
“And Max,” she said, trailing off.
“I don’t want to go another night not having you in my arms. I don’t want to wake up another morning without feeling your hair sprawled out along my skin. I don’t want to have another night where I have to choose between fucking you senseless and spending time with Max. And I sure as hell don’t want to spend another moment without you. Mel. Move in with us.”
I watched tears fill her eyes as she threw herself onto me. Her lips crashed into mine as my hips rolled up, piercing her wet pussy with a pop as she groaned into my mouth. Her hair slid up her back, cupping her cheek as my hips rolled into her, and then I felt her head nod as a smile crossed her cheeks.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, we’ll move in with you.”
“I love you, Mel,” I said as I brushed the hair from her face.
“I love you, too, Brandon. So fucking much.”
Her hands planted into my chest, fingernails curling into my skin as she leaned up. Her tits bounced as she slammed herself down onto my cock, her perfect juices already dripping down my balls. She had been ready. Soaking wet and waiting for me to awaken so she could have her way with me.
“The next time … you want me …” I said, grunting, “just … wake me up.”
She moaned and groaned as her pussy walls clamped down around me. She reared up, her hands flying to her tits and massaging them as she rolled along my pelvis. I flipped her over, earning a precious squeal as my lips crashed into hers, and for a moment, I simply laid there inside her pussy.
I cupped her leg and pulled it up to my shoulder, sliding the crook of her leg over it as she gasped with delight. I picked up the other leg, folding her in half as my eyes fluttered open, and I saw something primal ignite behind her fiery eyes.
“Fuck me, Brandon,” she commanded.
And I was never one to disobey a direct order.
I pulled my cock all the way out and slammed it back into her. She groaned out into the room, arching her perfect tits into me as my lips sucked one in. Her body was motionless underneath me, helpless as my balls smacked against the swell of her ass. They were low with want, already begging to released into the warm prison of her pussy.
But I wanted to fuck her silent, and that’s exactly what I was going to do.
I slammed my hips into hers, plunging into her wetness as she moaned and groaned. I could feel her legs shaking while her pussy throbbed around me, but I wasn’t ready to let her come. I pulled out and listened to her whimper, smiling as I flipped her over onto her stomach. I pulled her hips effortlessly up, kicking her legs out before I slid my cock right back into its home.
I pounded her from behind, watching her beautiful ass jiggle for me. I smacked it once, twice, three times in repeated succession as she wailed out into her pi
llow. Her body was trembling and her pussy was aching. It was clenching down around me, pulling me closer as I ripped myself from her suction only to dive back into her depths.
And when I felt her close to her end, I whipped myself out and pulled her upright.
“Please, Brandon. Please,” she said breathlessly.