Opening my mouth, I feel his tongue sliding in softly and hear him let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He cups the back of my head with one hand, while tightly gripping at my waist with the other. I lift my hands and rest them on his chest as our tongues gently glide together. A moan escapes my mouth and ultimately triggers a brand new urgency within the kiss.
I press into him and gently push him backwards, until I have him pinned against the door. I slide my fingers through his hair leisurely, as he grips my hips with both hands and pulls me closer into him. I can feel him against me and a heat spreads through me like wildfire.
Pulling away slightly, I see his eyes are wide and he’s staring right at me, with passion brewing within them, “Was it worth waiting for?” I ask as he trails soft kisses around my lips and down my neck.
“Without a doubt,” he mumbles against my skin. I take hold of his hand and walk backwards, until I feel the bed behind me.
“I love you,” I tell him while turning him around, so that he’s leaning against the bed now. Nudging him gently until he’s sitting on the bed, I straddle his lap, and bring my legs up before wrapping them around him. “Make love to me,” I murmur. He pauses as his eyes land onto mine, and I see him swallow, hard.
“I … no, I mean …” He looks completely taken aback.
Grinding myself against him, I hear his sharp intake of breath, and see his eyes pop open wider, “Change your mind yet?” I tease with a seductive smile.
“You’re fucking killing me …” He sounds frustrated and closes his eyes tightly. Shuffling off of the bed, he grasps my waist while standing up, before spinning around and gently lowering me back down. I lay back and notice the intensity in his eyes.
Crawling up my body, he rests his elbows on either side of my head as our eyes meet. He’s hovering his body above mine but I don’t like the space between us, so I grab onto his hips and pull him on top of me, before pressing myself against him again. Moving my hips in circular motions and groaning softly as I feel his hard length against me, I let out a louder moan when I feel him push against me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and my hands around his neck, as I pull his lips back on to mine. A heat is pooling in my lower abdomen as I grab onto his firm behind, making him press harder and faster against me.
Moving his lips over to my ear, his heavy breaths tickle my neck and I hear him let out a deep groan, before slowing his body back down. He lifts his head and regains eye contact, with a strained smile on his face, “On your birthday,” he says shakily as he places several tender kisses on to my lips.
“One week,” I concede as he rolls off of me, and I frown when he stands up. “Where are you going?” I prop myself up, as he heads towards the door.
“My place,” he shrugs his shoulders and my stomach falls for a spilt second, before I see his sexy smirk. “I need to go and get my things.”
I sit up and eye him for a moment, “You’re moving back in?”
“Well, your snoring kinda became hypnotic,” he snickers as I throw my pillow at him, and he flashes me a wide grin. “I’ll be right back.” He winks at me before he leaves.
19.
The Promise.
This past week seems to have gone by in extra slow motion. Seriously.
The morning after Brandon moved his things back into my room and demanded I call it ‘our’ room from now on, Alyssa and I spent a couple of hours together so we could clear up our misunderstanding, well, my misunderstanding.
I apologized repeatedly for accusing and mistrusting her. Once I’d explained what I’d overheard and how Brandon had been acting, she told me she would’ve reacted in the same way, if not a whole lot worse. She even questioned as to why I hadn’t cut his clothes into tiny little pieces and shoved them down his throat.
That isn’t the only thing that happened this week which involved Alyssa. I finally found out who she’s been secretly seeing, and it wasn’t in the most desirable of circumstances.
On Monday morning I thought she was alone in her room, and so when I walked in and found Ryan lying on top of her, it was a little embarrassing, especially when I couldn’t move from the spot and found myself staring at his naked behind. I guess this is why she and Seth didn’t get back together, and why Ryan has been acting so strange over the past few weeks.
As for Neil, I really haven’t seen a lot of him since Brandon was allowed to come home from the hospital, so I’m wondering if he’s met someone too. I know he’s been working really hard on things for the show, which is taking place in around ten hours from now, but I thought I would have seen him more than what I have in these recent weeks.
Brandon and I have been inseparable ever since we kissed and made up, except for when we had to go to class. Last night, Ryan, Alyssa, Brandon, and I went out together for some dinner. I almost had to slap him in the middle of the restaurant when he ran his hands underneath my dress and stroked his fingers along my panties, underneath the table. He carried on talking and eating as normal, but I could tell he was highly amused and watching me from the corners of his eyes, as I squirmed in my seat.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if he’d finished what he’d started when we had gotten back, but he didn’t. When I suggested we go to bed, perhaps a little too eagerly, he had the biggest grin spreading over his face and I was really hopeful that I’d managed to get him to back down. My excitement was short lived though. He winked at me and then went ahead and challenged Ryan to a few games on the PlayStation.
“Happy Birthday, beautiful,” Brandon says sleepily as he wraps his arms tightly around my waist. It’s almost ten o’clock, and with the music show this evening and the arts performance tomorrow night, we don’t have any classes scheduled for today.
I’ve been sitting and reading while he’s been snoring loudly beside me for the past couple of hours. Placing my book on the nightstand, I turn into him and lay back down while he runs his fingers softly down my neck, before continuing to trail a feather light, invisible line right down to the waistband of my shorts. “Mmm,” he moans into my ear. While kissing my neck, he slides his hand even lower, until it’s in between my skin and the fabric.
“Nope, not happening!” I slap his hand away, and I’m greeted by a groan filled with frustration as he gazes up at me. “I still haven’t forgiven you for leaving me hanging last night, so blame yourself!” I grab my robe and start laughing when I see his mouth forming into a frown. He crosses his hands behind his head, while sitting a little straighter against the pillow. He looks so freaking hot that I just want to get the day over with already and be alone in the hotel room with him.
“There she goes again,” he says quietly as he shakes his head, and I notice a smile touching his lips. “Are you checking me out?” He knows that I hate it when he catches me checking him out.
I drop my hairbrush out of my hand and throw myself on top of him for being so cocky, “You really love yourself, Brandon freaking Taylor!” I try to tickle him, but he grabs hold of my arms before flipping me over onto my back and climbing on top of me.
He’s practically sitting on my stomach and pins both my arms above my head with one hand, while tickling my ribs with the other. I thrash my body underneath him and squeal really loud for him to stop. “Brandon freaking Taylor?” He raises his eyebrows while looking thoroughly amused by what I just called him.
“Yes, because you drive me freaking crazy!” I try to tell him through my laughter. His face turns more serious as he stops tickling me and lets go of my hands. He leans himself closer to me and takes over my mouth with his.
Moving his hands down and around to cup my behind, he squeezes me while pressing himself against me, over and over again, until I feel a deep heat spreading through my body. I let out a moan as I dig my fingers into his shoulders. He’s gazing directly into my eyes and I feel myself climbing already.
“Not yet,” he moves away and snickers at me, before jumping off of the bed.
“Brandon!” I shriek. I’m
pissed at him, really freaking pissed. I climb off my bed and throw a scowl directly at him, although he doesn’t seem to be affected in the slightest.
Shaking his head, he pulls something out from the bottom of my, our, closet, and passes it to me. “What is it?” I wasn’t expecting him to get me anything else. The hotel room is way too much as it is.
“Well see, that’s why you’re supposed to open it,” he pulls a stupid face and rolls his eyes at me as he leads me over to the bed. He sits down beside me and wraps his arms around me, before placing a soft kiss on my cheek. “I love you, Alexis.”
My face lights up as I begin to rip the wrapping paper off, and when I see a small jewelry box sitting in my hands, butterflies surge through my stomach and my breaths become increasingly light. His eyes widen when he notices my face as I first stare at the box, and then glance over to him with my mouth hanging open.
“It’s not a …” His eyes crinkle at the sides, and the lines in his brow are visible. “Not yet. One day, but not yet.” His voice is weak, and he’s looking a little upset.
“Brandon, I know it’s not a ring, calm down,” his whole demeanor relaxes when I tell him this. “It’s from my mom’s favorite jewelry store, that’s all.” I shrug my shoulders and take a deep breath, before opening it up.
Wow. A lump has started to form in my throat, and my eyes are glazing over from seeing what he just gave me. “Brandon it’s …” I gaze at him and see him appearing anxious.
“Do you like it?” He sounds nervous, but he really has no reason to be. “I just wanted—”
Pulling him to me before he can speak another word, I crash my lips on his and pull his hair so tight that he groans, and I’m really not sure whether it’s from pain or pleasure. Drawing back away from him, I see his eyes examining mine.
“It’s perfect,” I wrap my arms around his neck and let out a happy sigh. I’m so madly in love with this guy, and just now, he promised me forever.
***
“Wow,” Alyssa mouths in a silent whisper when I show her what Brandon gave me this morning. “That is—”
“I know, right?” I can’t stop looking at it, even though it’s hanging around my neck, I keep walking over to the mirror and admiring the necklace he gave me. It’s a white gold necklace that has the word ‘forever’ engraved on the back, with the Chinese symbol on the front. I’m never taking it off, ever.
It’s almost two o’clock, which leaves Alyssa and I with four hours to visit the beauty spa, before she has to get back for the music show. She and the rest of the guys are performing at eight, and when they’re done, that’s when Brandon and I will say our goodbyes and head over to the hotel. My stomach keeps tightening with excitement every time I think about it.
For my birthday, Alyssa gifted me with a three hour session at a spa. The treatments included are an all-over body massage, a manicure, a pedicure, time in the sauna and hot tub, and a facial. Not necessarily in that order.
“You’re gonna be primped and all juicy for tonight!” She clasps her hands together excitedly as we make our way onto the sidewalk. “Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I admit, because I am. I have no experience in this and he has tons.
“Have you been taking your pill?” She asks me accusingly. I nod at her in reply.
It’s been seven days since I was sick from my migraine, so I know I’m covered in that respect. Alyssa told me Brandon will go crazy when he finds out he won’t have to wear anything. She said it feels so much more pleasurable without one, and I want to make it as memorable for him as I do for me.
I started taking it a few months back when my monthly cycle became too unbearable to put up with. Brandon and I have never had any reason to discuss birth control before.
***
Alyssa headed straight over to the music hall when we arrived back from the spa. I feel fully exhilarated, and I’m thinking that this is one of the best birthdays yet.
She told me that it was only right to purchase something small and sexy to wear to bed, so on our way back from the spa, we stopped into a small lingerie boutique and she had me purchase some black lace panties with a matching bra.
Brandon messaged me to say he would run back over to pick me up at seven forty five. He’s been helping Neil, Alyssa, and Ryan set up their equipment or something.
I’m almost ready, having spent a little time applying my makeup and styling my hair into loose waves. I decided to wear the red dress that Brandon had wanted me to wear to the theatre.
While packing my overnight bag, I hear a knock on the main door. That’ll be him, although he really should have just used his key. I still get all breathy and feel the whole butterfly effect whenever I’m about to see him.
Opening the door, I’m taken aback when I see a flower delivery guy standing on the other side. “A delivery for a Miss Alexis Harper,” the young guy says as he hands me the bouquet. Wow, another gift. I sign for them and then thank the guy, before bringing them inside. I search for a card, but I don’t see one anywhere. Huh.
Grabbing my overnight bag from my bedroom, I hear the front door open, so I take a deep breath and close my door behind me.
Brandon is standing by the doorway and I notice his eyes roaming over me. “You look—”
“Like shit?” I muse, as I slowly walk over to him.
“Yep, like fucking shit,” he walks over to meet me halfway and grabs the bag from me. “I am one lucky son of a … Hey, where did you get those?” I turn to where his gaze is fixed, and realize that he’s looking at the calla lilies that just got delivered.
Is he kidding? “I thought that you got them for me?” I narrow my eyes on him to see if he’s playing with me, but he looks really confused. “You didn’t? There was no card so …”
He looks deep in thought and his eyes have darkened a little. “No, but I’d like to know who the fuck is buying my girlfriend flowers!” Hello, Mr. Hulk. It’s certainly good to know that we’re both finally on the same page.
“Maybe my father sent them,” I say quietly as he places his hand on the small of my back, before escorting me out of the door and over to the music hall. Do I like that he just showed me his jealous streak? Yeah, I think I do.
***
Alyssa and the guys were amazing. Really freaking amazing. They received a standing ovation from everyone in the room.
The last acts have only just finished their performances, and the lights around the room have been turned back on. I guess Brandon decided not to sing after all. I understand. He still has his memories and I know they still plague him every day.
“That was incredible!” I beam as I turn to him. “Brandon?” He’s frowning and looks deep in thought. Placing my hand in his, I manage to grab his attention and notice the grim look in his eyes.
“Sorry, what did you say?” He still looks distracted as the guys and Alyssa come bounding out from the side door to our left. He’s worrying me, and I’m really hoping he’s not having second thoughts about tonight. “Alexis, what is it?”
Shaking my head, I turn to face Alyssa as I hear her laughter drawing closer towards us.
“I want to do it again!” She screeches with delight while Ryan rolls his eyes at her, before wrapping his arms around her waist. I don’t think I want to imagine what he’s whispering in her ear right now. Alyssa never blushes, so it must be something explicit for her skin to turn that deep a shade of red.
Neil walks over with a huge smile on his face and shakes Brandon’s hand, before pulling me into a hug, “You were amazing, just amazing!” I tell him as I step out of his hold.
“Hey, that’s nice,” he points to my necklace and I immediately grab it and hold it out for his inspection. “Did you get it for your birthday?”
“Brandon gave it to me,” I grin widely as I answer. Neil leans forward to take a closer look as I turn around to see if Brandon is back on our planet yet. “I love you.” I tell him when I see him watching me with a happy look on his face. He
wraps his arm around my waist, which Neil obviously takes as a sign that we’re about ready to leave.
He glances between the two of us with his lips pulling up into a smile, “Forever?”
“Forever,” Brandon answers him with a nod, while bending down to pick up my bag. It’s time to go. My breathing instantly accelerates just thinking about what’s coming next.
“Oh.My.God! Have an amazing night!” Alyssa kisses me on the cheek and then moves over to Brandon to do the same. “Details!” She mouths at me with beaming, wide eyes, before stepping back into Ryan’s arms. Now that I’m watching how the two of them interact with each other, I think they may well be a match made in heaven.
Brandon entwines his hand with mine and squeezes it gently. I take that as a signal that it’s really time to go now. We congratulate them again and say our goodbyes, before making our way out of the building and towards my car.
“Why are we taking my car again?” I ask him when I see him pulling my car keys out from his pants pocket.
“I thought tomorrow we could take a drive somewhere after breakfast,” he says, and his face lights up when he sees me bobbing my head with great enthusiasm. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”
***
Swiping the key card through the small white sensor on the side of the door, Brandon never removes his other hand from the small of my back as we make our way into the Penthouse Suite. Walking through the hallway and into the large open plan living area, I head straight over to the enormous floor to ceiling windows and gaze out over the Seattle skyline.
“Brandon, this is incredible,” I say when I feel him come up close behind me and wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. “I mean it’s just—”
“You’re more breathtaking than the view,” he whispers into my ear, before tugging gently on my earlobe with his teeth.
I let out a small chuckle at his choice of words. “Those are the exact same words you said to me when we were down by the lake during the ball,” I remind him as he trails kisses softly over my shoulder.
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