Bold

by Jennifer Michael

  “I love you, too, Brazen.”

  I set her down next to the car and push her against it. My hard front brushes her softer one. “Come on, let’s go back to the hotel.”

  Once in the car, I drive to our destination, going a little faster than I normally would. We have places to be and positions to try.

  “I like road trips with you,” she tells me with a coy smile.

  “You’ve never taken a road trip with anyone else.”

  “Doesn’t matter. You’re my favorite travel companion.”

  “You’re my favorite companion, period.”

  My non-driving knee bounces as I try to ignore my hardening dick. Noah fidgets in her seat and swings her sight in every direction. There is so much pent-up energy flowing between us.

  When we get back to our room, the door is barely closed before we pounce. We’re all over one another, and our clothes are thrown in every direction. My hands roam her skin. Her lips explore my body. We’re gentle with one another in a rough way, and before long, we’re in the middle of exactly what we came back to this room to indulge in—each other. After I lick her until she comes, Noah grinds on top of me. She throws her head back, and her tits bounce while her clit hardens between my fingers.

  No matter how old I get, I can’t imagine not wanting this all day long.

  Every day. Three hundred sixty-five days a year. Always.

  I’ll rock Noah’s world in an old folks’ home and for all the time before it.

  “Brazen!” she screams out.

  There is nothing like hearing her scream my name.

  I’m on top of the world, and my girl is right there with me.

  Noah

  Exactly One Year From the Day I Came to Florida

  Candles grace every table, and each centerpiece is filled with white flowers. Guests flood the entryway, decked out in their finest formalwear. I helped a lot with putting some of this together, but Brazen shows through in every detail from the linen tablecloths to the twinkling lights overhead. He’s breathed life into this charity gala.

  Over the last year, I have completed items off my list, and Brazen has been there with me through most of that time. Today, on my nineteenth birthday, we are getting ready to cross off the final item. Brazen was worried this wasn’t how I would want to spend my birthday, but I couldn’t imagine doing anything else other than honoring Sunday’s memory.

  “Everything looks perfect, babe.” I tighten his tie and then brush some lint off his suit-covered shoulder. My manicured fingernails are painted silver and match his tie and my dress. “Including you. I like this whole boss-man look on you.”

  “But I’m not your boss anymore, Noah. You’ve graduated from assistant to partner. Have I told you congratulations on your first sale yet?”

  It was off the market in less than thirty days; even I was proud of that.

  “Only about a million times, but I don’t mind hearing it again, Mr. Hale.” I drop his tie and slide my fingers down his shirt. “That house practically sold itself.”

  “Nuh-uh. Don’t do that. Don’t discredit yourself. You made us a pretty penny.”

  “Fine. Whatever you say, boss. Are you ready to go out there?”

  Brazen and I have taken a few minutes to be alone on the small balcony overlooking the entire event before the crazy night. I wanted him to be able to see all his hard work from up above, and I just wanted time to have him to myself, too.

  “I’m ready. Let’s go raise some money for Tampa Bay, Florida Women’s Circle.”

  That’s the local charity we’re supporting tonight. With Brazen’s hand in mine, we leave the privacy of the balcony and join our guests to honor Sunday. Everything we raise tonight will be donated in her name.

  It’s absolutely breathtaking up close. All of Tampa’s local artists have made donations, and the art is displayed on every wall and on pedestals around the room. The rich are here to open their wallets, and everyone is in attendance for a great cause. Paintings sell for high-dollar amounts. Sculptures go for even more. Appetizers get passed about the room, and a sultry woman croons soft songs from the stage. We mingle and make our way from guest to guest, stopping to talk to almost everyone. We spend the most time with Madison and Benson, who are here as well. Beth is also mingling throughout the room somewhere, looking stunning in blue.

  And then the moment comes for Brazen to go up onstage and deliver a speech. He’s been practicing like crazy, but he hasn’t let me hear a word of it, which was a little strange, but I know he’s nervous. I’ll listen to whatever he’s prepared for the first time with everyone else. The room goes quiet as he makes his way up to the spotlight, and his eyes instantly find me in the crowd.

  “Thank you, everyone, for being here tonight.”

  He radiates confidence, and only I am able to tell that his nerves are getting to him. Beth quietly sneaks up behind me and puts her hand on my shoulder. I smile at her in return.

  “When you lose someone you love, especially in a violently unreasonable way, there are so many what-ifs. What could I have changed? What could I have done differently? Why?

  “I asked myself those same questions hundreds of times after Sunday was taken from us. What I realized is that, while there aren’t any answers, I don’t want anyone else to have to go through what Sunday went through. I don’t want anyone else to ever have to lose someone like this, and hopefully, one day, that can be a reality.”

  The crowd nods along in agreement.

  “Last week, her attacker, the person who had taken her life, was convicted and sentenced. He’ll spend the rest of his life in prison, and I don’t believe there is a better place for him. Organizations like the one we’re supporting tonight are critical to our fight against domestic violence or any kind of abuse.”

  Matt’s jury only took two hours to bring back a guilty verdict because they could easily see the truth. Everyone who watched the trial could. I sat next to Brazen in the front row through the relatively quick process. With Matt locked away, it feels like we can finally breathe a little easier.

  As Brazen moves his dialogue away from Matt, I concentrate back on my man on the stage.

  “One year ago today, another girl I’ve come to love got on a plane in Seattle and landed in Florida with nothing but a suitcase and a list she calls her Orbit List. That list helped inspire tonight, and that girl has helped me heal. This last year has been one of the best and also one of the worst, but through her list and wanting to help her achieve her goals, I’ve found hope in a desperate situation and love for a woman who completes me.”

  My cheeks blush, and my heart swoons. I’m very well aware of how Brazen feels about me because he makes sure to tell me daily, but to hear him announce it to a roomful of people makes my stomach do flip-flops.

  “Noah, baby, will you come up here?” His smile beams as he calls me out in a teasing tone.

  This event is Brazen’s. There is no reason for me to climb the stage. I wave him off and emphatically shake my head. Beth nudges me with a laugh, Madison hollers my name, and Benson gives me a wink.

  “Get up here before you make me come get you.” He laughs and makes a show out of taking one giant step toward the side of the stage.

  I stand and awkwardly push in my chair so that I can get around the tables. I’m going to kill him when we get home. He could have warned me he was going to pull this. I give him the stink eye as I join him on the stage and step in close to him.

  “Noah”—he turns away from the audience and faces me—“first of all, I want to give credit where credit is due and say thank you for being an essential part of putting this event together.” Briefly, he addresses the attendees, “Everyone, please give a round of applause for your cohost of this event.”

  The crowd cheers, and there are even a few stray whistles. Brazen lights up with delight at my embarrassment, but he doesn’t relent.

  “Life can be hard, and it can be cruel and extremely ugly. Without you in my life, I’m afraid o
f the person I might have become after the tragedy of this year. You kept me human because you have so much compassion and joy for life. My standards for myself remained intact because I knew I needed to be the man you deserved.”

  We share a public moment that feels intensely private. No one but us exists while we stand here on this stage together. He looks down and then back up as he pushes his hand deep into his pocket. Nervously, he laughs, which is adorable.

  Then, Brazen does something that almost knocks me off my feet.

  He gets down on one knee.

  Has he asked me a question yet? I don’t know, but I’m already screaming yes in my head!

  My knees shake, and my heart bursts.

  This man. This man is going to ask me to be forever his.

  The room grows so silent, I worry they can hear my labored breathing.

  “Noah Mackenzie, will you marry me?”

  He opens a black box that was hidden in his hand, and I get only a glimpse of the beautiful diamond because I’m more focused on the man who just asked me to be his wife. His wife!

  Did I say yes?

  I think I said yes. Maybe I didn’t.

  My knees give, and I drop to the floor in front of him. My hands touch his face. My lips devour his. There is so much excitement inside me that my head gets dizzy. I’m drunk off this complete and total surprise.

  “Is that a yes, baby?” he whispers into my ear.

  Apparently, I haven’t yet answered him.

  “Yes! Yes, Brazen, I will marry you!” There is an elated giggle in my affirmation.

  The microphone picks up my answer, and the crowd stands, roaring in the jubilance. I attempt to hide my face in Brazen’s chest, but he grips my cheeks in his hands and kisses me with so much love, I want to cry.

  I am going to marry this man who couldn’t be more perfect for me. It’s absolutely unreal.

  “You are mighty bold. Do you know that? Proposing like that in front of all these people. You are absolutely crazy, and I couldn’t be happier.” My smile is so wide, it’s painful.

  “My name is Brazen. I have to live up to it, especially when it comes to you.” His hand caresses my face, and his eyes glisten with captivated affection.

  “I love you,” I tell him, a bit choked up after the proposal.

  “I love you, too, Noah.”

  Once we collect ourselves, the exuberance continues through the night. Madison gushes over my ring, and Benson awkwardly congratulates Brazen. Beth takes me into her arms and cries profound tears of elation. The crowd passes us around for celebrations. Together, on the night we’ve finished our Orbit List, we make a promise to nurture our connection for the rest of our lives.

  That sounds like a pretty good happily ever after to me.

  Noah

  Six Years Later

  “Did the permits come through for the place on Tropicana?” Brazen asks me about our newest purchase awaiting renovation.

  But my mind isn’t on business. Still, I play along. “Yeah, they came through late yesterday afternoon.”

  We’ve been in our new office for about a year now. It’s big and full of windows, and the ocean laps at the shore outside the window on my right. Excitement grows inside my stomach as the waves come in and out with the tide.

  I was only nineteen when we got engaged, and after a long engagement, Brazen and I have been married for two years. With each day that has passed, I love him more, and our bond strengthens.

  “Noah? Are you listening to me?” He breaks my distraction.

  “I’m sorry. What did you say?” Whatever it was, I missed it.

  “Something on your mind?” he asks me with a hint of worry.

  “Yeah, actually, there is.”

  He pushes aside the papers he’s been poring over and gives me his full attention. “What’s going on? Is it work? Did something happen with the Orange Grove sale?”

  Business has been great, really good. We’re juggling multiple properties at a time, and Brazen has a crew of men underneath him. My distraction today isn’t over work. Moving through our joined office, I open the drawer of my desk and pull out a neatly wrapped box. The pink and blue ribbons tangle, tickling my fingers.

  “It isn’t Orange Grove, and there isn’t anything wrong.” I hold out the gift for him to take. “I got you this.” I chew on my lip, anxious to see his face when he sees what’s inside.

  Brazen eyes me with a hint of mischief.

  “Go on, and open it,” I encourage.

  Time moves in slow motion as the colorful ribbons are dropped to the floor. The white wrapping paper is removed with careful precision when I want him to just rip it away.

  Come on! Come on! Will it ruin the moment if I scream at him to hurry up?

  I can’t wait to see his face. His handsome face that always looks at me with so much love.

  Finally, the box is free of its wrapping, and Brazen stares in awe. “Are you … what are you telling me here, Noah?” His voice rises in pitch, and his eyes light up with elation.

  “I’m late, very late. I didn’t want to find out for sure without you, but I think we’re pregnant.”

  Without even knowing for sure, Brazen lifts me into his arms, and his holler echoes through the spacious office. I excitedly laugh into his neck at his over-the-top response.

  “What are we waiting for?” Brazen sets me to the floor and considerately but hastily urges me toward the bathroom.

  My feet trip as he holds on to my shoulders.

  “Brazen!” I can’t stop laughing. “I don’t need to pee.”

  “Hang on.” He leaves me inside the bathroom as I shake my head over his rush. When he returns, he has three bottles of water in his hands. “Drink these.”

  “All of them?” I give him a look to tell him that he’s nuts.

  “Yeah, or however many until you have to pee. I can get more.” He unscrews the cap of one and pushes it at me.

  I take a large sip through a smile. It’s hard to keep the water down while he watches me so intently. Brazen already has the next bottle ready to go before I finish the first, but I hold up my hand.

  “No, no more water. I’m good.”

  “It worked? You need to go?” He’s opening up the box as he waits for my answer.

  “Yeah, I’m ready.”

  “Wait, Noah . . .”

  “Brazen, you just made me chug water, and now, you want me to wait? I have to pee!”

  “I just wanted to tell you I love you, and no matter what that stick says, I can’t wait to start a family with you. You’re going to be the best mom.”

  With my legs crossed, I lean in to press my lips to his. He’s always so sweet. That’s never changed over the years.

  “I love you, too.”

  “Okay, now, take those panties off, and pee on this damn stick!”

  The vibe in this tiny bathroom switches so quick, I laugh again, which makes me have to pee even worse.

  “Give a girl a little room to do her business. I can’t pee with you standing over me.”

  “Fine, but I’m staying in the bathroom.”

  “The stick isn’t going to sing out a pregnancy announcement. It takes minutes to give us an answer.” I hike up my dress, one that Brazen bought for me.

  “Still not leaving, Noah.”

  “Just read the directions,” I tell him with mock annoyance.

  He carefully recites the instructions to me as I pee on the stick. Afterward, we sit on the bathroom floor with the test between us at our feet and hold hands while we wait to find out if we’re actually going to be parents. The timer Brazen set goes off, but neither of us reaches for the stick.

  “Together?” I ask him.

  “Together.” He reaches for the test and holds it between us.

  Clear as day, we have our answer.

  Brazen’s free hand moves to rest on my stomach. “Little Hashtag is growing inside you.” His hand sneaks up my dress and lovingly strokes my skin.

  I can’t
help the chortle that bubbles up. “We are definitely still not naming this baby Hashtag.” There is no way, no how.

  We’re going to have a baby. I’m going to have Brazen’s child.

  Whatever the name, I love him or her more than I ever thought I could love someone I’ve never laid eyes on, and that sentiment will only heighten as we expand our family.

  The End

  The light to my dark. ♥

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