by KL Myers
I can hear her asking me to help her undress. I see myself reaching down and grabbing her shirt then pulling it over her head. I drop it to the ground, and then I move behind her to undo her bra. I push the straps down her arms, and it falls to the floor next to her shirt. My hands brush back up her arms and then they cup her breasts. I pull her against me, her back to my front, my hands caressing her tits, and she sucks in a breath as I pinch her nipples.
Fuck me, where did that come from? What am I thinking? I shake my head and bring myself back to reality. I undress and take a shower, and she’s there in my mind again. Those amazing tits are burned into my memory, at least what I imagine they look like, and my cock immediately stiffens. I can’t help myself, so I fist my cock with my right hand and place my left on the shower wall. I begin to slowly stroke myself, imagining how perfect those breasts would feel. The fullness of each round mound, the perfectly quarter-sized brown areolas, how the nipples roll between my fingers and harden. I hear the moans she makes as I do this, and then I imagine my mouth on those tits licking, sucking, and biting those nipples, bringing her to the edge with just my touch. I can hear the moans she makes, the shudders of her body, and the sound of my name as it leaves her lips. I hear the scream of my name as she shakes from the orgasm I’ve just given her with just my mouth on her breasts. Her legs give out on her, and I have to catch her to keep her from falling. I can feel the tingles and the tightening of my balls and stroke faster, squeezing the head with each stroke of my hand. Then I open my eyes just as long spurts of cum hit the shower wall and wash down the drain.
I masturbate daily just to release my tension, but that was the best fucking self-induced release I’ve ever had, and I owe it all to Rylee. Just my imagination of what she looks like shatters me, so I’m terrified to even think what the real-life version of her would be like. It would break me, that I am sure of. I climb into bed relaxed and tired and fall asleep to the images of Rylee.
I awake at the ass crack of dawn, and the only thing on my mind is her. I get up, shower, dress, and make myself some coffee. Coffee is my lifeline to reality. Without my morning cup, I can’t function properly. It’s a habit I can’t break and frankly one I don’t want to, so by the time I’ve finished my second cup, I’m ready to start my day. I grab my keys, head out the door, and jump in my truck. I’m on my way to the local market to grab a few items for myself, and while I’m there, I just pick up a few things for Rylee. I know she won’t have gotten to the market yet, because one, she’s probably still in bed, and two, she doesn’t have a car. So I’m doing the polite thing and helping her out.
I know she won’t be expecting it, because honestly, we aren’t friends. She barely knows me, but I feel like I’ve known her my whole life, and as I’ve said many times before, I feel this need to protect her and take care of her. I can’t stand the thought of her wanting for anything. She may not know it yet, but she and I are going to be good friends before this day is out.
It’s nine o’clock by the time I reach her home. I grab the bag of groceries and step out of the truck. When I turn to walk up the drive, I see her standing in the doorway. “What are you doing here?” she asks. “Bringing you a few items I knew you needed. I was at the store this morning and remembered you didn’t have a car and thought I’d pick a few things up for you.” I give her my ‘he’s such an amazing guy’ smile, ‘please don’t get mad at me’ grin, which of course works. “Come in, and thank you for thinking about me. I was just getting ready to call a cab to take me to Hertz to pick up a rental till the insurance decides what they are going to do.” She closes the door behind me after I walk through, and I head for the kitchen to put the milk and eggs in the fridge. “I have the day off. I can take you.” I can see the wheels turning in her mind before she responds with, “Thank you so much. I would love that.”
“Have you eaten anything yet?” I know she hasn’t, but I still ask. She shakes her head no. “Get dressed, I’m taking you to get a rental car, but on the way we are going to stop and get a bite to eat, and I don’t want to hear one argument out of you.” It doesn’t take her long to throw on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top and flip flops. Her hair is in a ponytail, and she has minimal makeup on, but wow, is she breathtaking.
Over breakfast, I learn that she loves the color purple, and her favorite flowers are Stargazer lilies. She works as a wedding planner and isn’t in a relationship with anyone. I tiptoe around the subject of her ex, but I need to know if he is going to be an issue and if it’s safe to leave her alone. “I know it’s none of my business, but should I be worried that this Colt guy may show up at your door at any moment?”
“No, I got a call this morning from Officer White. He advised me that they picked Colt up yesterday and that he is in custody.”
This makes me feel ten times better than I was feeling earlier. I want to know the story behind that, even though I know it’s not my business, but I can’t bring myself to ask just yet, and she doesn’t offer to tell me.
She’s an amazing woman. Rylee grew up on a farm in Texas with her brother, Jaxson. She isn’t close to her parents and only keeps in touch with them around the holidays to call and give her best wishes, but Jaxson and she are as tight as can be and talk once a week at least. Jaxson rides the rodeo circuit and is quite good. I can tell she is extremely proud of him. She moved out at eighteen and has been taking care of herself ever since. She put herself through college working at night and studying by day. “I can’t believe that I just verbally barfed all that information to you.” Embarrassment crosses her face. “I just feel very comfortable talking with you, which is new for me, because I am usually pretty quiet about my personal life.”
“So, Braedyn, tell me about yourself and your family. What are they like?” she asks.
“Well, unlike you, I am very close with my parents. I talk with them all the time.” I take a moment to decide if I want to go any further. “I have an older brother I am not close with.” I hope she leaves it at that and can tell by my expression that the subject is off limits. “I work with my best friend whom I’ve known all my life. We both went to the academy together and we both grew up and went to school not too far from here.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” She asks me, and I don’t know how to fucking answer that question. I pretty much think that I need to stay away from any topic that involves women in general, so I just shake my head “Nah, nothing serious,” I tell her and leave it at that, hoping that is the end of that discussion.
It's noon by the time we get to Hertz to pick up her rental, and she thanks me for breakfast and gives me a hug. As I turn to walk away, she calls my name. “Hey, Brae.” My heart stops and so do my feet, and it takes me a minute to answer her. I haven’t had anyone call me Brae since Brooklynn, so I’m taken aback by this. I turn around and look at her “Why did you just call me that?” I ask.
“Honestly, I don’t know. It just seemed fitting, so I used it. Does it bother you? I won’t use it again if it does.” I can see the apprehension in her eyes.
I never thought I’d ever want to hear someone call me by that name again, but coming out of her mouth it’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard in a while. “It’s fine, Rylee, it’s just that no one has called me that in a very long time. Don’t worry about it.”
“Can I make you dinner to thank you for everything you’ve done today for me?” she asks
“Sure, I’d love that.” I tell her.
“See you at seven,” she says, turns, and walks away from me.
When I get back to my truck and turn the ignition, God Gave My You by Blake Shelton comes on. I’m listening to the words intently.
Blake is singing about being a walking heartache and that he has made a mess of his life. He doesn’t like the person he has become lately; it isn’t who he wants to be anymore.
I know it must be a sign of some sort. I want to believe that more than anything and that maybe this is Brooklynn’s way of telling me from above that it’s t
ime to live again, but the pessimist in me knows that there is no way that this is a sign from above. I put the truck in reverse, back out of the parking space, and head home.
Rylee
THE FIRST THING I need to do today is reach out to Jace. Braedyn told me he called Jace, but I think he needs to hear from me. I dial his number and get his voicemail. “Hi, Jace, it’s me. I know that a very nice man by the name of Braedyn called you to let you know I was in an accident, but I’m home now and I’m OK. If you’d like to call me, that would be great. Hope to talk to you soon.”
About an hour later, my phone rings. Looking at the caller ID, I see it’s Jace. “Jace, hi, how are you?”
“Rylee, are you OK? I’ve been so worried about you. What happened? I knew I should have demanded that you leave your car there and just ride with me. None of this would have happened if you would have just done as I asked.”
My first instinct is that Jace is being an ass, and the last thing I need is another controlling person in my life. But then I realize that he is probably just blaming himself for everything. “Jace, I’m good. Aside from a broken arm I’m perfectly fine. Please don’t stress over any of this. It’s done and over with, and I just want to put it behind me.”
“That guy who called me, Rylee, who is he? How do you know him? Why did he have your phone?” His voice is a cross between accusation and concern.
“Braedyn is a firefighter who happened to be driving down the road and stopped to help me. If it weren’t for him, things could have been so much worse,” I explain.
“How long have you been home and why didn’t you call me to come and get you?” I can sense the hurt in his voice that this is the first he is hearing from me.
“Braedyn brought me home yesterday from the hospital, so I’ve only been home for a day. I just wanted to reach out and let you know that I’m OK and maybe we can get together next week some time and have lunch.” It’s the polite thing to do, but honestly, I really don’t feel much like seeing him. For someone who claimed to care about me, there was not one set of flowers or even a get-well card from him in my hospital room.
I had two flower arrangements: one from Bailey and Chris, and one from her parents. I knew Jax didn’t know, otherwise he would have been by my side when I woke up.
“Do you want to have dinner tonight, Rylee?” he asks. “I could pick something up and bring it over, and we could just hang out together if you want.”
Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. “I’m sorry Jace. Braedyn is coming over for dinner tonight. Like I said, we can get together next week for lunch if you like.”
“I don’t get you, Rylee. You don’t even know this person and he’s coming over for dinner. We’ve been dating for months and you only have time for lunch next week for me. What gives?” There is hurt in his voice, which I know I am to blame for.
“Jace, I’m sorry if your feelings are hurt. We are just friends. We aren’t dating. I thought we agreed that we enjoyed each other’s company but that there would never be anything more than that.” I try to cushion the blow because I think I’ve always known he wanted more.
“You know what, Rylee? I think it’s time for us to re-evaluate what we both want out of this friendship, because I am thinking I obviously want more than you do. I’m glad you are all right, but I think we just need to cool it down for a bit.” There is a slight pause before he adds, “Call me once you’ve decided what you want.” And with that, Jace hangs up the phone, leaving me speechless.
***
Braedyn is not only damn fine looking, he also has a wonderful heart. I feel like I’ve known him all my life, not like I just met him a week ago. Well, actually, two days ago, since I’m not sure you can call him saving my life and me blacking out ‘meeting’. I have never felt a connection to someone as strong as I have with him. I especially didn’t have this kind of connection with Colt, and we were together for the better part of almost two years. I’ve certainly not felt it with anyone ever.
I can’t believe he stopped by every day to see me in the hospital to make sure I was all right. He never admitted to this, but the nurse on duty informed me when I questioned who it was she was talking to that day.
When Braedyn came into my room, my heart stopped for a moment. I couldn’t contain the smile that came across my face just seeing him walk in. I had been awake for a couple of days; he hadn’t come into my room then, and if my nurse hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have even known he was checking on me.
When he asked me if I remembered him, I wanted to laugh. I mean, how could I forget the gorgeous hunk who saved my life and held me in his arms comforting me? When I told him that I remembered him, I could see that it pleased him. Then when I asked him to fill in the holes of what happened that day, he looked a little uncomfortable, but he still took my hand in his and told me everything he remembered. Having his hand hold mine felt like heaven.
I was so afraid he would think I was a looser to be in a relationship with a man who would try to kill me, but as my tears fell, it wasn’t pity I saw in his eyes; it was concern and caring, which made me cry harder because a complete stranger cared so much for me.
When he decided to leave for the day, I wasn’t sure if I would see him again, so I did the only thing I could think of and asked if he would spend the next day with me. I didn’t want to be alone, and something about Braedyn being with me relaxed me. I never expected him to say yes, but when he did, I was elated.
I wanted to die when he asked me what type of book I wanted him to bring me back. First I thought about telling him a crime novel, but then I felt bad that he would spend money on something I would never read, so I pulled up my big girl pants and told him to bring me a romance novel. I figured that was better than asking him to bring me “mommy porn” to read. He didn’t need to know that about me just yet.
The following day when Braedyn refused to let me take a cab home, I knew he was someone I wanted to have around in my life. Then when he put his arms around me to lift me into his truck, I was certain it was more than just wanting him around. My pussy quivered as his arms wrapped around my body, pulling me close to him. It’s crazy that a person I didn’t know from Adam would do that to me. I’m not sure what it is about him, but I know I need to get to know everything about him.
The rest of my day has been spent making dinner and picking up around the house. I know for someone who just got released from the hospital I should be taking it easy, but I’m excited to see him and I want everything to be in its place. Sometimes I can be obsessive. I spend an hour trying to decide what I should wear tonight. I decide to go with the simple, comfortable look. I put on my favorite faded blue jeans and my favorite t-shirt, though it’s not just any t-shirt. This one has just the right amount of cleavage to put the girls on display and hopefully gets him thinking about the possibilities what tonight could hold; and yes, I am thinking about what the night could hold, which is so unlike me. I’m not sure why I’m thinking about sex with him. I should be worried about resting and getting back to work, but since I woke up and saw his eyes, I can’t get him out of my mind.
It’s a quarter to seven when there’s a knock at the door. I run my fingers through my hair, make sure my tits are pushed up, and quickly make my way to the front door. When I open it, my heart skips a beat. Braedyn is standing there with a smile on his face, wearing a light blue Henley that is stretched tight across his chest and just defines how insanely toned he is. The sleeves are pushed up on his arms, putting his ink on display and making my mouth water. He’s wearing jeans that hug his ass and wrap around his muscular thighs, which I hope to see in all their naked glory before the night is over.
He clears his throat, and I realize I’m just standing there ogling him. I’m embarrassed. I quickly move out of the way so he can come in. I smell his cologne as he passes me in the doorway, and oh god, does he smell good. I can feel myself grow wet from the smell alone. Crap, I’m like a dog in heat.
“Something smells great,”
I hear coming from the kitchen, and then I see him in all his glory standing in the doorway to the kitchen, arms above his head, his hands grabbing the door jam, and yep, if I wasn’t wet before, I’m soaked now.
I wanted dinner to be special, so I made the only thing I knew I could without messing it up. I’ve always liked a spinach and walnut salad with bacon and pecans. It pairs perfectly with the salmon and rice. I just hope Brae will enjoy it as much as I do.
Dinner goes smoothly, and conversation flows without a hitch even though my mind keeps dreaming of all the things I’d like to do to him and what I’d like him to do to me. There are a few times when I could swear I see a glaze of desire in his eyes, but that could just be my wishful thinking.
After dinner, we make our way to the living room and turn on the TV. We relax on the couch. I’ve got my legs pulled up to the side so I can face him, while he’s turned to me with one leg on the couch. All I can think of is what it would be like to sit in his lap. He reaches out to gently caress my face and then tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Rylee, I don’t know what it is about you, but I feel so comfortable around you.” His eyes tell me he is sincere. “I am so attracted to you in a way I haven’t been in such a long time. I’m finding it hard to sit here and not touch you.” He shifts his leg down to the floor and quickly grabs me by the waist and moves me to straddle him. Both his hands are cupping my face now. “I’ve been dying to kiss you all night,” he says, “So kiss me then,” I tell him, and he does.
His lips are soft as they touch mine. He’s gentle with his kiss at first, but then it becomes more ferocious, like he’s gasping for his last breath. His tongue brushes my lips, and I open my mouth for him to enter, which he does. His tongue twirls around mine. It feels amazing. His teeth grab my bottom lip and pull as he pulls his face back from mine before he lets go. “God, you taste amazing,” he tells me.