Reawaken His Heart

by KL Myers

  My pussy is aching and in need at this point, and my underwear is completely soaked. Braedyn pulls me close. His body pressed against mine, we are kissing again with a ferocity that turns me wild. I run my good hand under his shirt and press it against his chiseled chest, feeling every hard bit of him. I grind my pussy into him and can feel the hardness of his cock. The more I touch him, the harder my body shakes. His hands caress my tits over the top of my shirt, making me want to feel his skin on mine.

  When we break away again, we are both panting and out of breath. Braedyn clears his throat and lifts me from his lap, setting me back down on the couch. I see him reach down and adjust himself, and then with sadness in his eyes, he says, “I should go.” I don’t want him to leave, and I can tell he sees the disappointment in my eyes. “Rylee, you just got out of the hospital. You’ve spent the day shopping and making me dinner. I think you need some rest.” He turns and walks toward the door when I call out his name. He instantly stops and looks over his shoulder at me. “Please stay. I feel safe and comfortable with you, and I don’t want to feel alone tonight.” Braedyn acknowledges my request and walks back to me and picks me up. “Where is your bedroom?” I motion to the stairs, and he carries me up them and heads toward the only open door.

  Once he sets me on the bed, I remove my shirt and drop it to the floor. His eyes are looking at me with a questioning look, and I can tell he has a hard time holding back, but he does. “What do you sleep in? I’ll get it for you,” he asks. “Nothing,” I respond. A ghostly look crosses his face, and he says, “Fuck me. That just isn’t going to work for me, Rylee. There is no way I can climb in that bed and lie next to you wearing nothing and control myself. Find something to put on and do it now.” Wow, he is bossy.

  We climb into bed, and I lay my head on his chest, while his arm holds me around my shoulder. I gave in and put on a T-shirt so he would feel more comfortable. He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Rylee, I have to confess something to you. I haven’t spent the night with a girl in a long time.” That admission peaks my curiosity, but I let it go. If he wants to elaborate, he will, but he doesn’t.

  When I wake in the morning, Braedyn is still sound asleep, so I slowly remove myself from his side and make my way to the bathroom. When I return, his blue eyes are open and studying me from head to toe. I slowly reach down to the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head then drop it to the floor. His eyes go wide, and I see him shake his head. When he opens his mouth, I interrupt him. “Brae,” I tell him, “please let me do this. It’s not normally something I do, but I want you like crazy.” I can see the lump in his throat as he swallows. There is a battle going on in his mind as to whether he should give in or not. Then he nods his head without saying a word. I slide my thong down my thighs and kick it to the floor.

  I make my way back to the bed, where I straddle him and lean forward to press a kiss to his mouth. We are lying skin to skin from the waist up. I lower my head to his neck and start to kiss and suck my way from one ear to the other before I break contact, then I pull back to look in his eyes and take hold of his lips with mine.

  I’m hungry for him, every bit of him. I have this need to feel him inside me more than anything. I let my arm that is not in a cast roam over his chest while our lips caress each other’s, and then my hands land on his boxers. I’m at a disadvantage with one bad arm, but I quickly slide my good hand inside the waistband of his boxers to stroke his cock. When he grabs my hand with his to still me from stroking his shaft, there’s that look again that questions me as to whether or not I know what I’m doing. “Please,” I breathlessly whisper to him, and he releases my hand and lifts up off the bed, helping me to push his boxers down his legs so he is there in all his naked glory with his cock standing at attention for me.

  My mouth is watering at the sight of his length. It's long, thick, and wonderfully huge. Nothing like I’ve seen before. I immediately know that if I don’t have him inside me soon, I’m going to go mad. My slit is throbbing with desire, urging me to take control of the moment.

  I straddle his length, slide my pussy down on him, and begin moving in a slow rhythmic motion, which quickens as he begins to thrust himself upward and drive into me. His hands grab my ass and pull me harder onto him. We move like this for several minutes before his hands move from my ass to my sides, caressing as they climb higher until they are firmly on my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers. “Oh my god, you are amazing,” I lean forward and whisper in his ear, then pull my face back to kiss him when I see the darkness of his eyes telling me he is enjoying every bit of this. “Brea, you feel so good inside me. Please don’t stop.” That’s when I hear him whisper, “Never.”

  We continue on like this for a while, and I can tell he is getting close when his cock swells inside me. I feel his hand leave my breast and make its way between us to my clit. His thumb circles my hard little nub, which is all it takes for me to go over the edge, for my walls to clamp down around his cock and squeeze as I ride out my orgasm. He soon follows me, and I feel his cock pulse inside me as he releases. I jump off of him in mid-release and wrap my lips around his length, swallowing every last drop of his warm, creamy cum he has to give. It’s then I realize we didn’t use a condom. My pussy and my mouth are filled completely with his juice. In the heat of the moment, he tasted so good, I didn’t stop to think, and now I’m completely freaking the hell out.

  Braedyn can see the crazy in my eyes, and I can tell he thinks it’s because of him when it’s all on me. “Rylee,” he says my name cautiously. “What’s the matter? Are you OK? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Shit, it’s too soon. We shouldn’t have done this.” I shake my head at him and slowly rise back up his body. “No, Brae, you did nothing wrong. As a matter of fact, it was fucking amazing.”

  He looks puzzled at that. “Then what’s the matter? Because the look on your face tells me that nothing is all right right now.” It’s then I realize that I must have a look of horror on my face. “Brae, we didn’t use a condom.” The look on his face equals mine now. “Oh shit, I got so carried away with how good it felt that I totally forgot about it. Rylee, I’m so sorry.” I reach out and touch his face briefly. “Brae, it’s OK. I’m on the pill. Well, except for that week after the accident, but I’m pretty sure we’re safe. Though neither one of us knows each other well enough not to be precautious.” I suck in a breath and slowly exhale. “Rylee, I’m clean. I promise you. My last checkup was clean, and I haven’t gone without a condom since then and I get tested regularly. Are you trying to tell me I should be concerned with you?” I gasp at the thought that there could be anything wrong with me. “No, Brae, I’m clean. I swear to God I am. I wasn’t sure how to politely tell you I was worried about you.” A laugh escaped him. “Nice, but you had me worried there for a moment.” He kisses my nose, gets up, slides his boxers on, and then sits down next to me again.

  “Rylee, this is crazy between us, you know? I can’t say I’ve never had sex with someone I don’t know, but…” He must see the look of disgust on my face, because he stops mid-sentence. “That didn’t exactly come out right,” he says. “I’ve had plenty of one-night stands. Shit, that didn’t come out right either. Look, Rylee, what I’m trying to say is that I don’t regret what just happened. It was amazing, and though I would have preferred it to happen after we’ve gotten to know each other a bit better, I feel like it was inevitable with us. I don’t know how to say it. I feel like we’ve been together for a long time the way things just flow with us, but we haven’t, and I know we shouldn’t have taken it to this level already, but I couldn’t help myself.”

  I have to smile now because this man just let it slip that not only is he a manwhore, but that he feels something for me at the same time. “I get it, Brae. I let it happen. Hell, I instigated the damn thing, which should make you question what the hell I am, but I promise you easy is not it. I also feel this strong pull toward you, and it’s been driving me crazy. Can we just move f
orward from here? I know I should say can we just start over and get to know each other, but I don’t want to start over. I would prefer just to move forward if that is OK with you.”

  A smile crosses Bradyn’s face, and he reaches out and puts a hand on my cheek, brushes his lips against mine, and says, “Sure, Rylee, that’s fine. Let’s move forward.” All is right in the world again.

  Braedyn

  IT’S BEEN A WEEK since I’ve seen Rylee. I left her home last week feeling on top of the world. I’ve talked to her a couple of times while I’ve had some downtime, and it’s given me some time to reflect on what it is that I want from her. From the beginning, I knew I didn’t just want to get laid. There was something there; I just couldn’t tell what it was until that evening at her home. I knew I wanted her, that is for sure, and I knew that it wouldn’t be as easy as getting off and leaving, but I wasn’t prepared for the emotions I felt for her when she came on my cock. At first, I thought it was just pride that I could get her off so easily, but then I realized it wasn’t just that; it was something different, something I knew I had to do again and again, something I needed to do soon.

  I called Rylee earlier today to set up plans for Friday night. I’m thinking dinner and a movie, and then we could head back to her place. I’m not sure I’m ready to have her come back to my place, because that would entail me either kicking her out or allowing her to stay, and frankly, I’m not sure which scares me more. Asking her to leave or wanting her to stay. I’ve not wanted anyone to stay since Brooklynn, and the fact that I might want Rylee to stay has me scared out of my ever-loving mind. Staying means a commitment to seeing that person again, and though I haven’t wanted to do that for a while, I might just like it with Rylee, which is why I was so glad she didn’t ask me to stay after our tryst last week.

  After Brooklynn, I didn’t want to care about anyone ever again. The potential for hurt or loss is inevitable, and I am not sure how I feel about those feelings. On the one hand, I enjoy being with Rylee, and the thought of another night of amazing sex has me hard as a rock; but then the thought of feeling anything more than wanting sex has me in a cold sweat. I can’t ignore that I feel something for her. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be drawn to her in the first place. I know she must feel something for me too, because based on our talks, I can tell she isn’t one to jump into sex with someone she just met either. But she did with me. But what exactly it is I feel, I don’t know. Only time will tell.

  I’ve had a long week and a slow night, and I’m counting down the hours till I can get home, shower, and sleep in my bed, which is where I get my best sleep. Then a call comes in, and Scott and I are dispatched out.

  It’s afternoon by the time I finally arrive home. I shower, throw on a pair of sweats and a tank, and make myself some lunch. I’m relaxing on the couch, watching TV, when I hear the ding on my phone telling me I have a text. I reach over and grab it and see it’s from Rylee.

  Rylee: Just wanted to say Hi.

  Me: Hi yourself, having a good day?

  Rylee: It just got better.

  Me: Why’s that?

  Rylee: I didn’t expect you to be available.

  Me: What makes you think I’m available?

  Rylee: You answered back within ten seconds.

  Smooth move, I think to myself. This girl has your number, and it’s only been a week.

  Me: I was just putting my phone in my pocket when I saw your text. I’m heading out the door for the day. Don’t have time to chat. Sorry

  Rylee: Oh, OK. Sorry. Didn’t mean to bother.

  Me: Yep. Gotta go.

  Rylee: OK :(

  I stare at my phone for a few moments and realize that my words were harsh. I didn’t mean to be rude, but she threw me off with her comment and the last thing I want her thinking is that I’m sitting around waiting for her to text or call. Jesus, I sound like a woman now. Snap out of it, man. I mentally kick myself. You’ve got to get your shit together. I need some sleep; rest always puts life back in perspective. I kick back on the couch with my beer, finish my lunch, and close my eyes.

  It’s around five o’clock when I wake up, and I feel much better now that I got some sleep. I’m meeting some of the guys tonight at Westgate for Monday Night Football and beer, so I change my clothes, grab my keys, and head out the door. When I get to the bar, there are no a parking spaces. I hate parking around here; sometimes you have to go several blocks to find a space and then walk back. I’m stopped at a light when I see Rylee standing on the corner waiting to cross the street. I wonder what she is doing down here? There isn’t much around but bars and a few restaurants. Who could she be meeting? She looks breathtaking in a white sundress with flowers on it. The dress lands just above her knees, so you can see her wonderfully toned legs, and it hugs her waist and tits, showing off her amazing figure. I’m about to honk but think better of it and just watch her walk across the street.

  I’m messed up when it comes to Rylee, and I’m breaking all my rules about second dates with her. I’m calling, texting, and thinking about her all the time, which is so out of the norm for me that I don’t know what I’m doing. I had my life planned out, no attachments, just fun, sex, alcohol, and a string of women. It’s all I saw for myself. Now I’m sitting here at a light, watching Rylee cross the street, and it hits me that I do want to spend time with her, I do want to break the rules with her, and I don’t give a shit about what I had planned out or what is right or wrong anymore, because who dictates what’s right and wrong for me? Only I can decide what that is. The light turns green, and I’m ready to pull away when I hear it again, Blake Shelton telling me what a mess of my life I’ve made and that I’m not the person I want to be. I definitely feel like the universe is trying to tell me something, since this is the second time I’ve heard the song while being around Rylee.

  The words of the song ring true for so many parts of my life since I met Rylee. I’m starting to believe there is a divine conspiracy bringing us together and that she has been brought into my life to save my soul. So yes, I finally believe that God gave me her to help me weather any storm and be there through all of the life’s ups and downs. She doesn’t know it yet, but this has just become our song.

  After finding a spot to park several blocks away, I finally make it to the bar to meet the guys. The Cardinals are playing tonight, so the room is full of maroon jerseys. I’m not a huge Cardinals fan since Warner retired, but I do my duties as a good Phoenician and support the team whenever possible.

  ***

  The guys and I had a great time, and now as I drive through town on my way home, my brain is reliving the last five years of my life. I can see it plain as day before my eyes and have come to the conclusion that I can either let my emotional insecurities consume me till there is nothing left of me, or I can grab life by the balls and live like I’ve never lived before. I’ve got a second chance to find happiness if I can suck it up enough to open myself up to the possibility of letting it happen. It’s then that I know my heart is re-awakening and ready to find happiness with one person again.

  I reach down and grab my phone to dial her number. It rings a couple of times and then goes to voicemail. Hmm, I just saw her a few hours ago. Not sure where she was going, but I know she was alone. Maybe she didn’t hear her phone ring, so I hit redial and let it ring again, but this time I can tell she sends me to her voicemail. I know she must have declined the call by the only two rings it made before I hear her voice telling me to leave a message. I hit redial again, and sure enough, after two rings I’m sent to voicemail again.

  I don’t get it. Why is she sending me to voicemail? And then I remember that earlier today, I basically told her I didn’t have time for her. I blew her off in my haste to act like I could give two shits if I talked to her or not. The bitch of the matter is that I do give two shits, but I’m a dumbass with a huge ego and no sense of what a good thing is. FUCK! I’ve got to make this right.

  Rylee

  I’m meeting Bailey fo
r drinks tonight. I’m still bothered by how short Braedyn was with me earlier. I was just being nice, checking in to see how his day was going when he acted like a dick. I enter the restaurant and see Bailey sitting at a booth in the back, so I make my way over to her and plop down. “What’s wrong, buttercup?” she asks. “You look like someone kicked your puppy.” I can’t help but crack up laughing. “First, I don’t own a puppy, so it would be impossible to kick it.” I laugh. “Second, I’ve had a long day, and I just need a drink or two or ten.” And with that, I catch the waiter as he goes by and order myself a drink.

  “Spill,” Bailey snaps at me, so I proceed to let her have it. I tell her all about the day and evening I spent with Braedyn last week, how he called to set up plans for Friday, and that he was a huge dick earlier today when I texted him; and then I just keep rambling on about my feelings and his lack thereof.

  “Jesus, Ry, you’ve only known this guy for a short time. You’ve interacted with him all of a couple of times, and now you’re whining like you’ve know him a lifetime and he’s broken your heart. You need to learn how to stop falling head over heels for every guy you meet. It’s like you’re looking for happily ever after on the first date, and shit like that just doesn’t happen, you got me? Or do I need to remind you about the last guy you fell head over heals with on sight?”

  I cringe at the memory of the first night I met Colt. “I know, Bailey, but comparing Braedyn to Colt is wrong. I knew something was off with Colt the first night I went home with him. I should have trusted my instincts then, but I let him sweet talk me into staying.”