Reawaken His Heart

by KL Myers

  “Exactly my point,” Bailey says “If you had trusted your instincts instead of looking for happily ever after, you could have saved yourself the agony of years of abuse and, well, you know.” She winces as she says the last part.

  “You know I don’t blame you or Chris for what happened with Colt the night of your wedding, right? There is no way either of you could have known he would act that way,” I tell her.

  “I know, but Chris feels horrible, since it was his friend. Did I tell you that Colt tried to reach out to Chris? But Chris is done with him. He knew Colt had issues, but he never thought he would do something so despicable. Chris wanted to cancel our honeymoon and stay at he hospital with you, but everyone assured us you would be fine. Okay, enough about Colt, just don’t get too hung up on Braedyn too fast, please.” Her eyes plead with me.

  I shake my head and smile. “Bailey, it’s different with him though. He came on strong to me, not the other way around. I didn’t ask him to be my savior or my friend. He was just there, and when we are together, it’s like we’ve been together for a lifetime. I can talk to him openly about anything and not feel weird, and it’s the same with him… At least I thought it was.” I take a deep breath and let it out. “And the sex is fucking amazing. My pussy ached for days after he left. I’ve gotten myself off every day to the memory of what he did to me.”

  Bailey laughs at me. “Ry, you’re crazy, you know that right? If it’s meant to be with Braedyn, then everything will work itself out.” I know she is right, but I can’t help dissecting what I may have done wrong. And then it hits me that I didn’t do anything wrong. I was just being me. I am who I am, and I can’t be anything different. Some old habits are hard to break though.

  After a couple of hours of good conversation, food, and a few drinks, I’m home and watching TV. My mind isn’t on the TV though; it’s going a mile a minute with the same thoughts I often have, wondering what it would be like to find the one man who completes me. Who’ll love me as I am and put me on a pedestal? It’s then I realize I’ve stumbled through men, always looking for the ONE but never finding him, and I have to wonder if I’ve set the bar too high or perhaps I need to stop “looking” and let things happen naturally. I start to re-evaluate what it is I want in a man and find that I don’t want to settle for anything less than being a man’s whole world. Why should I? I deserve to be the reason the sun and moon rise and fall for him, whomever that will be. In my heart, I want it to be Braedyn. Who am I kidding?

  My phone rings. It’s Braedyn. But how he treated me earlier, I don’t want to talk to him. Two of us can play at that game, so I just hit the big, red decline button and send him to voicemail. He immediately calls back, and my thumb doesn’t even hesitate to hit the red button again. I’m not ready to talk to him right now; I need to figure out if I misread his signs last week. He came on so strong and then called to set up plans for Friday, but his shortness in his text made me feel like I was bothering him, and I don’t ever want to feel that way.

  I sit here in my living room, daydreaming for an hour, when there’s a knock at my front door. It startles me back to reality. Who is at my door at eleven thirty at night? Then I hear Braedyn’s voice call out to me as he knocks again. I get off the couch and open the door and see the most amazing set of eyes looking back at me. Before I know it, his hands are in my hair and his lips are on my mouth, kissing me like I’m his last breath. I feel us moving inside, and he kicks the door with his foot, closing it behind him, but the kiss never breaks. After what seems like an hour but is probably only minutes, his lips leave mine and he steps back and just stares at me.

  “I’m sorry. I just had to do that,” he says. “I know I was a huge dick earlier when you texted me. I wasn’t going anywhere; I was just kicking it when I saw your name on my phone. I was excited to hear from you, but then I panicked when you commented on how quickly I answered. I didn’t want it to seem like I was waiting around for you to call, so I acted on my crappy instincts. I know I hurt your feelings. I’m so very sorry.”

  I want to accept his apology, but it was childish, and honestly, as much as I like him, the fact that he acted that way really bothers me. He must have a direct line to my thoughts, because when he opens his mouth again, he comes clean with the real reason he was such an ass.

  “Look, Rylee, I’m not one who is known to have conversations, let alone multiple dates with one girl, so my first instinct was to blow you off. I know it was wrong and it was a dick move. Can you forgive me for it?”

  I’m letting what he just said sink in a bit. I’m not quite sure how I feel about his admission of him being a manwhore or that he was rude on purpose, but I try not to think about that and look at the bigger picture. I mean, he eluded to it the other night and it didn’t freak me out then, but now that I’m thinking clearly, I’m not sure how I feel. Still, I take his hand and lead him to the couch to sit down. He kisses me again.

  “Thank you for letting me in and not ignoring me again,” he says with sincerity.

  “Would you like something to drink?” I ask. “I can grab us a couple of beers if you like.” At the nod of his head I head to the kitchen to grab us two beers. When I return, he stands, grabs the beers from my hands, and places them on the table before he pulls me close to him, kissing my neck. I can feel he is already hard, which excites the hell out of me, knowing I can do that to him with just kissing.

  He kisses down my neck before dropping his head to my breasts and biting my nipples through my shirt. His hand is squeezing my other breast, so it doesn’t get lonely, and I’m in heaven. I pull away from him briefly and can see the question in his eyes, so I answer it by reaching down and pulling my dress up and over my head. I then reach around and unclasp my bra, releasing my tits for him to see. I’m standing there in just my thong. I can see the rise and fall of his chest, his Adam's apple moving up and down in his throat as he swallows, and I can hear him suck in a breath and then blow it out. “Rylee, you are so fucking beautiful.” My heart drops from my chest to my stomach. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.

  He drops to his knees in front of me and slowly slides my thong down my legs and tosses it across the room. He presses his nose into my center, and I can see and hear him inhale deeply. His voice is rough when he speaks. “Fuck, your scent is intoxicating.” Then he again presses his nose into my pussy. “I so want to be inside you,” he says, and then his tongue licks between my folds, then circles my clit. His teeth nibble at my tight little nub before he sucks it into his mouth. I cry out so loudly I swear the neighbors can hear me if they are listening. “Come for me, come on my tongue, Rylee,” he orders me as he continues to suck, nibble, and lick me. I feel his tongue push inside me a few times before he licks up my slit again and sucks my clit into his mouth. “Come for me,” he says again, and it’s like he just pushed the button that sends me over the edge. Within moments, I come all over his face. When I finally can’t stand anymore, I drop to my knees in front of him and kiss him madly, licking my juice from his lips. “Fuck, that is hot,” I hear him say, and I can’t help but smile.

  Braedyn

  FUCK, THIS GIRL IS amazing. Rylee just came all over my face and then licked her juices off of me. That is hotter than hell, and if I weren’t already hard from the moment I finished kissing her, I’d be now.

  My dick is throbbing in my pants. I’m so fucking hard right now, I could pound nails with it. I’m still kneeling on the floor when I take her hand and place a finger on her clit. “Go ahead, baby, play with your clit. Rub it for me. You’ve got me hard as a rock right now, and if I touch you again, I’m going to blow all over you. I’m not ready for this night to end just yet.”

  She reaches down and places her fingers on her clit and slowly moves them in a circle, moaning all the while. She lies down on the floor and continues to rub herself with her legs spread for me to see the dripping juices from her slit. She’s glistening, and my cock is throbbing. I spread her legs further and place my f
ace between them to find her center yet again, licking and sucking and fucking her with my tongue. I feel her other hand reach down and press my head farther into her pussy as she starts to ride my face. I can feel her explosion burst to send her over the edge of oblivion for the second time.

  “That’s two,” I tell her, “And before this night is over, I’m going to have you coming all over my cock. My mouth has enjoyed your juices, but my cock hasn’t, which is a damn shame right about now.” I stand and give her my hand, allowing her to use me to get up off the floor. I pull her into my arms and kiss her one more time before I tell her to turn around and bend over the arm of the couch. She doesn’t hesitate a moment until her ass is perfectly on display for me. “Tell me what you like about my cock, baby,” I ask her. “You do like my cock, don’t you?” She nods. “I’d like it better if it were inside me, Brae.” There is that word that grips my heart and squeezes tight, but it’s not a bad thing anymore; it’s a pleasant feeling that tells me I like her calling me that, and I never thought I would again.

  I lift my hand in the air and let it crack across her ass, sending fire through her. “That will teach you for being such a smartass.” I do it again, leaving a beautiful red handprint. She moans with excitement. “Braedyn, now, I want you in me now.” Reaching down, I grab the condom from my pocket and place it between my lips. She’s watching me over her shoulder with lust-filled eyes as I lower my zipper and remove my pants. Slowly, I slide the condom over my cock. I’m taking my time just to tease her a little bit more. “Let me hear you say it. Say you want my cock, Rylee.”

  “God, Brae, I want your cock. Stop making me wait. I’m begging, please.”

  My cock is standing at attention, begging for her pussy, so with my hand around the base, I slide it into her pussy, and it feels like the key to letting go of the past. Driving all the way into her, I make her yelp with sweet pleasure as she squeezes my cock hard with her walls. I bend over her and whisper in her ear, “You’re amazing.” With my right hand, I reach around to her clit and begin to rub it slowly. “You’re so fucking wet, Rylee, and you feel so fucking amazing around my cock.” She moans at my words, and I continue to play with her clit, sending her over the edge into her third orgasm of the night. I continue to fuck her fast and hard until I can’t take it any longer, and just before I am ready to blow, I pull out and shoot my load over her tight ass. Fuck, she looks hot with my cum all over her. “Stay still and don’t move,” I tell her and then walk to the bathroom to get a washcloth. I run some warm water over the cloth and then head back to the living room to clean myself off her. I bend over and kiss her between her shoulder blades, then walk back to the bath to dispose of the washcloth.

  When I return to the living room, she has her dress on and is sitting on the couch with a beer in her hand and a smile on her face. I find my boxers and pull them on, but that is all she’s getting on me, because I am not ready to call this night a night until I’ve had her at least one more time.

  I grab my beer, which is lukewarm at best, and take a swig, cringing as I swallow. “Sorry, babe, but I can’t drink this warm. It’s like piss water when it’s warm. I’m getting a fresh one. Do you want one?” My tired girl smiles and tells me, “Nope, I’m good, but you wasting a beer is going to cost you big time, mister.” That is a toll I will gladly pay. She just doesn’t know it yet.

  I grab another beer and then sit on the couch, pull her legs into my lap, and slowly caress her calves. “I didn’t come here just to fuck you. I want you to know that.” I take a pull off my beer. “I came over, because I saw you earlier tonight when you were crossing the street downtown and I knew I had to see you., I know you sent me to voicemail when I called later, so don’t try to deny it. I was pissed you were blowing me off.” I see a smile curve at the corner of her mouth. “I see you smiling. I didn’t like it one bit, but it got me thinking. I was an ass earlier today, and I just couldn’t let that shit sit between us like that.”

  She pulls her feet out of my lap and then replaces them with her whole body, which is totally OK with me. I wrap an arm around her shoulder, pull her tight to me, and rest my chin on the top of her head.

  Having her in my arms feels perfect to me, like we were meant to be this way; and though it scares the shit out of me, it comforts me as well, which is something I can get used to if she’ll let me. I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m going to earn it.

  ***

  When I wake in the morning, I’m alone in her bed, and the house seems quiet. I get up to make my way to the bathroom and take a quick shower, thinking I’ll find her downstairs in the kitchen, but when I get there, she isn’t there either. In fact, the house is empty.

  I see my keys on the kitchen table with a pad of paper next to them. The coffee is still warm in the pot, so I grab a cup and sit down.

  Braedyn, had to leave, but you were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to wake you. Please make yourself at home. You are welcome to stay as long as you like, but I won’t be back until 3:00. I have a few meetings downtown today. I enjoyed last night. If you aren’t here when I get back, I’ll call you later. Please answer. I promise I won’t think any less of you if you do. :)

  Her note brings a smile to my face, because I know she has forgiven me for being an ass yesterday. I finish up my coffee and set out for home. I promised the guys I’d meet them at the gym today, and I still have a few things to take care of before I do.

  It’s five o’clock before I get back home. I haven’t heard from Rylee all day, and I thought I would, so I reach out to her instead.

  Me: You busy?

  Rylee: Nope, just relaxing.

  Me: I haven’t heard from you.

  Rylee: Oh, so now you want me to stalk you?

  Me: No, but I did expect a call. You said you would.

  Rylee: Just giving you space.

  Me: My space needs you in it.

  Rylee: Sounds like someone is missing me.

  I don’t immediately respond, because I’m thinking about what she just said. Some habits die hard, I guess.

  Rylee: I’m only kidding, Brae, you still there?

  Me: Yes, I’m still here.

  Rylee: Did I freak you out? I was joking, you know.

  Me: You didn’t freak me out. I want to see you.

  Rylee: Be sure, Braedyn. I’m awfully comfy here on my couch.

  Me: I’m quite sure my couch is more comfortable.

  Rylee: You have food to go with your couch?

  Me: I have a phone and takeout menus.

  Rylee: That works. Be there in 30.

  Me: See you then.

  Believe it or not, I’m not panicking. I should be, but I’m not. I’m looking forward to Rylee coming over and having dinner.

  Rylee

  I’M NOT SURE WHAT to expect when I arrive. All day I’ve been thinking about him. Excited doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of what I’m feeling.

  I’m not quite sure why he and I have hit it off so easily. I’m trying to hold back my emotions, so that I don’t get in too deep, but I’m failing miserably. There are moments with him when I believe he feels it too, like we’ve been a couple for years.

  When I ring the doorbell and he answers, he is shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweats that hang from his hips. I can clearly see each defined ab muscle and the V that looks so sexy on him. His skin is a golden brown that tells me he must use a tanning bed, because he doesn’t seem like the type to lie in the sun for hours and bake.

  “What’s for dinner?” I immediately ask, because if I don’t focus on something other than his torso, I’m not sure I’ll ever get around to filling my stomach, and I haven’t eaten all day. “Whatever you like. The menus are in the drawer by the sink. Go ahead and pick something out,” he tells me. As I start to walk away, I feel his arm wrap around my waist, and I’m immediately pulled back against his hard chest, my back to his front. His lips nibble at my ear. “I’m very happy to see you.” Then the moment is broken when he pulls
back and his hand slaps my ass. “Now, go pick us something to eat. I’m hungry.” Then heads toward his room.

  When Braedyn returns, he is wearing a shirt and holding his credit card out to me. “Call in our order, please.” He hands me his card. “Don’t you want to have a say about where we eat from?” I ask him. “Nope, as long as you are happy, I’ll be happy.” I think this guy might be a figment of my imagination, because what man doesn’t want a say in what he eats for dinner? But who am I to argue? I grab his card, find my phone, head to the kitchen to grab the menu, and call in our order.

  When our dinner arrives, I unbox it all and place it on plates. We eat outside on the patio. “You will never believe the client I had to turn away today,” I tell him. “Was she so bad?” he asks. “I could tell there was no way in hell anything she wanted was even possible.” With a curious look, he asks, “How bad was it?” Laughing, I go on. “She wanted a theme wedding, where her financé would wear knight’s armor and she would wear a medieval gown. Of course, she was expecting me to provide her with a list of local designers who could make her dress and a place where she could rent armor for her husband-to-be.” I shake my head remembering her facial expression when I told her no. “I told her that it was virtually impossible to accomplish what she wanted. She went into bridezilla mode and continued to tell me how incompetent I was and that I needed to do my job better.” Braedyn leans over and kisses me. “Babe, you are not incompetent, and she was a bitch. I say good riddance. You don’t need that shit.”