by KL Myers
“Braedyn, I’m sorry you misunderstood what you saw. I wish you would have talked to me back then about it,” I tell him. “I never understood what happened between us, and I should have questioned the change in our relationship, but I didn’t. That is on me”. I run my hands over my face and take in a deep breath. Before I can continue, Braedyn interrupts me.
“Look, Gauge, what you just shared with me is a lot to digest. I can’t claim to understand any of this or what your life was like back then, but what I do know is that for years I’ve hated everything about you. It won’t be easy for me to just pretend nothing ever happened, so don’t go getting your hopes up that everything is water under the bridge now”.
I stand from the chair I sat in and place my hand on my brother’s shoulder. “Look, Braedyn, I’m not looking for absolution for the crimes I’ve committed in the past. I’ve done my time and reflected on what I could have done differently. All I’m asking is that you give me an opportunity to build a relationship with you again.” Lightly squeezing his shoulder, I continue, “I’m going to head out now, I think you need some time. Let me know if you want to talk again, OK? Don’t close the door on me just yet.”
As I make my way to the door, I can only hope Braedyn can find it in his heart to let me back in and rebuild our relationship. I need my family now more than ever.
Braedyn
WHEN I OPEN MY eyes, Rylee is sitting in the chair beside me. I’m not sure when she came back to my hospital room. I fell asleep after my brother left. Asking him those questions was hard on both of us. Hearing the answers was even worse for me. I formed an opinion of the one person I worshiped as a kid, and it was the wrong one, effectively destroying our relationship.
“Hi, sunshine, how long have you been sitting there?” Rylee stands from her chair to sit on my bed beside me. Her lips gently touch mine as she whispers to me how much she loves me.
“The doctor came by while you were asleep. They are going to release you in the morning. He said you are not to do anything strenuous for the next six weeks, so it looks like you are stuck with me being your nursemaid.”
The thought of Rylee wearing a short little white nurse’s outfit has my dick hardening. “I’m getting you a little nurse’s outfit. I want you to wear it while you wait on me. No fucking underwear for you either. When you bend over, I want to see that pretty little ass of yours.”
“Braedyn, god, why do you have to be such a pig? There is no way I am going to wear a nurse’s outfit. You need to be resting, and you aren’t going to be wanting to fuck with your ribs the way they are.”
“Babe, if you think for one minute that my dick won’t be sliding in and out of your pussy over the next six weeks, you have got another thing coming. You might as well bury me in a grave, because that is the only time I won’t be fucking you.” Reaching slowly over to the bed controls, I push the button so I can sit up some. I want her body next to mine right now. “Come here and lie next to me. I want to feel you beside me.” Her shoes come off her feet, and she slides up the bed until she is on her side with her arm around my waist. I reach over and pull her tighter to my side. Her tits pushed up against me is setting my blood on fire. “Kiss me,” I tell her. My lips are on hers before she can answer me, and my tongue brushes against her bottom lip, begging for access to her sweet mouth. I bite into her it, pulling and nibbling to show her how much I want her. Rylee’s hand moves to my hair as she runs her fingers through it, pulling as she goes.
“Brae, we need to stop this before things get out of hand. We can’t risk someone catching us.” She’s nervous and apprehensive about public displays, so I can feel her pulling away from me. “We need to wait until you are healed or at least until we get home, please.” My brain and my cock are warring against each other. My brain is saying she is right; I don’t want anyone to see her naked but me. However, my cock is saying Fuck this shit. Get your pretty little mouth wrapped around me.
“Ry, I’ll give you tonight, but tomorrow when we get home, your mouth is mine. I want it wrapped around my cock. My fingers will be in your pussy, stroking you till I hear you scream my name. Then and only then will I let myself explode in your mouth, and you will swallow every last drop I have to give you. Do you understand?”
I can feel her heart beating faster. I know I’ve turned her on, which is OK, because I want her to be as uncomfortable as I am. This waiting shit is going to be the death of me. “You want me too, don’t you?” I know she does, but I like hearing her tell me how much she does.
Before she can answer me, the door swings open and in comes my nurse with my food. I hate hospital food; it doesn’t matter how much salt you use, it doesn’t improve the taste. I can’t wait to get home and have a home-cooked meal.
“So tell me, how did your visit with your brother go?” I know she’s hoping we have found a way to move forward, but I am not sure if I can tell her that is the case.
“Look, we were able to clear the air about things in our past. I just don’t know if I am ready to have him as a permanent part of my life at this point.” Before she can say anything more, I add, “Just give me time to absorb everything he and I talked about, please, then I can figure out what I want to do from there, OK?”
“Sure, Brae, I understand. I’m just happy that you at least aren’t closing the door on building a relationship with your brother.” I can see the happiness in her eyes and smile. “I just want you to be happy, Brae. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you whether I understand it or not. Now, can we please watch my favorite show since I didn’t set the DVR at the house?”
I hate watching The Bachelor, but Rylee is addicted to it. She loves romance. Myself, I don’t see what these girls see in a guy who would go on TV to propose to some girl he met only weeks prior. Now, I can see the upside for the guy. He gets twenty-five women to choose from initially and gets up and personal with them with no strings attached. But on the flip side, if I were one of the girls, I would have a hard time with the guy sticking his tongue down multiple girl’s throats, all in the same night he decides to kiss me. Regardless, she loves the show, so I will endure the torture of an hour of bullshit if it makes her happy.
***
Being home with a broken leg is a pain in the ass when you live in a two-story house. Trying to make it up and down the stairs with a cast on took a lot out of me.
For the first two weeks, Rylee confined me to the top floor, saying everything I need is up here. She was at my beck and call 24/7, and I loved that she was there for me. I hate to admit it, but yes, during those two weeks, sex was non-existent, and I had to admit to Rylee that she was right. But once I got comfortable with moving around on my own, all bets were off, and she knew it. She wouldn’t let me do anything too strenuous though, so she rode my cock like a champ each night before bed. A guy could get used to that, but I’m aching to be the one in control again.
Once the casts came off my arm and leg, there was no stopping me. I needed to be moving all the time. Sitting home doing nothing is not my style, and I needed to get back to work. Hell, I wanted to get back to work, so when the doctor gave me the all-clear for light duty, I jumped at the opportunity to go back.
Today is my first day back since the accident, and I’m stuck doing less vigorous activities. I’m not allowed out on a call until I have full clearance. That means I get to do all the shopping and cooking for the guys. Not my favorite thing to do, but at least I’m back. I’m killing the time by studying and prepping for my lieutenant exam. The exam has been on my radar for quite some time, but I never took it too serious until Rylee. I know this is the logical next step for me. Not only will it bring additional financial stability, but as I look into the future, I see a life and family with Rylee, and she will welcome anything that could potentially reduce a small part of the risk I take each day.
Earlier this afternoon, a couple stopped by for a visit. They looked very familiar, but for some reason, I couldn’t exactly place them. When they introduced thems
elves as John and Mary Brown, the last name brought back a memory I chose to forget. These were the parents of the young boy who hung himself. I don’t like to dwell on the past, but I have to wonder what was so wrong in this young boy’s life that he felt the only way to find peace was to take his life.
The Browns wanted to thank me for everything I did to try to save their son. Mrs. Brown hasn’t gotten over the fact that her son is gone, but knowing he was able to donate a good portion of his organs to those who needed them has helped her move on some. They thought I’d want to know that the donated organs saved lives. I know they expected me to find comfort in this, but honestly, it doesn’t comfort me. Though their son was able to save so many lives by donating his organs to others, I only know that I wasn’t able to save him.
There isn’t a firefighter I know of who tracks all the rescues they have been a part of or all the lives that they have saved. It is those who they have lost that stick in their minds. They remember the ones they lost, and there will never be any comfort in that. I’ve always known that helping others was what I wanted to do, but after losing Brooklynn, it solidified any doubts I may have ever had about my career choice.
Before I call it a night, I reach out to Rylee to share with her what happened today. I have become used to the comfort I find in her voice. She tries to help me find the positive in everything, but I’m still not sure there is one today. When I am away from her, nothing is right in my world. By the time I hang up with Rylee, my mind is exhausted, haunted, and anything but at peace. I close my eyes and try to drift off to sleep. I’m not quite sure how long it takes me to fall asleep, but a feeling of someone standing at the foot of the bed, staring at me, has me waking from a dead sleep. When I open my eyes, I see Brooklynn looking down at me with concern in her eyes.
“Braedyn, my love, it’s time to let go of the past. You have so much love to offer someone. You deserve to find happiness once again. Build a life with Rylee. She makes you happy and you make her happy. I know the decision you made all those years ago was tough, but I understand why. It was time. I’ll always love you, Brae. Now, go and live your life and be happy.” She blows me a kiss and then vanishes before my eyes.
I’ve heard people talk about experiencing these types of encounters, but I never really believed in them. Part of me believes that it is just my subconscious in a state of un-rest, and this is my brain's way of putting me at ease and letting things from the past go. The other part of me questions if there is the slightest possibility that it could have been real. Regardless of the correct answer, I know in my heart that it’s what I needed to move forward with Rylee and tie her to me for the rest of our lives. Now, all I have to do is figure out a plan and put it in motion.
Rylee
TODAY, BAILEY AND I had a girl’s day, otherwise known as a spa day followed by lots of shopping. I wanted to take my mind off my feelings for the day. My call with Braedyn last night didn’t end the way I hoped it would. I wasn’t able to calm him the way I normally do. I could tell by his voice that he was still struggling when we hung up, when normally, I can turn his frown upside down. I’m fearful that one day I won’t be enough for him and he’ll find someone who will be.
Our time together has been like a fairy tale for me. I can’t remember a time when I have felt so much love that it scares me. I know there has got to be a black cloud somewhere waiting to rain on my perfectly sunny world. There has never been a time when I have felt secure or loved until I met Braedyn. He’s my battleship that helps me sail the rough seas, and I’m not sure what I would do without him.
So today, Bailey and I headed out to my favorite place to shop to wash away the blackness taking over my heart. I love the mall, even if I don’t buy a single thing; just looking and trying on shoes can make my whole day. I guess you could say I’m a shoe whore. I can never get enough of them, and I’m not devoted to one specific designer. I’ll try them all out, take a few home and love them till there all worn out and then toss them aside for the newest style. When I moved in with Braedyn, I thought he was going to have a heart attack when I had to use the spare bedroom closet just to hold all my shoes.
“Why does one person need so many freaking shoes?” he asked. “Babe, I own one pair of dress shoes, two pairs of tennis shoes, and a pair of boots. What the hell?” And with that, he rolled his eyes and left the room. Just that memory makes me want to go home with at least three pairs today. I’m feeling that a new pair of CFM (that’s Come Fuck Me for those of you who don’t know) is needed, and for that matter, I might just make it two plus a pair of flats.
Four hours later, as well as six shopping bags and a massage that was to die for, I’m ready for the night to come to an end. Tomorrow, my baby will be home, and I’ll have three days in his arms. It’s time to start planning some fun. I pull out my new pair of red stilettos and place them on the floor by the dresser. I rummage through my drawer, trying to find the black and red bustier and matching thong. When I find them, I place them on top of the dresser and set my alarm for six thirty. It takes me a few moments to formulate my plan, but by the time I finish, I have clothes, shoes, and new toys waiting patiently for when my man walks through that door tomorrow.
I’m just about ready to undress when my phone rings. I already know who it is by the ring tone. “Hi, hot stuff,” I say on a giggle. “How was your day?” As I’m listening to Brae tell me what his day held for him, I start to undress and get ready for bed.
“Rylee, what are you doing?” I hear him ask. “Trying to get my shirt off without dropping the phone. Why?” There’s a little laugh in his voice when he asks, “Need my help?” “If you were here, Brae, I would love for you to help me, but you’re not, so hold on a second.” Once I get undressed, I decide to have a little fun with him before I hang up.
“Brae, what would you say if I told you I’m lying on our bed completely naked? That I’m running my hands over my tits and squeezing them but imagining it was your hands?” There is a groan on the other end of the phone.
“Don’t tease me like that, Rylee, it’s not fair.” I take advantage of the situation a bit more. “So then I shouldn’t tell you that I just stuck my fingers in my mouth to get them nice and wet and now I’m sliding them inside myself, pumping them in and out while I rub my thumb over my clit?”
“Jesus Christ, Rylee, you definitely shouldn’t tell me that, so stop it right now.” There is a bitter tone in his voice. “Or what, Brae, will you spank me?” I giggle a little. “You know how wet I get when you spank my ass and leave red handprints on it.”
“Rylee, I’m going to make you pay for this when I get home in the morning, so you better be ready.” And with that, he says good-bye and hangs up.
I, of course, know exactly where he is headed and what is on his agenda, and since I am already naked and lying on our bed, I decide what is good for him is good for me. I close my eyes and pictured Braedyn standing over me, stroking himself while his other hand reaches down between my legs. As my fingers slip inside my pussy, I pretend they are his fingers and that he is finger-fucking me slowly. With each pump inside of myself, I see his hand stroking his shaft to the same rhythm in my mind. My body is trembling and I raise my ass off the bed as I push my fingers deeper into myself, grinding my clit into my palm. I am aching to feel him, not me, inside my pussy. With each thrust, I come closer and closer to my orgasm. I want so badly to feel his cum release on my tits, covering them completely. I reach my other hand up and pretend I am rubbing his release into my skin, marking me as his completely, and within moments, the pleasure I bring myself is so intense I scream in ecstasy.
As I lie there alone, I know I can’t wait until my alarm goes off in the morning. Braedyn is going to get the surprise of his life, and I am looking forward to the pleasure.
Braedyn
When I hang up the phone with Rylee, I am so hard I can’t take it. Just picturing her lying on our bed with her fingers inside herself has me breathing hard and my cock twitching in my
pants. I have to get my mind off of her, otherwise the guys are going to give me shit about my hard-on. I decide working out will be a good thing to take my mind off of her and focus on something other than her naked body. So I push myself so hard until the muscles in my arms and chest are burning by the time I finish. The hot shower feels great and totally relaxes me by the time I get out and make my way to bed.
When I walk through the door of our home the next morning, I find my beautiful girlfriend leaning against the kitchen counter in a red and black bustier and red stiletto heels. Her black hair is pulled up away from her neck, showing off how slender it is. The sight of her there sends all the blood in my body south to my cock, making it so hard it hurts. I thought I was hard last night when I pictured her lying on our bed naked, but seeing her now dressed like this is second to none.
I can’t get to her fast enough, but when I do reach her, I immediately throw her over my shoulder and head to the living room. Once I get to the couch, I spin her around and bend her over the back of it, so that all I can see is her ass and my hand landing down on top of it nice and hard. I hear a yelp come from her, followed by a moan as I rub my palm over the red mark I left.
“Do it again, please.” I raise my palm and let it fall on the other cheek with a crack. “Oh god, yes,” she moans. “You like it hard like that, don’t you?” I question her. “Yes, please, Brae, again.” I love this side of her; we haven’t yet explored, but I make a mental note to explore things further another day. Right now, I need to be inside her, so I reach down and unzip my pants, reach in and grab my cock, while with my other hand, I grab the back of her thong and pull with all my strength, ripping it from her body. She gasps as I do that, and then I push inside her pussy, stretching her to her limits, burying myself until her ass is pressed firmly against me. “This is going to be quick, Rylee. I can’t hold out for long, but I promise to make it up to you.” Being the gracious lover I am, I won’t come before her, but I will make this hard and fast, because I need the release. I’m fucking her hard, making sure the tip of my cock rubs that sweet spot inside her pussy she loves so much. “Yes, yes, oh my god, yes!” I hear her scream and feel her walls contract around my cock, squeezing it harder than I have ever felt her do before. I can’t hold back any longer, and with one final thrust, I release, calling out her name.