by Lola Newmar
“Damn, girl, look at you.” Brody exhaled through his pursed lips. “Look at these titties bounce as I pound this cock into your tight cunt. Look down, baby, and watch yourself.” Taylor obeyed, straining to lift her head while she looked down to watch Brody’s wide cock disappear and reappear from her body, its taut skin glistening with her musky juices.
The sight of his large frame fucking her senseless caused a thick gush of cream to trickle from her full opening. “Oomph! Fuck, baby.” Yup, he definitely felt it drown his stiff cock. “You like watching me fuck you, don’t you, princess? Your hot pussy juices are flooding around my dick.”
Taylor could see Brody was wincing from the obvious strain of holding back. The vision threw sex gasoline on the wildfire that engulfed her insides. The panties in her mouth absorbed her primal moans, and the muffled sound seemed to pluck at Brody’s arousal. Each thrust was so deep, so damn full, his great size creating a heavenly combination of blissful pleasure teetering on the edge of panicked pain. And after years of feeling the pressure to be Miss Perfect, it felt liberating to allow herself to become completely vulnerable to Brody’s physical and emotional power over her.
Taylor felt her body tense with her on-coming orgasm when he reached down to pinch one of her swollen nipples, and her thighs began their signature violent shudder that only Jay and Brody could create. “Yeah, baby, come with me.” As Taylor felt Brody’s cock throb massively against her pussy walls, the sensation grabbed her entire being and celestial sparks burst from her core. Her muffled scream mixed with the heavy sounds of Brody’s completion.
They lay still for a moment. Resting his forehead against hers, Brody’s damp, warm body pressed against hers. “I love you,” he whispered before freeing the panties from her mouth and rolling off of her. He pulled her close to his hot, naked body, and she snuggled her head in his muscular chest. She felt so feminine and adored as they lay there, Brody stroking her hair gently with his hand. The last thing she remembered was Brody pulling her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss while she was softly pulled into sleep.
Chapter 9
“I swear you’re goin’ to be late to your own funeral, Auntie.”
“Child, you know I can’t leave the house without having the perfect outfit,” Veronica called out from upstairs. “What do you think?” she asked, grinning as she swayed down the steps. She was wearing a Michael Kors safari romper in a chic, dark khaki color, and she paired it with golden ribbon strap-up sandals and Chanel aviators.
Taylor smiled. “I think you look fabulous.”
Aurora had called earlier that morning to check on Taylor, always endearingly sweet, and she had mentioned there was a fresh selection of the in-season produce at the local farmer’s market. Veronica came up with a plan for a girls’ day out for just the two of them while they made their way to the market to shop for dinner.
Over the last three days, Taylor had ignored all of Jay’s attempts at apologizing, refusing to take his calls or come to the door when he came by looking for her. He was relentless with his attempts, but Taylor felt his cruel words were unforgivable.
Although Taylor’s heart still ached, it was a beautiful day and she would be crazy not to take advantage. Besides, Aunt Veronica always made their girls’ days exciting with her tales of multiple male suitors and old days at the Pink Floyd laser shows she would attend in Dallas.
Their first stop was going to be coffee and a fried egg with avocado sandwich on the patio at Breakfast at Stephanie’s. Taylor’s stomach growled in anger from being teased with a small glass of orange juice earlier that morning.
Taylor wore her favorite Diane Furstenberg piece. It was a dark aqua and lime printed ankle-length maxi dress with a plunging halter top that she had to wear without a bra. And since it draped so close to her curves, she couldn’t wear panties, either, without her panty line showing. She wore her hair straight and natural, and her makeup consisted of a simple palette of blush, mascara, and lip stain.
“And you are just ravishing, sister,” replied Aunt Veronica, cupping a cool hand against Taylor’s cheek. Before Taylor could get out a thank you, there was a knock at the door. She and Veronica took a moment to exchange puzzled looks before Taylor turned to open it.
There on the front steps was a large Chanel shopping bag with a note attached. Taylor read it aloud as shock took over.
My Princess, I heard you and Ms. Veronica were having a day out, so I thought you could use a new day bag to carry your new stuff in. I hope you like it. I lost my head the other night, and although you may never forgive me, you still deserve the best I have to offer.
Love, Jay
This was all so confusing. Looking up at Aunt Veronica, Taylor said, “He’s insane.”
“Well, honey, don’t you at least want to look at what’s inside?”
“I don’t care what’s inside, Aunt Veronica. I told you what he said, and there’s no way I could ever forgive him for that. I have Brody, and that’s more than enough for me.”
“Oh, Taylor, please!” Aunt Veronica slumped down on one of the bottom steps of the staircase as she shook her head as if she were growing impatient. “We both know there’s a gaping hole in your heart that can only be filled by both Brody and Jay together. I’ve been living in this town long enough to know a woman bitten by the ménage bug when I see one. And once they’re bit, honey, a single man will just no longer do.”
Taylor had never been a good liar, and she couldn’t bring herself to deny what Aunt Veronica was saying. “Well, if that’s true, then we’ll just find another man, a better man.”
“Oh, Taylor,” Aunt Veronica huffed as she crossed her arms. “You’ll be able to find another, but we both know he won’t be better, and he won’t resuscitate you the way Jay did.”
Taylor could only look down in response. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to at least see what he bought her. As she lifted her gift out of the crisp tissue paper, her jaw dropped open. Aunt Veronica gasped loudly in amazement.
Taylor was holding in her very own hands the vintage-inspired Chanel diamond purse she had daydreamed of so many times before.
“Dear Lord, Taylor, that’s almost a three-hundred thousand dollar purse!”
“I know,” Taylor said after releasing a heavy sigh. Any woman not living under a rock knew all about the purse. It was the unicorn of fashion. Everyone had heard of it, but no one she knew ever had the pleasure of actually seeing it. There were only ten in the world, one of which belonged to Princess Camilla of Wales, and now one belonged to Taylor. It was a light-cream alligator skin with platinum buckle detailing and five carats worth of perfect diamonds in the shape of the designer’s logo on the front flap. The purse was an absolutely breathtaking work of art.
“Well, don’t just stand there, sister, put it on. You deserve it.” Before Taylor could move, Aunt Veronica was pulling her old Coach purse off her arm. “Go on. Let me get a look at you with it.”
Taylor’s brain was still diamond-entranced, and she lethargically put the treasure on her shoulder and turned to the giant mirror by the couch. “Oh, Veronica, I can’t accept this.”
“Have you lost your mind?” Veronica cried as she came from behind her, her eyes bugging out in the reflection. “Jay knows he made a big mistake, and he bought you that to show you how sorry he truly is. No man is going to buy a purse for a woman that’s worth more than most people’s houses unless he is dead-serious about her.”
Taylor couldn’t believe Jay went to that extent just to say he was sorry. The more she stared at the reflection, the more the girl in her became attached to her royal gift. “Well, he did say some pretty nasty things, and this definitely qualifies as redemption.”
* * * *
After their delectable brunch at Stephanie’s, Taylor and Veronica walked across SoMale to the local bookshop. There was nothing like shelves of new hardbacks to lift Taylor’s spirits. As usual, the women split up once they stepped into the shop. Veronica went to her home of erotic romance n
ovellas, and Taylor headed to the classics.
Being a creature of habit when it came to her romance, Taylor scanned the endless rows of spines for Brontë. If she couldn’t get lost in love in her own life, she always had Jane to live vicariously through. Right as she got to the B’s, she saw something sitting neatly at the end of the shelf, right next to a beautiful, gold-spine edition of Jane Eyre. It was a large red envelope peeking from the books. Taking it in her hand, Taylor saw her name clearly written on the front of it. She tore it open and read the note, immediately recognizing Jay’s unique handwriting from the earlier note.
To My Princess,
Anything you want in the store is yours. The employees have already been informed.
Love,
Jay
He remembered.
Taylor looked up from the letter to find the entire front desk of employees staring and smiling at her in reassurance, one young man even giving her a thumbs-up in excitement. She couldn’t bite back the smile on her lips as she began to gather all the titles of her dreams.
* * * *
Taylor and Veronica left the store with a total of twelve full bags of books, magazines, CDs, box sets, and Blu-Ray discs. Taylor was still impressed with the fact Jay remembered the name of her favorite author and knew exactly where she would be looking in the store when he put the note in the bookshelf. She hadn’t completely forgiven him yet, but she was starting to warm up to the idea.
As Taylor and Veronica walked into their favorite sushi bar for lunch, they were greeted by the staff like they were expecting them, giving them VIP treatment and everything on the house. Before they left, the waiter had brought over a fortune cookie for Veronica, but he handed Taylor a large jewelry box, giggled, and then walked off.
When Taylor opened it, she found a large fortune cookie made of white and pink diamonds and rose gold. She realized it was another purse when she saw the gold link chain strap and that it opened with a large diamond clasp. Inside was a long strip of satin with words on it.
“What does it say?” asked Veronica when Taylor burst out in laughter at the fortune she was given. Veronica eagerly grabbed the satin strip from Taylor’s hand and read the fortune aloud. “‘It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you love with your useless pride.’ I don’t understand what’s so funny.”
“Oh come on, Veronica. Like I really believe Jay Stephens loves me.”
When Aunt Veronica only lifted a brow with her obvious answer, Taylor cleared her throat and looked away in response to the awkward silence. There was an elephant in the room that Taylor just wasn’t ready to acknowledge. Without further words, Taylor rose from her seat, gave a nod of thanks to the staff, and followed Aunt Veronica out the door.
They stopped by the farmer’s market on the way home and picked up some produce for grilled peaches with blackberry-basil butter, which they planned to make later for dessert.
When they began the walk back to Aunt Veronica’s house, twilight was just beginning to descend upon them. As they approached the porch steps, they found Jay sitting on the porch swing, looking as dashing and gorgeous, if not more so, as the day Taylor had met him, and he was holding a shoe box in his lap. He had on his gold aviator sunglasses, dark jeans, and another thin white button-down that was opened with a light under-tank peaking through. His leather watch matched his shoes. Taylor felt her nipples tighten at the mere sight of him. He looked like a white knight waiting for her return.
Aunt Veronica broke the heavy silence that hovered in the air. “I’ll be inside if you need me, baby girl.” She then disappeared into the house, closing the front door behind her.
“Hi,” he said as he lifted his sunglasses from his face. The intense jade color had Taylor looking away bashfully. He still gave her that feeling, like she was an unworthy peasant girl being ogled by the unattainable Prince Charming. “I brought you something.” He indicated the simple, light brown box he was holding.
“Let me guess, more diamonds?”
“Um, well.” He paused as he searched for his words. “I mean, I wasn’t exactly sure of what you would like, but every girl likes diamonds, right?”
Taylor couldn’t argue with that, so she just raised her chin and looked down at the box, trying her best to hide her anticipation for her next gift. When she looked up at Jay, she realized he had been staring at her with dreamy eyes, lost in his own trance as he raked her face and body with his eyes.
“Oh yeah,” he said when he realized he was staring, then he dropped to one knee as he placed the box on the ground.
When he looked up at her, he was holding out a Stuart Weitzman Cinderella slipper! She gasped at the surreal vision before her. The shoes were accessorized with hundreds of diamonds, and she knew from being in the pageant scene that they were worth well over two million dollars.
She grabbed it from his hand for a closer inspection. As she admired the beauty of the endless carats sparkling before her, she felt Jay feeling around her ankle.
“What are you doing?”
“I got you an anklet. You have the perfect feet for it.” He was clasping a string of dark pearls and aqua gems around her ankle. It looked like it cost a fortune, and Taylor guessed it was from Stephanie’s or somewhere close by. The aqua matched the dress she was wearing and was obviously intentional.
“Jay, what is all this? You’ve lost your mind.”
“I accidently ruined your new Lubby Lu shoes, so it was only fair I replaced them.”
“Louboutin,” Taylor corrected with a giggle.
He smiled, seeming to be relieved that she laughed. “Yeah, that one.” He rose to his feet and took her face in his hands, looking directly in her eyes. “Taylor, I can’t live without your forgiveness. I can’t live knowing you have no idea how I feel about you. I know you love Brody. He told me you’ve been seeing each other, and I want you to be happy, but I will never stop making the other night up to you. Never.”
Jay walked back over to the porch swing and lifted something off the seat. He turned back to her and gave her a small bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers that had been wrapped in a paper towel. They were beautiful, and they looked oddly similar to the ones from Mrs. Abrams’ beloved garden.
She tried to hold back the smile as she thought of her high-society Jay sneaking into old ladies’ gardens to pick flowers for her. As much as she was smitten with the luxurious gifts of the day, the flowers had to have been the most amazing gift she had ever received.
* * * *
Jay waited for Taylor’s reply as he watched her study her diamond sandal. Please, God.
“But you already know, don’t you, Jay?” Taylor’s eyes were misty when she looked up at him. “You knew that night in the car that I love you.”
Jay scooped Taylor up in his arms and spun her on the porch, placing her back down on her feet to give her a hungry, needing kiss, the kiss he’d prayed to have again since that horrible night. She moaned softly as she returned his kiss just as passionately. The vibration of her intoxicating mouth sent hot currents of arousal straight to his growing cock. That’s all it took for the sweet kiss to turn red hot.
Jay broke away from her mouth to look into her eyes. They were already gazing at him with lust, and Jay knew Taylor needed the same thing he needed.
* * * *
Taylor didn’t protest when Jay grabbed her hand and led her to the back of Aunt Veronica’s house. Once they rounded the corner, Taylor shrieked in surprise as Jay suddenly shoved her frame against the wall, his body pressed firmly against hers.
Before she had a chance to question his dominating behavior, Jay immediately dove in to give her a wildly passionate kiss, his swirling, talented tongue distracting her from talking. She felt both his hands grasp the thin straps of her maxi dress then he yanked the material down to rest on her hips, leaving her breasts hanging naked in the moist Texas air.
A low, lustful growl came from Jay, his eyes transfixed on her swollen ti
ts. The way his eyes danced in passion from just looking at her made Taylor feel beautiful, sexy, and womanly. She leaned forward to touch him, but Jay placed a large palm on her breast bone and shoved her against the back of the house. “Put your arms around my neck,” he commanded as he looked deep in her eyes.
Taylor let out a soft laugh. “But the neighbors—”
“They can watch.”
Taylor felt her eyes widen at his indifference to their surroundings.
“Arms, Taylor. Now.” Taylor silently obeyed, the domination in his tone making her exposed clit throb against the material of her dress.
Jay reached down and quickly undid his belt and jeans before pushing them down his thighs. Then he used his impressive strength to lift her ass with his free hand, and her legs were wrapped around his waist, her wet pussy perfectly lined with his jutting, steel-hard cock.