by S Cinders
Mandy’s eyes widened, “Thank you, Nate. I don’t know what to say, but I am very grateful.”
Elliot didn’t like the look of appreciation in Mandy’s eyes as she looked at his friend. And then it struck him. He was jealous. Stupidity and idiotically jealous, which didn’t make sense because Elliot knew that Nate was developing feelings for Kim, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Much like himself—Elliot wasn’t ready to admit that either.
Nate left shortly after and Mandy rubbed her arms absently before making a move to rise. Elliot stopped her and walked around his desk to take the chair adjacent to Mandy’s that Nate had just vacated.
“What else did you parents want?” his tone was gentle, but there was a commanding note that Mandy didn’t miss.
“N-Nothing,” she stammered, guilty as hell.
Elliot sighed, “I need you to be honest with me, Mandy. Are they asking for money from you?”
Mandy swallowed twice, “Um, no, well, a little, you see, I am just paying them back for the time I stayed with them.”
Elliot wanted to wring their necks.
“How much?” he ground out.
Mandy’s cheeks colored, “Not too much, nothing I can’t handle.”
“How much? I don’t want to ask again, Mandy.”
Her expression changed, and she bolted to her feet.
“I am grateful for this job, Mr. Brand, and for everything you have done for me. But you can’t control my personal life.”
“The hell I can’t,” he too shot up to his feet.
Mandy’s eyes flashed, “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
His lips came crashing down to hers.
CHAPTER 22
Mandy thought about fighting him for about two point four seconds. And then as his bruising kiss forced her lips open all thoughts and reason flew out the window. She didn’t stop to consider that this was how she ended up single and pregnant in the first place.
Mandy didn’t want to think about the repercussions, especially when she had already said this wouldn’t happen again. It was only that there was something about Elliot Brand kiss that caused her brain to shut down and her synapses to go on a rampage.
She kissed him every bit as hard as he kissed her.
Mandy was tired of being told what to do. Her parents and older sister than done that her entire life. Even her best friend Shay, whom she was supposed to be meeting up with later, always thought Mandy incapable of making a decision.
Well, she could choose what was best for her and her baby. And right now, what she needed was more of Elliot’s drugging kisses. She clutched at his chest not caring that she was wrinkling his crisp white shirt.
Elliot also hadn’t any compunction to her attire as his hands ran over every dip and curve of her back and ass.
He knew this is was insanity. But the friend in his pants had taken over, having been ignored for far too long.
His tongue mated with hers, dragging alongside it as he tasted every inch of her mouth. Mandy not only felt butterflies, but she was sure there was a stampede going on inside of her.
She leaned up on the tips of her toes, needing to be nearer to him.
Elliot growled and picked her up gently on the backs of her thighs to set her on his desk.
Mandy’s skirt had ridden up, and she didn’t hesitate to open her legs so that he could slip between them. His hard length behind his suit pants pressed against her wet panties.
He broke away from her mouth only to place hot, open-mouthed kisses along her cheeks and jawbone. From there he paid particular attention to her neck, loving the way that she shivered and shook when he reached a sensitive area.
His hand slipped between her thighs, and he drew lazy circles there, close but not touching where she needed him most.
Mandy wasn’t having that. She reached down and grabbed his hand. His breath caught as Mandy shoved it into her panties.
Elliot didn’t pull away or even hesitate to curl his digits and let the juices of her arousal coat his fingers.
Mandy panted as he parted her folds and every so slowly got to know the most intimate part of her by touch. The time in the elevator had been rushed and hurried. Not to mention, the first time they had gotten together was a blur of alcohol, masks, and frenzied fucking.
Even though Mandy felt feverish now, she could appreciate that he was taking his time to really find out what made her sing. He traced lazy patterns on her clit and then sank a finger into her core.
Mandy threw her head back, the moan ripping through her throat was almost primal. Through hooded eyes, she watched Elliot who hadn’t taken his eyes off of her. His gaze went from her lips which she knew were puffy and swollen by his kisses. To the spot where his hand lay beneath her silky underwear.
He pulled his hand away, and Mandy cried out in dismay only to see that he took hold of her panties and removed them. Elliot cleared his desk with one swipe of his muscular arm, and then he helped Mandy lay back against the cold wood.
He sunk to his knees, grabbing her ass, and squeezing it almost painfully before blowing softly across her dampened folds.
Mandy had no recollection of the way she mewled and panted. She only knew that he needed to do something immediately about the ache in her pussy.
Elliot’s dark hair between her milky thighs was one of the most erotic sights she had ever seen. Mandy knew that they were not only crossing boundaries they were eradicating them.
It was one thing to make love in a pitch-black elevator. One could almost think it was a dream. But here in Elliot’s office during the light of day, there could be no excuses.
Elliot pulled her gently closer to him and then buried his head. Licking her firmly, he growled at the sticky sweet juices coating his tongue.
“You are so wet, baby! Holy fuck!”
Every word he spoke seemed to radiate through her. She felt beautiful in his arms. And nothing like the pregnant cow that she usually resembled.
Her fingers sunk into his hair pulling him closer to her pussy. There would be time to talk later. She couldn’t reason with words or sentences. Mandy needed him in the most primal way possible.
Elliot licked and stroked her core, lapping at her as he gently licked and sucked at her most tender place.
Mandy began to writhe beneath him, He slipped a finger back inside of her tight passage and sucked her clit inside of his hot mouth.
“Elliot,” Mandy began to chant his name.
“Elliot!”
“Elliot!”
He felt like a fucking hero. This was one place where he could happily spend the rest of his days. Elliot added another finger and then a third, filling her to the brim.
Mandy’s hands had moved to cup her breasts. Elliot noticed that the front of her shirt had started to become damp with what could only be mother’s milk. Instead of disgusting him, it only made his cock surge.
This was his woman. He was the one to drive her to the edge of reason. He loved that her rounded figure held a child safely in her womb. The proof of that only urged him to mark her, to make sure that everyone knew that she belonged to him.
He felt a pang in his chest that the baby wasn’t his. But Elliot pushed that thought aside. It didn’t matter who had fathered the child. He would be the one that took care of Mandy and the little one. He would be the one that fixed bottles and helped in the night.
Not like some faceless bastard that got Mandy pregnant and left her on her own.
He sucked harder on that tender nub and watched as Mandy shattered in his arms. Her legs shook, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her walls were pulling his fingers in deeper as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through Mandy’s body.
Elliot unzipped her slacks and didn’t even take the time to push them down before he had taken out his cock. Rubbing her damp folds with his dick, Elliot knew that nothing and no one had ever made him feel the way that Mandy did.
“Please,” her whispered plea was all i
t took to have him thrusting inside.
She gasped at the fullness of his massive length, and he growled at the impossibly tight sheath.
Mandy lifted her hips, and he slipped even further inside causing them both to grunt. He wished that he could say he took things slow from there.
But with Mandy spayed out wantonly before him and the smell of their arousals coating the air, Elliot lost all control. He speared his cock inside of her again and again. He kept a tight hold on her so that she couldn’t slip away from him on the slick surface.
Mandy opened her thighs as wide as she could and tightened her inner muscles, loving the way that he seemed to come unglued.
His thrusts no longer held a pattern. They were wild and frantic. He reached between her thighs and began to rub circles on her clit, loving the way that he could feel his own dick slipping into her again and again.
Mandy’s cried increased, and she bit her arm to keep from screaming outright. It was then that her orgasm swept through her, dragging Elliot’s out of him as he whispered her name like a prayer.
CHAPTER 23
“Oh, my holy hell, Mandy! You are fucking huge!”
Mandy found herself enveloped in a tight hug by her best friend, Shay.
“That’s what happens when you are gone forever and a day, Shay! I really am sorry about your Grandma. Tell me all about Tennessee,” Mandy settled into the chair at the restaurant.
Shay tucked a strand of her short red bob behind her ear, “Girl, you know I love my family. But they are jack shit crazy. Maybe it was because I spent so much time at my mom’s after the accident. Shit, I don’t know. But they were on my nerves faster than flies on poop.”
Mandy giggled, “I’ve missed you. Nobody else I know brings up feces at dinner.”
Shay’s green eyes twinkled, “Us country girls aren’t too worried about being fancy. You get what you get, you know it?”
Mandy’s smile was genuine, “I wouldn’t have you any other way. So, your family drove you nuts, and you survived the funeral. What else? Is there someone tall dark and handsome back home that caused you to take such a long time to return?”
Shay made a face, “If you mean, short, wet, and stupid you could be talking about my brother’s dog. But sadly, there were no bumping uglies back home. I am dying for a good night out. I would say, let’s get out of here and hit the club. But I don’t think that it would be good for the peanut. I am telling you, Mandy, I wore out Magic Steve!”
Mandy’s face blushed, “Isn’t that the one you got last Christmas?”
Shay didn’t even miss a beat, “Hell yeah, it was almost twelve inches of thick blue dick that was rechargeable. Magic Steve will certainly be missed, but alas, he will also be replaced.”
The waiter came over just about the time Shay blurted out ‘blue dick.’ He muttered some apology and took off before Mandy could get Shay quiet. It was always this way. Shay was bold, bright, and brassy. Mandy really loved her friend, despite the embarrassing moments, or perhaps because of them.
“I don’t think he is coming back,” Mandy’s lips twitched.
“You think his Peter was intimidated by Magic Steve?” Shay tilted her head and looked for the errant waiter.
“No,” Mandy shook her head, “I think he is worried about what you might have done to some poor guys dick to make it turn blue.”
Shay blinked at Mandy before bursting into laughter.
“That gives me all kinds of good ideas for what to do to the next douchebag that comes my way.”
The waiter peered around the corner and when he met Mandy’s eye resigned himself to come and take their order.
Shay stared at the man’s crotch and had to be asked three times what she wanted for dinner. When she asked why there wasn’t a thick sausage on the menu, Mandy choked back a laugh. Eventually, they both ordered grilled chicken, salad, and dessert.
As Mandy licked the chocolate fudge that was dripping off her spoon, she asked, “Where are you going to live now that the apartment is gone?”
Shay looked up from her cheesecake, “I have been staying with Richard, and before you ask why I haven’t had any dick when I live with one, I will have you know that the man is gay.”
Mandy’s stomach hurt from all the laughter they had shared over dinner.
“Richard, from Guys and Dolls?”
Shay shook her head, “He used to work there, but that bar wasn’t so great to their honey’s. So now he is swinging his plastic titties as Lady Rose at the Cock Pitt.”
Mandy had seen the man in action before. He was one of the best trans dancers in the business.
“How did you get hooked up with him?” Mandy asked, taking another bite of the chocolatey goodness.
Shay shrugged, “I knew that you were at your parents. So, I stayed at Emma’s for a night or two, and she is friends with Richard.”
Mandy had never liked Shay’s friend Emma. The woman seemed sneaky and draped herself over every guy in the vicinity. She had always been one of the waitresses that night when Mandy had first met Elliot.
Mandy cleared her throat, “Are you working with Emma again?”
Shay put the last bite of cheesecake into her mouth, licking the tines of the folk until they were clean.
“I could eat cheesecake for every meal! Damn that stuff is amazing!”
Shay could see that her attempt to change the subject hadn’t worked. She didn’t want to talk about the catering company, waitressing, or Emma with Mandy.
“Yeah,” Shay replied shortly. “I needed a job, and Emma has work for me. What about you? What is this I hear about you working in the Brand building downtown? Fuck, Mandy, that is high class!”
Mandy squirmed a bit in her seat, “I started a month or so ago. It’s not a big deal, just a personal assistant position.”
Shay noticed that Mandy had seemed to withdraw a bit when she had asked her about her new job.
“Are they nice to you?” the tone of Shay’s voice was sharp.
Mandy nodded, “They have been very kind.”
Shay breathed a sigh of relief, “Good, I didn’t know if I needed to go kick some jerk-hole asses for you. Speaking of jerk-holes how life back in the family domicile?”
Mandy felt her color mount, “Um, well, I am not living at home. My new job comes with room and board.”
Shay sat back, confused, “What kind of personal assistant position comes with a place to live?”
Mandy tried to sound nonchalant, “You see, sometimes Mr. Brand works crazy hours and, so it is easier if his close staff lives with him.”
Shay stared at her friend in shock.
“You are working for Elliot Brand, the Elliot Brand? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Mandy looked for the waiter who was nowhere to be found.
“Um, yeah, that’s his name. Do you know him?”
Shay dropped her napkin and leaned forward to touch Mandy’s forehead.
“Do I know him? Are you serious? Mandy, he was named one of the top five eligible bachelors. He’s hot as hell, has so much money he uses it when he shits to wipe his ass. Every girl on the planet wants to lick the bastard. Do I know him? Let’s just say. I don’t know many who don’t know who Elliot Brand is. Hell, he was at the party you worked at with me. Do you remember seeing him there? He was one of the guests.”
Mandy knew that all of the color had left her face. This was what she had been dreading. Within moments of hearing Elliot’s name, Shay was already piecing things together way too quickly.
“I didn’t recognize him,” Mandy said truthfully. Because that night when she had gone home with him, she hadn’t known he was Elliot Brand.
All she knew was that an incredibly handsome man wanted her, not her best friend Shay or slutty Emma. He had chosen her.
The waiter finally came with their cheeks, and it was silent for a moment while they paid. Once they stood to put their jackets on, Mandy noted that Shay still hadn’t spoken.
“Hey, are you
okay?” she asked taking Shay’s hand.
Shay looked over at Mandy and nodded, “Yeah, just thinking.”
“What about?” Mandy asked.
Shay shook her head, “It doesn’t matter. I am just happy to see you.”
Mandy heard someone calling her name and turned to see that Richard was waiting for her with the car.
Shay’s eyes doubled, “You have your own car service?”
Mandy was quick to shake her head, “No, no, nothing like that. Richard and I work together for Mr. Brand. He offered to pick me up after he ran some errands.”
Shay looked like she wanted to say something else, but at the last moment, she decided against it.
“Do you need a ride home?” Mandy asked kindly.
Richard was too well mannered to comment on Mandy’s friend. But from his perspective, the girl looked worldly in a way that Mandy never could. There was a hardness behind Shay’s eyes, which Richard didn’t like. Nor was he comfortable with the idea she seemed to be appraising Mandy’s situation.
Finally, Shay answered, “I am meeting Emma at the club. I knew we wouldn’t be long, and so I promised I would head over. It’s only a block away. I will walk.”
Mandy felt a moment of sadness that her friend hadn’t planned to spend more time with her after being apart for months. But Mandy knew that Shay must have missed city life and didn’t blame her for not wanting to sit home with a pregnant woman.
“Okay, well, please have a wonderful time and be safe!”
Mandy hugged Shay close to her as she whispered, “I really am glad you are back.”
Shay returned the squeeze, “Me too, Mandy, me too.”
CHAPTER 24
Kim stared in disbelief as Nate carried in bag after bag into her small apartment.
“I thought you were staying a few nights?” her voice was tentative as if she were not quite sure if she was dreaming or not.
Nate shot her a panty melting grin, “A few nights, a week, maybe more.”
“Um,” Kim shook her head, “That’s not going to work for me.”