All of ME

by Sabrina Archer

  He stops suddenly and flips me over onto my stomach, grabbing my thighs and roughly yanking my naked lower half over the edge of bed towards where he's now standing between my legs. The sheets have already come loose from the mattress, but I claw at fistfuls of the fabric anyways. I'm going to need something to hang on to if this is any indication of what's to come. He runs his hands over the curve of my ass, smacking it firmly before sinking his thick cock into me again.

  The heat and fullness, as he slides inside, makes me gasp and I dig my fingernails into the sheet. He's lucky that he's not beneath me right now or I'd be covering him with scratches; it has never felt this good. He pulls out almost completely then slowly pushes back into me. He continues this rather slow rhythm until I simply can't take anymore. “Faster," I moan into the pillow as he kisses the back of my neck. I wince in pleasure and try to focus on taking in as much air as possible, since every hard slap of his body against mine actually wrenches the breath from my lungs.

  The intensity is frightening and incredible at the same time. "Oh God," I whimper as the movement of his body forces mine to inch up the mattress. It feels so fucking good, and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep from crying out.

  "Give me your wrists,” he whispers, pulling my hands from their grip on the sheet and pinning them down at my sides. I feel his full weight come to rest against the length of my back. He covers my body with his, and leans in to nip at my neck. His breath puffing across my damp, sweaty skin sends a shiver right through me, right down to where my clit throbs, aching for attention. He moans into the sensitive skin of my neck. His thrusts no longer shake the whole bed but instead begin to pulse deep inside of me, causing my legs to tremor uncontrollably beneath his.

  He's so heavy that I can't move at all, except to wiggle my fingers and curl my toes, which heightens just how hot the sex is. A loud whimper escapes my lips. "Yes," Brandon moans, angling himself differently so he can finish me off. I'm losing control and it's what he wants.

  "Oh God, you're going to make me scream!"

  "Good,” he pants into my ear, his breath falling hot against my neck, "You'd better." I lift my chin to the side a little to allow him access to my lips. He covers my mouth with a burning kiss just as he knees one of my legs up onto the bed so that the inside of my thigh is now pressed flat to the edge of the mattress. It creates a teasing bit of friction between my throbbing clit and the damp spot on the sheets beneath us, which hurls my body straight towards the brink of pleasure. "OH!" I groan loudly into his mouth, shuddering beneath him just as everything else is reduced to white noise.

  "I want to feel you come on my cock,” he whispers breathlessly. I gasp, but my climax cuts me off. I stretch out my fingers, gripping what I can as an intense orgasm floods my body and leaves me reeling. I actually go numb with pleasure.

  Brandon then gently flips me back over onto my back. He stands over me just staring. "What are you doing?" I ask.

  "I was just looking at you,” he says. I raise my eyebrows at him, and he lowers himself between my legs again, plunging hard into me once more and I groan loudly at the force. The heat building within me spreads throughout my body, like a wave of ecstasy and unlike anything I've ever felt, takes over. I claw at his back, pulling him deeper into me as the sensation intensifies. He jerks as my orgasm pushes him over the edge. A guttural groan passes his lips as he crashes down on me.

  I look up into his eyes, breathing heavily, and I notice the sweat glistening on his broad chest. I laugh as embarrassment and modesty suddenly take over. He looks at me with confusion and humor in his eyes. "What? Is there something wrong?” he asks.

  "No," I say with a nervous giggle. "I just, I-I don't even know what to say," I stutter, feeling like my body has turned into mush.

  He rolls off of me and lies beside me, kissing my cheek. "You’re amazing,” he says with a smile.

  Chapter Eleven: Finding Us

  "The greatest thing in life is finding someone who knows all your mistakes and differences and still finds you absolutely amazing."-Nishan Panwar

  Brandon

  Last night was amazing, I think to myself as I lie here in the early morning light, watching her sleep. I get up and head out to get some breakfast before heading to work, hoping she’ll still be there when in get home. I get to work scarfing down my biscuit, unable to quit smiling.

  "Well son," Dr. Iverson says, "I assume things are going well for you and Jasmine?"

  "Yes, they sure are," I reply with a smile.

  "All I ask is for you to be careful. From what I understand, her ex is quiet the…asshole,” he warns, walking away.

  I make a mental note to ask her more about him when I get home. I remember what a douche he was in high school and it seems to have only escalated. The day crawls by with me watching the clock. My phone whistles and I immediately feel a stirring in my groin. I open the message and smile.

  You’re amazing!

  I put my phone back into my pocket and get back to my patients.

  Mrs. Carlson smiles at me when I walk in. "I'd know that look anywhere,” she says, her smile reaching her eyes.

  "And just what look might that be?" I ask.

  "Why my dear boy, you’re in love,” she replies.

  "Mrs. Carlson, that's not possible," I say, shaking my head.

  "Say what you will, young man, but this old gal has been around a long time and I know what I see in your eyes." I smile and take her pulse. "Believe me Doc; I'm onto you and that lovely young lady."

  I laugh as I leave the room and wonder if that is, in fact, what I'm feeling. Glancing at my watch I realize it is almost five and my heart skips a beat. My phone goes off, and it's once again Jasmine. Realizing its time to go, I gather my things and dash to my car. Everything, every moment from the previous night, keeps playing in my mind and I wonder if there is anything to what Mrs. Carlson said. I shake my head wondering how that could even be possible. Love, in the few weeks I have reconnected with Jasmine?

  I get home and she is all dressed up and waiting for me. "You look nice,” I say kissing her cheek.

  "I figured I'd look my best to visit your parents,” she replies with a tremble.

  "There's nothing to worry about, believe me; they will love you. They always did.”

  ~~~~

  My mother is sitting on the swing, as we pull up to the old Victorian style house, a far cry from the small wooden framed one I grew up in. "Brandon,” she says coming down to meet us. She hugs me and smiles at Jasmine. "So nice to see you again, sweetheart” she says greeting Jasmine. She ushers us in and calls for my father. "Hank, they're here,” she says in a sing song manner. Jasmine giggles and I hold her hand, leading her into the living room. "Dinner is almost ready," Mom says as she takes a sip of her wine. "I hope you like Italian."

  Mom takes off to the kitchen with Jasmine in tow leaving me with my dad. "She's as lovely as she always was,” he says when they are out of earshot.

  "Yes, yes she is," I agree. "Dad...I want to ask you something, and it may sound crazy, but I need advice."

  "Go ahead son; you know I'll always be truthful with you."

  “Have you ever fallen so hard for someone, that even the risks associated take a backseat to the possibility of having the kind of love only possible in a perfect world? Or have you ever had the sudden need to protect a heart so fragile, that it’s so overwhelming and soul consuming that it drives you to the verge of insanity?"

  "Well son,” he says after a few moments, "That is deep, and it sounds to me like you have fallen in love with that young lady all over again."

  I sit here pondering what he has said to me. I knew there was something, but after what happened with Carlie, I was sure it would be a lot longer before I found anyone to love.

  "Brandon, you have to do what makes you happy. Even if this doesn't turn out to be a forever kind of love, you just need to go with it until you're proven otherwise. If I hadn't done this myself, I wouldn't have your mother,” he says.
I sit there in silence listening to the laughs and chaos coming from the kitchen. "You think we should go check on the ladies?” dad asks with a laugh. I nod and follow him into the kitchen.

  "Ladies, ladies, what did we miss?” dad asks kissing my mom's forehead.

  "Well, Jasmine here, has been telling me what a wonderful son we’ve raised,” she says with a smile. "Ya’ll get the table set and well get to munching," mom says.

  After an interesting dinner, Jasmine and I help clean up and go sit out on the porch swing.

  "Brandon, there's something I need to tell you.”

  "I'm all ears," I say with a wink. She draws in a deep breath, and suddenly I’m not sure I want to hear this.

  "I have a confession. The truth is I’ve been lying to myself. I’ve been in complete denial regarding how I feel about you. I like you so much more than I feel like I should and, I fucking hate it. It's taken away any advantage I have over myself and my feelings. Losing this control over my heart is something I never anticipated in the short time I've reconnected with you. You have awakened something within me that I haven't experienced since Caleb had come into my life; love, a deep seeded love that truly scares the hell out of me and makes me want to cut any ties between us. It completely contradicts itself when I’m with you. All I want to do in this moment is wrap myself around you and bind myself to you forever.”

  I sit there stunned, not knowing what to say, so I just pull her close to me and close my eyes, listening to her breathe. "Jasmine, look at me," I say after a few minutes. She looks up at me with fear in her eyes. "You have nothing to be afraid of from me. I feel the same way. I have since we were in eighth grade.”

  She smiles and kisses me deeply. When we pull away I see my mom and dad looking out the window, giving me a thumbs-up. I laugh and she looks at me funny.

  "What?” she asks as I point to the window. She sees them and covers her face with her hands.

  "No need to be embarrassed," I say, “after all, we did get a thumbs-up." She shakes her head and smiles, kissing me again. "Oh yeah, they also gave me the key to the storage building and you’re welcome to anything in there you can use." Her eyes light up and the grateful look on her face is enough to convince me that what I'm feeling is real.

  Jasmine

  Waking up early, I get dressed and head over to my new apartment before I have to go to work. It's been over a week since I've seen any sign of Jeff, but that doesn't mean I'm dropping my guard. I open the trunk and place my gun in the waistband of my pants and have my phone on 911 ready to go, just in case. Over the past few days I really have become a pretty good shot. Slamming the trunk shut, I walk around to the backseat and pull out my suitcase while waiting for Brandon to get here with the U-Haul.

  Slowly opening the door to my old apartment, I do a quick walk through and everything is all clear. I draw in a huge sigh of relief when I hear Brandon pulling up. We basically cleaned out his parent's storage building to fill my tiny new apartment.

  When we get to my new apartment, we move everything in and set up all the big stuff, leaving the smaller things for later. Once we empty the U-Haul, I glance at my watch and notice I have just enough time for a shower. I hop in while Brandon finishes putting my bed together then rush out the door for work, stopping only to kiss him goodbye. "I'll see you in a little bit,” he says as I close the door behind me.

  The day flies by and before I know it, it's time to go home. I swing by the ER to see Brandon and get his key. After leaving, I go by and grab some food and head to get Maddy and we go to his place.

  I'm sitting on the couch watching cartoons with Maddy when a thud on the door startles me. I go to check and there's nothing there. Pulling out my phone to call Brandon, I hear his truck outside. Drawing in a huge sigh of relief, I open the door to meet him, but it's not Brandon, its Jeff.

  "Well hello Jasmine,” he says with a cruel smile. "I came here to see that asshole who stole you from me but this is so much better,” he says, backing me into a corner.

  "Madison, go to Brandon’s room and lock the door! Jeff, you need to leave. You’re not welcome here, and just so you know, I didn't leave you because of anyone. You’re the one who is at fault. I loved you, I did. I would still be in love with you if you hadn't decided it was a good idea to screw around with my cousin! Oh, and don't even get me started about this," I say pointing to the scar running down my face.

  "Oh, so the little girl is a bad ass now?” he asks, his voice dripping with anger.

  I stand up a little taller and talk to him to distract him so I can get to the 9mm still occupying my waistband. "You know Jeff, you're weak. Preying on young girls so you can overpower them, break them. Well, I'm not fucking broken and I'm not about to let you intimidate me again," I growl.

  Without warning, he swings at me. His hand makes contact with my face and I'm pushed against the wall. "I like this feisty bitch side of you, Jasmine. I bet you're a beast in the sack now with this kind of fire in you,” he says grabbing my breasts.

  "Fuck you Jeff!" I say as adrenaline rushes through me. I push him back and pull out the gun, aiming at his heart.

  "Oh, big bad, Jasmine has gun. So, fucking shoot me!” he screams, putting the barrel between his eyes. I stand there trembling with anger, not fear. "I knew you didn't have it in you to shoot me,” he says, coming in closer.

  Quickly, I shove him, and aiming down, I squeeze the trigger and shoot him in the knee. "Fucking bitch, you…fucking…bitch! You fucking shot me,” he pants, and I can tell he's in pain. Good, I think to myself.

  I reach in my back pocket for my phone and call 911, never taking my eyes of him as he writhes in pain on the floor. The police get there only moments before Brandon.

  "Oh my God, Jasmine! What the hell happened?” he asks looking me over.

  “My face is red and swollen where he hit me, but I shot him in the knee," I say, trembling, “I'm shaken up and a little dizzy, but I'm okay. Maddy locked herself in your bedroom."

  "You should have shot his sorry ass in the balls."

  "What?"

  "The balls. You should have shot him there."

  "Brandon.." he stops me with a kiss.

  "I'm so sorry I wasn't here! I'm so sorry,” he repeats hugging me to him. "Everything is going to be okay now." I nod and kiss him.

  About that time, an officer clears his throat and I giggle. "Miss Grayson, we need to take your statement,” he says, clearly uncomfortable at breaking up our moment.

  "Yes sir. I'll be right back; will you go comfort Maddy?" I say squeezing Brandon's hand.

  After the police are done with me, I go back to where Brandon is with Maddy clinging to him tightly. "Well, it looks like Jeff will be going away for a while and no amount of money can get him out," I say with a smile.

  "What happened?" Brandon asks, walking us towards his car.

  "Let's just say everything finally caught up with him," I reply sliding Maddy into the backseat. I walk around to the passenger side and get in. He laughs, gets in the driver's side and cranks up the car.

  "So I guess we’re going to your place,” he says with a snicker.

  I nod, "First I need to go pick up Maddy’s belongings from Aunt Suzanne."

  The car ride is strangely awkward as everything plays over and over in my mind. "That could have been tragic," I whisper breaking the silence. Brandon just looks over at me, the look on his face strained. "But it wasn't. You did what you had to do to protect yourself and Madison. You're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for."

  "I know what you're saying but in my head, I keep replaying what happened." He nods and sighs deeply, reaching over to take my hand. "Maddy? You okay back there? I don't think I've ever known you to be so quiet." Maddy smiles a half smile at Brandon and just nods her head.

  "Mommy, why is my daddy such a bad man?"

  "Sweetheart, he's not a bad man. He’s just made seriously bad decisions."

  "But I think he's bad. He tried to hurt us again. Last
time he did hurt you. I don't want him to be my daddy."

  "Madison, he will always be your father. There isn't anything we can do to change that."

  "Yes there is, you can marry Brandon and he can be my daddy. Brandon? Will you be my daddy?"

  "Maddy, I would love to be your daddy, but you have to talk to mommy about that. In the meantime you can call me daddy, if you'd like."

  "See mommy, I told you."

  I can't help but smile.

  Aunt Suzanne rushes at us as we pull up.

  "Oh my God...oh my God…y'all are okay!"

  She pulls me into her embrace and her tear soaked cheek nuzzles against mine.

  "Maddy," she says pulling her into her as well

  "We're okay, Aunt Suzanne. We're okay."

  "I know. I heard it come across your uncles police scanner and I was terrified. To top it off no one could tell me anything."

  The Trial...

  “Are you ready for this?" Brandon asks as we walk into the room, his face full of concern and worry.

  “I'll be fine. If it means getting rid of him for good, it'll be worth it."

  "But his attorney is going to be ruthless…"

  "I know. But so am I." He smiles slightly, pulling me into his arms.

  After a few moments I sigh, pulling away from him to go check over my reflection. Walking out into the other room, I walk over into the kitchen, preparing myself a cup of coffee to calm my nerves. I hadn't realized how badly I’m shaking until Aunt Suzanne comes over and places her hand over mine.

  "I hate that you have to do this dear."