I walked over and pulled my phone from my bag, looking at the calls I had missed. They were all from Tiffany and all while she was probably on her way over to my house. I flipped through my phone and pressed call. I needed to talk to Jordan, really work this out if it were at all possible. I completely expected to get the voicemail, but was really surprised when he picked up after the first ring. The first few seconds of the conversation was awkward, so I cut through the bullshit and just started talking.
“Look, man,” I said with a sigh. “I love you. You are my brother. I never meant to hurt you with this whole Tiffany business. I never planned to fall in love with her. I never planned to start a family with her. In the beginning, I was simply checking up on her because I knew what she was going through was probably fucking hard and painful, and we were the only family she knew. I didn’t even see it coming.”
“Jason,” he said cutting in. “I know. Take a deep breath. Look, I’m not saying this is always going to be easy for me, especially at the beginning, but I don’t want to lose you or Tiffany in my life. Both of you are extremely important to me. I am not trying to get Tiffany back. I realized that we were definitely not meant to be. It was extremely obvious when neither one of us fought even in the slightest to save our marriage.”
“Will you come back to work?”
“Yeah,” he said chuckling. “I already called Dad. One day off was enough for me. I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I went through the apartment and started taking pictures down. I only got halfway through before giving in and calling Dad. I told him that we would be okay. To be honest, I didn’t really know if we would be, but now that we’ve talked, I’m looking forward to coming back and working with you. I just ask that when you guys want to go announcing huge life events, maybe you could pull me aside and tell me in private first, that way the shock value is lessened.”
“That’s fair,” I replied. “And I just ask you try to refrain from cussing Tiffany out.”
“I promise,” he chuckled. “Thanks for taking the step and calling brother.”
“Absolutely,” I responded.
“Oh, and Jason?”
“Yeah?”
“You hit like a girl.”
I laughed loudly as we hung up the phone, sitting back on the couch and closing my eyes. I felt better knowing my brother and I didn’t have to be at odds anymore, at least over all this crap. Tiffany was right. It needed to be handled, and the longer we waited, the worse it got. I also was relieved knowing that this would help patch things up between Tiffany and me. I really hoped that she could see just how important she was to me. I felt a lot better thinking about the next course of action between us, and I was pretty sure that now I could feel comfortable knowing I wasn’t going to completely lose her. I needed to stop being so stubborn though because I was only hurting myself.
I thought about texting Tiffany and asking her to come back or showing up at her place, but after the state she was in when she had left, I thought maybe it would be better to leave her alone with her thoughts. If I knew her like I thought I did, as soon as she got home, she probably passed out in her bed, exhausted from the day she had gone through. Her hormones were all crazy from the pregnancy, she was going through some seriously crazy stuff, and she had been all over the city in one day trying to fix everything in her life. I had to hand it to her, she knew how to solve a problem, and it wasn’t by sitting back and letting it take its own course. I was pretty sure if she hadn’t done that, it would have been a nightmare to work with Jordan when he came back, and I knew my father was not going to put up with any more bullshit like the other night. It was important to him that we work things out, but he was going to let us do that. Tiffany was the light that had brought us together.
I may not be calling her tonight, but I was anxious to see her face in the morning, hoping that she had calmed down.
Chapter 32
Tiffany
Sitting at my desk tapping my foot and waiting to understand what was going on was not going to cut it for the rest of the day. I could see Jason sitting at his desk across the hall, but we hadn’t even greeted each other yet. I watched him pass by Jordan when I first came in, tapping him on the shoulder and smiling. It looked like they had finally worked things out, which made me feel a lot better. Still, we hadn’t hashed anything out yet, and it left an empty feeling in my chest. What if he had decided that family was more important? What if I was sitting here like an idiot thinking we would work everything out between us, and he was sitting there completely done with us? I was overthinking things as usual, and my hormones were playing some serious games with my emotions. I took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but every time I looked across the hall at Jason, my nerves hit me all over again. I knew the best thing for me to do would be to focus on getting these files out, and then I could decide what my next course of action was. Maybe by then, he would look more interested in having a conversation with me.
I opened the files and began to work, forcing myself to not look up, even when it felt like he was looking over at me. I stared relentlessly at the messenger and then down at my phone, wondering why he wasn’t even trying to start the conversation. I shook my head, trying to force myself to focus, wanting nothing more than to hear his voice in my doorway. When I was done with the files, I walked them down the hall to John’s office and placed them in the box on his secretary’s desk. I really didn’t want to face John today, knowing he knew what all the trouble was over, and I had been at the center of it. I could feel the eyes of the other people in the office burrowing into my neck as I walked. Instead of music playing from the speakers, I could hear the low whispers of my peers as I moved quickly back toward my office. I hated the fact that people were still talking about me like my life was some television show. I didn’t give a damn what they thought about me personally, but it was really starting to take a toll on me, constantly having people give me pity smiles or nasty looks. I felt like pulling up a chair and just screaming the story to everyone in the office so the stupid rumors could stop. I had heard everything from me having a secret lover and the child not being Jason’s or Jordan’s to the reason I got divorced was that I had always been secretly in love with his brother. It was insane that these people didn’t have anything better to do with their time.
I looked across the hall, but Jason wasn’t in his office. I sat down in my chair wanting to wait for him to come back. I assumed he had some kind of meeting this morning, but I wasn’t sure of the schedule at that point. I grabbed my coffee mug and rounded the corner, needing my one cup of coffee allowance already. As I turned the corner, I faltered, seeing Jason standing next to the coffee pot. He looked just as charming as ever, and he looked up at me and smiled kindly as I approached. The other people standing around talking whispered as they passed me, and I put my head down and headed straight for the coffee. I poured a cup and faced the wall, waiting for the rumor mill to leave. Once they did, I let out a deep breath and turned toward Jason. He hadn’t moved an inch, and I found him standing and staring at me as I fixed my morning brew. My cheeks blushed a bit when I figured out he had been watching me the whole time. I still didn’t understand how he went through every day ignoring everyone’s stares. I guess when you aren’t being labeled the office whore, it didn’t really affect you that bad.
I stared up at Jason, the butterflies in my stomach getting stronger. He tilted his head as he gazed into my eyes and reached up, pushing a piece of hair from my face. The feeling of his warm hands against my skin sent electricity barreling through me. He was so calm and sure of himself, and it felt oddly arousing. I opened my mouth to speak, but he pressed his finger against my lips and shook his head. I tilted my head confused as he took my coffee from my hand, set it on the counter, and grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the door. Everything about him moved in a smooth fluid motion, and I couldn’t help but just follow him out of the lounge and toward the elevator. We stood waiting for the elevator to arrive, and it seem
ed to take forever. He stared down at me, and I nervously fidgeted with my hands, pulling my shirt down lower over my pants. I looked over as several people walked by, watching us and whispering. I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply, happy to hear the elevator doors finally slide open.
We stepped inside and stood on opposite ends as he pushed a button. I looked up and watched as the mirrored doors of the elevator slid shut and the room shimmied before lowering us down. I turned toward Jason and watched as he took two large steps toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He looked deep in my eyes and pressed his lips hard against mine. Immediately, passion flew through my body, and I reached up to grab the front of his shirt and kiss him wildly. Our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies, and I glanced over with a grin, seeing that he had pressed the seventh-floor key. As the elevator slowed down, we separated ourselves and watched the doors slide open. Several men in hard hats walked past and nodded, and I looked over at Jason.
“Roof?” I thought it was a dumb idea, but it was the only one I had.
“Perfect,” he said calmly, pulling out his key and putting it into the roof slot. Only the owners of the companies in the building got to have roof access. I wrapped my arms around myself as I prepared to step out onto the roof, knowing the wind would be hard and cold. Jason stepped close again and reached down, grabbing me around the waist and picking me up. His lips grazed over my neck, and I moaned softly in his ear. As the elevator reached the roof, the doors slid open, and he carried me out onto the dark surface. My hair whipped wildly around me but between the black surface and the heat in my arousal, I didn’t feel cold at all. We walked to the left corner and he sat me down, turning me toward him with force, and quickly unbuttoning my top. He didn’t waste any time pulling up my skirt and running his fingers through my pulsing wet mound. I reached forward and groped at his hard shaft, sticking out from his pants.
He pulled his jacket off and laid it down on the ground, pulling me down on top of it. He dropped down on his knees and pushed my skirt all the way up to my hips, pulling my panties down and putting them in his pocket. He reached down and grabbed my thighs, lifting my ass in the air and pushing his lips into my pussy. He moved them in circles through my wetness, pushing me to moan loudly. My hormones weren’t just affecting my mood, they affected my arousal, too, and I could already feel myself getting ready to come. He lifted his head up and looked me in the eyes as he plunged two fingers inside of me. I leaned my head back and let out a whimper, feeling him deep inside.
“You like that?”
“Mmhmm,” I whined.
“You going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I groaned loudly, feeling the heat in my stomach increase.
I looked up and met his gaze as he pushed his fingers in and out of me fast and with force. He steadily watched my face as I writhed and wriggled in his hands. He turned his hand over and rubbed my clit with his thumb as he fingered me deeply. My whole body tensed and began to shake as my first orgasm blew through my body without warning. I reached up and grabbed onto the ledge feeling the waves of pleasure coursed through me. He smiled slyly as he slowed down with his hands and reached over, undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. I licked my lips, wanting to feel him inside of me so bad. It was like my body was refusing to recover from the first orgasm before starting to build another one. He pulled his pants down to his ankles and slipped the head of his cock inside of me while I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I arched my back when he pushed hard and deep inside of me, and I was so sensitized, I swore I could feel every single wrinkle and fold on his cock. His body slammed against mine, and my moans were carried away by the winds whipping across the roof. I reached up and ground my fingertips into his shoulders as his body rubbed against mine. My clit tingled as his skin touched down on it, his hips moving in circles as he plunged inside of me. I reached up to squeeze my nipples, feeling the race to the orgasm begin. I flicked my fingers over their sensitive bulge as he fucked me hard. My fingers moved in the same motion as his hips until finally arched my back high in the air, and I whined, another orgasm taking over and flooding my body with ecstasy. At that point, I would have thought my body would be exhausted, but it only wanted more.
I pushed him off me, and he sat with his back against the ledge. I lowered myself down onto his long, hard shaft and wrapped my legs around his waist. I moved my hips and leaned back against his thighs as he bounced me up and down on his cock. I hear his low growls as his fingers dug into my thighs. My juices were running down his shaft, and with every lift and lower of my body, the cold air hit the wet skin, sending goosebumps up my neck. I tilted my hips slightly and let my clit rub up and down his stomach as he began to push and pull at a fevered rate. I could tell he was getting close, and I wanted to feel him come inside of me so bad. I leaned my head back and rubbed my tits through my open shirt as he picked me up and slammed me down on his cock. His arm muscles bulged underneath his white button-up dress shirt, and he bit down on his lip and groaned. He lifted me up one last time and pushed down deep, holding me and thrusting his hips upward. Just from the feeling of his cock swelling inside of me, I exploded, my pussy pulsating around his shaft and my warm juices mixing with his. We both screamed out into the wind before I collapsed on top of him, exhausted but completely satisfied. I let out a sigh and kissed his neck.
I guess things weren’t as bad as I thought they would be.
Chapter 33
Jason
We got dressed and moved over to the center, sitting down behind a large wall that helped block the wind. I leaned my head back and wrapped my arms around Tiffany, glad to finally have her back in my life. I knew this was how I wanted to show her that I knew what I wanted, but it had been more than hard getting through the first part of the day without letting on that all I could do was think about her. I could sense her look over at me from across the hall, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at how anxious she seemed, trying not to let me notice she was staring over at me. I felt kind of bad for putting her through that, but the look on her face when I pressed my fingers against her lips and led her toward the elevator was absolutely priceless. She didn’t know what to do with herself. I looked over at her and smiled, still recovering from some of the hottest sex I had ever had. Her body was like a board of buttons and with these pregnancy hormones surging through her, every button was a winner. I decided that, later on, I might find out how many times I could make her orgasm. She was so beautiful with her rosy cheeks and wide eyes looking out over the city.
“I’m sorry,” I said, whispering in her ear. “I got too caught up in holding a grudge and being stubborn to see that I was hurting you and our family. I want you to know I love you so much, probably more than any woman I have ever been with before. I love everything about you from your beautiful smile to your enchanting and amazing heart.”
She looked up at me with a wide smile, her eyes twinkling. I leaned forward and kissed her lips softly, taking in the heavenly scent of her perfume. I reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling it to my lips. She bumped me with her elbow and smiled widely.
“I love you, too,” she said. “You have shown me what it’s like to be genuinely in love with someone. I’ve never felt this way about a man, and I’ve never had someone love me enough to admit when they were wrong. I promise that as we go through life, I’ll try to do the same for you.”
I moved the hair out of her face and kissed her once more, feeling the electricity of love pulsing through my chest. She really loved me. It had to be the best feeling I had ever felt, like I was on cloud nine and I never had to look back. I had waited a long time to find a woman like Tiffany, never realizing my true love would one day be her. I held her hand tightly and looked out over the cityscape, thinking about family.
“I called Jordan last night,” I said. “We talked, and it was actually a good conversation, probably the most productive we’ve ever had. I promised to be more sensitive when it came to us and h
im. He promised to not fly off the handle and call you names. I realized you were right, that it was important to made amends. We have a baby coming and family is so important in that entire process. I want our child growing up in a place where everyone shows their love and support for each other. It feels really good knowing I have Jordan back on my side.”
“I’m so glad,” she said with a sigh. “You guys love each other very much, and I just couldn’t keep going forward so quickly with our relationship without knowing that your family relationships stayed intact. I knew one day you would really wish you had made amends, and by then, it might be too late. I know firsthand how hard it is to be without your family. Having them right there at your fingertips but not being able to call on them. I wish all the time that there was something I could do to help my parents, so I could show them they are going to be grandparents. I know it's just wishful thinking, though. This was so much simpler. All you both had to do was open your hearts and remember that you are brothers. It's easy to forgive someone you really love.”
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