True to his word, Brandon was waiting for me as Bel and I exited the BKJB building. I hugged her goodbye and wished her a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. She was headed down to L.A. for the weekend, but we promised to keep in touch over the break.
“Hey, Baby,” I said as I slid into Brandon’s Range Rover and kissed him.
“Hey, Beautiful, miss me?”
“You need to stop,” I laughed as I continued. “Bel drilled me this afternoon about us sneaking off to have sex, but thankfully, I switched the conversation to her so I didn’t have to tell her where it happened.”
Brandon pulled away from the curb and placed his right hand on my leg as he drove us down the street. “You’re not embarrassed by me, are you?”
“Shut up!” I said, slapping his shoulder playfully. “I’ve never done that before and I really didn’t want anyone but us to know.”
“I’ve never done that either.”
“Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Really. Before you, my sex life was boring.”
“I highly doubt that,” I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest.
“What makes you say that?” he asked, turning his attention to me briefly.
“Look at you,” I said with a wave of my hand.
“What does that mean?”
“Babe, you are seriously hot. I bet there are a lot of girls who would want to have sex with you... plus you were dating Christy before me and we all know you had sex with her.”
Brandon turned to me again and glared. I wasn’t trying to cross a line, but was he really going to sit there, telling me his sex life was boring before me?
“I can’t believe we are having this conversation. Yes, Christy and I slept together, but like I told you repeatedly, we weren’t compatible.”
“So why did you stay with her for so long?” I quickly regretted my question. I didn’t want to fight with Brandon about this. We were going home and packing for Texas. I just wanted to light a fire, cook dinner, get in our PJs, give him his present, and snuggle on the couch, watching a movie until it was time for bed.
We stopped at a red light and Brandon turned to me, giving me that glare again. I hated the glare; I wanted my smirk back. “I don’t know. I guess I was just passing the time until I found you. Christy and I didn’t have what you and I have, Babe. You’re my something special.”
And then my heart stopped. I knew he loved me and I loved him with all my heart, but to actually hear him call me his “something special” made me want to jump in his lap and never leave. Unfortunately, we were in the car and in San Francisco traffic. I met my urge halfway by grabbing his face with both my hands and bringing it to mine as I kissed him hard. Brandon’s hand brushed along the side of my face and in my hair and pushed my face harder into his.
The sound of the car horn behind us broke our kiss. I leaned back into my seat as Brandon started to drive again. “Sorry, let’s forget this conversation,” I said.
“Deal.” And just like that, my smirk was back.
We drove the last few blocks to our house. As we approached our house, I noticed a black car that I had never seen before sitting in the driveway. The closer we got the more details I noticed – like that it was a BMW and had a red bow on it. I turned my head to look questioningly at Brandon with wide eyes as he parked behind the Bimmer in the one car driveway.
“What’s that?” I asked as Brandon put the Range Rover in park.
“Well I couldn’t bring it on the plane tomorrow,” he said, laughing.
“Is that…that’s not for me, is it?”
“Yes.”
“You bought me a car?” I asked, finally taking my eyes off the car.
“Yep, Merry Christmas!” he said as he leaned over and kissed me again.
“You really bought me a car?” I asked in shock.
“Yes, Babe, I really bought you a car.”
Brandon and I quickly exited his car. I ran over to him, jumping in his arms as my legs wrapped around his waist. “You really seriously bought me a car?” I asked again, leaning a little away from his face.
“Yes,” he said again, laughing at me. He kissed my forehead and put me back on the ground so my feet were planted on the cement.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you bought me a Bimmer!” I said as I went to the driver side door, running my hand along the black metallic paint.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it!”
I opened the door and slid into the black leather seat, taking in the new car smell that would only last a few weeks. The inside of the Bimmer was like Brandon’s Range Rover, black leather with aluminum trim.
“It has butt warmers, too,” Brandon said. “I know how much you like your butt warmed.”
And that I did. Ever since the first night I rode in his car and learned Brandon’s had seat warmers, I turned them on almost every time I got in. There was just something comforting with having a warm butt.
I clapped excitedly and looked up. “And a sunroof?”
“Yes, Babe, it even has an adapter for your iPhone that will charge your phone and let you talk hands free.”
“Oh my God, I love you so much!” I said as I got out of the car and hugged him again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Unable to contain my excitement, I told Brandon I no longer felt like cooking and asked if we could go out to dinner instead so I could drive. Even though it had been a while since I had driven a car, I had the itch to take it for a spin immediately. I just wanted to drive––put the pedal to the metal! However, San Francisco isn’t built for that, so I drove up and down the one way streets until we ended up at MoMo’s. We decided it was as good of a place as any to eat as it was one of our usual haunts.
After dinner, I drove us back home. I wanted to take my new Bimmer out on the freeway, but we really needed to pack for Texas. “I’m going to take a quick shower before I pack,” I said to Brandon, hooking my keys on the key rack I bought a few days prior so he would stop losing his keys.
“I’ll join you,” he said, following me down the hall.
*~*~*
An hour or so later, Brandon got the suitcases out of the garage and placed them on the bed. As I started packing, I figured it was a good time to give him his present. I grabbed the envelope from the drawer of my white nightstand and moved my suitcase out of the way, climbing on the bed.
“It’s time for your Christmas present now,” I said as I sat on my heels and held out the envelope for him to take.
“Just because I gave you your present early doesn’t mean you have to give me mine, Babe.”
“Actually, I was planning on giving you your present tonight anyway.”
“What are we going to open on Christmas?” Brandon asked as he took the envelope from my hand.
“It doesn’t matter, it’s just another day. Plus, I have you,” I said, smiling at him.
Brandon leaned over his suitcase and kissed me softly. “Let’s go somewhere and lock ourselves in for the week instead.”
“No, we are going to visit your parents. Now open your present.” His proposal was tempting, but I was genuinely looking forward to visiting Texas and seeing where he had grown up. Brandon slowly tore the red envelope open, torturing me. I had wrapped the tickets together with a piece of silver curling ribbon and placed them inside the envelope.
“Cowboys tickets? You got me Cowboys tickets?” Brandon asked as his eyes lit up.
“Yep, and your parents are going, too.” I didn’t tell him about his brother coming just yet as I wanted to surprise him in person. “They are also bringing the other half of your present with them when they pick us up tomorrow.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t tell you that, silly,” I said as I started climbing back off the bed. “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise. I just had to give you the tickets now so you would know why we were going to Dallas and not Houston tomorrow when your parents pick us up.”
; Brandon walked over and wrapped his arms around me, placing his head on the top of mine, “Thank you, Babe, I love it. I haven’t been to a game in––I don’t even remember.”
“You’re welcome,” I said as I tilted my head back and looked up at him. Brandon kissed me and then we went back to packing for Texas.
*~*~*
Brandon and I woke at the crack of dawn to head to the airport for our flight to Houston. I was excited and I knew he was over the moon. Our flight left from SFO a little before seven in the morning, but since we had a layover in Phoenix, we didn’t arrive in Houston until about a quarter to two in the afternoon. I was having a hard time containing my excitement as we exited the plane.
“Ready for your other present?” I asked Brandon as we headed towards the baggage claim.
“Yeah?” he answered with a questioning look.
“You’re going to really like it.”
“Did my mom pick it out?”
“Something like that,” I said as I laughed.
“What’s so...”
Before Brandon could finish his thought, we heard someone yell his name. Even though I had never met him, I knew who it was.
“What the?” Brandon asked as he looked towards Blake who yelled his name. “Blake?” The brothers made their way towards each other before engulfing each other in a big hug, each of them pounding the other on the back.
I caught Aimee’s eye as she smiled at her sons who were hugging in the middle of a crowd of people trying to get their luggage.
“I didn’t know you were coming,” Brandon said to Blake as they stopped hugging.
“Heard it was your girl’s idea,” Blake said, making Brandon turn to me.
“Surprise!” I said, smiling and somewhat embarrassed. Brandon reached back and grabbed my hand, and pulled me to him.
“Blake, this is my girl, Spencer––Babe, this is my brother, Blake.”
Blake and I shook hands and he flashed that Montgomery smile at me. It was apparent that Brandon had gotten his looks from his dad while Blake had gotten his from his mom. Blake had the same mocha colored eyes as Brandon, but a rounder shape, his hair was about finger length, but a lighter brown with blond highlights, and he was a few inches shorter than Brandon.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Spencer; my mother talks about you all the time.”
“Oh?” I said, smiling at Aimee. She was really sweet and I was so happy that Brandon’s mother liked me. I couldn’t imagine what I'd do if she didn’t. Blake introduced us to his “friend”, Angelica, who was coming with us for the night and game in Dallas.
“Let’s go, kids,” Brandon’s dad, Robert, said as he finally came over and hugged us.
Aimee followed behind him to hug us and then we all headed over to their Escalade in the parking garage. We made the three and half hour drive on time and by the time we arrived at the hotel, Brandon and I were both exhausted. Even though it was only a little after six Texas time, traveling all day had taken a toll on us. We said goodnight to his family and went to our room.
“Good Lord, this has been a long day,” I said as I fell face first into the bed.
Brandon crawled on the bed and straddled my hips. Leaning down, he kissed the side of my face. “Sure has. Thank you for my presents.”
“You’re welcome,” I said as I rolled over onto my back so we were facing each other.
He leaned down again and kissed my lips lightly. My stomach growled and reminded us that we hadn’t eaten since our layover in Phoenix. “Room service and a bath, then bed?” he asked.
“Perfect.”
We ordered room service and turned on the TV, flipping through the ten channels the hotel offered as we tried to find something to watch, when there was a knock at the door.
“Hey, Mom,” Brandon said as he opened the door.
“Sorry if I am interrupting, but I forgot that I brought two of your old Cowboys jerseys so you can wear them tomorrow.”
Brandon accepted the jerseys, thanking her with a hug and kiss on the cheek. We both said goodnight to Aimee as she smiled and waved at us and closed the door again.
“So, you want to wear number twenty-two or number eight?” Brandon asked as he held up the white jerseys with blue numbers and thick blue stripes around the end of the sleeves for me to inspect.
“Well, believe it or not, I do know who Emmitt Smith and Troy Aikman are,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Okay, well?”
“I’m going to go with one of the best running backs of all times and let you keep your fellow quarterback’s jersey.”
“Nice. An Emmitt fan, huh? Twenty-two it is,” he said, tossing the requested jersey to me.
We ate our room service, which arrived shortly after we hung the jerseys in the closet, and unpacked our PJs and toiletries. Stepping into the bathroom, I pulled my hair into a high ponytail as Brandon drew a bath. As soon as the tub was full, we both climbed in and enjoyed the warm bubbly water. The tub was able to comfortably accommodate both of us, as it was much bigger than the one at Pebble Beach that we had enjoyed together on my birthday.
Brandon grabbed my body wash and squirted it in his hands, and then rubbed it along my back and shoulders.
“I love when you wash me,” I said playfully.
“I love washing you.”
He continued down my arms and over my breasts, to my stomach and then under the water to my thighs. After I was completely cleaned, I leaned back and rested my head on his chest as the jets massaged my legs that were splayed along each side of the tub. Before I realized it, I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Being in the comfort of my love and the warmth from the bath was everything I needed to relax.
“Babe,” Brandon said, whispering in my ear.
“Hmmm?”
“Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“I don’t want to move. It feels too good.”
“We are getting pruney.”
“But we didn’t wash you, yet.”
“Let’s just get you out now so I can finish up real quick and then I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
I groaned in annoyance. I didn’t want to move, but I knew we needed to get out and Brandon probably wasn’t comfortable with me laying on him for so long. I finally started to sit up and rise from the water only to slip on the bottom of the tub, falling face first into Brandon.
“Whoa, are you okay, Babe?”
“Yeah,” I said as I lifted myself up and straddled his hips with my knees bent.
“Well, isn’t this a better position?” he said as he cocked an eyebrow.
“Sure is,” I said and took his mouth. I would never get tired of his lips. Brandon is the best kisser I had ever kissed. Granted, it wasn’t like I had that much experience, but Brandon did wonders with his mouth. From his smile to his kisses to the way he uses it on my pussy–– I’m not sure if he knew it, but he could make me do anything when he used his mouth.
His warm soft lips caressed mine as he slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth, massaging it against my own. Brandon ran his fingers lightly down my back as I moaned into his mouth. We continued kissing until I could no longer breathe and then we sat embracing each other for a few more minutes.
“Ready to try again?” Brandon asked, laughing at me.
Laughing back, I nooded in agreement. “I guess.”
I managed to make it out of the tub without splitting my head open. I grabbed my PJs and put them on as I waited for Brandon to get out of the bathroom. When he came out, I went back in and started to wash my face. I didn’t know if it was a result of him kissing me or what, but I was no longer feeling exhausted. I peeked around the corner of the bathroom and saw that his back was turned to me as he put on his boxers. I tiptoed out and grabbed the number twenty-two jersey and dashed back into the bathroom.
After stripping my PJs off and setting them on the counter, I slipped the jersey on over my naked body. The jersey swallowed me whole. It went all the way down to my knee
s like a dress and the sleeves were extremely long, covering my arms like they were long sleeves. Just as I came out of the bathroom and rounded the corner towards the bed, Brandon looked up and made me stop in my tracks. He was already under the covers on his side of the bed, waiting for me.
“Babe...what are you doing?” Brandon asked as he looked at me, his eyes moving down my body until all he could see was the bed blocking his view.
“Going to bed,” I said innocently.
“In my jersey?”
“Maybe it will bring the Cowboys luck tomorrow?” I said as I started pulling back the covers on my side of the bed.
Brandon let out the hardest roaring laugh I had ever heard from him. “You know that isn’t true.”
“I know,” I said, biting my lip and crawling on all fours towards where he was sitting in the bed.
“And you know that when you wear a dress or something that resemble a dress, it drives me crazy, right?”
“Yep,” I said, looking into his burning eyes.
“Come here,” he ordered as he grabbed my arm and tugged me down on top of him, making me squeal. I flipped over on my back with my head resting in his lap as he sat with his back against the headboard. He ran his hand up my leg and under the jersey.
“Christ, you had this planned. You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“Uh huh,” I said, biting my lower lip again and giving him my most innocent look.
He bent down and kissed me again while running his hand over my soft hair under the jersey. His hard erection pressed into the back of my shoulder as he sunk two fingers into me. “Fuck,” I groaned as his finger worked inside me, my head tilting back in his lap. Our mouths moved with each other as Brandon worked my pussy, thrusting two fingers in me and using his thumb to create small circles over my clit. My body was getting close to its release when Brandon stopped and removed his fingers, making me want to argue in protest.
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