Branndon Jr.

by Vanessa Devereaux

  Susanne stood, closing off any more vivid thoughts of the man she’d been hired to look after.

  Go out there and face the music.

  Susanne walked into the hallway and then stopped. She knew she would color up the second she saw him. She whistled as she walked toward the kitchen. She didn’t see him anywhere. Maybe he’d gone out to the stables. Susanne headed to the sink and began to rinse the dishes. She didn’t hear him creep up behind her until she felt his arms snake around her and then his mouth on the side of her neck.

  “If you’re looking for some pleasure, I’m pretty good at dishing that out.”

  She never heard him speak in a whisper like this before. Sexy with a dash of sheer kindness thrown in. She smelled his aftershave and the thought of him bringing her pleasure made her wet and her pussy pull.

  “I don’t want to embarrass you. That’s not my intent, Susanne. I’ve outgrown that, but I’m not going to pretend I didn’t hear what you were doing in the bedroom.”

  His hot breath tickled her earlobe.

  Susanne slowly turned around and looked Branndon straight in the eye. He hadn’t shaved today and he looked rugged with a layer of stubble and those knock-a-girl-off-her-feet blue eyes of his.

  She placed her hands either side of his face, remembering they still might be a tad damp from the washing up, but hoping he didn’t mind.

  “I’ve been worked up sexually since I came to live here with you. I know it’s wrong, you’re my patient and…”

  He hadn’t let her finish, hadn’t let her explain because his lips were on hers shutting her up. Today there was no lingering scent of another woman on him. It was all Branndon in his full male glory. Unlike the other evening, today she opened her mouth to him, letting him slip his tongue over her bottom lip and tickle the inside of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, thinking how many times she’d fantasied about this very scenario when they’d been young, doubting it would ever come true. It now had. Or maybe she was dreaming. Didn’t feel like a dream. Her pussy and breasts had never felt like this in any dream. They ached and pulled, and this kiss felt very real.

  Branndon’s erection nudged against her belly as his hand slipped down the back of her sweatpants and rested on her butt. He pulled her in closer so she was almost riding his hard-on. She rubbed against it, exciting her clit in the process. He let his hand roam over her ass cheek. It was big and strong, and she creamed thinking about having him inside her. She didn’t know why but she glanced up at the clock. Oh no, her baby girl.

  She pulled away, hoping he wasn’t in the least bit offended.

  “April… I have to go pick up April.”

  He stepped away. “Sure, but I think we need to continue what we started here.”

  She kissed him. “I think we do and let’s find a way.”

  She picked up her keys and headed out of the door, pulling on her coat in the process.

  ****

  Branndon watched Susanne get in her car and drive away. They’d have to find a way today, in the next couple of hours in fact, because he hadn’t had sex in a long time, and Susanne was all he could think about.

  April would be home and they could hardly retreat to a bedroom and fuck while there was a child around.

  Jackson. Branndon picked up the phone and dialed his brother’s number. It rang and rang and he thought it would go to his voicemail but finally he answered.

  “Hi, Branndon. How you doing?”

  “Not so good.”

  “How come? I thought you were on the mend.”

  “I am, but I need to have sex and to cut a story real short, do you think you could come over and take April out into the stables, maybe ride a horse with her or something?”

  “April as in Susanne’s kid?”

  “Yes, that April.”

  “Why can’t Susanne? What a minute, it’s Susanne you want to fuck, right?”

  “Can you do it?”

  “I’m not that great with kids.”

  “You’re a hell of a lot better than I am and I’ve been doing okay with April. She’s a neat kid once you get to know her.”

  “You better make it worth my while.”

  “Six pack of your favorite beer and a meal at the Wagon Wheel, how’s that?”

  “You’re getting close to me saying yes.”

  “Okay, I’ll babysit your kids … when you have them.”

  “I’m going to do this, but just this once. Next time you want to make out with a child’s mother call in a professional babysitter.”

  “You are the best little brother a guy could have.”

  ****

  While Susanne had picked up April from the bus and driven back to Branndon’s place, she thought of every excuse in the book not to have sex with him. But once she saw him, found out that he’d arranged for his brother to take April riding and then they’d groom the horses together, she realized it was now or never.

  This had been her dream, her young girl’s fantasy to make love to Branndon Mckinney. How many girls could say they’d actually lived out the scenario that had played out in their mind?

  He shut his bedroom door and pulled her in close. Soon their mouths married up and his tongue was sliding over her lower lip. He’d already taken off his shirt and his muscular chest pushed against her breasts, making them ache for his touch.

  “Do you have condoms?” she asked. “Because I can’t have sex without them.” She hoped it didn’t spoil the moment, but she didn’t want either of them getting themselves worked up into a frenzy and only to find out they had no protection.

  “I’m never without them,” he whispered.

  Susanne ran her hands over his chest, outlining each one of his well-defined muscles with her fingers. She went lower, putting her hands on his crotch, loving the feel of his erection straining against them and his jeans. She was about to unbuckle his belt when he stopped her. Had she done something wrong?

  “Baby, let’s get you undressed first.”

  Baby. No one had ever called her that name before. She liked it. Liked it even more because it had come from Branndon’s mouth.

  She raised her arms as he lifted up her sweater and simply tossed it on the floor before turning his attention to the clasp on the back of her bra. He released it and soon he was peeling it from her breasts.

  Air hit them, exciting them, but not has much as Branndon’s fingers running across their nipples. She drew in her breath as he rubbed them between his finger and thumb.

  Susanne remembered when she’d never thought she’d have volumpious breasts like the others girls in the locker rooms at school. The other girls had told her hers looked like nothing more than bad mosquito bites. Then she’d turned twenty-five, had finished nursing school, and suddenly she was curvy. Late bloomer, her aunt had said.

  Branndon leaned over and kissed the top of each of her breasts. She closed her eyes, still wondering if she was dreaming. She opened them to see him looking straight at her before he ran his hands down her belly, stopping at the waistband of her pants so he could pop open the button. He continued to look her in the eye as he pulled down the zipper and separated the two sides of the material apart.

  Branndon got down on his knees and pulled the pants down her legs, before lifting his hands up and running them over the front of her lace panties. At least she’d had the good sense to wear her prettiest pair today. He stood and kissed her before pulling away and saying, “I’d love to take this slow, but I’m in a hurry to get inside you.”

  Just hearing that, listening to the huskiness of his voice as he spoke those words, made her wet and hot, and she almost begged him to get her panties off her body.

  Branndon put his hands behind her back, grabbed the waistband on them and gently pulled them over her butt, down her thighs, and then slowly to her ankles. She kicked them and her pants away, freeing her legs, wanting to spread them so he could lavish her with all sorts of erotic touches.

  It was almost as if he could read h
er mind because the next thing she knew, his fingers were gliding through her curls, finding her clit in record time. He caressed it, teasing it in a such a way that it throbbed and ached, and not even the little attachment on that vibrator had been this good.

  Branndon kissed her as he continued to work on it, making her move her feet and fidget, knowing she wanted to come, but at the same time, wanting this moment to last for eternity.

  She finally gave in and groaned against his lips, soon feeling his finger circling her entrance and then he slid it inside her.

  “Um, I need to be in here so bad,” he whispered against the nape of her neck. She couldn’t wait much longer either and this time he didn’t protest or stop her when she slid open his belt buckle and pulled down his flies. He wiggled out of his jeans as his cock strained against his boxers. With one fluid movement, both of them were off his body and they stood naked facing one another.

  The thing he did next, took her by surprise. He lifted her up. She wanted to stop him because he still wasn’t supposed to lift anything heavier than twenty pounds, but he had her on the bed ASAP. He reached over for a foil package and in no time, he’d torn it open and had sheathed himself. Branndon gently parted her legs and got in between them.

  “Sorry this has all been so fast but next time, I’m going to lavish more loving on you.”

  Next time, this time … he was inside her, moving slowly at first and then picking up intensity.

  In high school, how many nights had she lay in her bed, dreaming and imagining him doing this, feeling sick to her stomach of the thought of him having sex with some other girl, maybe one who’d been mean to Susanne.

  She mustn’t think about that now. Just that she was the lucky girl this time around. Branndon Mckinney was making love to her.

  She closed her eyes, hearing his breath draw in and match the pace of his thrusts. She brought her legs up, crossed her ankles and placed them on his butt. His dick slipped deeper, hitting another part of her pussy walls that made her groan. So much better than the damn vibrator. She flexed her toes and let her pussy relax, knowing she was minutes away from an orgasm. Susanne held his arms, finding her release and calling out his name when she came.

  Branndon’s breathing became labored as he put his mouth close to her ear. He pounded inside her until he found his release.

  The best thing was he stayed inside her.

  “You have the cutest little voice that squeaks when you come,” he said before kissing her on the nose.

  “I do?”

  “No one ever mentioned it before?”

  She shook her head. “Maybe no one’s made me come like this before,” she said.

  Chapter Eight

  “Read to me.”

  Branndon felt a tug on his shirt and turned to see April standing beside his chair with a book in her hand.

  “How about you read to me?” he said.

  She shook I head. “I don’t know how.”

  “Is Maddie going to teach you?”

  April shrugged her shoulders and placed the book on his lap.

  He’d read to her because he was in a good mood after some afternoon loving with her mother. His body was still feeling the pleasure she’d brought to him when they’d had sex just six hours ago.

  “Okay, but just until supper’s ready, okay?”

  April nodded and climbed up on the couch next to him.

  He hoped she wouldn’t insist he did voices to match the characters in the story. He remembered his mother doing that when she read bedtime stories to him and Jackson. It made him suddenly miss her so much. He guessed Brody felt the same way about his mother and a sadness that she wouldn’t see him getting married.

  “Hurry up,” said April.

  “You are kind of bossy,” he said.

  “Am not.”

  “Am too,” he said, nudging her playfully before he opened the book.

  “In the woods lived a dog.”

  April pointed to the picture. “That’s him,” she said.

  “It was raining and he settled down in his chair for the night. He hadn’t realized that he’d fallen asleep until he heard something scratching outside his door. Who’s there? Asked the dog.”

  Without realizing it he had used a different voice for the dog and he also hadn’t seen Susanne standing in the doorway between the living room and kitchen.

  She smiled at him. Yeah, both these ladies almost had him right where they wanted him, almost.

  “I hate to interrupt this story, but supper is ready,” said Susanne.

  “We’ll finish it some other time,” Branndon said, intrigued enough to want to know who was scratching the dog’s door.

  He followed April into the kitchen and she climbed onto what had now become her place at the table and not his. He sat next to Susanne and their thighs brushed when she came to join them.

  Chicken casserole and rice. He wondered where he’d learned to cook so well.

  Theirs legs touched throughout the meal and when he they were done, Branndon put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it.

  “Time to get ready for bed,” said Susanne.

  “When will I be done with school so I can stay awake later?” asked April.

  “In the summer.”

  “When’s that?”

  “Not that far away. It will be here before you know it,” said Susanne.

  Branndon watched as she led April away from the table and he decided to clear away the dishes and load the dishwasher. He put the leftovers in the fridge and by the time he was done, Susanne was standing in the kitchen, looking so sexy that he wanted her all over again.

  “April hit the pillow like she was dead to the world,” she said.

  “Probably the fresh air and the horse riding,” said Branndon.

  “You think your brother would take her riding again so we can…?”

  He didn’t let her finish. He walked over to her and kissed her. She threw her arms around him and kissed him back.

  “I’ve never been so horny in all my life. What have you done to me?” she asked him.

  “Glad you want sex again because I’m in desperate need of being inside that pussy of yours.”

  “April will hear us in the bedroom,” said Susanne.

  “But not in the bathroom because it’s the farthest away from her room.”

  He grabbed Susanne’s hand and let her along the hallway, pulled her into the bathroom and shut the door, turning the lock to secure it, just in case they had a little visitor wander inside.

  Branndon took off his jeans and boxers and then backed Susanne against the countertop. He lifted her up and pushed up her skirt, quickly relieving her of her panties. He loved the thick, dark curls at the apex of her thighs. So many of the women he’d been with liked the barer look, but he’d always loved a woman’s special curls. He spread her legs some more, opening her up, allowing him to see how wet and excited she was for him. So pink and glistening.

  “Twice in less than eight hours. My pussy’s going to be sore,” she whispered.

  “Then I’ll have to make it all better,” he said, pushing his finger inside her.

  “Um, I like that,” said Susanne, grinding her hips against it. They kissed as he finger fucked her, tickling the back of her pussy and hearing her getting excited. Her thighs twitched and he felt her pussy grab his finger, telling him she’d come.

  Slick, hot, and wet, and once he got himself sheathed he was going to be inside her.

  Branndon reached over to the drawer and pulled out a condom.

  “Do you keep those things everywhere?” she asked him.

  “Just about.”

  “Really, how about the stables?”

  “No, but if you want me to fuck you while you feel straw on your bare ass I can oblige.”

  “I’ll think about that.”

  “Think about this for now.” Branndon slid into her heat, wrapping his arms around her, her arms going around his shoulders.

  He began a stea
dy thrust inside her.

  “How did we end up like this?” she asked. “I’m supposed to be here as your nurse.”

  “You’re healing my body like you wouldn’t believe. My dick’s all better.”

  “There was never anything wrong with it.”

  “You have a nurse’s uniform?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “Nothing, well, just one of my fantasies that’s all,” he said, picking up intensity.

  “I like that,” said Susanne.

  “I like it, too,” he said pushing harder and faster.

  She groaned. “Fuck me harder,” she whispered.

  “For a nurse you have a dirty mouth.”

  He pounded into her, hearing her groan until she had to put her hand over her mouth.

  “Shit, Branndon, you know how to turn a girl on.”

  Branndon kissed her before going all out and thrusting so hard, Susanne’s butt began sliding on his countertop.

  “Mommy.”

  Shit and double shit. April had woken up and she was turning the knob of the door.

  “Mommy.”

  “What is it honey?” Susanne was almost hoarse.

  “I need to tinkle.”

  “Okay, let mommy finish what she’s doing and I’ll let you in.” She’d barely got the words out when she came, and lucky for Branndon, the tight pussy muscles brought on his release, too.

  “Hurry mommy, it’s a bad tinkle.”

  In record time, they got dressed and Susanne rushed to the door and let April inside.

  Branndon walked out, hoping that April didn’t see him.

  He rested his head and back against the wall outside and saw Susanne walk out of the bathroom.

  “That was too close for comfort,” he said. “Next time, we’ll have to make sure we have the place all to ourselves.”

  Chapter Nine

  Branndon was more than happy to be back behind the wheel of his truck. First stop was to fill up with gas, second was to pick up some groceries. Susanne said she was running errands so he’d volunteered to go buy food.