Thanks to the mid-morning lull in traffic, we had made the journey down the southbound I-95 in record time. After just two hours of driving, we had crossed under the Whitestone Bridge, then looped around into Brooklyn on the Jackie Robinson Parkway.
“Brooklyn?” I asked skeptically.
“Don’t say anything until you’ve seen it!” Brie shushed me. “Just…keep an open mind!”
I had heard that phrase a lot lately: keep an open mind. I had been trying to do just that, but my mind was getting more and more stuck on the realization that we just weren’t ready to move to New York City.
Summer and I had run the numbers on what it would cost to fix up the East Harlem salon-from-hell, and it was way beyond what we had in savings. Short of a miracle, our big city dream might just be a dud.
I glanced through the car window. Financial shortcomings aside, I had to admit that I was beginning to question whether I really wanted to move to the city, after all. I had come to that realization on my last visit to Manhattan, when I had been jostled and bumped from all directions while I navigated a busy stretch of sidewalk.
I can’t imagine raising a baby here…I had thought to myself then. I can’t imagine teaching a little kid to take their first steps, on a sidewalk where people will just walk right over them…
Now, as I surveyed the scene through the car window, I had to admit that Brooklyn’s Atlantic Avenue was a lot more calm than Manhattan. But still, I found myself wondering:
Is this where I want my baby to grow up? Playing on concrete and listening for police sirens, instead of playing on green grass and listening for the ice cream truck?
“We’re here!” Brie announced. She turned into a private parking deck underground and showed a pass to the man operating the ticket booth. He waved her through, and she swerved the car underground.
After she parked the car, we both climbed out and began walking towards a set of elevators at the edge of the parking garage.
“There’s already another buyer who is interested in the property,” Brie warned me. “But if you like what you see, I might be able to work something out.”
“You didn’t mention whether this place would fit in my budget,” I noted.
“Don’t worry about your budget,” she pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head and winked at me. “Let’s just see if you like this place, first!”
“This is crazy,” I said as we climbed into the elevator and started moving upwards. “What if I fall in love with it, only to realize that I can’t afford it?!”
“Just trust me, Vanessa,” Brie’s eyes twinkled in the bright elevator lights. “I wouldn’t be showing you this place if there wasn’t a way of making it work…”
I sighed, but said nothing. The doors opened and we stepped through a lobby, then out onto the street.
“So it’s obviously not the Upper East Side,” Brie admitted, glancing up at the street of painted brick buildings and trendy storefronts. “But I think this neighborhood is actually exactly what you’re looking for. It’s trendy, it’s young…people are even calling it the next Williamsburg. And all of those superstar clients and TV studios in Midtown are just a subway trip away!”
“This is too perfect,” I marveled, taking it all in. Even for Brooklyn… “What’s the catch?”
Brie smiled, ignoring my question as she led me down the sidewalk.
“This is the unit that’s available,” she said, pointing up towards a white painted brick storefront. Everything looked pristine and perfect. The glassy windows were so clean that I could see my own reflection clearly.
“No way,” I said in disbelief, but Brie was already pushing open the front door and motioning for me to hurry up and follow her inside.
If the outside was stunning, then the inside was truly a dream come true: white birch floorboards, painted brick walls…everything was beautiful.
“This actually used to be a nail salon,” Brie explained as her heels clicked over the wooden floorboards. “The spa equipment is gone, but the plumbing hook-ups are all still here…that means it’s ready for whatever equipment you want to install.”
I shook my head slowly as my eyes drifted around the empty space.
“There’s no way I can afford this,” I shook my head slowly. “I--”
“Hold on,” Brie held up a hand to stop me. “We haven’t finished the tour yet.”
She led me towards the back of the space, where there was a narrow hallway lined by a series of doors.
“That’s the bathroom,” Brie explained, pointing to the first door. “Next to it is the supply closet. And through this door…”
She pushed open a door, and then she motioned for me to step inside ahead of her. I approached the doorway and as soon as I looked inside, I felt my jaw drop to the floor.
While the rest of the space had been unfurnished, this room was already fully decorated: there was a crib and a changing table pressed against one wall, and in the opposite corner there was a rocking chair. The walls were decorated with framed pictures of cartoon pelicans and polar bears. I stepped into the room, shaking my head slowly.
“I don’t understand…what is all of this?”
Then my eyes locked onto a green plush dinosaur toy in the crib. I recognized it immediately; it was the dinosaur toy that Josh had tossed into our cart, that day we went shopping for supplies at The Baby Shop.
“How did this--” I started to ask as I twirled around, but Brie was already gone. Josh Hudson was standing in her place.
“Josh. What are you doing here?”
“Do you like this place, Pinky?” he asked, ignoring my question.
“Like it? It’s…perfect,” I stammered. “But…I don’t understand. Why are you here? And…where did all of this stuff come from?”
“I heard that you were looking for a salon in the city,” he shrugged. “I wanted to help out.”
“How did you know that?”
“I have my sources,” he shrugged again. Then: “Your realtor, Brie, is a friend of a friend. When you called her about finding a commercial space in New York City, she agreed to do me a favor.”
“What kind of favor?”
“She found me this place,” Josh said. “It checked every box on your wish list. Well, except for being in Brooklyn…”
“I’m more concerned about it being in budget…” I said slowly.
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
“Josh…what’s going on here?” I demanded, my voice sounding every bit as tense and confused as I felt.
“I came into some money, and I want to use it to take care of my family. I want to get this place for you,” he said. “If you want it, that is…”
“If I want it?” I stammered. “It’s…perfect. But…I can’t let you do that. I told you, I don’t need you to help me....”
“I want to help,” he said. “I know how much you’ve had to sacrifice to have this baby, but I won’t let you give up on your dream. I know that you’ve always wanted to move your business to New York City…and I want to give that to you.”
“Josh, stop,” I said. My vision was suddenly blurry, and I had to blink several times to realize that my eyes had misted over with tears.
“You don’t owe me anything,” I choked on my own voice. “I’ve told you that…”
“I know what you told me,” he said. “But I promised you that I was going to do whatever I could do to make this work. Not just when it’s convenient for me…but for all of us.”
“All of us?”
“We’re a family now, Vanessa,” he said. “Families are supposed to stick together.”
“Josh…”
“I know that I should have told my brother about us sooner, and I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing to you if that’s what it takes to make it right. But I promised that I wasn’t going to give up on us. And I won’t.”
I pushed away the tears that had filled my eyes and sniffed, uns
ure of what to say next.
“What if I don’t want us to be a family?” I asked. My eyes were burning and blood was rushing to my head. “What if I want to do this on my own?”
“If that’s your decision, then I can’t stop you from leaving,” Josh said slowly. “But I want you to know that you were the one who left. Not me.”
My knees started to tremble, and Josh guided my gently into the rocking chair. I thought about my parents; I thought about all of those tearful fights and screaming matches. I had been so scarred by my childhood, that I had spent all of my life making sure that I was never in a position where a man could leave me, the way my father had left us.
I had done the same thing to Josh, keeping him at arm’s distance waiting for him to fail…then locking him out the second he disappointed me. What if I wasn’t the one being left behind? What if, all along, I was actually the one leaving? What if I was doing the same thing that my father had done, without even realizing it?
“How is this supposed to work?” I wanted to know. “I’d be in Brooklyn, you’d be in Hartford--”
“I have an interview with NYFD next week,” Josh said. “One of the guys at the station called in a connection with his old chief. If I get the job, then I’d be working a few blocks from here. We could plan our schedules so that we take turns watching the baby…”
“You really thought all this out?” I swallowed heavily, shocked.
“I made you a promise, Vanessa. I’m not going to leave you, or our baby. If you want to move to New York City…I’ll be right here by your side.”
“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, feeling the tears pour down my cheeks.
“Doing what?”
“Because I want this. I want you.”
“But--”
“I love you, Vanessa.”
“Wh-what?”
“I love you,” he said it again.
My mouth fell open and I sank deeper into the rocking chair. The room was suddenly spinning. My eyes felt like swamps filled with tears, my mouth was as dry as sandpaper, and my hands were shaking in my lap.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know this is overwhelming and you probably need time to process everything. I can give you some space…”
I watched as he edged back towards the door and started to turn away.
“Wait,” I said.
He hovered in the doorway and his grey eyes flashed down towards mine.
I thought your entire life only flashed before your eyes during car crashes or near-death experiences…but when I looked into those grey eyes, I saw my entire life flicker in front of me:
I saw my father storming out, and I heard my mother crying for him to come back. I saw every creepy guy who ever tried to hit on me, and I saw every girlfriend that I had ever watched cry over a guy. I saw weddings and funerals; first dates and one-night-stands. I saw sex and kisses and tears and break ups. I saw Josh and that night under the moonlit night sky at Elizabeth Park. I saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test, and I heard Josh’s voice saying “pinky promise…”
And then I blurted it out:
“I love you, too.” The words felt shaky and strange, because I had never said them before. But as soon as they came out, I knew that I meant them with every fiber of my being. So just for good measure, I said it one more time: “I love you, Josh Hudson. I love you, and I want you, too…”
“What are you saying, Pinky?” he asked. “Are you saying you want to be a family?”
“I want to be a family,” I nodded slowly.
A smile spread across his face and with one stride forward he was whisking me out of the rocking chair and into his arms. His lips were on mine before I had a chance to catch my breath, and I found myself spinning around and around in his arms as we kissed…
“Ahem,” there was a soft knock on the door, and all at once the room stopped spinning. Josh set me down gently by his side, and we both turned to see that Brie had poked her head back through the door.
“I just got a call that another buyer is coming to scope out this place,” she said. “If you want to make an offer, we have to move fast.”
“Your call, Pinky,” Josh said, glancing down at me. “Do you want this place?”
“I really don’t think I can afford it…”
“This one’s on me,” Josh assured me with a wink.
I turned slowly back to Brie.
“It really is perfect,” I said slowly. “It’s exactly what I always dreamed of, actually.”
“So…is that a yes?” Brie asked anxiously.
I bit down on my bottom lip and my eyes flicked back up to Josh.
“No,” I decided suddenly. “I don’t think this is the right place for me-- for us.”
“No?” Brie repeated, stunned.
“No,” I said again. “Actually…I think I might want something in Hartford, after all…”
“But…I thought this was your dream?” Josh sounded shocked.
“Sometimes dreams change,” I shrugged. “New York City will always be here, but Hartford is our home. I can’t think of anywhere else that I’d rather raise our baby.”
“Are you positive?” Josh asked.
“Absolutely,” I said. “Every time I come to the city, I just find myself wanting to go back home…”
“In that case,” he grinned down at me. “Let’s get you home, Pinky...
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN | JOSH
The afternoon rush hour was still a few hours away, but the northbound I-95 had already been reduced to a parking lot: cars were wedged, bumper to bumper, across all three lanes of the Connecticut Turnpike. Car horns blared incessantly from all directions, and the procession of bright red brake lights extended into the distance as far as the eye could see.
At this rate, we’ll never get back to Hartford…I thought grimly from behind the steering wheel of my pickup truck.
On a good day with light traffic, I prided myself in making the trip in two hours, on the dot. In today’s traffic, I knew that I would be lucky if I got us home in under four hours.
It didn’t help matters that my cock still hadn’t stopped throbbing since we left the salon in Brooklyn. And it really didn’t help that Vanessa couldn’t seem to sit still in the passenger seat next to me. All I could think about was getting her home, and getting her out of those clothes…
The car in front of me scooted a few feet up and I released the brake pedal to coast forward and fill the gap. Just as the truck started to roll, a gold sedan darted into my lane from the right.
“Oh hell no!” Vanessa gasped, flicking her eyes towards me. “He’s trying to cut in front of us!”
“It doesn’t matter,” I sighed. “None of us are getting anywhere fast.”
“It does matter! It’s basic decency not to cut people off in traffic. You can’t let him in!”
Traffic had stopped again, and the gold sedan was stuck: its front left wheel had made it into my lane, but the rest of the car still hadn’t crossed over the white dotted line on the road.
“What’s the matter?” I grinned playfully. “Feeling horny?”
She grumbled something, but her cheeks still filled with pink.
“Go on,” I said, nodding to the steering wheel. “You can honk my horn…”
“I’ll do more than that, if you make sure this asshole stays in his lane,” Vanessa’s eyes twinkled up at me. My cock throbbed through my pants.
“Oh yeah?” I grinned. “Let’s see what you got, Pinky…”
Vanessa returned my dirty grin, then she leaned across the center console of the truck and poised her fist over the steering wheel, ready to punch down on the horn.
The car in front of us moved forward, leaving another gap of space on the road. I immediately tapped the gas pedal and the engine rumbled as the truck lurched forward. At that same instant, the gold sedan attempted to slide forward and merge the rest of the way into my lane. But I wasn’t having it…and neither was Vanessa. She shoved her p
alm down on the horn as I swerved around the sedan, effectively blocking them from cutting me off.
In the rear-view mirror, we could see the gold sedan trapped between two lanes of traffic as a chorus of car horns honked angrily around him.
“You and I make a good team, Pinky,” I grinned her way. Her eyes were still twinkling, but she wasn’t watching the scene unfolding in the rear-view mirror anymore. Instead, her eyes had landed on the bulge protruding from the front of my pants.
“Are these windows tinted?” she asked.
“Tinted to twenty-percent. But don’t tell anyone. They’re technically illegal in Connecticut.”
“So…nobody can see inside?”
“Nobody can see a thing,” I raised an eyebrow. “Why? You got something you’re trying to hide?”
She just grinned even wider, and then her hands found the fly of my jeans. She ripped the zipper down with one tug, then she palmed the shape of my stiff shaft through the fabric of my briefs.
“I never did get around to tasting you…” she said slowly, licking her lips. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.
“You sure we should be doing this?” I asked, glancing at the seat belt stretched across her lap. “I mean…is it safe?”
“Shut up and drive,” she hissed, slipping her hand through the opening in the front of my briefs. Considering we hadn’t moved more than fifteen feet in the last five minutes, I had a hard time protesting.
I felt her fingers wrap around my cock and I almost came on the spot, just out of relief. I melted back into my seat, powerless to stop her as she pulled my tingling shaft out through the front of my briefs and started stroking.
Traffic was at a stand-still, and I glanced around at the other cars on the road. They were all completely oblivious to the fact that I was about to go on a wild ride, without ever leaving the road…
For most of the drive, sliding into Vanessa’s hot, slick pussy had been the light at the end of the tunnel; my own personal pot of gold. But as her hand squeezed and stroked, it was the thought of her mouth that sent me closer and closer to the edge…
Reading my mind, her eyes flicked up and she licked her lips slowly.
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