CHAPTER TWELVE
Before I could fully open the door, Brandon pushed it open himself. He pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard while his hands cupped my face. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Without breaking our kiss, he closed and locked the front door and walked to my room.
Entering my room, he closed the door behind him and slowly lowered me down so I was sitting on the edge of my bed. Brandon knelt down on his knees in front of me with his arms on each side of me.
“Spencer, I can explain everything. Please don’t leave me.”
“What? No…”
"Just let me tell you what I need to say.” He looked directly in my eyes. I could tell he had been crying. “Nothing else matters except you, Spencer. Nothing. You're what I want, what I need. Where you are is where I need to be. I need you here in my life with me. Nothing Christy could ever tell me would be as important as you are to me. I'm going to love this baby and be the best father I can, but I want you there with me… I'm… I’m falling in love with you."
“You… you love me?”
“I do! I have never met anyone like you. I can’t get you out of my head. You’re all I think about every day. I hated being apart from you when I was in Seattle and that was only for one day. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Please don’t break up with me.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered, still in shock. He told me he loved me. My head was spinning, but I felt the same way as he did. I had fallen in love with him, too.
“You do?” He actually sounded shocked.
“Of course I…” Brandon kissed me again.
Between kisses he started to talk again. “Spencer after all the news... I have heard today… you just made me... so happy!”
Brandon unzipped my dress, letting it slip off my shoulders and down my body until it fell in a silky pool around my feet. He hooked his fingers in my panties as I laid down on the bed and lifted my hips. After stripping me of my panties, Brandon ran his fingers lightly through the hair of my pussy. I could feel the moisture building between my legs.
Leaning down over me, Brandon took my lips and his tongue started to make love to my mouth as if he couldn’t get enough. I drank him in feeding my need, yet it did not remotely begin to quench my thirst for him. He gently sucked on my tongue as I moaned into his mouth.
Two fingers sank into me as his thumb created circles around my clit. I could feel them rubbing and stroking me, moving in and out. My core clenched as his fingers slid deep into my soaked pussy. As I was just on the brink of coming, Brandon stopped moving his fingers.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
“I know, Baby, but I need you to come around my tongue.”
“Oh… oh!” Brandon’s mouth was between my legs.
The heat from his mouth sent shivers up my body as his tongue dipped deep inside. I gripped the comforter as his tongue licked a path from the bottom of my pussy all the way back to my clit and then added pressure on my clit.
He increased his pace as his tongue dipped inside me again. My body clenched building up to an orgasm. His thumb circled my clit as his tongue deepened. I couldn’t resist the pleasure anymore as my pussy clenched around his tongue as I screamed God and his name together. Sorry, Ryan!
I giggled as I realized that Ryan and Max had more than likely heard me.
“It’s not really good for my ego if you laugh after I just went down on you, Babe.”
I couldn’t help laughing again at his slightly disgruntled expression. “Oh no, it was great. More than great actually. But just before you got here, Ryan told me that she has heard us before and then you made me just scream your name.”
“Oh… I forgot they were here.”
“It’s okay, I have heard them plenty of times. We will probably hear them in a minute.”
*~*~*
“Happy birthday, Baby!”
I looked at the clock and it was 12:01 a.m.
“Thank you!” I said as he leaned down and kissed me.
“I know we had planned to go to Santa Cruz today, but I was hoping that maybe we could just get away together––just you and me. After all of Christy’s bullshit, I just want to be locked in a hotel room with you.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that!”
“You think Ryan would mind?”
“I don’t think so. I mean, she and Max are back together now so I’m sure they would enjoy some alone time. Plus I can do something Sunday night with her…. Where were you thinking?”
“I don’t know… maybe…. Pebble Beach?”
“Oh, I have never been. That sounds perfect!”
*~*~*
We arrived in Pebble Beach around noon. Brandon had made reservations at The Inn at Spanish Bay.
“Checking in for Montgomery,” Brandon said as we approached the Front Desk of the hotel.
“Yes, Mr. Montgomery, we have you checking in to an ocean view room for one evening.”
“Yes, that is correct.”
I glanced around the lobby as Brandon was checking in, taking in my surroundings. There were a few people relaxing on the gold colored couches that sat across from an unlit fireplace.
“Would you and Mrs. Montgomery like one or two keys?” Mrs. Montgomery? I stopped looking around and turned my attention to Brandon, curious how he would react to the clerk’s assumption that I was his wife.
Brandon turned and looked at me while winking. “Two please.”
The clerk handed us our keys while Brandon grabbed my hand, tucking it around his arm. “Well come along, Mrs. Montgomery.” I blushed at his comment.
Our room had a spectacular view of the ocean. We had a balcony we could sit on which overlooked the golf course as it lined the coast. It was breathtaking. While looking out the sliding door to the balcony, Brandon came up and wrapped his arms behind me as he kissed my neck.” What do you want to do first, Birthday Girl?”
“I just want to relax and enjoy this view for a while.”
“Okay, why don’t we order room service for lunch and then tonight we can go to dinner for your birthday?”
“Sounds good to me.”
I really didn’t care. All I needed was here in this room. We ordered room service and opened a bottle of champagne that we picked up on the way to Pebble Beach. This was already turning out to be one of the best birthdays I have ever had. Despite recent events.
“Do you want to open your gifts now or later?”
“I have presents?” I was as giddy as a schoolgirl.
“Of course, it is your birthday...here this is your small gift,” he said as he pulled a long velvet box out of his duffel bag.
“Jewelry is a small gift?”
“Just open it, Spencer.”
I slowly lifted the lid. Jewelry was a huge step. I knew we loved each other but… “A key?” Okay, this was not what I was expecting.
“It’s a key to my condo.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep, I want you to come over whenever you want even if I am not home... even when I am out of town.”
“Wow, thank you!” I had never been given a key to a guy’s place before. TravAss was my only serious boyfriend since college. He was apparently so wrapped up in himself and Misty that he never wanted me to be unannounced. Come to think of it, I never really spent much time at his place.
“That’s not all… here.” Brandon pulled a big silver bag out of his bag that had white tissue paper stuffed in it to hide the present. “Sorry about the wrapping. I’m a guy.”
“Aw it’s okay.” I smiled at him.
While removing the tissue paper, I noticed a light brown, almost beige leather strap. Finally removing all of the tissue paper my breath caught when I noticed the famous monograms that lined the whole canvas material.
“Oh. My. God. You bought me a Louis? Oh my God––oh my God–– oh my God!” Now I really was giddy. I was jumping up and down, not hiding my enthusiasm.
“I did,” he said
with a wink.
“Oh my God, how did you know?” As soon as the words left my mouth I remembered…Vegas.
“Well, I felt bad when I won your money in Vegas so you couldn’t buy your Louis.”
“Ryan has a big mouth.” We both laughed.
“Yes, but seeing how happy you are with your gift, I think I owe her.” Grinning at me, he kissed my nose.
“I love it! Thank you so much. This is officially the best birthday ever.”
“It’s not over, yet, Spence.” And there was the sexy smirk that always melted my heart and other things.
“Oh?” Brandon’s mouth covered mine as his tongue slipped into my mouth. No matter how much we kissed, I could never get enough of his taste. His hand slipped under my shirt and cupped my right breast. I entwined my fingers in his hair and kissed him harder.
Before we could go any further, there was a knock at the door. It was room service. Brandon answered the door as I adjusted my shirt. While Brandon talked to the room service waiter, I slid open the balcony door and leaned on the railing, closing my eyes for a moment as I soaked in the beautiful sea weather. It was a warm day but not overly so. In a word, it was perfect.
“Your bacon cheeseburger and fries have arrived, my lady,” Brandon said as he bowed.
“Why thank you, kind sir!” I said as I curtsied and giggled.
Brandon set our dome covered plates next to our glasses of champagne on the small table between the two chairs on the balcony. We sat there watching a few golfers play in front us as we ate our burgers and fries.
*~*~*
I’m not sure how long we sat out on the balcony, but the sun started to set as Brandon cradled me in his lap with my head on his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs hung over the side of his knee. I didn’t want to move, but I was sure Brandon was starting to get uncomfortable.
Just as I was about to get up and stretch my legs, Brandon asked, “You want to go have a drink by the fire pits?”
Out the back doors of the lobby, The Inn at Spanish Bay had fire pits that had a view of the ocean. There were five total with benches surrounding each one. The weather had turned cooler. It wasn’t quite cold yet but I knew as the night went on, it would get chilly.
Brandon and I were sitting on a bench that faced the ocean. His arm was around my shoulders as I snuggled into his side. I was drinking my go to drink, a vodka cranberry, while Brandon nursed a beer.
We talked to a young couple from Maine that was also there on vacation while we ordered another round of drinks. The lady was a nutritionist and I spoke with her about my company's website. Brandon and the man talked sports and at one point I heard them make a gentleman's bet about the Yankees and Giants playing against each other in the World Series.
After the sun had set, Brandon and I excused ourselves and went to dinner at Roy’s, the hotel’s restaurant. I ordered my favorite dessert, Crème Brulee, after we finished our entrees. Deciding to work dinner off, we took a walk along the path behind the hotel. My new Louis vibrated as we were heading back to the hotel. I grabbed my phone out of my purse to reply, assuming it was one of my friends wishing me a happy birthday. Only it wasn’t.
Christy: Don’t think that just because he is with you now means he won’t end up with me!
This time I was able to recognize the number as Christy’s. She was really starting to piss me off.
“Your baby momma is texting me again,” I said while handing Brandon my phone.
“God, when is she going to give it a rest?”
“Probably never.” Honestly, women like that did not let shit rest until you were broken up. But there was no way that was happening. Brandon handed me back my phone. I started to put it back in my purse but realized he texted her back:
Me: Christy give it a rest. You’re nothing to Brandon, he loves me and I love him. You’re nothing but an incubator for his unborn child!
“Oh my God you’re bad!” I said while laughing and slapping Brandon on the arm.
“She is crazy. I still can’t believe she poked holes in the condoms. Who does that?”
“Are you ready to talk about it?” The night air had turned chilly as a light breeze blew in my hair.
“I am ready whenever you want to talk about it, but it doesn’t have to be now. I don’t want to ruin your birthday.” Brandon wrapped his right arm around my shoulder and rubbed my right arm when he noticed I shivered from the wind.
“Babe, it won’t ruin my birthday. Everything that has happened today has been amazing! I love you so much and I want to talk about it. We need to talk about it.”
“What do you mean need to talk about it?”
“I mean it’s good if you talk about it. You can’t keep it bottled up.”
“I know. Fine, but we are taking a bath first. We’ll talk later, I promise.”
“A bath?”
“This room has a tub with jets, you’re cold, I'm cold and I have been thinking about us taking a bath together, so that is exactly what we’re going to do.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that and I do need my butt warmed,” I said with a wink.
*~*~*
The water was warm with bubbles overflowing the sides as Brandon and I stepped into the small oval tub. The tub was clearly made for one but we didn’t care. Brandon’s legs reached the top of the tub and my own legs rested on his ankles as I sat in front of him, my back reclining against his chest.
Brandon turned on the jets on the tub causing the water to ripple. I couldn’t feel the jets as they were behind Brandon’s back. Instead of enjoying the massage of the jets, he grabbed a bottle of my shower gel and squirted some into his hand. He returned the bottle to the left corner of the tub and began to rub the gel over my shoulders. The smell of French tulips, cherry blossoms and champagne filled my nostrils.
The gel began to foam as he continued rubbing the shower gel down my back. His right hand slipped to my front as he spread the foam around my right breast and nipple. I felt his cock starting to harden against my lower back.
His left hand glided across my left breast as he started kneading them both lightly in his hands. I bit my lower lip as I groaned. His hands glided down my belly as his erection grew even harder. His right hand continued down my body as his left returned to my breasts.
My legs spread a little wider as he parted his legs as far as they would go against the sides of the tub. His right hand started to massage my inner thigh as his left hand wrapped around my breast as he leaned me back against his chest.
The hand that was on my thigh began to rub my mound as his finger teased the lips of my pussy. Brandon kissed my neck as a finger slide into me. “Fuck!” I moaned as another finger entered. I closed my eyes as my hands gripped firmly on his thighs, the pressure slowly building. His thumb caressed my clit as his fingers slowly slid in and out of my center.
His cock throbbed against my back. I raised my ass a little off the bottom of the tub, my hands still gripping his thighs as I slowly moved up and down as his cock rubbed against my spine. Making waves, water splashed over the edge of the tub as I glided my back up and down over his length.
Brandon’s fingers thrust harder into my pussy as his thumb rubbed my clit. “Don’t stop,” he whispered in my ear. Continuing to sway up and down our breaths became heavy with pants. I let out another groan as pleasure vibrated through me. Brandon kissed the top of my shoulder. “Let’s move this to the bed.”
We got out of the tub and before I could grab a towel, Brandon was tugging my hand and leading me to the bed. We were both dripping wet. I lay on the bed as he put on a condom. I wanted to tell him that he didn’t need a condom because I was on the pill, but after Christy’s news, I held my tongue.
Brandon approached the bed as I rose onto my hands and knees. He got on his knees behind me in the center of the bed and ran two fingers along the lips of my pussy. My body shuddered as my pussy was still sensitive from my orgasm.
I peeked over my left shoulder
as his fingers gathered my juice and he ran his hand over his cock. He spit into his hand providing extra lubrication. The swollen head of his shaft inched closer to my pussy as it rubbed back and forth over the opening before he began to thrust inside me slowly. My head straightened towards the head of the bed as I arched my back in response to his cock filling me.
His hands gripped my hips as his cock slid farther into me. His hips thrust as his grip rocked my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust. I reached between my legs as I steadied myself on one arm and began to massage my clit.
My fingertip circled my clit rapidly as Brandon’s breath began to quicken. He pushed deeper into me again and again. I let out a moan as an orgasm washed over me. Brandon thrust a few more times and then groaned at his own release.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The comforter on the bed was still damp as Brandon and I crawled back into bed after a “real” shower. The night air had cooled tremendously and Brandon wrapped me in his arms to keep me warm while waiting for the heater to warm the room.
“Babe… I really wish I wasn’t having a baby with someone else. I can’t believe this is happening to me,” Brandon said after a long sigh.
“I know. I can’t believe it either. I know women are crazy, but tricking you into getting her pregnant is beyond crazy.” I turned over so we were face to face, both lying on our pillows.
“I have waited my whole life to find ‘the one’, marry her and then start a family. I have always used protection, even when they told me they were on birth control. I just… I just can’t believe this.”
“I truly believe things happen for a reason. I’m not sure of the reason for this just yet, but I know you will get through this. Children bring joy into your life and I know you will be an amazing father.”
“I just thought my life was starting to go the way I wanted it to go. Business is picking up, I don’t need to worry about money and… I think… I have finally found ‘the one’.”
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