He closed his eyes as I used my legs to go up and down over his cock. "Fuck, Baby!" he said as he grabbed both of my ass cheeks. His hands glided up my back as I leaned into them causing my body to arch and his cock to hit the right spot.
My legs started to burn as I continued to ride his shaft over and over. I felt myself getting close to release. I looked at his face and knew he was close, too.
"I'm gonna come," I whispered.
"Me too."
Brandon groaned as his body suddenly stilled, then he began to come. I slowly continued to ride him as my body tingled with pleasure. I sat completely up, with his cock still inside me and rested my head on his shoulder. "I love you," I murmured.
"I love you, too," he said and then kissed my left shoulder lightly.
We stayed like that for a few more minutes. I was sure I heard a knock as I lifted myself off of him. We quickly cleaned up and dressed. Exiting the bathroom, I heard another knock. I opened the door to find Ryan standing there.
"You did not just have sex in my old bed, did you?"
"Nope!" I said as we quickly exited her room towing Brandon by the hand.
"Good because I might have to kill you if you had."
We all started laughing as we walked down the stairs into the foyer.
*~*~*
Two days later, I woke with a sinking feeling in my stomach. On my lunch break Brandon and I were going with Christy to her doctor's appointment. I, of course, was going to support Brandon. I had no intention of speaking with Christy––I didn’t even want to look in her direction.
My plan was to remain in the waiting room while Brandon and Christy went in to meet with the doctor. To our surprise, Christy wouldn't let Brandon in the room. She told him and the doctor's assistant that she was not comfortable with him in the room. This might work out better since I would probably have a million things running through my head with them in the exam room and me waiting.
Brandon and I sat quietly in the waiting room while Christy was being examined. I looked around the room that was filled with children's books, pregnancy magazines and toys. I never imagined myself sitting in a room like this and not being pregnant.
Brandon's hand clenched mine as his right leg bounced up and down. I could tell he was nervous and anxious. I was trying not to show how nervous I was. The receptionist and other assistants whispered behind the front desk, giving us furtive glances. I figured it wasn't every day that the girlfriend of the baby's father went to the appointments. It wasn't like I had demanded to be in the exam room or anything.
Christy finally exited into the waiting room and she and Brandon settled the appointment fee. When we stepped out into the hall she shoved the ultrasound into Brandon's chest. "Here!" she said and continued to walk down the hall. Brandon and I stopped and looked at the black and white ultrasound.
We stared at the picture for a few minutes not saying anything. A little oblong object was surrounded by a dark circle; the dark circle was surrounded by lighter shading. Baby Montgomery with the date and time was on top of the picture.
Looking at the tiny person stilled my heart. It was a piece of someone who I loved, but not a piece of us. I wanted to cry as the realization began to sink in. Was I really ready to help raise someone else's child? Someone who wished I didn’t exist?
I looked up at Brandon, his eyes were glossed over. "You made that," I whispered. He looked up from the picture into my eyes. I could tell his heart was breaking––this was not what he wanted. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we both cried into each other's shoulders.
*~*~*
Brandon dropped me off at work. I wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon consoling him, but my boss would only allow me to take a long lunch. She was working on a deadline and needed my help.
I kissed Brandon lightly as I exited his car. We were both quiet on the drive over and didn't say anything as I got out of the car. There were no words. We both knew we didn't want this. There was nothing he could do about it and I wasn't ready to leave him over it.
I stepped into the bathroom before heading to my desk to freshen up my make-up. I didn't want all my co-workers asking me what was wrong. They didn't know my situation, only that I was happy and dating someone new. When I finally made it to my desk, I placed my cell phone down on my desk just as Brandon texted me:
Brandon: I love you!
Fighting back tears again, I texted back:
Me: I love you too!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The next couple of nights, Brandon and I stayed at his place. On Wednesday he went to poker night but didn't stay long. He was still shaken up by the ultrasound. I knew once he held the baby in his arms, he would fall in love. I bought a picture frame for the ultrasound and placed it on the desk in his home office. I also put a framed picture of myself on his desk so he would remember I was always here for him.
I was cooking dinner when Brandon's phone rang. His face lit up, something I hadn't seen since Saturday night at Ryan's engagement party. "Hi Mom," he said as he answered his phone.
"I'm doing good, how are you and Dad?... You are?... When?...This Sunday?... Yes, of course, I can't wait to see you... I have someone I want you to meet... Yeah, it is really serious... Her name is Spencer... Yes, she is a girl... Mom, I will tell you all about her when I pick you and Dad up from the airport... Okay, I love you too, tell Dad hello... Okay, bye."
When Brandon was talking to his mom about me, he would look over in my direction and smile. I missed that smile. "So my parents are coming this Sunday and staying the night. They are flying to Hawaii on Monday morning," he said from the couch in the living room.
"That's awesome! When was the last time you saw them?"
"Christmas."
"Wow, it has been a long time."
"Yeah, they are really busy. My dad is trying to retire though."
Brandon's dad was in real estate. He was very successful in the Houston area, but the last few years had been tough with the economy. Though from what Brandon had mentioned before, they were still well off financially like he was.
"I can't wait to meet them," I said.
Meeting the parents was a huge step. I started to get nervous. What was I going to wear? What if they didn't like me? Great, now I was nervous and stressing myself out.
"Spence... they... they don't know about the baby." Sorrow returned to his face.
I turned off the burner on the stove and walked over to where Brandon was sitting on the couch. I knelt down in front of him, grabbing his hands in mine and looked up into his eyes. "They will love this baby just like I will because it is a part of you. They are going to be so happy to be grandparents and like all grandparents, they will spoil your baby."
Brandon had mentioned to me before that he had a younger brother who didn't have kids either nor was he married. Since Brandon was thirty, I figured his parents would be happy to finally be grandparents.
"I hope so. They raised me to get married first and then have kids."
"Babe... this is not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. Once they know what Christy did, they won't be upset. I don't know them but I believe they will accept this baby because it is your baby."
"I hope so."
"I know so."
*~*~*
When Brandon's mom called him, I realized I hadn't spoken to my own parents since my birthday and then only briefly. The last call prior to my birthday had been when I told them that TravAss and I had broken up. I usually talked to my mom at least once a week, so I wondered why she hadn’t called me.
I called my mom and everything was fine. She said that she was just giving me time to mend my broken heart. I told her all about Brandon and that my heart was completely mended. I didn't mention the baby. I wanted them to meet Brandon and fall in love with him first before I mentioned the kicker about our relationship.
My mom was happy for me although a little worried I was moving too quickly into a new relationship. But she said she couldn't wa
it to meet Brandon. She and my dad were not able to come to Ryan's engagement party because of financial reasons, so they decided they would just come to the wedding in May. I told them I would be flying down for Thanksgiving and might bring Brandon. I didn't know if he was going to Texas for the holidays or not, but I needed to see my family.
*~*~*
On Sunday Brandon went to the airport to pick up his parents. Brandon asked me to wait for them at his place so they could catch up a little. I dressed in jeans with a light grey sleeveless blouse that had ruffles down the front, a turquoise cardigan and light grey calf high boots. Brandon assured me I looked adorable and his parents would love me before he left.
When Brandon left he was all smiles -- finally. I nervously walked around the condo, tidying things that really didn't need tidying. I heard Brandon and his parents walk in as I was in the kitchen getting a glass of water. I turned around from the fridge when they walked into the living space.
"Mom, Dad, this is Spencer," Brandon said as I walked over to them, meeting them half way. Brandon wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"Spencer, these are my parents, Robert and Aimee."
"It is so lovely to meet you!" his mom said. I went to shake her hand but she pulled me in for a hug.
Brandon’s mom was my height, curly light brown hair with bangs, a few freckles kissed her cheeks and she looked really young for her age.
"You too," I said then turned to Brandon's dad to shake his hand.
He shook mine in return and gave me a smile. I knew now where Brandon got his smile from. "Yes, it is so good to meet you," he said.
Brandon looked almost like his dad. They had the same smile, same eyes and similar builds. His dad was a little shorter than he was, but you could tell they were father and son.
After our meet and greet, Brandon took their bags up to the second bedroom. I spoke with his parents about how Brandon and I met... leaving the dancing part out. His dad was impressed that I knew how to play poker.
When Brandon returned from putting their bags in the room, his dad mentioned to him that we should have a poker game tonight. Brandon was excited with the idea. His face lit up and he texted Jason and a few other friends I hadn’t met yet who he played with on Wednesdays.
After dinner, we were all going to play at Brandon's condo. He was beaming from ear to ear; this was exactly what he needed.
After a glass of wine and getting to know each other, his parents excused themselves and went to lie down for a few hours before dinner. With the time difference, they said they needed a nap before they would be ready to stay up all night playing poker.
Brandon and I rested as well. The last few days had been emotionally draining and we were both exhausted. I fell asleep with Brandon rubbing my back. When I woke, he was wrapped tightly around me. I didn't want to be anywhere else but in his arms.
*~*~*
We took Brandon's parents to The Waterfront Restaurant for dinner. After his parents finished their first glass of wine and were starting their second, he told them about the baby. At first they both sat there staring at Brandon. Finally his mom spoke.
"I'm... I'm finally going to be a Grandma?" she asked. I could tell she was happy. I felt my whole body relax and Brandon loosened his grip on my hand as he relaxed.
"Yes," Brandon answered.
His mom stood up and rushed around the table and hugged Brandon. My heart melted. I knew they couldn't be mad at him. His dad hugged Brandon as well. They were excited. I think finally Brandon was excited as well. When they all returned to their seats, his mom asked the million dollar question.
"When is she due?"
Brandon and I looked at each other, our eyes wide and eyebrows arched. We had no idea; Christy never told us. I tried to quickly calculate the timeline in my head.
"Well, I think she is almost ten weeks now. So... I think the second week of June."
Brandon's face returned to panic. I think his mom realized and she quickly expressed how delighted she was and couldn't wait to be a grandma.
The rest of dinner went well. We talked about the baby, my work and Brandon and Jason buying the new gym in Seattle. His parents wanted to meet Christy but knew it wouldn't be on this trip. I was happy. The less I saw of her the better.
After dinner we went back to Brandon's condo and not long after we arrived, Jason and Becca showed up. We were setting up the poker table when three of their other friends arrived. Brandon introduced me to Ben, his contractor who remodeled Club 24; Jay, a personal trainer at Club 24 and Vince whom he and Jason met through Ben.
We decided to play tournament style Texas Hold'em and all throw in twenty dollars. Whoever was the last one standing would take it all: one-hundred and eighty dollars. Brandon's mom was out first, followed by Becca and then myself. Like in Vegas, Brandon took me out. I made a plan that I was going to practice and next time take him down... hard and maybe with better winnings, like a full body massage.
While the guys played, we girls chatted and became cocktail waitresses. I was getting along really well with his parents. I could tell that they were good people. Vince was out next and became the permanent dealer. Not long after that Jason was out.
The rest of the guys decided to take a ten minute break. Brandon came over to me where I was sitting on a stool and wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed me on the cheek.
"Are you having a good time?" he asked.
"Well I would be having a better time if you hadn’t taken all my money again!" I said laughing.
"I know of ways you can earn it back." The smile that melted my heart and did other wonderful things to me finally reappeared.
"Oh? I like the sound of that!"
After the break the guys returned to playing. Not long after, Ben and Jay were out, leaving Brandon and his dad. Ben, Jay and Vince all stayed and drank beers with the guys as we ladies continued talking and serving drinks. I felt like I should have started demanding tips after a while.
After what seemed like another hour, Brandon finally lost. His dad took him down with pocket Queens. I had a sneaky suspicion Brandon let him win. Brandon had only a pair of eights and they weren't even pocket eights.
Everyone hung out and helped clean up, and then we all said our goodbyes. Brandon's parents retired to their room and Brandon and I went to his room.
I started to undress in the bathroom and was about to jump in the shower when Brandon came in to do the same.
"Babe, your parents are here!"
"So they are down the hall and we are adults, not teenagers sneaking around, Spence."
"I know. It's... it's just weird."
"It will only be weird if you aren't quiet." Ah and there was that smile again. I thanked my lucky stars for it being back. "Plus we took power naps earlier; you can't be tired, Baby."
I was tired, but with him being in such a good mood, he could make me do anything just with that smile.
We undressed and stepped into the latte colored tiled shower that was big enough for two. There was a seat on the right end when you stepped in. Brandon sat down there.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I just want to watch you for a little bit."
"Um... okay."
The warm water ran down my hair and back as I leaned my head back wetting my hair with my body facing Brandon. Once it was completely damp, I began to massage some shampoo into my hair. I looked over at Brandon, his eyes were dark with desire, his cock long and hard making my belly clench.
I bit my lower lip as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair. Next came the conditioning step, followed by another rinse. I closed my eyes as I tilted my head back under the water, letting the warmth stream down my face. I had to shave my legs, but I’d never done it in front of anyone before. First time for everything, I supposed. Moving closer to where Brandon was sitting, I placed my right leg up between his thighs, resting my foot on the built-in bench.
I shaved my right leg as he peeked several times between my leg
s. When I was done with my right leg, I did the same to my left. Brandon reached out to touch me between my folds. "No touching," I said while giggling and slapping his hand.
"You're killing me, Spence."
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to watch," I said with a wink.
After I was done shaving my left leg, I squirted some shower gel in my hands and started to soap myself, my hands sliding over my breasts until it began to lather. Brandon and I stared at each other. He grabbed his cock in his right hand and began to stroke himself. I spread the lathered suds down my belly inching my way down to my pussy.
Before I could get any further, Brandon stood. "That's enough of that," he said with clenched teeth.
We both stood in the streaming warm water and I rinsed my body free of the soap. Brandon spun me around so I was facing the side wall and ran his hands down my shoulders, to my breast, down my belly and then my pussy. He stroked my clit as I bit my lower lip trying not to moan.
I pressed my left forearm against the shower wall to support myself as I leaned over and spread my legs wider. Brandon ran his hands down my smooth legs as he kneeled down on the floor behind me. I raised my right leg and placed it on the built-in seat.
Brandon was the perfect height for running his tongue between my folds. Two fingers filled me as he pushed them up and down inside my pussy and flicked my clit with his tongue over and over until my body found its sweet release.
We each stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping them around us. Brandon led me to the bed and threw both of our towels on the floor. I scooted back in the bed as he retrieved a condom from the nightstand and slipped it on.
He crawled into the bed and hovered over me as he kissed me on the lips and traveled his mouth down to my breasts sucking on them. My back arched in response as I bit my lower lip against another moan. Brandon rose up a little and then filled me with one swift move, impaling me with his hard, throbbing member.
My arms circled his neck and my legs locked together behind him as he thrust again, deep inside me. He returned his mouth to mine as his tongue and cock worked together, bringing my body to shatter again as I climaxed. He thrust hard into me a few more times until he found his own sweet release, clenching his ass under my ankles as he came.
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