When wrong feels so right

by Mia Ford

  “Yes,” she finally agrees, putting me out of my misery. “Let’s go and see this big mansion of yours.”

  Chapter 25 – Lola

  “Wow, so this is your home?” I gush as we walk into the largest home that I’ve ever seen. It’s even bigger on the inside than it appears outside. “This is amazing.”

  My eyes flicker everywhere, I drink all of it in. There’s a reception area with a giant staircase, rooms coming from everywhere, all with gorgeous furniture and wonderful artwork littering the walls. It makes my tiny, shabby cottage look like something in a back garden somewhere… which I suppose in a way it is.

  “Yeah, this is it.” Brandon shrugs modestly. “It was one of the first things I brought when I got my trust fund at eighteen years old. That was back when I was excited to delve head first into the exciting world of business of course. I thought I needed a flashy home to match my flashy life style.”

  “You don’t think that anymore?” I ask, curious as to why he seems unsure about himself.

  “I don’t know. I mean, I still love this house. It’s the one and only thing that I really feel is mine, but I don’t think I need it to match me anymore.”

  I nod slowly, not wanting to get too much into the heavy stuff now. Not when my heart is dancing so excitably over my entire body, driving me wild. Even though I tried to convince myself that I definitely wouldn’t stay out all night when I was getting dressed, I’m pretty sure that this moment has been coming ever since I agreed to come out on this date. Now, I think I might want to know where it’s going to lead.

  “Are you going to show me around then? There’s got to be more to this house than just the hallway.”

  Brandon takes my hand in his and he takes me slowly through his home showing me every single room. As we walk, I’m more interested in the furniture and the objects that he has in his home, because that tells me more about him. I look at the – admittedly very few – photographs that he has up on the wall, giving me a bit of a glimpse into his life. I see the awards that he’s won for business, and the office that’s messier than the rest of the home.

  I love seeing all these bits of his life, it’s interesting to peel back the layers of Brandon.

  “Your kitchen is amazing,” I tell him as we move up the stairs. “But I bet your bathroom is even better.”

  “My bathroom?” He gives me a curious look. “You don’t want to see my bedroom?”

  I shrug and blush. “I mean, I suppose so, but for some reason I want to see your bathroom too.”

  “Oh well that’s great because I have the most amazing wet room.” He smiles and rubs the bottom of my back. “I’m very proud of it.”

  I feel a flutter of electricity racing through my system as his hands brush against my skin and the possibilities suddenly open wide. I remember the moment when the heat of the moment got the better of us and we ended up hooking up on the tractor inside my barn.

  I kinda want to recreate that magic. It was so much fun and I know Brandon started looking at me differently then, as if I was someone he was really attracted to. Remembering that stare sends a powerful shiver racing up and down my spine.

  “Wow, yeah, this is nice.” I step into the bathroom with him still clinging to my hand. “I can see why you wanted this.”

  Once he’s inside with me I yank him to my body and I kiss him hard, but I only hook one hand around his waist because I’m using the other to find the dials to switch the water on. I want to shock him. As I find it, I smile against his lips and I hit it.

  “Oh my God,” Brandon squeals as he’s stunned so much that he jumps away from me. But of course he can’t escape the water because it’s a wet room. The whole ceiling is sprouting water out, absolutely covering him and his expensive suit. “Lola!”

  I giggle and twist my hips playfully. “Oops, sorry. I didn’t know what that button did…”

  Then I grab the bottom of my dress and I yank it up over my soaking wet head, so I’m standing staring at him with just my white, now very see through underwear on. Brandon pauses for a moment, but then he joins in. He strips his clothing off right down to his underwear so we’re both standing across the room, under what feels like warm rain, staring at each other panting desperately.

  “You look so damn beautiful,” Brandon gasps at me. “Better than I remember.”

  Then all of a sudden our bodies have crashed back to bed and we’re kissing like there’s no tomorrow. His hands are all over me and mine all over him too. I want to touch him everywhere, I want to reconnect with every damn inch of him, I’ve missed this body so much that it hurts. It actually aches everywhere. It pulsates and pounds deep in my core.

  As Brandon’s hands struggle to strip off my underwear, I yank off his too. Maybe, after all this time we should take a moment to do this much slower and calmer, but I can’t. The intensity runs so deeply through me that I just have no control whatsoever.

  Brandon pushes me back until I hit the wall and he slides to his knees. The water rushes all over him, covering his face but he doesn’t seem to care. He stares up at me with dark hooded eyes and he grips tightly onto my thighs. I try to grasp onto the wall behind me but there’s nothing to hold onto but soaking wet, shiny tiles which leaves me grasping for nothing.

  My heart hammers hard against my chest, my breaths fall raggedly out of my mouth, my whole body feels needy and desperate. That intensifies as my throat closes and my lungs squeeze shut as Brandon grabs one of my legs and he throws it over his shoulder, leaving me completely and utterly exposed for him. With the water trickling down my hypersensitive body and touching me all over, even in the most intimate of places now, I can feel myself driving closer to a lace that I haven’t been in a very long time. Again, with Brandon I find myself thinking that I almost forgot what it felt like to be this turned on. He just does something to my body that no one else can.

  “So beautiful,” Brandon murmurs into my core. “So damn beautiful.”

  As his mouth moves closer I suck in a deep breath and I hold it there. I’m already dizzy, my head spins like crazy, so this breathlessness doesn’t make much difference.

  “Oh fuck.” Finally, Brandon’s mouth connects with me and it sends me flying. I swear I can see stars as he flicks his tongue everywhere. He plunges into me, then slips it out, then he traces the most incredible feeling patterns all over my clit which are so intense I can hardly stand. His mouth is everywhere, consuming all of me, and to be honest it’s a good job that my leg is on his shoulder. That’s just about the only thing that’s keeping me standing upright. “Oh, Brandon.”

  I’ve missed this. I’ve missed this so much. I’m so glad that I’m here again.

  I take my hands off the wall and run them through his hair. I cling to him tightly. I probably tug at him a little too hard but Brandon doesn’t seem to mind. He digs his fingers into my butt and drags me closer to him so he can really explore all of me.

  It’s too much. I can instantly tell that it’s too much. The sensations are powerful and overwhelming. I’m shuddering, buckling, falling apart, but Brandon is there to keep me upright. He’s sturdy, strong, holding me where I need to be.

  “I’m coming,” I gasp as the orgasm reaches its peak. It surprises me, comes at me from the left field, shaking me, rattling through my veins. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

  Brandon holds me tighter and fucks me with his mouth. The feelings racing through me are like shocking lightening bolts, making everything ache and hurt but in the best way possible. This is definitely it, I will never meet someone that I have such a deep sexual connection with. There’s a reason that it hasn’t been like this before.

  Once I collapse in a heap over Brandon, he reaches across and he flicks the water off. Then he scoops his hands under my legs and carries me out of the room, completely naked, until we reach his bedroom. He lays me down and stretches my body across the most comfortable, soft sheets that I’ve ever felt. They are on another level of amazing.

  “Oh m
y God, your bed,” I groan. “It’s amazing. Especially compared to the awful motel bed I’ve been suffering.”

  “I did offer to get you somewhere better,” Brandon replies as he climbs over the bed and hovers over me. “But you were all stubborn about it.”

  “Yeah, I know. That’s me, stubborn.”

  He dips his head down and connects his lips with me. As he does I can feel his thick erection brushing against me, tempting me, making me desperate for more. I’ve just had all the pleasure zapped from my body, I thought all the energy too, but as I feel how hard Brandon is for me it all comes flooding back. I pulse again, I want him desperately.

  I turn onto my side and I open Brandon’s night side table. I just know that a man like him is always prepared… and I’m proven right. I grab a condom from there and tear it open with my teeth. I shimmy down Brandon’s body and I slowly, tantalizingly roll the latex down over him.

  “You’re so sexy,” Brandon murmurs as I writhe my body back upwards. “So damn sexy.”

  Then with his palms flat on the bed either side of my head he slides himself into me, giving me that phenomenal feeling that my life has been missing for far too long. I grip onto his thick shoulders and buck my hips against him as he rides me hard and fast. I lean up to him and press my lips into his as we move in time, pausing only to nip his lips rapidly for one second.

  As the pressure of pleasure builds, I hold onto him tightly. A tension floods me, it builds and builds until I can’t hack it any longer. Then, in a shocking powerful wave, it explodes out of me hard and fast.

  This is where I need to be right now, I think decisively as the orgasm shatters me like glass. This is right. Mistakes have been made, but that doesn’t have to be the end. If we both want this enough then we can make it work.

  Chapter 26 – Brandon

  “Brandon?” Lola murmurs beside me, knocking me in the side. “Someone is at the door.”

  “Hmm?” I grumble back sleepily while I snuggle further under the duvet. “What?”

  “The door,” she repeats herself without opening her eyes. “Someone’s at the door.”

  As her words wash over me, my eyes snap open. The door? What could that mean? Who is it? I’m not expecting anyone so for some reason that leaves me anxious and scared. No one comes to see me at this time of the morning. I leap up and throw some clothes on at the speed of light while my mind races. This can’t be good, it just can’t be good.

  I thunder down the stairs and towards the front door, looking disheveled and messy. I grab onto the door handle and fling the door open without even asking who’s there.

  “Oh… Dad.” Shit, I don’t know what to do. I know I want to introduce Lola to my father, to make this much more real, but that’s something I want to do on my own terms, not by mistake. Not like this. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes, son. Can I come in?” He doesn’t wait for permission, he just pushes past me and does what he wants as per usual. “What’s going on with you at the moment?”

  “Erm.” I run a hand through my hair and glance towards the stairs. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean the fact that you haven’t been at the office much. It isn’t like you at all. You’ve been very dedicated for the last year and now… now things are changing again.”

  Oh God, this isn’t the chat I need to be having right now. I haven’t decided what I want to do yet so I don’t want to talk about it. “I’ve just had a lot going on, that’s all.”

  “Yeah, Sandi told me. She said you aren’t talking about it to anyone, but everyone knows that there’s some girl in the picture.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Is that true? Are you really throwing everything away for some gold digger?”

  Fucking Sandi. Honestly, what a nightmare. Even when I don’t tell her anything she finds a way to wreck things for me. This has to be a revenge thing because I’m not interested in her. I’ll fire her, if I have a job to go back to. If I even want to go back.

  “Dad, not every woman is a gold digger…”

  I know why he has this opinion, it’s because of my mother, but that doesn’t mean everyone is the same. He might want to throw himself wholeheartedly into work and to just screw around, but that isn’t me. I know that now.

  “Son, don’t be a fucking idiot,” he dismisses me as if I’m a child who knows nothing. “They’re all up to something. You just need to figure out what…”

  I part my lips, ready to yell at him but I don’t get the chance to do so. Before I can say anything, a sugary sweet voice interrupts the pair of us.

  “Hello.” I spin around to see Lola standing on the stairs in one of my oversized tee shirts. “Mr. Heath-Smith, I presume?”

  I give her a warning look as she moves closer with her hand outstretched. She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself in for here. I never let my dad meet anyone, which is why I wanted this meeting to be controlled by me. It’s already spiraling.

  “Yes,” my dad replies coldly. “And you are?”

  “Oh I’m Lola Boots.” Her bright smile seems to disarm him. She has a way of melting people, which I haven’t noticed before. “Good to meet you.”

  “You are dating my son, are you?” He dives right in. “Are you the one who’s made him miss so much work.”

  “Oh.” Lola is taken aback, of course she is. He’s being so rude. Her father has been nothing but nice to me and my dad is like this? It isn’t fair. “Right, well, I don’t know about that…”

  “Dad, what I do is up to me. Don’t you think?”

  “I suppose, but like I just said you’ve been amazing for the past year. Now you’re never about.”

  I nod slowly, wondering how my morning went downhill so drastically. This is supposed to be the time that me and Lola are working things out, seeing what might happen next. I don’t want to be here in the middle of this awkward situation. It’s all wrong.

  “Dad, now isn’t the time and place for this conversation…” I try, but he completely rail roads me as usual.

  “What do you do, Lola Boots? Are you not missing work right now to spend time with Brandon?”

  She holds her head high and answers him confidently. “I care for my father, which is why I’m in the city so he can see a medical specialist. When I’m not doing that I’m running the farm for him, working in the local store to pay for his treatment, oh and I sing.”

  I cringe and slide my eyes closed as I wait for my dad’s scathing response. He won’t like this at all, he’ll see Lola as a small town, country bumpkin who isn’t good enough for me. It’ll make him even more convinced that she’s a gold digger. Then if he ever finds out that I paid for her dad’s treatment he’ll do his nut in. My shoulders hunch up around my ears and I brace myself desperately for what’s about to happen.

  “Well that is impressive.” My eyes snap open as he actually sounds in awe. “You are a very hard working girl. And to look after your father like that, it’s a lot to take on. Do you mind if I ask what’s wrong with him?”

  I take a step back and watch in sheer admiration as Lola somehow charms my father. I know him well and I can tell that he actually thinks she’s something special as she talks all about her father’s illness and the effect that it’s had on him. When she discusses looking after him, she does so in a way that isn’t only a show off at all, which of course impresses my dad. Actually, I’m starting to think that he might like her more than he does me. All the iciness surrounding him has thawed and he’s treating her well.

  “I’m going to make drinks…” I say to them both, but neither of them acknowledge me so I race into the kitchen to try and think this through. My dad is such a hard man, he’s known for being a terrible, harsh person by many people. He started off being cruel to Lola but she’s turned him around. She’s put him in his place. I wish I could do that.

  She really is something else. This just proves it.

  As I walk back into the hallway with the drinks in my hands, my father and Lola are gone. I can hear the
m in the living room, which of course he’s gone into because he thinks he can do whatever he wants, so that isn’t the weird part. The strange bit is it sounds like Lola is singing. To my father. I never thought this meeting would turn out like this.

  Once I get into the living room, I lean up against the door frame and watch her for a moment. She is sitting on the couch with her eyes closed, bellowing out a familiar tune. Actually, it’s the one she was singing on the first night I saw her. When she was up on that stage with her hot pants on, her cowboy boots, her checked shirt… that’s the moment I felt intense desire inside of me that rapidly turned into something more.

  “That was amazing,” Dad says once Lola finishes. “You have a very raw talent.”

  “What on Earth is going on here?” I ask nervously as I bring the drinks inside. “You giving my dad a show?”

  “Actually, the reason I’m interested is because I’ve just invested in a recording company.”

  “You have?” I exclaim in shock. “I didn’t know you were interested in music.”

  “But I do like to have an extensive portfolio. You know that. Music and recording are just my latest thing. I’m interested in Lola’s music and I think it might be something special.” My eyes widen in shock. What is going on? What’s happened to my father? Who is this man? “I want to pursue it. Would you be willing to record a demo?”

  Lola gives me a shocked look, and I can tell she wants to know if this is a good idea or not. I don’t really know what she should do for the best, but I give her an encouraging nod for now. I don’t want to throw her into my father’s scary clutches, but with me there to protect her, it should be fine. I hope.