Schooled in Love

by Emma Nichols

  “I can remedy that. Get into bed. Lose the panties.”

  7

  Brandon

  It felt like all my Christmases had come at once. I was finally back where I belonged. Alongside my Jess, my beautiful, gorgeous wife, who was carrying my baby.

  I ripped my tie off and threw my jacket and shirt to the floor as I watched Jess wiggle out of her panties. How did she manage to make that look as sexy as she did?

  “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  “Me neither. Undress faster.” She slipped under the duvet and watched me as I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor. My rock-hard cock was poking out the top of my shorts. I hadn’t been with her for three months, so I knew this wasn’t going to last long. But I wanted to bring her body to orgasm as many times as possible first.

  Once I was fully naked, I stalked over to the bed and climbed in with her. Her soft hand went immediately to my cock and stroked me gently. I rose above her and grasped her knees, pushing them apart so I could fit nicely between them. Her hand fell from my cock as I used it to gently stroke her clit. She was wet and juicy for me, but I didn’t want to slip inside her yet.

  I started with kisses to the slender column of her throat, working my way down until I could run my tongue over her pebbled nipples. I loved the pink color of them, and the way they stood to attention for me. I nibbled, licked, and sucked at them until her head was pushing into the pillow beneath her and her pussy was pressing onto my cock. I loved how I could always make her come this way.

  “Brandon,” she whimpered. I knew what she wanted.

  “Not yet.” I ran my lips over her tummy and to the apex of her thighs. She was glistening, and I couldn’t resist having a taste.

  “Yes,” she chanted, as her right leg hooked over my shoulder and drew me in closer. She relentlessly moved her hips against my face as I kept the rhythm from my tongue going. She climaxed as I dipped my tongue inside, and her taste of heat and honey was almost enough to push me over the edge. Her legs went limp as I crawled up the bed. Her eyes were closed, and her chest was heaving. I was poised and ready at her entrance, and I slipped in slowly. She was tight, hot, and wet. Her eyes popped open and she smiled at me.

  “I missed this.”

  “I’m never leaving again,” I said as my hips surged forward, and I was filling her. This was where I was meant to be and I’d never fuck it up again.

  “I won’t let you go.” Her hands gripped my sides as she rose her hips off the bed. My tongue skimmed her trembling lips as I urged her to carry on. I withdrew and slid home again, and as I watched her face, need flowed through her features, so I reared back and slid deeper, which provoked a cry of pleasure.

  Ripples of bliss started in my lower spine, and I kept up my relentless rhythm as my rapid, shallow breaths covered her skin. I rained kisses over her shoulder as her pussy tightened, and her hips rose off the bed as she cried out her release.

  I pressed her back into the bed and took my fill of her as I loomed over her. Molten waves of satisfaction erupted through me as I spilled my seed into her.

  I remained hovering over her as I slipped out of her body. Her eyes were still closed, and a smile graced her lips.

  “Open your eyes,” I whispered. Her eyes slowly opened as she yawned.

  “Sorry, I’m just tired.” I relaxed to the side of her and she curled up against me. “The baby has made me real tired lately,” she said on a yawn. I reached over her and flicked the bedroom lamp off.

  “Sleep, gorgeous. I love you. Sweet dreams.”

  “Night, babe. Love you.”

  I held her in my arms and watched her sleep until my eyes became heavy. I made a stupid decision three months ago, and I would not make the same mistake twice. She was mine forever, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

  Jessica

  One year later

  The cries of our little girl had me jumping out of bed almost immediately, even though I was so tired.

  “I’ll get her. You go back to sleep,” Brandon said as he ambled over to her cot and picked her up. She was now six months old and had Brandon’s dark hair and brown eyes. All her other features were purely mine. She was my little double.

  We had made the decision together to move back to England as a family. We had our livelihood set up here and this was where we wanted to raise our baby.

  “She probably needs feeding.” I sat up in bed and began to lift my top up. My breasts were aching from being full of milk.

  “I can bottle feed her. I need to start if you want to go back to work soon.”

  “I’ll feed her now and you can start her on the bottle later.” I held out my arms for her and she wiggled to get to me.

  Once she was in position, a sigh of relief left my body. I would be glad when I didn’t have to do this anymore, but I’m happy that I started. It definitely made me feel closer to her. I gazed down at her and watched her feed. I hadn’t realised that Brandon had left the room until he came back and placed a cup of tea on the bedside table next me.

  “I’m going to jump in the shower.” He kissed me briefly on the lips, and I enjoyed watching his sexy arse as he walked away.

  Aubrey had fallen asleep whilst feeding. I moved her onto my shoulder and she let out some wind. I climbed to my feet carefully and placed her back into her cot. When she didn’t stir, I jumped with joy and hurried to the en-suite to join my husband in the shower. I left the door open so I could hear if she woke up.

  Brandon moaned low in his throat as I wrapped my arms around him and grabbed his growing cock in my hand.

  “I need you,” I whispered in his ear, before nibbling on it. He spun around in my arms and lifted me off the floor, pressing my back into the cold wall tiles. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slid slowly into me.

  “Do you know what I think?” He grunted as he held my hands against the tiles and repeatedly pushed in and out of me.

  “What?” I gasped as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

  “I think you shouldn’t go back to work, and we should have another baby.”

  “No, Brandon.” My head fell back against the tiles as he let go of my wrists and grabbed hold of my hips before pulling me off the wall slightly to change the angle. “Your daughter is only six months old. We can’t have another one yet.”

  We were both panting, and Brandon covered my mouth with his as we both came together. I was a screamer, so he had to find ways to keep me quiet.

  “It may be too late.” Brandon smiled as I realised that we hadn’t use a condom.

  “We’ll let fate decide.” I kissed him once more before he put me back on the ground. I quickly washed up before climbing out and stealing his towel.

  “Hey, what am I supposed to do, drip dry?” he complained. I wrapped his towel around me and hurried to the cupboard in the hallway to grab him a clean one. I threw it at him as he stood on our bedroom carpet dripping water.

  “Love you.” I smiled at him as I began to dress.

  “Love you too, gorgeous.”

  “Jess, can you get the door?” Brandon called out from the kitchen as the doorbell rang.

  “Got it.” I placed Aubrey on her playmat and climbed to my feet.

  I could see through the frosted glass that there were two people standing there. I hoped to god that they weren’t selling anything, as I just can’t say no. We have a cupboard full of useless stuff I’ve bought over the years.

  “Oh, my god!” I screamed as I saw Megan and Kent standing there. Megan had their son in her arms, he was gorgeous with his head of red hair. “What are you guys doing here? Come in, come in.” I stood back and let them in. I ushered them into the living room. “Brandon, look who’s here.”

  Brandon came strolling out of the kitchen with the baby’s bottle, full of milk, in his hand. He was really keen to start feeding our daughter. I almost felt bad that he hadn’t been able to bond with her the way that I had. But her e
yes lit up everytime he walked into the room. They had their own special little bond.

  “Oh, hey, guys. Nice to see you. Long way from home, aren’t you?” He picked Aubrey off the floor and cradled her in his arms as he began to feed her. “Come and sit down. Do you want a drink?”

  “No, we’re good, thanks,” Megan replied as she pulled her son’s coat off and sat him on her lap. “This is Carter.”

  “Hi, Carter,” I cooed at him. He gave me a toothy smile before snuggling into Megan’s chest.

  “He’s a little bit shy.” Megan glanced over at Aubrey. “Your daughter is gorgeous. What did you name her?”

  “Aubrey,” Brandon replied.

  “It’s so great to see you. How long are you visiting for?” I shifted the conversation back to find out how long my best friend was going to be around.

  “We’re here for a year. Kent’s company moved him here to help out one of the failing divisions.”

  “Here in Chelsea?” I asked. She nodded and I squealed. “We’re going to have so much fun. Play dates, girls night out.” I was excited that my friend from school was going to be so close. I had missed her a lot, especially after seeing her at the reunion.

  Kent’s phone started ringing. He climbed to his feet, excused himself and walked out of the room to answer it.

  “Are you ok?” I asked Megan as I grabbed her hand. She didn’t seem her normal self. She was quiet and a bit withdrawn.

  “Yeah. We’ve just been travelling a lot for his work over the last year. I want to settle down somewhere. Have some routine for Carter. It’s been just me and him for a long time now. Kent’s so busy with his work.”

  “Well now you have me.” I pulled her close for a hug, making sure not to squish Carter.

  “Thanks, Jess.” She smiled at me.

  “Honey, we’ve got to go. Work emergency. I’ll drop you back at the house.” Kent picked Carter up of Megan’s lap and placed him on his hip.

  “Stay with us for the afternoon. We have no plans. The kids can play and we can catch up.”

  “Are you sure?” Megan looked happy that she wouldn’t have to sit in an empty house by herself.

  “Absolutely.”

  “I’m going to stay here for a little while,” Megan told Kent as she climbed to her feet.

  “Ok. I’ll try not to be too long.” He kissed her before kissing Carter on the cheek and handing him back to her. “Love you.”

  “I love you too. Bye.”

  Kent left, and Megan and I went to the kitchen to make some lunch, leaving Brandon in charge of the kids.

  “Jess.” I looked at Megan and she took her jacket off to show me a small baby bump.

  “Oh, my god, you’re pregnant again?”

  “Yeah. That’s why I want to stop the travelling. Kent doesn’t know.”

  “How does he not know?”

  “He’s been too preoccupied with work. I’m always in bed before he gets home and he’s always gone again in the morning before I get up.”

  “Are you happy?” I was concerned for my friend.

  “I’m happy that I’m pregnant. I’m just not happy that I’ll probably have to do it all by myself as he’s so busy with work. Does it make me a bad person that I wished he didn’t work as much?”

  “Not at all.”

  “I mean, I love our home in Pennsylvania, and he’s worked hard to give us all the best stuff that we will ever need. But I miss him. I’m sure Carter does too.”

  “I get that. You don’t want him to miss out on your children growing up.”

  “Exactly.”

  “You need to talk to him.” I raised my eyebrow at her. That was the same advice she gave me twelve months ago when Brandon didn’t know that I was pregnant.

  “I will. Oh, it’s like déjà vu but the tables have turned to me instead.”

  “It’ll all work out. You’ll see.” I gave her a hug and we continued to make lunch.

  Brandon looked at me over his shoulder as he strolled around the living room, winding our daughter. He smiled and winked at me. Our eyes stayed connected together and I was grateful for the family I had.

  I loved the life that Brandon and I had built together. We had five successful dog grooming businesses around the UK, all fully staffed and managed excellently. Brandon oversaw the running of them all, and when I finally go back to work, I’ll head over to the grooming salon in Chelsea that I inherited from my aunt and work part time. Making sure that I still have plenty of time to spend with my family.

  Going to that ten-year reunion was the best decision I had ever made. It had changed my life for the better and reunited me and my one true love.

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  The End

  About the Author

  Kacey Hamford is a pen name for me (Kelly). I am in my thirties and started this journey in 2014, I love to read romance books about rockstars, so thought I would have a go at writing one myself. I really enjoyed it and got a boost of confidence once my books started selling.

  I have gone on to write a young adult series, set in a college.

  I also have an MC series, it was something different for me to write and I enjoyed it so much, especially when I got readers telling me they would love to read books about the sub characters.

  I work full time as a dog groomer, I love to read and my friends and family are very important to me. They are all so supportive of my writing career and encourage me to carry on.

  A Weekend to Remember

  Michelle Irwin

  A Weekend to Remember Copyright © 2018 by Michelle Irwin

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. The following story is set in Australia and therefore has been written in UK/Australian English. The spelling and usage reflect that.

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  A Weekend to Remember

  After learning of the high school reunion, Zachary Whitlam reaches out to Maddison, the girl he fell in love with back then. His proposal is simple—forget everything they have going on in their real lives and spend the weekend together in nostalgic bliss.

  Only life has changed for them both and the weekend will reveal more than either of them expect.

  1

  Zachary

  “Maddison Sawyer.” The woman at the front of the queue gave her name to Mrs. Williams.

  I had to smile that she’d already arrived and just three people ahead of me. She was the one person I’d been looking forward to seeing most of all since receiving the invitation to the reunion at St. Martin’s Academy.

  And I had a whole weekend to get reacquainted with her.

  Sliding out of the line as much as I dared without losing my place, I examined the woman at the registration table and sighed. She was still as beautiful as the day I’d fallen in love with her back when we were both juniors. My heart still skipped a beat as I watched her smile and laugh with the coordinator.

  I closed my eyes and recalled tracing my hands through her short blonde hair. Losing myself in her crystal blue eyes. Practicing kissing until I’d gone from an inexperienced loser to someone whose kisses were legendary—at least according to Maddison and her friends. God, we’d been so perfect together.

  Of course, high school romances never go quite as we expect and eventually all good things come to an end, no matter how muc
h we want them to go on forever.

  Her blonde hair had dulled a little over the years. Now it was brassy and limp. It didn’t take away from her attractiveness, but it did hint at the difficulties she’d faced since school.

  Things hadn’t worked out the way we’d hoped, for either of us. We’d said goodbye to so many things. Most of all, we’d bid farewell to the dreams we’d sat up planning late into the night after sneaking out of our respective dorms to meet up in the woods. Those had died before the end of the first summer we’d been out of school.

  Still, I shouldn’t have any complaints about the way my life had gone. Things should have been perfect. From the outside, they might have appeared that way. I had a beautiful wife, three terrific kids—each one still under three. I was exhausted all the time, but I had it easy compared to my wife. At least I’d been able to escape during the day. Sure, it was only to an office and a marginally higher than entry-level position making other people rich in investments.

  It was hardly the rock star lifestyle I’d dreamed about when I was back in the band. Back in school when things were easier, and it felt like our fantasies could become a reality.

  Too bad it was all falling to pieces around me.

  Maddison turned around just in time to catch me watching her. Her blue eyes were no longer depthless crystal pools, but rather shallow mirrors reflecting back the exhaustion that had taken up residence deep in my own bones. I wanted to kiss away her agony.

  Never taking my gaze from hers, I pressed my lips together as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. Her lips curled in a way that told me she knew exactly what I was doing. Almost as if she could see the direction of the thoughts running through my head.