by Claire Adams
But Del was teaching me something in this moment of pleasure. There was no worry of balance if you were matched up with someone who gave just as much as you gave.
I closed my eyes and gave in to the pleasure she delivered. I gave in reluctantly as my mind tried to fight it. Control was what I was used to. Giving instead of receiving was my norm, but this girl was taking all the norms I was comfortable with and throwing them out the window.
“Now, I’ve got a fun idea,” she said with a mischievous smile on her face as she pressed me toward the bed.
I could see she was enjoying this trip into dominating me, but I’d had enough for the night. My comfort zone was conquered, and I needed to get back to what I was used to. Instead of falling onto the bed like she urged me to with her fingers, I grabbed her hand and quickly threw her onto the bed.
My rough move shocked her at first, but then I saw the lustful smile that crossed her face. She wanted to let me control her just as badly as I wanted to have her under my control.
“Not so fast, little lady,” I said as my hand held her wrists together to prevent her from touching me. “I’ve got my own plans.”
“Mmmm, I do love a man who plans ahead.”
“Yep, I’m a planner. You see, I’ve been planning what I was going to do with you once I got you into this bed. I had all sorts of possibilities in mind, and you just helped me decide which one I should go with.”
“Oh, I’m happy to help,” she said softly.
Her hips pressed up in the air and urged me to pull at her panties. Of course, I had to comply. My free hand quickly rid her of her undergarments, and I moved my mouth to her center to deliver the pleasure I’d wanted to give her for days.
Her body wiggled beneath the power of my tongue, but I didn’t slow down. I didn’t give in to the moans or screams of pleasure that she released. My mission was to deliver her the most mind-blowing oral experience she had ever had. I pulled out every trick I knew: the fingers, the tongue, the flicking and licking of every secret spot. By the time I was done with her, I wanted to feel her legs shaking around my ears, and I would feel that because I didn’t give up until I got my result.
Her whole body quivered with ecstasy and she grabbed my hair tightly as she rode the wave of pleasure. Over and over again, she gave in to the feelings and moaned out with such delight that I smiled while I made her night. Every orgasm I delivered brought me real happiness.
This wasn’t just some girl I was trying to please enough for me to get what I wanted. She was different. I was different when I was with her. I wanted her pleasure. The goal wasn’t the end game of me getting something – the goal was her and I had her right there in my bed.
“Oh…no…I can’t take it,” she moaned as another wave of pleasure rushed through her body.
“I can stop.”
“Don’t you dare,” she said forcefully as she held my head in place with her hand and refused to let go.
I did as I was told and stayed there for what seemed like hours as I made her legs quiver and her body shake with delight. When we finally both gave in to the exhaustion that had taken over, we were drenched in sweat and breathing like two people who had just run a marathon.
“I feel like this is better training for my race than my long runs,” she said breathlessly.
“You run?”
“Yeah, I’m training for a marathon.”
“Could you be any more perfect? I love running. We should go for a run together sometime.”
“I think I like this new bed training we are doing much better than running together,” she teased. “Maybe we could do a little of both?”
“Yeah, I think bed training is the newest craze. I’m sure Oprah has even talked about it. Who needs long runs, anyways? They certainly don’t keep you motivated like bed training.”
“You’re a marathon runner, right?” she asked, a little uncertain of her question.
“Yep, I’ve run a few. Is this going to be your first marathon?”
“I’ll probably die. I did a half marathon last year and it was torture, but I just don’t like the feeling of thinking that I can’t accomplish something. So I’m going to do one marathon, and then I’m going to go back to the shorter races.”
“Del, I find it really hard to believe there is anything in this world you can’t do,” I told her as I pulled her close to me and the covers up over the top of us.
The adrenaline from our love making and the sweat that covered our bodies, had both of us shivering as we lay there talking before falling asleep. It was true, though: Del was a strong woman and I honestly thought she could do anything that she set her mind to. Even if she wanted to be a damn astronaut, I was convinced she could make it happen. Connor was lucky to have her as his mom.
“Thanks, Brandon,” she said sweetly and curled up even closer to me.
“This might not be the best time, but I just have to say that I think meeting you was exactly what I needed.”
“Yeah, horrible timing,” she teased. “I think you’re supposed to say something about how good in bed I am and how hot I look. Those kinds of things.”
“Oh, definitely hot, no question.”
“I think it was pretty good timing, too, Brandon. I wasn’t ready before this. I couldn’t have even imagined I was ready when we went on that first date, but when I’m here in your arms, it feels like a divine intervention taking place.”
The uncomfortable feeling of sharing real emotions was creeping up on me. I felt it coming and I felt myself wanting to run away. I had a choice to make right then and there: was I going to run or was I going to try and sit through the uncomfortable feelings and make a go at whatever it was that was going on between us?
“Good thing we both have our own personal angels,” I said and then held my breath.
It was a risk to bring up my son and her husband. It was dangerous, and I could only hope that she felt like the time was right and the moment was right, as well. She was in bed with me and I had mentioned her dead husband and my dead son.
What have I done?
The longer she stayed silent, the more I screamed inside. It was too early. I had been stupid. What could I possibly do or say that would fix this?
“I think our angels did pretty good fixing the two of us up,” Del said as she leaned up onto my chest and I saw the tears in her eyes.
Chapter 15
Delilah
His warm breath moved gently on the back of my neck as I stayed as close to him as my body would allow. Perfection was the only way to describe our time together. Any other word seemed to minimize the emotions and feelings that had overcome me the night before.
We were both a little broken, but we were there together and making each other just a little happier. Neither of us could guarantee the happiness of the other, but it was clear something was brewing between us – something stronger than I had been prepared for and more powerful that I think Brandon had intended, as well. Then again, you just couldn’t plan emotions, and I knew that better than most people.
After losing my husband, I had tried to plan and control everything around me. I was intent on making sure no unforeseen issues took over my life ever again. Yet I couldn’t plan everything, and the more I tried, the more stressed out I became. Losing someone you cared about so deeply did some crazy things to the way you coped with the world and I was living proof of that.
Up until I had connected with Brandon, I wasn’t sure there was a man in this world who I would be willing to allow a connection with again. I knew there were others who had loss, of course, but what was going on between Brandon and I was more special than I could have ever planned for.
I relished the feeling of his arms around me as I held onto his hands and refused to move from his bed. It was the weekend and I didn’t have to get Connor until after noon, so I was content to soak in the love that I felt right there in Brandon’s arms.
“You awake?” he asked as he started to stir behind me.
> “Nope.”
“Me neither.”
“I think we can stay here for a few more hours.”
“I’m running to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back,” he said and then pulled his warmth away from me and took off.
I took the opportunity to find my purse and check my messages. Even though I knew Connor was in good hands, it always made me feel better to know that no one had tried to call me and I hadn’t missed anything really important.
My phone was blissfully silent with only one message from Mattie talking about how Markus was trying to win her back. I had been afraid that he would try to do something like that and I really thought she wouldn’t fall for it, but historically, she had given in when he wanted to get back together. For such a strong and independent woman, it baffled me how she was willing to go back to Markus over and over again. She didn’t seem to value herself enough not to let that guy go.
While I waited for Brandon to come out of the bathroom, I took the opportunity to glance at my email. Typically on weekends, my inbox was filled with junk from sales pages and shops I frequented, but one message stood out. I clicked the message as I looked over toward the bathroom and tried to figure out what was going on.
Subject: YOU HAVE A MESSAGE FROM BRANDON ON DATING THE RICH
I’m using you as an alibi while I commit illegal activities.
My heart sank as I read the message. Obviously, it wasn’t actually from Brandon; it had been sent in the middle of the night while the two of us were together. Plus, it wasn’t likely a person would warn me about actions he was committing himself. The only thing I could think of was that there indeed was a hacker and I had not completely kicked them out.
I scrambled to find my dress and gather my things so I could head into the office. If I had received this message, it was entirely possible that other clients were getting scary messages, as well. This could be detrimental to the company and I felt at risk of losing my job over it for sure.
“You’re leaving?” Brandon said as he stood in the bathroom doorway with a towel wrapped around him.
I heard the shower in the background and saw one of the largest showers I’d ever seen before in my life. The floor-to-ceiling tiles filled a ten-foot area that had both a rainforest showerhead above and massaging shower heads on the wall. It was one of those showers that I suspected had been in a magazine before and I really would have loved to spend a nice long hour feeling that water beat down on my muscles.
“Look at this.”
I handed him my phone as I tried to zip up my dress and grab my shoes all at the same time. There was no time to waste: I had to get this mess fixed before I lost my job. As fun as it was to hang out with Brandon, I had a son and a house and bills that I needed to pay and to do that, I had to keep my job.
“Well, I was with you, so of course, I didn’t send this. Are you angry? Is that why you’re leaving?”
“No, don’t be silly. I’ve been fighting the computer programs and all these errors at work. There must have been something I missed. I need to get to work and hopefully stop this from happening to anyone else. I’m really confused, maybe there’s a virus or something… I just don’t know what’s going on. ”
“Don’t go. I need to tell you something,” Brandon said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the small bench at the end of his bed.
The serious look on his face instantly had me worried that something in the message had been truthful. It couldn’t be, though; I knew Brandon and he wasn’t the type of guy who did illegal things – or at least I didn’t think he was. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn’t know as much about him as I thought I did.
“What’s going on?”
“You might not have a hacker that’s targeting your whole system. I think there is someone specifically targeting me.”
“Someone is after you?”
“Yes, there’s been a lot of strange things going on lately. Is there someone you can call to check if anyone else received a strange message? I suspect it was only you, and that it’s because you had contact with me.”
“Yeah, my co-worker Tom is going to be back on Monday. I could have him take a look at it.”
“I’d do that. There’s a lot I haven’t told you.”
“Like, a lot about you? What do you mean? Is the message true? Are you doing something illegal?”
I couldn’t stop asking him questions. They were coming to my mind faster than I could think through them. There was a secret Brandon had been keeping from me and I wanted to know what it was. My heart had already started to open up to him. I’d given in to all the things I said I would never give in to. This couldn’t all be some scam for him to cover up illegal activity; I knew it couldn’t be that. Or at least, I thought I knew.
“No, I’m not doing anything illegal. I’ll tell you everything I know, but I warn you I don’t know all that much. I’m just as confused as you are.
“My trading account had a red flag on it and there was a scary-looking guy who lied and pretended like he worked for the federal government. When I let him into the house, he threatened me and Josh and then left. My credit card was frozen, as well, but I thought that was unrelated, and now I just don’t know.”
“Who would want to do this to you?” I asked as I tried to process everything.
If someone was out to get me, I would think that I’d have some sort of idea who it was. Maybe I wouldn’t know the exact person, but I’d know if there were people I had made so angry they didn’t like me. Certainly, Brandon had to have some clue to who might put this much effort into ruining his life.
“I don’t know for sure.”
“What do you mean? How could you not know?” I yelled at him.
I hadn’t yelled in years and it scared me how emotional I had gotten all of a sudden. This guy had won my heart – I couldn’t deny it – and now he was telling me there was at least one person on earth who hated him so dearly that they wanted to cause this kind of chaos in his life. That was scary to me.
Hate and love were emotions that stayed tied together. It was hard for someone to hate strongly if they hadn’t loved the person previously, or loved someone involved in the situation. I remembered this tidbit from my psychology classes in college. Hate and love were connected, so it was a big deal that Brandon couldn’t tell me who he might have loved and hurt so badly that they would take this sort of revenge.
“I tried to be an honest businessman who did deals that were good for myself and other companies. I can’t think of someone in that area who would be this angry to personally attack me.”
“And, your private life? Have you hurt anyone recently?”
Brandon laughed and turned back toward the shower in the bathroom without answering me. I followed him and stood there while he ran his hands through his hair and contemplated what he wanted to tell me.
“I’ve hurt a lot of people. If I’m being honest with myself, I’m sure there are plenty of women who are angry with me. I honestly don’t know who would be this angry, though. I’m sorry, Delilah. I haven’t been the greatest of men over the last few years.”
His eyes looked gloomy and dark as the memories of his past filled them. I knew that feeling, though. As much as I wanted to judge him for his past, I couldn’t judge a man who had acted just as I had since losing my husband. There were probably plenty of men from the last year who were angry with me. Certainly I didn’t think they would sabotage my life, but women were much different creatures. A scorned woman wasn’t someone you ever wanted to deal with blindly.
“I understand. Was there someone recently?”
“I can’t remember. I’m not a good guy, Del. I’ve tried to show you the true and honest side of me, but there’s a dark side. I have a side without emotion. I have a selfish, hurtful side that women have loved and I have ignored them.”
His emotions were surrounding him and I saw the panic growing in his eyes. He was a guy who liked to be in control and his life ha
d slowly slipped away from him. Within only a few short years, he had gone from a happily married father with a booming business to a single man without a son and without a company to occupy his time.
“Let’s get in,” I said softly.
I slipped back out of my dress and climbed into the warm shower with Brandon. We didn’t talk, we didn’t have sex, we simply let the beat of the water wash away the sins of our pasts. We both had lived through things others could only think of as a nightmare. Yet Brandon and I survived the life we had. Whatever else was going on in his life, I wanted to be there for him, at least until I found out why this person was targeting him.
His hands moved over my wet curves as if they were gliding over melted butter. I hadn’t lied when I said I liked the feel of his hands on my body: I sure did. No matter what else was going on with him, I had him there with me at that moment, and I decided I wasn’t ready to let him go. I wasn’t willing to give up my time with him yet.
Water was meant to be erotic, I was convinced of it. What other substance could warm your entire body while making your skin shimmer and entice? I couldn’t think of anything else.
“If you stay here another moment, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
“Then don’t,” I said boldly.
He quickly flipped me around and held my wet body up against his as the water continued to pour down on us. His hands wrapped around me and he cupped a breast in each of them while his lips made their way unhurriedly down my neck. All the while, I felt his body throbbing and pressing up behind me.
I leaned into him as my breathing quickened, and I used my body to urge him forward. The thrusting motion of my hips backward allowed him permission to take me, and he soon pressed my hands forward onto the bench as he thrust from behind.
The quick motions and full movements had us both screaming in pleasure within moments. My body felt the tension dissolve, and I gave in to the pleasure without concern for what I sounded like or looked like. I wanted to feel him inside of me; I didn’t want to make love to him, I didn’t want to spend hours touching and enticing each other. Instead, the unbridled thrusting of his desire was the perfect remedy for what I needed from Brandon in that moment.