“Wow so cocky,” I smile. “Don’t worry oh great one, I bow at the altar of your humongous manhood.”
“Now you’re talking, but don’t worry you don’t have to bow down to it for at least another hour.” I giggle as I pour the eggs into the pan.
Another message from Ally finish rattling off and a chill runs up my spine as the voice now coming through hits me.
‘Kerri…listen call me, we need to talk about us. I know I fucked up but give me a chance to make it right…call me…I love you.’
The smile on Brayden’s face completely vanishes. His muscles tense under my fingers as he gazes inquisitively into my eyes. “It’s not what you think,” I supply.
“Then what is it?” he snaps.
I sigh and try to move out of his arms but they lock around me, his glare holding me steady. “Jeremy was my boyfriend. We’ve been on and off since high school. It’s always been more of a relationship nurtured by our parent’s desires to join forces. About two months ago I came home and found him banging some random chick against the living room wall.” God I hate the image that still burned in my head. Were Jeremy and I meant to be? No, I realize that more now that I’ve been with Brayden. But I did really care for him and believed we could’ve had a future.
“Did you love him?”
“We're over now so nothing else matters.”
“Did you love him?” he repeats.
“Yes but as a friend.” I finally answer.
“A friend you lived with and fucked daily,” he growled releasing me.
“That’s not fair. I’m not questioning you about the hundred or so woman you banged.”
He runs a hand through his hair and says, “Your right I’m being a dick. I just never shared what I do with you with anyone else. I can’t handle the thought that you had this with another man. Especially if I’ll be miles away and he’s here with you.”
I approach him and wrap my hands around his neck, caressing the fuzzy hair at his nape. “I’ve never had this with Jeremy. Being with you shows me that I would’ve never been happy in a life with Jeremy. A life without the fire and passion I share with you.”
He crushes me against him, delving into my mouth with his tongue making the ache in my core begin. I break the kiss staring into his eyes as we hold each other for what seems like hours before he helps me prepare breakfast. We bounce back into our playful banter as we eat. Afterwards we cuddle up in front of the TV watching the football game.
“When do you guys leave?” I ask not really wanting to hear the answer.
“Tuesday, we head to Philly then Chicago.” He says sadly. “I hope you realize I’m serious about us. I’ll come back for you as soon as I can.”
A gloomy feeling comes over me, “till then I’ll always have my phone on me, don’t be a stranger.”
“You’ll have to sign up for the stalker plan to keep up with the minutes you’ll be using on me.” He promises.
Chapter 6
It’s not very easy to plan a quiet leisure day when you’re Brayden Quinn so he decides the only way to sight see in private is by helicopter. That way he won’t have to spend the day signing autographs. He gets on the phone and pulls some strings and we're in a helicopter soaring over the city within two hours.
I’ve lived in New York all my life but never enjoyed the view as much. Afterwards we decide on an early dinner and he suggests a fancy French restaurant on the Upper East Side but I flat out refuse.
I push a couple buttons on my phone and wait for a confirming text. Minutes later we’re on our way to my favorite Italian restaurant. Angelo, the owner, is waiting for us upon entrance and pulls me in for a warm hug.
“Bella. You are even more beautiful then when I last saw you.” He holds me at arm’s length, his warm brown eyes dancing over my body.
“This is Brayden Quinn,” I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him next to me.
“Ah the rock star, this is different Kerri. If I knew you would throw that trash Jeremy out I would’ve tried harder.”
In hind-sight maybe coming here wasn’t so smart. The flames burning in Brayden’s eyes say he seconds away from crushing Angelo’s face in.
“Is my table ready?” I attempt to rush this reunion along before a war breaks out. Angelo takes the hint and guides us to a private room in the back. We order and wait in silence for our dinner.
When I can’t take his brooding mood any longer I decide to put it out on the table. “Angelo is harmless Brayden, we’ve never been anything more than friends.”
“Oh he wants to be a lot more than friends trust me. I see the fire burning in his eyes for you.”
“Brayden it doesn’t matter what he wants. Everywhere we go women throw themselves at you but that doesn’t mean you’re going to act on it. With you leaving tomorrow you’re going to have to trust me as much as I will you. You don’t see me getting angry every time you speak with Mandy.”
He stares at me in complete confusion, “Mandy? Come on Kerri, there’s absolutely nothing between Mandy and I besides business and friendship.”
“You don’t even see it do you? She totally wants you.”
“That’s crazy Kerri but you’re right about one thing, I’ve never been in a relationship and I have to learn to trust you.”
Our dinner arrives and we eat without anymore tension and we don’t run into Angelo again as we leave, which is for the better. We stop by toys r us on Times Square because Brayden announces he’s the champ at monopoly and that incites a battle. I run in alone because I know Brayden will be recognized. I’m back in the car and we’re headed towards his hotel room within five minutes.
We spend hours playing that game. I swear you lose track of time once you roll the dice. Brayden takes one look at the hotels I’ve built and decides he’s tired. He suggests we go to bed and I give him a suspicious glance, “you’re losing and now you’re tired.” I throw a hotel at him as he crawls towards me pulling his shirt over his head.
“You’re a sore loser Brayden,” I say as he grabs the edge of my shirt dragging it over my head.
“I didn’t lose. I’m just bored and want to play a different game.” I fall on my back giggling as he begins tickling my ribs.
“Admit I won first,” I gasp between fits of laughter.
He quickly pulls my jeans off then lies between my legs. “You didn’t win. You forfeited the game.”
“No I didn’t. I want to finish playing unless you’re ready to admit defeat.” I challenge.
I watch him throw my panties across the room, licking his lips enticingly. He lowers his head and runs his tongue through my heated flesh. I moan as he parts my wetness, caressing me slowly with his warm tongue.
“You sure you don’t want to forfeit?” He mumbles against me, his hot breath teasing me. He runs one finger up and down the slick flesh then plunges two fingers in me.
“I forfeit,” I whisper. I know I’m weak but the man does things to my body that would coerce me to forfeit a war. “Don’t stop,” I beg him. I’m obsessed with him and the way he manipulates my body.
He gets up and walks across the room. No! He can’t leave me like this, “Where are you going?” I hiss at him. He chuckles continuing into the room. I close my eyes and groan in frustration.
“God that’s sexy.”
My eyes pop open at his words and I realize that I’d slipped my fingers between my legs to ease the ache. So I’m naked on the floor with my legs splayed open, playing with myself and his heated gaze is following the motions of my fingers. He strips the rest of his clothes off and rolls a condom on his cock.
I embrace him as he joins me on the floor, my hand shifting off myself to rub my wet coating over his erection. I watch his eyes darken as I guide him inside me. He slowly inches his way in making sure not to hurt me. His motions are slow at first but increase into a wild deep thrust that have me gasping for air.
He hitches one of my legs over his shoulder and my eyes roll back. He rocks against my
g-spot and the intensity of it causes me to come instantly. I wail so loudly, hotel security may knock on the door in a couple minutes. I’m pretty sure I blacked out cause when I open my eyes Brayden head is resting on my shoulder. He’s shivering and wheezing sharply. I run my hands down his sweat drench back and place kisses on his neck and ear.
Once his breathing calms, he gets up to dispose of the condom. He returns to scoop me into his arms and carry me to the bed. We cuddle quietly until we fall into a deep slumber.
******
I’m woken by an insistent banging at the door. I pull the pillow over my head in an attempt to ignore the intrusive sound. Once I realize whoever’s at the door won’t go away I creep out from under Brayden’s arm and throw on his shirt. I button a few buttons and swing the door open. Mandy’s stunned expression greets me. Great it’s the bitch queen.
“What are you doing here?” she stutters.
I thought my disheveled hair and Brayden’s half buttoned up shirt screamed that I’m here to get fucked or maybe even that, I’ve already been thoroughly fucked.
I decided ignoring her question would be the best approach. “Brayden’s asleep, do you want me to wake him?” I ask thinking it must be pretty important for her to be here at 6 am banging down the door.
“That’s not necessary,” she says, “I’ll wake him.” She pushes past me and storms into the bedroom. I quickly follow not remembering if Brayden’s covered up or not.
He’s not covered. The covers are wrapped around his legs and Brayden’s lying on his stomach with his firm ass fully exposed. Jealous rage flows through me as Mandy screams his name, jerking him from his sleep. He looks at her confused, trying to register where she came from. He reaches next to him in the spot I vacated searching for me. His eyes quickly roam the room focusing in on me. He rubs his eyes and looks at Mandy, “this better be good.”
She throws a magazine towards him, nodding her head for him to read it. He shakes his head, “You know I don’t care about the shit paparazzi say.” He swings his legs off the bed fully exposing his naked body to Mandy. I stand their shell-shocked. This can’t be happening, I must still be dreaming. Mandy covertly glimpses at his package, his morning wood giving her a nice wave as it bounces with every step he makes. He strolls past her as if he’s fully clothed and goes into the bathroom.
When he returns he grabs a pair a boxer briefs and put them on. Finally a show of modesty. I’m so angry at this point I want to bash both of their heads together.
“Read the magazine Brayden, it seems your little girlfriend here is a spoiled princess who likes to stay in the spot light.”
What? All this is about me. I walk over to the bed and grab the magazine. A picture of me and Brayden kissing in Times Square is splashed across the front page. The title reads, ‘Billionaire’s daughter slums it with rock star’, fuck this is bad, really bad.
Brayden comes up behind me and snatches it from my hand, his eye quickly skimming the headline. “What does this mean? I thought you were a bank manager.”
I sigh heavily, hating that I have to reveal this part of my life. The anonymity I felt in our relationship was safe. I didn’t have to worry about being treated differently because who my father was.
“I said I was in banking because my father owns a chain of private banks. I’m an executive at the headquarters here. He was pretty big in Wall Street years ago, now were just in banking.”
“Her dad is Nicholas Mills the third, they come from old money. Despite that he got into Wall Street on his own and retired one of the top ten richest men in the country. Your princess here is apparently engaged to be married into an equally wealthy family. You’re just her final hoo-rah before she marries her long time boyfriend.” Mandy chimes in, smiling triumphantly.
“That’s not true Brayden I already told you all about Jeremy yesterday. You heard him on the voice mail. We are not together,” I plead with him. He can’t possibly believe that bitch’s evil rants.
“Leave!” he screams. My heart aches at the word. How can he so easily be done with me when he hasn’t even given me a chance to explain?
He turns around and glares at Mandy, “I said leave.” She freezes, shocked that he’s throwing her out. She’d also assumed he was talking to me. Her smirk is gone as she scurries out the door leaving us in an eerily silent room. He sits on the bed opens the article about us and reads it.
He finally tosses it on the bed and speaks without looking at me, “Why didn’t you tell me? If I wasn’t your dirty little secret, why wouldn’t you tell me everything?”
I step between his spread legs and cup his face in my hands, forcing his eyes to mine. “I just wanted something that was mine, something that was not tainted by who my parents are or what their social circle expects of me. I wanted you to like me for who I am and not immediately judge me as some stuck up princess. I’ve never been a princess and hate when the media views me as a spoiled socialite. I wanted you to know the real me. Honestly, I knew it wouldn’t take long for the media to catch on to us, I just wanted more time before all the craziness began.”
He shakes his head in disapproval, “I don’t want you to lie to me anymore, not even a lie of omission. I understand you wanting to be a normal person. I want to hide and be someone else sometimes too but I’ve been open with you from the beginning and I expect the same. I don’t want to learn things about you from Mandy or the media.”
“It won’t happen again I promise.” He nods his head wrapping his arms around my waist. He leans back pulling me on top of him.
I capture his mouth in a possessive kiss, clinging to him with the fear of losing him still lingering. I suck on his lips as he reaches between us to tear my shirt open and bare my breast.
I sit up and pull his boxer briefs down far enough to expose his arousal. I hover over him slowly impaling myself with his thickness. His hands tighten around my hip guiding me up and down his hard cock. I lean over him increasing the pace and rocking my hip back and forth. My hair falls to curtain his face and he releases my hips to caresses both my breast. “We forgot protection,” he announces in a shaky voice.
“I’m on the pill,” I urge him on wanting nothing more than to feel him exploding inside me.
“I’ve never been with anyone without protection,” he says in a tightly reined voice. “Feels incredible.”
His head pushes back against the bed, neck straining from the pleasure he’s receiving from my motions. He’s holding on trying not to finish without me. He reaches between my legs and rolls my swollen clit between his fingers. I try to hold back, prolong the tingles I feel at my core every time he rubs against my g-spot but his deft fingers sliding against my slick bud shatter me. My climax rockets through me, my body freezes up on top of him and he rapidly pumps up into me a few more times before he joins me in ecstasy. A warm gush of his liquid fills my core.
“So good, so good,” he pants into my ears. “You always feel so good, better every time.”
I nod my head in silent agreement. It’s always better every time he enters me. As impossible as it seems now, I know the next time we’re together it will be better still.
Chapter 7
By mid-afternoon, depression sinks in. Brayden will be gone in less than an hour and he’s packing his bags. I watch from the bed, despondent. I lay my head on his pillow, taking in a deep breath of his scent. He sees me sniffing his pillow and smirks at me.
“Maybe I should leave you a bottle of my cologne so you won’t suffer from withdrawal when I leave,” he suggests.
“It won’t be the same. It has to be mixed with your aura,” I pout. He sits on the edge of the bed and places a kiss on my forehead. “I’m going to miss you too Kerrington.”
I place a kiss on his lips then get off the bed before I’m tempted to keep him there. Butch calls moments later to let Brayden know he’s downstairs. We clutch one another on the ride down the elevator. Our desperate need to hold on to each other gets worst once we’re in front of
Butch. I pull Butch into a big bear hug and he smiles, “I think she’ll miss me more B.” He grabs Brayden’s bags then waits in the car to give us a moment alone.
“We’ll drop you off on the way to the airport.”
“No, if I don’t say goodbye now I won’t be able to. I’ll take a cab.” I pull his lips down to mine, sucking frantically at them. “Don’t forget me,” I whisper against his lips.
He grips my head between his hand, “wait for me,” he demands. With one last kiss he turns and gets in the car. I watch the car until it disappears around the corner, my heart aching. I walk a few blocks in trance, lost in my memories of the last few days. In four short days I met and fell in love with a rock star.
My mind is at war with whether he does this in every city or if the connection between us is a once in the lifetime feeling. I know deep down he let me in and he’s sincere about his feelings for me. I just can’t get my overactive brain to shut up and enjoy this newfound happiness. My phone buzzes in my pocket; I reach in and see I received a text from Brayden.
Miss u already
Below the text is a picture of he took of himself, his hair windblown and a sexy smile playing on his lips. I smile back at the screen deciding not to mope around any longer. I’ll take everything Brayden Quinn offers me and appreciate it for what it is; my lottery ticket to happiness. I hail a cab, put my headphone in my ears and reminisce about my time with Brayden.
Back at my house I realize it’s time for life to return to normal. My machine is full of messages from my mother demanding I make an appearance at the Manor. Yes, my mother is so uppity she wouldn’t settle for a simple mansion. Her home had to be the biggest Manor in Stony Point. The following messages got progressively worst. She doesn’t understand why I must embarrass her by slumming it with a filthy rock star and how I’m lowering myself by fornicating in the middle of the city for all to see. It was just a kiss but to my mother things like that were meant to be kept behind closed doors.
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