by Leaona Luxx
“Dad, I need the restroom.” Brannon stands, looking around for a minute before he spots the facilities.
Reaching for her hand. “Come on, it’s this way.” She looks appalled.
“Dad. Torrie can take me.” She juts her thumb in my direction.
He shakes his head before we can even discuss it. “Oh, no. We don’t want to bother her, she’s our guest.”
“I can do it. Come on, Andi.” Standing, I take her by the hand.
“Really, you don’t have to, we have a system.” He says as a matter of fact.
“A system? For the restroom?” Rolling my eyes at his ridiculousness. “We’re fine, I could go also.”
“Ahh, alright. I’m here if you need me,” he shouts as we walk toward the restroom.
Glancing over at her, I have to ask. “Is he always this weird about the restroom?”
She nods. “Yes! He thinks someone might kidnap me.” Oh. Yeah, that’s scary.
Just in case something comes up, I think I need to know the system. So I ask. “What’s ‘the system’?”
“It’s when we’re out and I need the restroom. He stands with his foot in the door, talking to me until I come out.” Alright, not bad. Brannon has tried to think of everything.
“That’s a great idea. What do you and your mom do?” I ask as we wait in line.
“Nothing,” she says flatly.
Her answer surprises me. “Nothing?”
“She never goes anywhere with us. I don’t see her very much. Dad says it’s because she has important things to do. I’ve never told him that I know the truth.” She shrugs.
“Truth?” Pinching my face together, she has me worried.
“Yes, the truth. Ava never wanted to be a mom, she just wanted my dad but got me instead. It’s okay, my dad is awesome.” She smiles brightly at me.
I hold the door for her. “That he is. You go first.”
On the walk back to Brannon, I can’t help but think of what Andi just told me. Where would she get the idea that her mom didn’t want her? That she only got her because she wanted Brannon? It may be wrong of me but I have to ask.
“Andi, can I ask you something?” Looking up at me, she nods. “Where did you hear that your mom wanted your dad and not you?” She comes to a stop, swinging my hand as she holds it.
“Are you gonna tell my dad?” she asks as she twists her foot.
“I’m not sure, is it something your dad needs to know or is it something he’s already talked to you about?” Her face is drawn in as she wrinkles her nose. Damn it. “Maybe, I can’t promise.”
Andi chews on her nail as she explains what happened. “Mom picked me up from school one day, and we stopped for ice cream. I heard her talking to her friend.”
Taking the hand she’s biting, I place it over my heart, covering it with my hand. “It’s okay, baby. Sometimes, mommies and daddies say things they don’t mean. Andi, I promise you, I’ll love you just as much as your dad does. I may not always be here in body, but I’ll always be here.”
“If it’s okay with my dad, will you be my mom? I mean, when Ava isn’t here?” Tears flood my eyes, I shake my head.
Andi’s arms lock around my neck, knocking us off balance. Standing, I pick her up with me, righting us on our feet. Andi locks her arms around my waist as I turn to walk us back. I gasp as I find Brannon behind us. By the look on his face, he’s listened to the entire conversation.
“Sorry, long line.” Andi is still draped around my middle when he takes us in his arms.
“I love you. Not just for the woman you are but for the one you have yet to become.” He kisses me, sandwiching us together. Andi starts giggling.
“Gross,” she mutters, making us all laugh.
“Gross? Not even,” he says as he tickles her. “How about a stuffed animal?” She nods her head. We walk hand in hand to the gift shop, taking our time to enjoy the day. As we look around, Andi spots what she wants. Her excitement doesn’t surprise me when I see what it is she chooses.
“I want the sea turtle, Dad. Look at him, he’s so pretty.” Her eyes shine with happiness. I’m reminded of my own sea turtle, making me smile.
Our ride home is quiet. Andi’s in the back seat, sleeping with her sea turtle named Kiwi. Brannon takes my hand, kissing my fingers as he drives. He lays it on his thigh, placing his hand over it. Sunset settles over the distant sky, making the interior of the car darker.
My mouth went dry the second my hand touched his thigh. I wet my lips, raking my tongue over them. Brannon shifts in his seat, and my hand slides up his leg. The contact alone makes heat coil deep in my stomach. Squeezing his thigh, I do the same with mine.
Brannon chances a glance at me, his eyes burning with desire. Inching my way to the junction of his thigh and groin, I slide my fingers between the bend. Slowly, my hand motion grows in length, along with Brannon’s.
His cock lays with the head pointing at me, the imprint on his jeans is impressive. Turning my palm up, I apply a little pressure to his hard length. A small groan rolls past his lips. I peak around at Andi, still sound asleep.
A traffic light stops us again. Brannon unfastens his belt to my dismay. Wrapping his hand behind my neck, he leans over, finding my waiting mouth. His tongue delves deep as he plunders my welcoming lips. The car behind us blows their horn, and we break apart. Brannon buckles his seatbelt as we pull away. Andi’s still out. Placing my hand back on his thigh, he wraps it up the rest of the way home.
Brannon takes Andi from the backseat, still happily sleeping. Taking my purse from the truck, I hang it off my shoulder, posed to say my goodnight. He watches me closely, then shakes his head. I smile, nodding.
“No. You’re staying,” he plainly states.
“No, I’m not. She might catch us. I don’t want to upset her.”
“Fine. Will you stay for a little longer?” Holding my hand, he tugs me closer so he can kiss me.
Pulling away, I wink at him. “Alright. Just a little.”
Brannon puts Andi to bed, then tells his mother we’re going for a walk. He tosses me a jacket smelling like him, he’s not getting it back. Holding my hand, we walk through the fields as he talks to me about the work he’s done to keep the farm afloat.
He asks about my work for my father, I tell him everything. Starting at an entry-level position, refusing my father’s help along the way. How incredibly lonely I’ve been, no man ever measured up. I explain to him, I’m now my father’s right-hand man. Soon, he’ll be retiring.
Circling the perimeter of the farm, we end up at the barn. Walking in the side door, a tractor with an old hauler on it sets to the side. There’s a riding mower with a few other basic tools but no horses. But there is a lot of hay.
“So, country boy. You gonna throw me over your shoulder for a roll in the hay?” Fisting his shirt in my hand, I jerk him off balance and end up in his arms.
“Damn straight, I am.” Next thing I know, I’m upside down, being manhandled like a cave woman. I fucking love it.
“Don’t you dare drop me. Wait. Are you going to climb that ladder with me? Brannon?” Screaming at him does nothing but get a chuckle and a solid smack on my ass.
“I’ve got you. I use to carry bales of straw up here, you’re okay.” At the top of the ladder, he pulls me back up, laying me down in the loft of straw.
“You joining me?” I bite my lip, waiting for his answer.
He smirks at me. “You know damn well I’m coming.” He adds a wink.
Brannon takes the last two rungs slowly, dragging his eyes up my body. My spring dress is gathered around the top of my thighs. My blue lace panties peek out from under the hem. My legs spread slightly, and his eyes devour me making my nipples pebble.
He crawls up to me, running his hands up my thighs. Slipping them under the edge of my dress, his fingers graze the seam of my lace. Spreading his hands wide, he yanks my panties down my legs, taking my breath with them.
His hands wrap my ankles as he s
preads my legs apart. Fisting handfuls of straw, I buck from the loft floor. Brannon’s hand moves to the nape of his neck where he drags his shirt from his body. Leaning over me, he shoves the rest of my dress over my stomach.
His eyes have yet to leave mine, his gaze burns so hot my skin flames. Propping up on his elbows, his head lowers between my thighs. I’m about to fucking blow, and with the first sweep of his tongue, my body convulses.
Swirling the tip of his tongue around my clit elicits a string of supplications. Long sweeps of his tongue spread the wetness gathering on my pussy. As heat pools in the pit of my stomach, I palm my breasts, kneading them with every lick of his tongue.
His moans garner my attention, peeping at him, I see he’s watching me rub my breasts. My chest rises involuntarily when he sinks his finger in me, working me to the brink. I’m primed, and I fucking pulse with every move of his hand.
As I pinch my nipples, Brannon sucks my clit into his mouth, nipping it before it pops free. I’m done. Screaming his name, he climbs up my body to cover my mouth with his. Releasing my lips, Brannon raises me up, sliding my dress off.
Pulling my cups down, he tucks them under my breasts, making them jut forward. Sucking one into his mouth, he continues to lightly twist and pinch the other. My hips rise from the stimulation, rubbing against his heavy cock.
Fisting his cock, he presses the head against my clit. Stroking my pussy with the head of his dick, he spreads my orgasms over both of us. His throbbing cock in one hand, he throws my leg over his shoulder with the other.
I’m spread open to him, and he wastes no time in taking me. His cock enters me, stretching me with his girth until he tops out. His fingers dig into my thigh as he begins moving in me. Dragging out, pushing deep, I’m lead to the edge for him to pull back, slowing the pace down.
“Please. Please, fuck me.” He smirks at my request but rewards me.
Dropping my leg, his hands sweep down the inside of my thighs. Massaging the flesh closest to my pussy, I pulse around his cock, gripping it and pulling him deeper. His hands begin parting my legs, spreading them wide.
He slides my ass up on his thighs, giving him leverage to lean in. His hands slide down the inside of my legs to just above my knees. I’m spread into a ‘V’ when he begins to pound into me. Gripping my legs, his fingers dig deep, the burn pushing me further.
Our bodies meet with sounds of ecstasy enraptured in our primal need for one another. He grunts with each thrust, earning every moan of praise escaping my lips. When heat coils deep within me, I run my hands over my breast again, still exposed to him.
His eyes follow my hands as I roll my nipples between my fingers bringing them to their tightest peak. Swirling them with my index, I pinch them between it and my thumb. Reaching between us, Brannon strokes my clit twice bringing me to orgasm.
He presses into my throbbing bud, wringing every ounce of come from me before he fills me with his. Pumping me until I descend from my high, he spills from my walls. He falls on me, rolling me to his side. Our breathing hard and ragged, we lay there, motionless.
After a few minutes, I murmur, “I can’t move.”
“Do you want to?” His words are no more than a breathless whisper.
Sighing, I say, “No.”
Brannon scoots closer to me, covering our midsections with his coat. He slides his arm under my head, tucking me into him. We lay there, still coming off our high. His warm breath sweeps across my neck, and he kisses my shoulder softly.
“I love you.” His words caress my ear. I turn faintly to my right, looking at him.
“I love you.” He pulls my face to him, kissing me sweetly.
Pausing, we gaze at one another before he takes my mouth with vigor. Moving his arm, he rolls me over, finding his place between my thighs. His mouth refuses to leave mine as his throbbing cock slides through my wetness.
He slides in and out in an unhurried pace, helping to savor this moment in time. He makes love to me, worshipping every inch of my body. His commanding kisses travel down my body leisurely until they find purchase on the swells of my breasts.
Sucking one into his mouth, he fondles the other with reverence. Switching only to give due adoration for the other with the flick of his tongue. Finding his way back to my mouth, his tongue swirls against mine breaking only for gasps of air.
Resting his forehead against mine, we lock gazes as we ride our orgasms out together. His head falls to my chest, and I wrap my legs around him, holding him to me. I never want to be without him again. I don’t think my heart could take it.
Slipping our clothes on, we walk to the house. The bright moon guides us down the path. No lights are on in the house, telling us it’s late. Stepping onto the driveway, I pull his hand toward my car. I’m halted in my tracks as Brannon stretches his arm from where he stands.
I turn to look at him, and he gazes at me with a small smile and tugs my hand. I stare at him, and he jerks his head toward the house. Looking from him to the house, I consider what he’s asking. I take a step back, our fingers loosening from the distance.
He smiles as he reassures me. “It’s okay. We can do this, we’ll work it out.”
I roll my eyes at him then smile. “You think that about everything, don’t you?”
“All we can do is try.” He twists his fingers to lace with mine.
Nodding at him, I follow him to the house, up the stairs, and into his bed. I fall asleep thinking about how many times I’ve imagined this happening. Lovers were few and far between, never allowing them to stay because the only man to hold me until I fell asleep was this man. His arms are the only ones I ever wanted to fall asleep in.
I wake with light streaming through the window. Raising on my elbows, I scan the room. Steam escapes through a crack in a door. Wrapping the sheet around me, I tiptoe over, listening closely before opening it.
Brannon stands gloriously behind a glass door, his hands washing over his body as bubbles trail down his legs. Rubbing his torso with soap, it adds to the bubbles. Rinsing his body, the water runs streams over his muscles, showcasing his ‘V’ to which I sink my teeth into my lip.
Following the water’s path in the opposite direction, I find Brannon watching me. He opens the door, offering his hand. I hesitate, thinking about the company we share. He tilts his head, giving me his wry smile. I let the sheet drop.
“Mom and Andi went to Sunday School, we’re alone,” he says as I take his hand joining him in the shower.
“I was worried,” I reply as the water washes over me.
“The door’s locked,” he assures me.
Leaning back, I soak my hair, allowing the excess to run the length of my body. Snapping my eyes open, I find Brannon rubbing his soapy hands over me. He kneads my breasts as he washes them, trailing them down over my stomach.
His hands slide to my waist as he grabs hold, spinning me around. He pulls me against his chest, his cock lays between my cheeks. Bubbles collect on my shoulders as he runs the soap over them. Pushing them over with his hands, creating a slippery runway down my back.
Following the trail of foam, his hands glide down and over my ass. Cupping my cheeks, kneading them as his fingers dig into my flesh. Sliding up the outside of my body, he raises my arms in front of me. I glance back at him, his eyes burning with desire, and wetness pools in my core.
He bends me at the waist, placing my hands on the wall in front of me. His hands find my ass again as he opens me to him. One quick thrust, his cock impales deep into my pussy. I groan with pleasure and ache with soreness.
Brannon doesn’t wait as he begins grinding into me, using his grip on my hips to pound into me. Throwing my head back, he takes my hair in his hand, holding me in place as he marks me. As if I wasn’t already branded.
Feeling the heat coil in my core, I push back meeting his forward thrusts. Our bodies meeting as the water beats down, mimicking our pace. He throbs deep in me as I pulse around him. Our rhythm grows faster until his orgasm meets mi
ne.
Brannon takes me in his arms, holding me up as he leans against the shower wall. Exhausted. Wrapped in his arms, sated, we stand until the water begins to run cold. Slipping and sliding around each other to shower the sex off quickly.
Wrapping a towel around me, I realize I have no other clothes. I need to get out of here before Andi gets home and catches us. And Joyce. I’m frantic to locate my clothes when Brannon walks through the door. He smiles boyishly. He takes my hand, hauling me to him.
“Damn. I’ll never get enough of you.” He kisses me.
“I know the feeling. But I need to go.” I scan the room for my things.
His head jerks back so he can get a good look at me. “Why?”
My eyes widen as I explain in a rush. “They’ll be home soon. I have no clothes here, they’ll know.”
“They know you’re here. Mom came in to see if we wanted breakfast,” he says.
“Ummm, when? How?” I’m beside myself with embarrassment.
“Your car’s still here, it wasn’t gonna be a secret. Chill, we’re good. You need a shirt and jogging pants?” He winks at me as he walks over to his chest.
“Yes, but I may kill myself if they fit.”
“It’s not the end of the world. I’m a grown man, you sure as hell are a grown woman.” He unfolds my towel, drinking in my body before laying over me.
“Yes, I am. If memory serves, you are all man.” Fisting his hair, I pull him to my lips.
Before we can go another round, a car pulls up outside. Andi and Joyce are home from church. I’m so embarrassed and have no idea why. Brannon goes downstairs to greet them while I get dressed, his clothes in no way fit, but I love wearing them. Easing down the stairs, I hear Brannon talking to them. I pause, eavesdropping like a fool.
“Andi, did you know Torrie spent the night here last night?” he asks in a shaky voice; I knew he was worried, too.
“Yes. She was sleeping with you when I went to brush my teeth.” She’s helping him set the table.
“Well, I apologize. I should have asked you and Gamma if that would be okay.” His voice is soft as he explains.