by Bri Stone
When his lips finally graze my sex, I quake. “Thom, please.”
The grays of his eyes peek through his lashes as his soul travels through them and into mine. I feel the cold air blow on the beads of sweat on my forehead, and my hair sticks to my temples. The rest of my body is so clammy. I know why it is so much more intense, and why I can barely breathe. Because only providence knows when I can have him like this again. When I can writhe beneath him as he shows me how much he loves me. A knob falls in my throat as it really dawns on me, that tomorrow night he won’t be sleeping next to me.
A choppy wave of warmth spreads through to my fingers and toes when his tongue latches onto my clit and rolls in slow, tortuous circles. My eyes clench shut when his lips close over me, and he sucks, he moves his mouth and tongue like he is molding it to me. I have but a moment to find my sight again when his tongue glides lower to my opening and curls into the clenching flesh. His upper lip then moves upwards, and he nearly takes all of me into his mouth before micro focusing on my clit. His tongue is fast in flicks, zig zags, slow circles and then faster from side to side. I am on an endless hill of climax, some moments higher than other, but I am mostly orgasming for a good few minutes before he focuses around my clit as I come down.
Thom pulls away breathless, his eyes on my half open slits before he hulks over me and steadies his forearms on either side of my head, to lower his lips to mine. His kiss is slow and full of my taste, and his too. I inhale sharply through my nose to catch some breath and continue the kiss. My tongue glides over his as he sucks my bottom lip. The tip of his nose tickles my cheek as he turns, and more of his body presses over mine. He turns us to the side and hitches my leg over his hip with a strong grip that goes right to my clit.
His heavy, throbbing cock points upwards his stomach, and my sex rubs against his under shaft. He groans into my mouth, and shudders when I take him in my hand. My thumb curls over the rim, taking up the moisture there and using it to glide my hand up and down. He pulls his lips away with a pop and we breath each other’s air as our foreheads press together; before he kisses me again with more urgency, and more passion than I think has ever passed between us.
His kiss tells me that he doesn’t want to leave, but he knows he must. I return that. His kiss tells me the distance won’t matter. I return it. His kiss tells me we are stronger than this. I return it. His kiss tells me he loves me with every fiber of his being. I return it.
Thom grips my waist and prompts me to straddle him. Those warm, strong hands of his fall down my waist, follow the curve of my hips, and grip my ass like it is his lifeline. My lips leave his and I pull away to watch his eyes as I lower myself onto him. They gleam with desire.
“Baby...” his strangled groan is impossible to understand. He kisses the edge of my jaw as I turn my head and sink lower. Then, he nibbles down my jaw to underneath my ear and I moan with him.
His cock stretches me so good. It gets my juices flowing down between us. I widen my legs and lean forward as he guides my hips over him, so I ride him nice and slow.
I run my hands over the cut of his muscles; his pecs and down to his lats where I rest my hands. His body is so divinely chiseled, warm, and perfect. The feel of his body makes me want to scream and I feel like I am melting the longer we go on. Between his strangled moans and my loud whimpers, I tremble as I feel like I am leaking. Wait, I am; my eyes have welled with tears and they fall onto his cheeks. I blink them away, but they run down my face and he cups my cheek to wipe them away with his thumbs.
“Oh no baby, don’t cry.” He gravels.
I bite my lip and keep moving, because I feel so close to another release that I need it like air. I rest my hand against his cheek as I look in his eyes.
I kiss him. “I love you.” I kiss him again. “I love you so much.” I kiss him again; harder, deeper, and he grips me harder as we fuck faster.
“I love you too.” He murmurs against my lips.
The quick, tightness of his breath and the drawl of his voice tells me he is nearly there. I pulse quicker and I clench around him. With my nipples grazing his chest and my clit rubbing over his pelvis, I am teetering on the edge.
“Ugh—Thom! Thom, Thom...” my breath cinches and everything tightens like a coil ready to pop.
It does. I feel it everywhere. I moan loudly, nearly screaming, over and over as there are so many emotions inside of me. The pleasure, the dread of Thom leaving, the weight of my tears in my chest, and the love for Thom that consumes me.
His hips pump me faster and more erratically until his cock pulses, stills, and he empties inside of me. But goodness, I am just not done yet.
I sit up, he is still shuddering but looks upon my naked body like it’s the first time. As I start to move again, he palms my breasts and then softer as if he just wants to feel the weight of them as I bob.
I surrender to the pleasure of him deep inside of me, throwing my head back as I move faster and faster. His cock has hardened again, and I feel it stretch me wider.
“You’re gorgeous, Sparks...fuck.” He growls. The tendons of his neck strain as he leans up and pushes deeper. I already feel the heavy ball of my climax growing, moving faster to the edge.
We plummet over the edge together and fall faster than we ever have before. I collapse against him as he holds me close until the hums of our hearts calm down. I look to him, wanting to say something but the words won’t leave my tongue and he looks back at me the same way.
I stare down into his eyes. My hair falls forward around me like a curtain, focusing my gaze on his. The invisible tether between us is bright as ever. As if it doesn’t matter that this is it. As if it doesn’t matter that I won’t see him tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. All that matters is us coming together.
All that matters is how much I love him.
And how scared I am to watch him go.
The Brightest Day
Book Two in The Brightness Duet
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Perrie
Thom
Chapter One: Perrie
Chapter Two: Thom
Chapter Three: Perrier
Chapter Four: Thom
Chapter Five: Perrier
Chapter Six: Thom
Chapter Seven: Thom
Chapter Eight: Perrie
Chapter Nine: Thom
Chapter Ten: Thom
Chapter Eleven: Perrie
Chapter Twelve: Perrie
Chapter Thirteen: Perrie
Chapter Fourteen: Thom
Chapter Fifteen: Perrie
Chapter Sixteen: Thom
Chapter Seventeen: Perrie
Chapter Eighteen: Perrie
Chapter Nineteen: Thom
Chapter Twenty: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-One: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-Two: Thom
Chapter Twenty-Three: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-Four: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-Five: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-Six: Thom
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Thom
Copyright
Note to Reader
Dedication
Chapter One: Thom
Chapter Two: Thom
Chapter Three: Thom
Chapter Four: Thom
Chapter Five: Thom
Chapter Six: Thom
Chapter Seven: Thom
Chapter Eight: Thom
Chapter Nine: Perrier
Chapter Ten: Thom
Chapter Eleven: Thom
Chapter Twelve: Thom
Chapter Thirteen: Thom
Chapter Fourteen: Thom
Chapter Fifteen: Thom
Chapter Sixteen: Perrie
Chapter Seventeen: Perrie
Chapter Eighteen: Thom
Chapter Nineteen: Perrie
Chapter Twenty: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-One: Perrie
Ch
apter Twenty-Two: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-Three: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-Four: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-Five: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-Six: Thom
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Thom
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Perrie
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Perrie
Chapter Thirty: Perrie
Chapter Thirty-One: Thom
Chapter Thirty-Two: Perrie
Chapter Thirty-Three: Thom
Chapter Thirty-Four: Perrie
Chapter Thirty-Five: Thom
Chapter Thirty-Six: Thom
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Perrier
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Thom
Epilogue: Perrie
Bonus Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Thank you for reading!
Also by Bri Stone
Copyright
COPYRIGHT © 2019 by Bri Stone.
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No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without written permission except in the case of brief quotations included in critical articles and reviews. For information, please contact the author. Printed and bound in United States of America. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Note to Reader
Thank you for continuing the story of Perrie and Thom. Some medical content, jargon, and processes are not to be considered completely accurate as they have been modified to fit the contents of the story.
Dedication
For those who have remained strong in light of the hardest things, and the medical professionals who give their lives to make ours better. And for everyone, especially those who hurt and those who think they are broken.
Chapter One: Thom
Thom: “The Mayo Clinic General Surgery Residency combines phenomenal clinical exposure with leading-edge educational endeavors to produce extraordinary surgeons who offer exceptional care to their patients.”
Perrie: what are you talking about, stud?
Thom: nothing. My resident just likes to repeat the mission statement every chance he gets.
Perrie: haha, really?
Thom: yep. We’ll be doing rounds and he says that almost all the time. But I think he’s joking.
Perrie: he sounds interesting. What’s his name? what’s his specialty?
Thom: he’s cardio. Jamie Harrison.
Perrie: Have you been on anyone else’s service?
Thom: I was with neuro last week, but it’s only been two months, so they haven’t really made anything concrete.
Perrie: I can’t believe it’s only been two months. It feels like years.
...
Thom: Sorry baby, yesterday was busy. And it has felt like an eternity.
Perrie: yeah. that’s okay.
Thom: tell me yours.
Perrie: I don’t remember lol. I think they said it like once.
Thom: What is your day like?
...
...
...
Perrie: I’m so sorry. My phone died, and I hadn’t charged it in like a week.
Thom: Okay. It’s been two weeks.
Perrie: I know I’m sorry. Every time I remembered to respond I thought I had already replied in my head, I’ve just been so stressed.
Thom: I get it, but still. I left messages, and I was worried about you.
Perrie: I’m sorry. Are you still mad?
Thom: I was never mad.
Perrie: It feels like it.
Thom: I haven’t talked to you in two weeks so maybe your feelings are just a little off.
Perrie: Okay... Look I’ll call you tonight, okay?
Thom: Right.
...
“HEY, EDWARDS. A FEW of us are going out for drinks tonight, we usually go every Friday.”
Staci is one of the other interns in the program. If I remember correctly, she is focused on neurosurgery. In hindsight, she is a cute brunette with a small round face and sweet eyes. With this day and age, everyone could figure out each other’s’ lives through social media, so most of the interns knew enough about each other.
They know about Perrie. Steve is married and has a four-month-old, Maci is the kickass—smarter and tougher than everyone else and pretty much my competition for every cardio related surgery. Brock and David are the life of the group, who both have no idea what they want to specialize in. What a fun bunch we are.
“I can’t, thanks though.” I take my scrub top off and throw a black Henley on.
The others are scattered around the locker room, changing and getting ready to leave. The surgical residency is mixed in with the other programs; it’s a large room with lockers and benches, kind of like junior high.
“Aw, you have to come at some point.” Staci grins.
Under my breath, I say, “I have a date with my girlfriend.”
“She’s in town?”
I meet her eyes again.
“No, Skype.” I grin slightly.
“Oh. It must be hard, her being so far away...what does she do again?”
I chuckle slightly as I pack my bag, I enjoy talking about what Perrie is doing more than what I’m doing. “She’s doing her pathology residency at Mass Gen.”
“Oh yeah. I remember. Well, you should try and come with us next time.”
“Sure. Yeah.” I smile and take my leave.
The hospital isn’t far from my apartment. The fifteen-minute walk home is the time I get to think and probably relax for the first time in hours. Hollywood makes residency seem more grueling than it is, but we have regular eight-hour days, only exceptions are when I observe a surgery that goes super long, or I do an ER rotation that seems endless. I am not any more tired than I was in med school.
Maybe that’s why I don’t understand how Perrier could have been so busy, she couldn’t call or even text me back. Was pathology that much different? It nags my brain until I get home, shower, and eat half of a turkey sandwich. I try and get into something on Netflix, but it just reminds me of Perrie.
“Damnit.” I rub my face and let my head fall forward on the table.
In that sweet spot between sleep and reality, I can almost smell her here with me. The sweet peach and cream scent that comes with Perrie swirls in my head. She would always smell the same at the end of the day, and it would always feel so damned good to hold her.
I think it’s what I miss most.
Just the weight of her body on mine, the slopes of her curves and the warmth of her...I went through withdrawal when I left, it was the only way I could explain the numbing cold in my chest, and it wasn’t my asthma.
Just as the heaviness of sleep came for me, my laptop rang with a Skype call.
The beep sounds, and the screen clears up to Perrie. Every thought, every feeling I had towards her before just faded off. All I’m left with is the brightness of her eyes, and the beauty of her face. I can tell she is tired, but she makes it look effortless. Her hair is down in messy waves, framing the soft curve of her face. Her smile is so wide and so bright, the dimple under her eye reacquainting itself with me. But I can see the unease in her eyes just as clearly as the sadness.
She sighs, “Hi, Thom.” She chews the edge of her full, peachy lip.
“Hey. You look beautiful.” I manage a smile.
“Thanks...how are you?” She shifts on her bed.
I know she is sitting on her bed because the headboard is a blue cushion. She gave me a video tour when she got settled in. Her roommate is rarely there, so one-bedroom stays shut. Her living room and kitchen are blocked off by one wall, and she hasn’t really decorated the place yet.
“I’ve had better days.”
A slight furrow forms on her forehead. “I miss you.”
“Then why did you ignore me for two weeks?” I don’t mean for the words to come out as needy and accusatory as they do, but there is no point in beating around the bush.
There was one t
elltale sign about Perrie that I was most familiar with. Her dishonesty is her only shield to her more painful feelings.
“I wasn’t ignoring you. I told you, I just got busy super-fast. I kept forgetting, but that doesn’t mean I—”
“That’s bullshit, Perrier.”
She pulls at the sleeve of her black tee shirt as she shakes her head and her nostrils flare as she thinks. “It doesn’t mean I don’t miss you. A lot.”
“Why do you feel like you can’t tell me the truth? Like I won’t understand your feelings, or something.” I shrug my shoulders as I rub away the sleep from my eyes and comb through my hair. I would give my only good lung to be with her. I just want to hold her and tell her everything is going to be okay.
But it has only been three months and I know everything is not okay. This is fucking hard—the distance...
“It isn’t that. Please, Thom. I’m really sorry.” Her voice softens.
“But what are you sorry for? That you didn’t return my messages, or that you’re lying to me right now? I told you four years ago to never lie to me Perrier, I meant it.”
“I know.” Her voice wavers.
I wince at seeing her on the verge of tears, but I need to get through to her.
“Okay. Then what is it? Baby, you can talk to me. You know how much I love you.” I soften my voice, tilting my head to the side and find her gaze somehow.
Her nose curls as she inhales sharply. “It’s just...it’s hard not seeing you. I hear your voice and it’s like a fucking punishment. I don’t know how...I just guess I needed time to get my head straight. I didn’t realize it would be this hard.” She moves to wipe a tear before it falls, but only more come as she sniffles them away.
My chest goes heavy and my throat closes with pain for her. For us.
I don’t think anyone could ever know how hard it could be.
Simply being away from the person you love most is hard for even a day, maybe two. But weeks and then months without knowing when we’d meet again is the worst part. I have a different way of dealing with things than Perrie, and I should have been more sensitive to her, knowing that.