by Amy Brent
So, when I got back to my hotel and settled in for the evening after all the interviews and book signings, I called her up on my phone.
“Brandon?” she asked breathlessly.
“Hey there, Mel,” I said.
“Are-are you all right? I mean, how was your flight?”
“It was fine. I’m fine. Long day. Listen, we need to talk.”
Her end of the phone fell silent as I drew in a deep breath.
“Brandon, I’m really sorry,” she said.
“I know you are, and I do understand why you panicked. But honestly? It was a stupid reason to panic.”
“I know. Ava showed me that,” she said.
“But I should’ve been able to show you that just fine. Mel, this is the first time since you’ve walked back into my life that you didn’t let me help you. You threw up this huge wall, and for the first time, it wasn’t due to any of your past traumas. It was due to your current insecurities.”
And still silence.
“I don’t know how many times I can tell you I love you before you understand it. I don’t know how many states I have to fly over to get to you to show you how hard I’m willing to work to make this thing happen between us. I fucked up, and I get that. But that’s not the man I am today. I worked fucking hard to make sure that wasn’t the man I ended up becoming.”
“I know,” she said, whispering.
“As your doctor, I wanted to help you. As the man who loves you, I wanted to help you. Everything inside me was screaming to help you, and you wouldn’t let me.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I can’t force you to take help you don’t want. It’s the first rule you learn in my line of work.”
“Brandon, please—”
“I love you, Mel.”
I heard her swallow deeply as my hand clenched my cell. There were so many things I wanted to say to her. So many things I wanted to dote on. I wanted to tell her that her smile brightened my day. That her touch ignited a fire in my gut. That her skin writhing against mine in bed fueled beautifully disgusting thoughts that ravaged my mind when I was not with her.
“Do you hear me when I tell you that?” I asked.
“I do,” she croaked.
“I love the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. I love the way your body arches into mine whenever I wrap my lips around your nipple. I love the way your hand slips soundly into mine, and I adore the way you lean into me when I wrap my arms around you. I love the way your hair now tumbles down your back and how you moan every time I pull it in bed. I love the way your lips feel against my chest, and I sure as hell love the way you shake when my head is between your thighs.”
I heard her sigh, and for a split second, a grin crossed my face.
“I love the way my words can make you cave,” I said.
“I love all those things, but right now it’s all one-sided.”
“Brandon…”
“You have to take this time to think, Mel. You have to come to a decision. I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re sifting through a lot, but the only choice you have to make is to let me in and to be vulnerable one last time. Because I can promise you that if you are and if you commit yourself to opening up just one more time, it’ll be the last time you ever have to.”
“How can you be so sure?” she asked breathlessly.
“Call it a hunch,” I said.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “Be decisive. Think about the decision you’re going to make. Delve into how you truly feel. For once, Mel, be self-aware. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep coming to you whenever you need me only to be shoved out a door when you get weak. Because if I can’t trust you to be weak around me, how in the hell am I ever going to be able to be weak around you?”
My question silenced her, bringing her pause as she considered all I’d thrown her way.
“You want an answer when you get back,” she said.
“I do. And if you don’t want me, all you have to do is say so. We’ll still continue our sessions, and we’ll still work to get you on a good path. If you do, then I’ll still put in the work. I’ll still be right here, but I’ll be sitting across from you in an office instead of in your bed.”
I heard her sniffle, and it broke my heart. I couldn’t imagine the corner she felt backed into. The way her mind was probably running away with her again. Everything inside me wanted to help her and to pick her apart and try to put the pieces back together in the right fashion.
But this wasn’t only me we were talking about. Max had taken a liking to both her and Sarah. This was for him, too.
“Try to get some rest, all right?” I asked.
“I’ll try,” she said.
“Good. I’ll call to check up on you tomorrow if you’d like.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she said.
“All right. I’ll talk with you then. Good night, Melissa.”
“Good night, Brandon.”
I got off the phone and tossed it onto the floor. My heart rate was buzzing, and my blood pressure had skyrocketed. I slid down into bed as every muscle in my body tensed, and immediately my cock began to rise. I had stress I needed to relieve as my body melted into the soft sheets of the hotel bed, and there was only one person on my mind as my hand wrapped around my dick.
Melissa.
I pumped my cock slowly as I thought of her soft, wet skin in that bathtub. The way the bubbles popped against her skin as she’d laid her head back on my shoulder. I thought about how her back bucked into me, stroking my cock as her hips rolled down into my fingers. Her clit had pulsed so good for me as I rubbed it, pulling from her delicious fluids that swirled around in the water. I clenched my thick cock tightly, picturing her plump lips wrapping around its head as I slowly thrust into my hand.
I thought about her taking me all the way back to her throat as her warm, beautiful eyes fluttered up to meet mine.
“That’s it, Melissa. Take all of that cock.”
I felt her tongue swirling around my cock as my thumb soaked itself in my precome. I dug my heels into the mattress as phantom pains of Melissa’s fingernails raked down the backs of my thighs. I thought about how beautifully she rode my cock, my hands planted on her hips as she bucked selfishly in my lap. Fuck, her pussy was so warm and tight, and I groaned as I stroked my cock faster and faster.
“No one feels like you, Melissa. No one.”
My dick grew bigger and bigger, pulsing against my palm as I thought about how her pussy tasted. How her thighs clenched around my cheeks and how her juices dripped all over my skin. I thought about how silken her fluids were and how easily they slipped down my throat.
I thought about shoving my cock all the way down hers and pouring my hot come right into her stomach.
“Yes. Shit. Fuck yes, Mel. Suck that cock. Take it back. Guzzle me down.”
The bed was rocking, and my hips were lifting with each thrust as my hand stroked my soaking wet cock. I thought about pinning Melissa to the wall and fucking her until she screamed for mercy. I thought about taking her from behind and how her ass jiggled perfectly as I slapped each cheek until they were blazing red. I thought about taking her virgin asshole, feeling how tight her puckered hole would be as her ass was filled with my come.
I wrenched my eyes shut and saw her beautiful smile, my name dripping from her lips as I thrust my hips into the air one last time.
“Mel. Mel. Yes, holy fuck, Mel. You feel so good. You’re so sexy. Fuck!”
I drenched the sheets that covered my body as stream after stream of thick come spurted from the head of my cock. My balls tucked tightly against my body as my heels dug into the mattress. My back collapsed on the bed as my entire body shook, reeling from my orgasm that left me heaving and gasping for air.
There was no woman’s memory that could ever pull from me the orgasms that Melissa’s memory could… and I prayed that she would choose me in the end.
Chapter 30
Melissa
“Brandon. Brandon. Right there. Don’t stop. Yes!”
He fucked me against the wall as the pictures came crashing to the ground. His cock filled me to the brim as he pinned my knees up, bending me in half and rendering me useless. I simply dug my nails into his body and allowed his cock to fill me up, my wet pussy dripping juices down his balls as they smacked against my ass.
“You’re mine. All mine. You understand?”
“Yours,” I whispered. “I’m all yours. Forever.”
He wrapped his arms around me and stumbled back onto a chair. He sat down as my legs straddled him, and I pulled his face into my tits. He licked and sucked, tasting as much of them as he could. His hands sank into the excess of my hips. I bucked on his cock, feeling it rub against that beautiful spot and throwing my head back in ecstasy.
“Holy shit. Yes. Your cock’s so massive, Brandon. I love it. I love it. I love it.”
“You can have this cock whenever you want. Forever. Do you hear me?”
He pulled one of my nipples between his lips as I lost myself in his body. He picked me up, his hands cupping my ass as he threw us onto the bed. He rolled me over and raised my hips, kissing my ass before doling out smack after smack after smack. I cried out in pain and pleasure, feeling my juices drip down my thighs just before he slid his massive cock right back into my swollen pussy.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’ll never want another man again,” he said.
“Fuck me, Brandon. Fuck me hard.”
I woke up with a start as sweat dripped down my brow. My clit was throbbing, and my pajama pants were soaked. Panting, I quickly slid my hand down between my legs as my pussy continued to leak its silky juices. My head was spinning from my dream as my fingertips worked my swollen clit, and I closed my eyes, immediately bucking my hips.
I pictured Brandon’s chiseled body, his muscles glistening in the moonlight. I pictured his beautiful eyes as I ran my hands through his thick, dark hair. I could feel the ghost of his lips on my neck as my entire body shivered, thinking about how hard he would fuck me if I asked him to. My tits jumped underneath my shirt, and I moaned and whimpered, wiggling underneath the sheets as my body began to buzz with electricity.
There wasn’t a memory of Brandon that didn’t get me riled up, but there was one image in particular that always came to the forefront of my mind.
The one time I sat on his face.
“Oh shit, Brandon. Yes. Lick that pussy. Oh, fuck! You lick so good.”
I saw us on that blanket in the woods we’d escaped to. I had just gotten into a fight with my parents after they had caught Brandon kissing me on the porch. My father tried to lock me in my room, and I climbed out the window, shimmying down the tree before I fell and scraped my arm. I ran all the way to his house, crying as I banged down his door.
He took me in his arms and insisted we go for a walk before I went back home.
“Brandon! Yes! I’m so close!”
I dug my heels into the mattress as my body flew over the edge. I thought about how his hands had dug into my ass. How his tongue pushed into my clit as my knees settled around his face. I thought about how he licked me clean, my body shaking in the fading sunlight as my hands massaged my own tits. I could still remember the smile on his face when I collapsed, falling into his arms as he settled me down onto the ground beside him.
It was the first time he’d ever told me he loved me.
My orgasm barreled over my body as I shook. My legs contracted, shaking with energy as my hand fell off to the side. My body collapsed in a fit of tremors, jumping and jerking as my eyes fluttered closed. I could still see his beautiful muscles rippling above my body as he bent down to kiss my lips.
But when I opened my eyes, he wasn’t there.
“Mommy? School?”
“Coming, sweetheart.”
The day went about as well as it could go. I dropped Sarah off at school, had a disgustingly boring day at work. I canceled my second appointment with Dr. Smith, but this time I was upfront with his secretary. I told her I had no plans to come and talk to him about anything, and I’d wait for Dr. Black to get back into town.
I committed myself to a decision despite what others might have thought about it.
I worked through lunch to get some things done before I left to pick up Sarah. I stopped by the grocery store and bought her favorite flavor of ice cream. I wanted to surprise her with a movie night, maybe invite Ava and Logan over. She’d been with my parents a lot over the past couple of weeks, and I wanted her to know she was loved.
Loved and cherished and longed for.
But, the moment she got into the car she asked me a question that surprised me, and it got my wheels turning about Brandon again.
“Mommy, when will we see Max and your friend again?”
“You mean Mr. Brandon?” I asked.
“Yeah. I like them. Why don’t they come over to play?”
It warmed my heart that she wanted to be around them. I felt tears crest my eyes as I tried to settle her mind, telling her that Mr. Brandon was out of town. She seemed to be all right with that answer, but the mere fact that she was asking for him was shocking. She never asked for anyone except Logan and Ava, and even that relationship took almost two years to cultivate.
She’d latched onto Max and Brandon in two weeks.
“Do you talk to Mr. Brandon?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, when Logan and Ava went to the beach, you still talked to her. Do you do that with Mr. Brandon?”
“I do sometimes, yes. Why?”
“Could I talk to him?”
“You want to talk to Mr. Brandon?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah. Like I talk to Ava.”
“I mean, sure. I could call him up and ask. Would you like me to do that?”
“Yes, please, Mommy.”
I had no idea how I was going to get myself out of this mess. I had to wait for Brandon to call me like Ava said, but now Sarah was wanting to talk with Brandon. I was finally starting to realize why Brandon wanted an answer the way he did.
He realized this was affecting our kids as well.
I got us home and fed us dinner before we curled up on the couch with some ice cream. I held my phone tightly in my hand, hoping and praying he would call me tonight. I ran my fingers through Sarah’s hair while we watched Beauty and The Beast, and the moment it hit nine o’clock, I started to get worried.
Here I had promised my daughter some time to talk with Brandon, and he wasn’t going to call so I could ask. What the hell was I supposed to do? Call him up? Send him a text message? Video call him? I was in territory I had no idea how to navigate, and I could feel the tightening sensation happening in my chest.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Then suddenly, my phone rang. It lit up with a name that practically made me squeal, and I looked over in time to see Sarah’s eyes light up. She scrambled from my lap and sat up on her knees, looking at the phone as I answered it. She looked so excited to talk to him, and I had to swallow back tears just to get out my greeting.
“H-hey there, Brandon.”
“Evening, Melissa. Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m all right. Just so glad you called. Listen, I have a question.”
“What’s up?”
“Sarah sort of—”
“Hi, Mr. Brandon!”
Sarah waved at the phone as Brandon chuckled, and my heart melted into a puddle. I wrapped my arm around my daughter, pulling her close to me as her eyes danced along the screen.
“Can you see me?” she asked.
“Nope. Hold on. We can fix that,” he said.
Soon, his face flashed on the screen, and Sarah giggled with delight. I pressed the camera button on my end and watched Brandon’s face light up as Sarah’s face filled the screen. He waved at her, and she waved back, and pretty soon, th
e two of them were talking as if they’d known each other for years.
“How was school today, Sarah?” he asked.
“Okay. I saw Logan. Does Max go to my school?”
“No, Max goes to another school down the road,” he said.
“Max should go to my school. That way he can play with me and Logan.”