by M K Dwyer
Blake slapped him on the back. “You got it, man. Go meet your son.”
Bryan grinned from ear to ear, pulled Blake into a bear hug. “Thanks, man. I knew I could count on you.”
“Always, man. Always.”
Bryan jogged back to the truck and jumped in. Rebecca managed a weak wave just as her face contorted in pain and Bryan began to drive away. He could only imagine having to endure the pain of contractions while riding in a vehicle for an hour. It would probably be the longest hour of her life.
“Wow. That must be terrible.”
“I was just thinking the same thing. You didn’t have a long drive to the hospital when you had Joe?”
“Nope. We were in San Diego at the time and only ten, maybe fifteen, minutes from the hospital. I don’t remember exactly, but it wasn’t far at all. It felt like an hour, but I imagine an hour feels like a lifetime.”
He would have to agree with that. “You ready for lunch? I can see what they have around here.”
“Lunch sounds good.”
“Great. Then we can move our bags over to the trailer. Or we can keep sleeping in the main house. Bryan said they don’t mind either way.”
She was quiet for a moment as they walked into the house and headed towards the kitchen. “I don’t know. On one hand, I think I’ll feel a little odd sleeping in their house while they aren’t here. On the other hand, they have so much room and the beds are so soft.”
He chuckled. “Both true, but add this too, he asked me to keep an eye on things and we can do that better by staying in the main house.”
She winked at him. “Or you just don’t want to sleep on that awful bunk bed again.”
“You forget, beautiful, but it was your turn on the bunk bed.” He exaggerated a wink back at her.
Her eyebrows hit her hairline. “Riiiiight. Umm… let’s stay here until they get back, and then move to the trailer to give them some privacy with the new baby.”
He laughed, hard. “Anything you want, beautiful. Sounds like a plan.”
He looked through the fridge and the pantry. “It looks like we could have anything our heart desires for lunch. There are even some premade burgers in the fridge. I think Bryan meant to grill these today. What do you think?”
“Perfect. I’ll get the toppings ready while you fire up the grill.”
He went outside and did just that. She brought the patties out to him, and when the grill was hot enough, he threw them on. Two for her and two for him. She wrapped up the other four patties that Bryan had prepared and put them in the freezer until next time.
The two of them had a peaceful, long lunch, on the back patio. They hung out and talked for hours about nothing and yet everything. Blake couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed someone’s company as much as he enjoyed Theresa’s. She was fun and quirky, and everything he learned about her made him like her more.
The sun started to set and there was a chill in the air. Early September in Montana was much different than Arizona had been just a couple of days before. They’d talked for so long on the back patio, it was almost dinner time.
“What do you want to do tonight, beautiful? Dinner and another movie?”
“I could go for that.” She jumped up and ran to the back door. “But only if I get to pick the movie!”
He laughed and followed her into the house. She was already looking through Bryan and Rebecca’s movie collection in the living room when he walked in. “I guess that means I get to pick dinner?”
“Sure. Just don’t take too long. I’m hungry.”
He continued into the kitchen. He knew exactly what he wanted to make. A few minutes later, he returned to the living room, kicked off his shoes and sat down just as she was putting a disc in the player.
She kicked off her own shoes and sat next to him. “What are you doing? What about dinner?”
“Already done. It’ll be done in twenty minutes.”
“Huh?”
He smiled at her confusion. “I put a pizza in the oven for us. I saw some in the freezer earlier and decided then that we’d have one for dinner.”
“Good choice. I’ve been craving pizza. What kind?”
“Supreme. Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah. I’m not picky.”
“So, which movie did you pick?”
She gave him a sly smile, and he was almost sorry he asked. He didn’t think he really wanted to know the answer.
“I’ll give you a hint. A cinematic masterpiece starring Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey.”
He groaned. It wasn’t a bad movie choice, though ‘masterpiece’ was a stretch, but the problem was he wasn’t sure he would be able to watch a sexy movie next to a sexy girl and still keep his hands to himself. He was already having trouble with that as it was.
Shortly after the movie started, the oven timer went off signaling that their pizza was ready. He jumped up to get it, welcoming the distraction from the hot girl leaning on his arm.
A few minutes later, he brought back two plates and they had dinner at the coffee table while the sexiest movie of all time played on the television.
Now who’s exaggerating?
Well, it felt like the sexiest movie of all time with the company he had and his hormones raging the way they were.
He scarfed down the pizza and sat back from the coffee table. It felt like his entire body was buzzing, and he realized he was nervous. He wasn’t the kind of person who usually got nervous, so the feeling was nearly foreign to him.
Once Theresa finished her pizza, she picked up both of their plates and started to take them to the kitchen.
“You don’t have to do that, beautiful. I can take care of it.”
“No. Sit. You cooked both meals. The least I can do is wash the few plates we’ve used today.”
“Oh, please. I’d hardly call that cooking.”
“I would. So, sit.” She gave him her ‘mom face’. He’d recognize it anywhere. He received that look a lot growing up.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She walked into the kitchen ending the discussion without saying anything else.
He’d let her believe he was conceding the point, but really, he would just beat her to the dishes next time.
Chapter Ten
Theresa
She put the dishes in the sink and took a deep breath. That man made her want to scream in frustration sometimes. She knew he had no intentions of letting her pull her own weight while they were marooned together in the wilderness, but that wouldn’t stop her from trying to help out. Then again, it also made her smile that he wanted to take care of her. She rolled her eyes at herself. She needed to snap out of it.
Once she was finished with the dishes from both lunch and dinner—the few that there were—she walked back into the living room half expecting Blake to be either asleep or bored out of his mind. She did not expect him to be sitting rigidly-still while Johnny and Baby sang and crawled towards each other on screen.
“You know, this scene was improvised.” He looked over at her with wide eyes like he hadn’t heard her come in. “Apparently, they were goofing around while warming up for the scene, but it turned out so good, they decided to keep it in the movie.”
She sat down next to him with her left leg curled under her. It was her favorite way to sit even if it did make her leg fall asleep most times.
“You don’t say.” He smiled at her and visibly relaxed.
“I do say.” She smiled back at him.
He put his arm around her and she snuggled into him. She felt conflicted again. She loved when they were close, but she didn’t know if he felt what she was feeling. He was the one person in the world that knew exactly what she was dealing with, and she didn’t want to ruin what they had. He knew what she’d gone through with Mark. The fear she had for herself and her son. The fear she had for the unknown future.
His presence was comforting because whatever happened, they were in it together. Mark had pushed them together by
placing a target on both their backs, but it was because of him that she was conflicted.
She liked Blake.
Romantically.
A lot.
More than she wanted to admit to anyone, and most of all, herself. But he was Mark’s brother.
She didn’t fear for herself around him—or anything like that—but it did make her feel like a hussy for wanting him. She wasn’t supposed to jump from one brother’s bed to another’s. No matter what anyone thought of her, she wasn’t that kind of girl.
But did it count if one of the brothers was a bona fide insane asshole?
She didn’t think so.
What was holding her back again?
She looked up at the man she was leaning on, both figuratively and physically. He looked down at her and they just stared at each other for a moment. Her mind screamed, “Kiss him!” But she hoped the look on her face was a little more neutral than that. Afterall, the look on his face certainly was.
She bit her lip as she contemplated her options, and he groaned. “You’re killing me, beautiful.”
“What?”
He leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes like he couldn’t look at her when he said what he wanted to say. “When you bite your lip, I can’t help but imagine myself biting that lip.”
Screw it. She climbed on his lap, placed her knees on the couch surrounding his hips, pressed her body up against his, and took what she wanted.
She held his head in her hands and kissed him, hard. She was over zealous, even clumsy, at first, and their teeth collided.
His lips were soft and full, more so than a man’s lips had any business being. The coarse hair of his mustache and beard scratched at her face and tickled her nose. She’d never been a fan of kissing guys with beards, but his was just the right amount of coarse and soft that it did delicious things to her senses. She writhed on his lap as she imagined the scrape of his beard on the more sensitive areas of her body.
His large hands ran up her legs, over her thighs and landed on her ass. He licked her lip, and she moaned as their tongues met and danced and his bulge grew underneath her.
She threaded her fingers through the short hair on the back of his head and pulled lightly on his scalp. The action made him groan into her mouth, and his hands left her ass to move higher until she felt him touch her bare waist under her shirt. He pushed her shirt higher and higher until she had to lift her arms and break the kiss to get it off. She looked into his eyes when they broke apart and the glazed look in them made her practically attack him once she was free of the offending garment.
He threw her shirt somewhere and chuckled into her mouth. He didn’t waste any time and unhooked her bra like a pro too, tossing it somewhere in the general direction of her shirt. His hands zeroed in on her breasts, and they both moaned when he took one in each hand. Her breasts were large, but they were the perfect size for his hands, and he played her body like a violin.
Before she knew what was happening, he’d moved her. Suddenly, she was flat on her back on the couch and he was over her without ever separating their lips. Her breathing hitched as she started to hyperventilate.
He pulled back as soon as he realized something was wrong. “What’s the matter, beautiful?”
She tried to smile reassuringly at him, but she wasn’t sure how well she managed it. Not well at all according to the look on his face. “Umm…” She didn’t want to stop, but she couldn’t be underneath him either. “Can we switch?”
The excitement came back to his face. “Of course.”
He stood up and pulled her to her feet with him. For the first time, she saw the bulge she’d been sitting on and her apprehension threatened to return, but she decided not to think too far ahead. She would go with the flow wherever the flow took her.
Still standing, he tentatively kissed her lips again, and she responded by deepening the kiss. She slipped her hands under the hem of his shirt and pushed up until she was the one breaking the kiss and pulling his shirt over his head. She placed her hand in the middle of his chest and nudged him until he was falling back onto the couch.
Climbing on top of him and straddling his hips again, her body hummed as she leaned down, and her nipples grazed his chest. She leaned further, and the feel of his bare chest pressed to hers sent tingles all over her body. She didn’t think she’d ever been that aroused from just a little kissing and touching.
Not complaining, though!
She giggled a little which caused him to break the kiss. “What so funny, beautiful?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” She giggled again as he kissed down her neck and his gaze zeroed-in on her chest.
“Damn, Theresa. I love your breasts. I wonder if your perfect little nipples taste as good as they look.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth and her back arched pressing her nipple further into his warm, inviting mouth.
“Damn, Blake. I love your mouth.” He chuckled as he moved to give her other nipple as much attention as the first. She thought she would explode from those sensations alone. Playing with her breasts usually did nothing for her, but he had the magic touch. Or maybe, the magic mouth. She shivered imagining his mouth all over her.
“Are you cold?”
“Nope. Just the opposite.”
He smiled as he held her head and brought her lips to his. The man could win any kissing competition he entered.
Is there such a thing?
It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t let him enter one anyway.
Woah. He’s not mine. He’s not mine. He’s not mine. We’re just having a little fun.
She would have to chant that repeatedly or her emotions would get other ideas. The one and only time she’d had a fling she ended up pregnant and married, so maybe she wasn’t cut out for one. She hoped that wasn’t true because she desperately wanted one with Blake.
He broke the kiss and pulled back still holding her head in his hands. “Where did you go, beautiful?”
“Nowhere.”
“You’re here, but your mind is a million miles away. Do you want this?”
She nodded guessing that “this” meant the fling she was thinking about. She wished she could reassure him about how much she wanted it, but she couldn’t form the right words and if she opened her mouth then everything she was thinking would fly out.
He kissed her again and all thoughts left her head anyway. His hands skated down her body until they met at the button on her jeans. He popped it open, moved her zipper down, and slid his hands down the back of her pants into her underwear gripping her bare ass. He used his grip to press her body down right where he wanted her as he lifted his hips and grinded his cock against her clit through their jeans.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She jumped up and shimmied out of her jeans, and the lust in his eyes gave her the courage to drop her underwear too. She kicked her clothes to the side and tried not to think about being naked in front of the hottest guy she’d ever met.
He popped the button and zipper on his own jeans and lifted his hips to push his pants and underwear down his legs. She pulled his clothes the rest of the way off and threw them behind her.
“Wait!”
“What?”
“I need those.”
“Need what?”
“My pants.”
“Why?”
“I need my wallet.”
“Huh?”
“Unless you prefer bareback.”
“Oh!”
She scooped up his pants and brought them over to him. He pulled his wallet from the back pocket and removed the condom.
“A condom in the wallet? Is that always there or were you expecting this?”
He tossed his pants to the side, sat up, grabbed her by the arms and pulled her on top of him so she was straddling him again. He kissed her deep and hard before pulling back again and smiling a shit-eating-grin at her. “Not expecting. Just hoping.”
She laughed as she plucked the condom from his hand and tore
the foil packet open. She scooted back for better access, rolled the condom down his cock, and crawled back up his body. His eyes bored into hers as he watched her every move. She kissed him as she rubbed herself over his length. Then she lifted as he grabbed his dick. Positioning herself over him, she lowered a little taking the tip inside of her. He held her hips as she raised up and then lowered a little more. She rocked back and forth, each time taking more of him inside of her. When she finally reached the hilt she felt impossibly, gloriously full. She leaned down and kissed his lips as she adjusted to the fullness.
“Damn, girl. You feel so good. If your pussy is this tight, I can only imagine how tight your ass is going to be.” He winked at her and she moaned at his dirty words. She’d never done that before and never wanted to, but damn if it didn’t sound like the best idea coming out of his mouth.
She placed both her hands on his chest and moaned as she pushed herself to sit up changing the angle of his cock in her. His hands on her hips gripped harder as he began pushing up when she thrust down. The rhythm and combined momentum set off so many sensations, she didn’t know which one to focus on first.
His right hand left her hip and moved to her center. He used his thumb to play with her clit in the same rhythm of their thrusts. The orgasm that had been building and buzzing in the background rushed to the surface, and her back arched as her orgasm washed over her.
“Fuck! Blake, I’m coming.” She moaned and then groaned out the “ing” as she heard her voice echo off the vaulted ceiling of the large living room.
As she was coming down from her high, she felt his movements falter, and he jerked hard inside of her as he grunted and shouted his own release.
She collapsed on his chest completely spent with his dick still inside of her.
He ran his fingers lightly up and down her back as their breathing evened out. “Damn, beautiful. I knew it would be explosive with you, but I never imagined that. I think you’ve ruined me.”
She smiled but didn’t answer. He might have ruined her as well, but she would never admit that to him. It wasn’t smart to let a fling ruin her, and it was even less smart to tell that fling that he’d ruined her.