Brandon
My phone rings as I walk into the hospital.
"Mr. Whitaker?"
"Yes, this is Brandon Whitaker."
"Well, we have some good news for you, your apartment is ready. Come by as soon as possible for your keys."
This is bittersweet. I've really enjoyed being back with my parents, but Carlie wants more privacy.
"Thank you so much for calling me, I'll have Miss Santos come by about lunch time." I hang up and immediately call Carlie. The excitement in her voice is contagious. I'm smiling as I make it to the ER.
"Hey, Brandon, you ready for this madness?" Dr. Iverson asks with exhaustion in his voice.
I just nod. My time in the Navy makes this place seem like paradise. I grab my gear and prepare for my rounds with Dr. Parker. She's a bit hard to deal with, but she knows her shit. I find her and prepare for the busy day ahead.
The last few months have flown by as we finally begin to get settled into our new apartment. It's weird, I admit, coming home to an empty apartment. You would think after almost six months we would already have it all done up, but Carlie has been working late and I've been pulling extra shifts at the hospital to build my savings back up to what it was before all of the moving expenses. Our time together has gotten strained and I'm doing all I can to hold us together. I sit down on the couch and turn on the TV, flipping channels until something catches my eye. Glancing at the clock I notice it's nine, so I shoot Carlie a text to make sure she's ok.
Twenty minutes later I hear her car in the driveway. I lay back and close my eyes as I hear her fumbling with the door lock. I immediately smell the stench of cigarettes and booze as she stumbles in. She attempts to tiptoe around the couch but her purse smacks the wall loudly. I lay there acting like I'm asleep but I’m intently listening. She sets her phone down on the table and makes her way to the bedroom.
I stay there for a bit longer and I hear her turning on the water in the bathroom. I'm not usually one to distrust her, but I grab her phone and scroll through her texts. I see where she read mine and ignored it and then I see these flirty messages between her and a number that's seems oddly familiar. Furious, I back out of her messages and convince myself I'm overthinking and reading more into this than necessary. I place her phone back on the table and ease quietly into the bedroom and lay down.
She stumbles out of the bathroom and crawls into bed, slapping me in the face with her damp hair. In a few minutes, she's hard and fast asleep and I lay there, unable to shake this sudden horrible feeling. Sleep finally finds me and those messages just keep playing in my dreams.
I wake up to the buzzing of my alarm clock and reach over to hit the snooze. Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, I try to ignore the many questions plaguing my thoughts. Looking over at the beauty lying next to me I can't help but smile and push the doubt to the farthest recesses of my mind. I roll myself closer to her and kiss her cheek.
"Hi," she says with a yawn and wraps her arms around me.
Breathing in her perfume I kiss her forehead, "Hi," I say pulling her closer. Immediately, I feel the blood rushing everywhere but my brain and the raw lust takes over. The combination of her touch and the repressed anger of last night are too much. I am clearly too hard for any foreplay and I just want to be inside her, so I quickly take off my shirt as Carlie removes her own. I rest my head against hers and begin kissing her deeply, passionately. Her soft pink lips feel so good against mine. Carlie places her hand over my dick and caresses it sweetly, moving her hand up and down over the soft fabric of my pants. I moan into her mouth, as my own kisses become more intense. She smiles and I pick my head up as she unties my pajama bottoms, pushing them down. I’m so hot at this point, I rip her panties off quickly, literally ripping them at the seams. She giggles at the tattered remains of black lace. Climbing on top of her I flick her clit and she moans. I take my fingers and rub her wetness on the tip of my dick before sliding in. Starting with slow and steady thrusts, she licks her lips and pulls me further into her. Her fingernails scratch down my back as I increase the tempo.
Stopping for a moment to kiss her, I notice a small, bluish red mark on her shoulder. Anger flows through me as does the need for release. I close my eyes and try to focus my anger, I want to get off, not hurt her. Thrusting faster and harder I can feel my orgasm building. She reaches down with one hand and circles her clit as I pound into her. She cries out as waves of pleasure take her and the rhythmic tightening pushes me over the edge. I groan in an animalistic way as I pump one last time, filling her with come.
All the frustration, all the anger and questions are washed away in that moment. Kissing the tip of her nose I get up, handing her a towel. "I'm getting in the shower, want to join me?" I ask opening the bathroom door.
"No, I'm going to change these sheets," she says. I nod and close the bathroom door.
She leaves for work and my phone begins to ring. Slowly crawling back out of bed I reach for it. It's Josh. "Hello," I groan.
“Heading to the gym, are you going with me?””
"Sure, give me about thirty."
"Alright, see you shortly," he says as he hangs up. I jump out of bed and throw on my gym clothes.
Josh is on the treadmill when I get there so I take the one beside him.
"Damn Bran, what took you so long?” he asks.
"I'm a little tired, wild morning," I say with a wink.
"Oh," he says, his tone cold. His phone rings and when he sees the number his face pales. "I have to take this call," he says running back towards the locker room.
I shake my head as he walks back towards me. "Where's the fire?" I ask, ready to leave since he is leaving.
"Oh, that was Michelle with some drama, as usual," he says, his voice nervous.
"I thought you two were doing well," I reply. I don't want to pry but I admit I am curious about his strange behavior.
"Yeah, we were until she decided to try to change me."
"What does that even mean?" I ask.
"It means she's afraid I'm gonna be out chasing skirts."
"Ummmm...well don't you?" I ask.
"Screw you, man. You're supposed to be on my side," he says with a laugh.
"Weren't you just telling me about that Valerie chick you met at Bottlestopper?"
"Oh yeah, how the hell did I forget her? She's a great fuck. I tell you. If she didn't live so far away I'd be in that every weekend. She's a fucking wildcat," he says. I just shake my head. I only go to keep him out of trouble, but it always finds him anyway. "Oh drop the nonsense, tp.”
"Tp?"
"Yeah, toilet paper; it's my nice way of telling you that you're an ass wipe."
"What the hell, man? You asked my opinion. If you don't want to hear what I have to say, don't ask," I reply as he smiles at me and slowly pushes up his sunglasses with his middle finger.
"Fucker," he says. I laugh and shake my head as I walk to my truck.