The past six weeks have flown by surprisingly fast. I’ve kept myself busy with work, picking up extra shifts to help pad my travel budget. Brian and I either talk, FaceTime, or text every day, sometimes all three. Even with the distance, things are still going great. I can’t wait to see him when I get to Indianapolis today.

Since he happens to have the day off, he’s picking me up from the airport and taking me straight home. We have plans to get together with Becca and Scott for dinner, but he’s assured me that he has plans for us for a few hours before he’s willing to share me with anyone else. If any of the numerous phone sex sessions are anything to go by, I have a feeling being back together in person is going to be very satisfying.

I arrive early afternoon and as soon as I walk around the corner to make my way out of security, I see Brian leaning against a pillar. As soon as I’m clear, I take off running, leaping into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face in his neck.

“Hi,” I say into his neck, kissing the thumping pulse point there.

“Hi, yourself.” He pulls me back so he can crush his lips to mine. “God, I have missed you, woman,” he says against my lips.

I release my hold on him, unwrapping my legs and sliding down his body, feeling every hard ridge and bulge, definitely not missing the one his hard cock has made.

“Let’s go get my bag so we can get out of here without getting arrested for sex in public,” I tease him, pulling him toward baggage claim.

He slips his arm around my waist, grabbing a handful of my ass before settling his hand on my hip.

“Hey, behave yourself. You can be as naughty as you want once we don’t have an audience around us,” I promise him.

“Just you wait. I plan on doing very naughty things to you for the next ten days,” he says, nipping at my neck, sending chills straight down my spine and to my core.

We stand together, waiting on my luggage, Brian trying to hide the fact he’s practically mauling my neck and attempting to sneak his hand up my shirt to cop a feel. I’m standing in front of him, leaning back into him, as he sits against the edge of the railing. I’m sure some of the reason for this position is to help hide his raging hard-on that’s tenting his jeans. The other is so I can be in his arms. The man is very touchy, but I don’t blame him. It’s been so long since we’ve been together in person.

My bag finally comes out and we make it to his truck. He pushes me up against the truck and kisses the bejesus out of me, before opening the door and helping me inside. At this point, I just hope we make it into his condo before he starts to undress me. I really don’t want one of his neighbors getting an eyeful.

Thankfully, he is a gentleman and carries up my suitcase to his condo, keeping me right next to him as we make our way up. As soon as the door closes behind me though, he’s on me, spinning me against the wall. The fourteen-inch height difference makes this a little inconvenient, but he hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he pins me against the wall again. As soon as he’s got me where he wants me, his lips crash into mine, demanding and urgent.

“God, baby. I can’t get enough of you,” he says against my lips before kissing his way to my jaw.

I do my best to rid him of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He makes quick work of removing my shirt, and doesn’t stop until my bra is also off. His head drops instantly to my breasts, sucking, licking and teasing. With one in his mouth, he rolls the other nipple between his fingers, every movement sending a shock straight to my core. I’m so primed and ready for him, and I’m anxious for this to move along. The pressure his cock is providing against my clit is good, but I need more.

“Brian, take me to bed. Please.”

He backs up from the wall, still ravishing my breasts, and walks us down the hall to his room, not stopping until his knees hit the bed and he leans over to lay me down. As soon as I’m on the bed, he’s kissing down my belly, toward my pants.

He quickly pops the button and unzips them, pushing them off my body within seconds. He leaves the thong I’ve got on, sucking in an audible breath when he sees it.

“Figured you’d love it,” I tell him.

“You’re perfect,” he grunts out.

“It’s one that was in a package that someone sent me earlier this week. You don’t happen to know who would have done that, now do you?” I ask coyly. I know full well the package that arrived from La Perla was sent from him. After doing some internet searching, I learned he dropped a small fortune on what he sent in that package – all which I just might have packed with me for this trip.

“Thi… Fuck…” Brian stumbles over his words. “This looks so much hotter on you than it did on my computer screen,” he finally gets out.

“So, I take it you like it?”

“I love it. Please tell me you brought the rest of what I sent you?”

“Maybe,” I tease him. “You’ll just have to be patient and find out.”

“Don’t tease me, woman.”

“Why don’t you quit talking and get to fucking me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He salutes me, dropping his head to kiss my mound through the lace covering it.

The sensation of his mouth against me, and the heat of his breath against my core, is almost too much. His fingers, which are currently trailing the edge of my thong, slip it aside to run through my folds. My back arches off the bed, pushing my center closer to his mouth, searching for the release my body so badly wants. Needs.

He takes pity on me and slips two fingers inside, pumping quickly in and out of me. His expert moves draw me closer to that cliff, until suddenly, he pulls his fingers from my core, and sits back on his haunches, looking down at me with a devilish grin.

“Brian,” I whine. “Why did you stop? Why are you torturing me?”

“I’m not torturing you nor am I stopping, trust me. Just changing things up, and I’ve still got too many clothes on,” he says, as he removes his pants and boxers. His hard cock is standing at attention, on full display. The head is red and flared, and I lick my lips just looking at it.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like you’re about to eat me, I might come right now,” he laughs, pumping his hand up and down his shaft a couple of times. “As much as I want your lips wrapped around my cock, I would rather have my cock in your pussy the first time I come today.”

“Well, quit talking and start fucking,” I crassly tell him. “I’m pretty sure I’ve already told you this, mister.”

“You are one naughty girl,” he growls, reaching for a condom from his nightstand.

He tears the packet open with his teeth, then rolls the condom down his length quickly before he climbs back on the bed, lying flat on his back next to me. Before he can pull me on top of him, I’m already swinging my leg over him, so that I’m straddling his groin. I instantly start to rock my hips along his shaft as it slips through my folds, driving us both crazy.

Brian skims his fingers up my belly and along my ribs, until he reaches the underside of my breasts. The trail his fingertips make around my breasts is featherlight, brushing over my nipples, causing them to harden on contact. He sits up, bringing his mouth to my breasts, but instead of kissing or sucking, he places love bites along them, all over. Finally, he sucks the left one in between his lips, and I arch my back, pushing my breasts further into him. At the same time, I lift up enough to slip his cock to my entrance.

As he slides inside me, inch by incredible inch, he loses his concentration on his assault on my breasts for a few seconds.

“Ah fuck, yes, Kin. God, I missed you. You feel so fucking tight and incredible,” he rasps out, wrapping his arms around my body, holding me tightly to him as I start to bounce myself on him. We’re chest to chest, skin on skin, staring into each other’s eyes as the connection between the two of us deepens. I can feel the tingle starting to form in the base of my stomach; my orgasm is going to crest any moment.

“That’s it, baby, chase it. I want you coming on my cock,” Brian whispers to me, sensing the change in my body. He leans back, changing his angle to take over thrusting, as my body is losing strength to do so myself. He pounds his hips into me, his pace frantic and hard. The moans and noises falling from my lips urge him on as my body reacts to his. My orgasm rips through me and I fall forward, landing chest against chest. He never stops thrusting, as he chases his own release moments after mine. As I feel his body let loose, another wave of my orgasm hits me hard, and I cry out in ecstasy.

We both lie there, panting, coming down from our orgasms. We remain wrapped up in each other for I don’t know how long, just enjoying being back in each other’s arms.

I finally break our connection, sliding off Brian’s lap and out of bed, so I can go to the bathroom. He follows me in, discarding the condom and waiting for me to finish.

“What time are we meeting for dinner?” I ask, back in the bedroom, as I search for my discarded thong. I locate it, and pull it back on, along with my jeans, then grab one of Brian’s t-shirts to slip over my head. Brian pulls out some clean boxers and a pair of basketball shorts, slipping them both on before following me out to the living room. I scoop up my bra and shirt that were discarded out here. I take them back to the room, tossing them on the bed to deal with later, before returning to the living room.

“We’re meeting everyone at seven, so we still have a few hours,” he says, patting the cushion next to him, where he has taken up residence. I sit down, relaxing into him. He puts his arm around me, wrapping me in his embrace.

“Did you want to do anything before then?” he asks after a few minutes.

“Just spend time with you. Is there anything you needed to get done? I know today’s your only day off, so if you’ve got things to do, we can go.”

“You’re the only thing on my agenda today,” he says, kissing my neck.

“Mmmhmm,” I moan.

“Do you want to watch a movie? Or we can go back to bed for another round?” he asks, hope evident in his voice.

“I could go for either; however, I’m also a little sleepy and could go for a nap, so I have energy for tonight.”

“I could be persuaded to take a nap. Especially if it can be a naked nap,” he says, nipping my ear.

I stand, offering Brian my hand. We head straight for the bed, losing our clothes again. We slip beneath the sheets, meeting in the middle, as he wraps me in his arms. I quickly drift off to sleep, feeling the safety and warmth of Brian surrounding me.

* * *

Dinner with our friends is always a great time. Seeing Becca again brings me such a peace, and I realize I get that same feeling being around Brian. Murph brought Madison along, so he didn’t feel like the fifth wheel in the group. She is a real sweetheart. I can absolutely see something brewing between the two of them. It’s so obvious they are trying to ignore it, and I wonder if they’re worried about crossing the friendship line.

Becca and I made plans for my time here and while we’re on the road with the guys. We head for Vegas the day after tomorrow, and while we’re there, we have a spa day booked, as well as a show one evening. The guys will be busy with the All-Star events, and while we plan on attending some of them, we plan to skip the ones they aren’t participating in.

After hours of drinking, eating, and enjoying each other’s company, we finally call it a night and head our separate ways. I’m a little tipsy by the end of the evening, and feeling pretty good by the time we make it back to the condo.

As soon as we make it inside, I jump Brian, quickly directing him to the bedroom. We only have so many days together, and I don’t plan on wasting any of our time together.