Chapter 31
Brandon
Melissa was expecting me today, but I still wanted to surprise her. I told her to expect me that evening, but as my jet touched down Thursday morning, I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of excitement. I was taking a limo to surprise her at work for lunch. I couldn’t wait to see her and to hold her and hear her voice. I wanted to watch her lips when she told me she loved me. I wanted to kiss her beautiful pout and swallow her moans. I wanted to laugh with her over lunch before kissing her deeply and dropping her back off at work.
I wanted to show her what every day of the rest of her life could look like.
I had the limo take me home, so I could shower and change. I had to cancel the last leg of my book tour in order to come back early, so I told my agent to secure everyone tickets to my upcoming conference, free tickets for all of them as well as a backstage pass so they could get their merchandise signed by me like they were trying to have done today.
My agent called to inform me that the tickets and backstage passes were a hit.
I was a trending topic on Twitter as well as the talk of the town in the media. My book was getting more press than I ever could’ve imagined, and the free tickets advertised my conference well before its time. That one little gesture stoked the fire of what ended up becoming the most lucrative decision of my entire career, and it was all because I came home early to see Melissa.
The limo pulled up to Melissa’s office and I started through the front doors. I looked around, trying to find some sort of guide that would help me figure out what floor she was located on, but the secretary at the main desk answered my question before I even asked.
“Looking for Melissa Conway?” she asked, grinning.
“This must be why you have your job,” I said. “I am. What floor is she located on?”
“The sixth floor. All the way down the hallway. It dead ends into her luxurious office,” the woman said as she rolled her eyes.
“Not a great view down here?” I asked.
“Got great when you walked in,” she said, winking. “It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Black. I’ve heard a great deal about you.”
“Oh, really?”
“I’m friends with Melissa,” she said.
“Wait. Are you Ava?” I asked.
“Oh, yikes. How much has she dished about us during those therapy sessions?” she asked, grinning.
“She proclaims you to be her best friend,” I said as I walked toward her. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“Let me give you a piece of advice,” she said. “I know you know Melissa from way back, but she’s different now. A new woman. And she’s broken. And hurting.”
“I’m aware of that, yes,” I said.
“But for her, it’s simple. She only wants people to do what they say they will.”
“There will never be any moment where I go against my word. I can assure you of that,” I said.
“Look, Melissa hasn’t shut herself away because she’s depressed. Well, there’s some of that in there, but her depression isn’t coming from the source most people think.”
“Then enlighten me,” I said.
“Time and time again, she’s tried to step out into the world. And time and time again, the world has shown her why she never should’ve done it. She stepped out into the world when she loved you, and you shoved it back into her face. She stepped out into the world with college, and her parents abandoned her. She stepped out into the world when she allowed Carl to come in and heal her, and he died. That’s how she routes it in her head. She steps out, she gets hurt, and it’s more proof why she shouldn’t have gotten out of bed in the first place.”
“And here I thought I was supposed to be the professional,” I said.
“I’ve spent years with her. I knew her when she first married Carl. It’s simple, but hard to dig out of her because she clutches it so close to her chest. Don’t make her regret stepping out again. I don’t know if I’ll ever get her back if you do.”
“I promise you, Ava, I will take great care of her,” I said.
“Brandon?”
My head turned down the hallway as a bright smile lit up Melissa’s face. She came running down the hallway, jumping into my arms as I buried my face into her hair.
“Also, I might’ve texted her when you walked through the doors,” Ava said, grinning.
“Thank you,” I mouthed to her.
“I thought you weren’t coming in until tonight,” she mumbled into my neck.
“Surprise,” I said as she stepped back. “Fancy some lunch?”
I took her hand and guided her out toward the limo. She gasped, her hands flying to her face as she shook her head.
“I’ve never been in a limo before,” she said.
“Then allow me.” I opened the door for her and helped her slide in. I ducked behind her, shutting the door before the driver pulled away from the curb. I rolled up the partition window as the tinted windows blocked us off from the world, and I turned my body towards Melissa. She was still smiling at me.
“You’re here,” she said.
“I’m here.”
“Your interviews this week were fabulous,” she said.
“I’m flattered you watched them.”
“You mentioned me in one of them.”
“I did,” I said.
“You called me your girlfriend.”
“Does that bother you?” I asked.
“Not really,” she said, grinning. “But won’t you get into trouble since I’m your patient?”
“Transferred you to Dr. Smith, remember? Even though you’ve been canceling your appointments, which I advise against, you’re not my patient currently.”
“Sneaky, sneaky,” she said, grinning.
Her fingertips were sliding up my leg, and I couldn’t look past how beautiful she was. With the tinted windows blocking out most of the sun, all that was taking up my vision was her slowly inching her way into my lap. My cock rose to the occasion as her tits grazed down my arm. Her hair fell in her face as she planted her knees beside my hips, her fingertips dropping down to strip me of my belt and pants. She pulled my cock out, her fingertips dancing up and down it as my hands rose to pull her hair away from her face.
The wanton look in her eyes caused my cock to leak out into her hand.
Slowly, painfully slowly, she rolled up the fabric of her pencil skirt. Her legs were smooth, glistening for me as she took off her button-down jacket. She untucked her blouse, removing it enticingly over her head and baring her beautiful tits for me. I raised my hand to cup them as her hair tumbled down around her shoulders.
But then, I felt her hand wrap around my cock while her fingertips slid her panties over.
I grabbed onto her hips as she sank quickly onto my cock. Her hands flew to my hair, and her pussy soaked my dick, the sound almost too much for me to bear. I pressed my lips onto her breasts, sucking in patches of skin and marking her as my own while her pussy walls throbbed around my cock. She was so wet for me, and my cock was pulsing against her, growing to sizes I didn’t know I could reach as my hips snapped up into hers.
“Oh, Brandon. Just like that.”
My hands rubbed all along her back before my fingertips unhooked her bra. The fabric fell away, tumbling to the floorboard of the limo as my lips attached to her nipple. She threw her head back in delight, groaning with pleasure. My hands flew to the small of her back, and I moved her, positioning her on the seat of the limo, lifting her leg and hooking it around the back of the seat.
Her pussy was exposed for me, glistening as her tits bounced with her breaths.
I dove in and out of her body as she shook around my cock. Her hands dug into the meat of the leather seats while her juices soaked my balls. I wanted to go back home with her smell coating my skin. I wanted her low groans to turn into wailing declarations of love. I wanted to make her come as many times as she could stand before I watched her hobble back into work.
I had no intention of feeding her anything for lunch other than my cock.
I slammed into her, watching her body jolt as my fingertips found her clit. I roughly circled it, watching her gasps catch in her throat. Her face was screwed up in pleasure. Pleasure I was delivering as my hips pounded mercilessly into her. Her juices were splattering all over my clothes, soaking the very fabric I’d have to pull back onto my body.
But then, I felt it, her pussy contracting around me as her legs began to shake.
“Brandon. Brandon. Yes. So close. Don’t stop. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Come for me, Mel. Let it all go.”
“Brandon!”
Her back arched up from the seat, and her pussy clamped down on my cock. I bit my lower lip, trying desperately not to spill just yet. Her body was shaking, my thumb making furious work of her clit, and just as I sank my cock into her again, another orgasm barreled through her body. I watched Melissa jolt and quake, her fingernails leaving crescents in the leather while I plunged my thick dick deep into her throbbing pussy.
Her jaw was unhinged in silent pleasure as her back finally hit the car seat.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I said.
I slowly pulled my cock from her and watched her juices trail down to the leather. The sight was gorgeous, her tanned skin dripping with her white fluids. I wanted to clean her up. Bury my tongue deep within her pussy and make her cry with delight as she orgasmed again and begged me to stop.
But my low-hanging balls had something different in mind.
I slid from the seat and shifted over to her. She tilted over onto her side and took my cock in her hand. Before I even gave her a command, she slid her lips around me, and I knew it wouldn’t take long before I was spilling down her throat.
“You like that? You like tasting yourself on me?”
“Mhm. Mhm. Mhm.”
I reached my hand over and parted her aching pussy folds again. My fingers found her sensitive clit, her body jumping as her thighs clenched together. Her thighs tried to stop me even as her hips rolled into my hands, and I slid one finger inside of her while my thumb continued to work its magic.
Her humming around my cock drew the very come I had to give her from my balls, and I slid myself down her throat just as she reached down and grabbed my wrist.
“Sweet Mel. You feel so good. Holy fuck, I love your lips. They treat me so well. Yes, yes.”
I felt my cock pumping my streams of come down her throat as she swallowed it all. She bucked wildly into my hand, covering my skin with her juices. Her pussy fluttered around my finger, her eyes widened, and just as she flew over the edge one last time, I pulled my cock from her lips just in time to hear her beautiful words.
“I love you. I love you. Oh fuck. I love you, Brandon.”
I rode her through her orgasm as tears started to pool in her sweet brown eyes. They reflected the yellow sparks of the sun as I slowly dipped down to her lips, drawing them up with mine as I tasted our mixture on her lips. When her back collapsed, and she started heaving for air, desperate to recuperate from her orgasms, I slowly massaged her burning pussy folds with my fingertips as she relaxed underneath my body.
“I love you, too, Mel,” I said.
We breathed each other’s air, smiling as the limo driver slowly came to a stop. We looked up and saw Melissa’s workplace, only to realize we’d burned through her entire lunch hour simply devouring each other’s presence.
And then, her stomach growled with hunger.
“Now what am I going to do?” she asked, giggling.
“You’re going to put yourself back together and go to work. I’ll have something delivered to you to eat while you finish your day. Then, you’re going to pick up Sarah, go home, and prepare for Max and me to come over.”
“Oh, Sarah’s gonna love that,” she said.
“And what about you?”
I watched as she slowly raised up, her eyes never leaving mine. We were half naked in the back seat of a limo with our come on every surface, but in that very moment, nothing else mattered.
Nothing except the answer that came from her lips.
“I’m going to love it, too,” she said, smiling. “Oh so much.”
I raised up and captured her lips with mine as her hands cupped my cheeks. I felt her smiling into me as her hands slid down my chest, tracing the outline of my muscles.
“So strong,” she said devilishly.
“And every inch of it is yours,” I said.
Chapter 32
Melissa
I wasn’t at my desk for more than an hour before the smell of food wafted up my nose. I looked up and saw Ava grinning in the doorway, holding up a pizza while carrying a drink for both of us.
“The man could drop-order us steaks, and he orders pizza,” she said as she walked in.
“It’s my favorite,” I said, grinning.
“You have this beautiful glow, Melissa,” she said as she sat the pizza down. “Care to explain?”
“He left his book tour for me. Twice,” I said.
“He did.”
“And he picked me up in a limo,” I said breathlessly.
“He did.”
“And we had great fucking sex in it,” I said, moaning.
“No, you didn’t! Girl. Spill. Now.”
“I was the one who initiated it. Can you believe that? Me. Initiating sex.”
“With those hips of yours and those breasts I still wish I had? It doesn’t faze me a bit.”
“I crawled into his lap and just pulled it out,” I said as I opened my drink.
“I’m all ears,” she said as she bit into a slice of pizza.
“And I went to town. Sank right down onto him and took off. He laid me down on the leather seat and tossed my leg over the side, and I came three times with him. Three.”
“After that man worked that hard, I hope you gave him his,” she said.
“I did. After he was done, he kneeled in front of me. I took the reins from there,’ I said, grinning.
“I. Am. So. Jealous.”
“I made the right choice,” she said.
“I didn’t realize you’d made a choice.”
“I did. It’s why he flew back early. We talked Tuesday evening, with the kids on a video call and everything. I saw his mom, and we talked like we used to. Sarah and his son Max stole the phone, and they showed each other their new toys. There was nothing about it that didn’t feel right, so I told him.”
“You told him what exactly?” she asked.
“That I couldn’t lose him. That I … that I loved him, Ava.”
“You told him that?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
Tears of happiness sprang to my eyes as Ava set her slice of pizza down. She opened her arms to hug me, and I leaned into her, my body trembling with the emotions coursing through my veins. Never in my life did I ever think I would fall in love again after Carl. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would have a family again.
But I could never have fathomed that the person I’d find love again with would’ve been Brandon.
“I’m so happy you finally pulled your head out of your ass,” Ava said lovingly.
“Thank you for always telling me like it is,” I said.
“And thank you for no longer sabotaging your life,” she said.
The two of us ate most of the pizza before I got back to work. I was excited when I picked Sarah up from school, telling her that Brandon and Max were coming over. She squealed with delight, clapping her hands while she wiggled her feet. But the moment we pulled up into my driveway, she shrieked with joy as Max and Brandon stood up from our porch.
“Mommy, let me out! Let me out!”
“I’m coming. Hold on, sweetheart.”
I jumped out of the car and slid open the door so I could unhook her from her car seat. She went tumbling to the ground, scurrying to her feet as she ran toward Max. The two of them automatically began running around back, finding their way to the playground in our backyard as Brandon simply smiled at me.
“Did you enjoy the pizza?” he asked.
“Pepperoni and pineapple. You remembered,” I said.
“I’ve forgotten very little about you, Melissa.”
I heard Max laughing wholeheartedly as the kids came running back around. They chased one another into the house as Brandon wrapped his arms around me, drawing me into a kiss that took my breath away. His lips ghosted against mine, side to side before he slowly planted them. It was warm. Radiating. His lips moved against mine, pressing deeper and deeper as his hands bent my body to his. I could feel his rippling shoulders moving underneath my fingertips as my tongue swiped along his lips. It begged for entrance as the tips of our tongues danced together.
And the last of my world shifted as it slowly settled into place.
“Mommy, what’s for dinner?”
I pulled away from Brandon as our foreheads rested against one another’s. We smiled at each other, listening as our children complained of their sudden onset of hunger. His hands slid down to mine, interlocking our fingers as he reluctantly pulled back from me.
But as I went to answer, a car pulled up into my driveway.
“We expecting anyone else?” I asked.
“Nope. Just dinner arriving for us,” he said.
“Wait. Where did you order from? It’s usually only pizza and takeout Italian that delivers out here.”
“Dr. Black! Nice to see you again,” the delivery guy said. “I’ve got two medium rare steaks with garlic broccoli and twice-baked potatoes, a bottle of room temperature Chateau Margaux 2009 Balthazar, and two side orders of fruit and macaroni and cheese… with extra cheese.”
“Mac and cheese! Mac and cheese!”
The kids chanted from the driveway as my lips parted in shock. I watched Brandon sign for the food before the bags started hanging from his fingertips. He turned toward me and winked, a smug grin on his face as I shook my head at him.
“You know you don’t have to impress me anymore, right?” I asked.
“Who said this was for you? I just wanted steak. Geez. Selfish.”
I giggled at his playfulness as we all made our way into the house. We sat down at the dinner table and ate our food while talking about our days. Max talked about his favorite subject in school, and Sarah talked about Logan coming over so they all could play. I hummed over how wonderful the steak was while Brandon asked me about work, and then I asked him about his patients while the kids divvied out their fruits.
Apparently, Max didn’t like grapes, which was fine because Sarah did. And Sarah didn’t like apple slices, which was fine because Max loved them.
It all seemed to right. All of us around the table, eating dinner together like we were a family. The food was soon gone, and we all piled onto the couch, turning on a Disney movie while the kids drifted off to sleep. I pulled out the couch for them both and tucked them in so they could fall asleep watching their movie. Then, I locked the front door and closed the blinds. Brandon took my hand, leading us both up to my room, where we shed our clothes and snuggled underneath the covers.
We ran our hands along one another’s bodies, silently exploring while our lips outlined roadmaps along the bodies we were getting to know all over again.
I sighed his name all night while the kids slept soundly in the living room, and the only thing I could think was that this was perfect.
This was how life was supposed to feel, and everything simply felt right.