Chapter 17
Brandon
I groaned as my legs jumped. I felt myself panting, but I wasn’t sure why. Something warm encompassed my entire lower body, and for a split second, I wasn’t sure where I was. I opened my eyes as electricity shot through my groin. Something slid down my cock as my hands curled into the mess of sheets. My eyes shot open, and I looked around, trying to find Melissa as another groan peeled from between my lips.
But the moment I looked down, all I saw was a mess of brown hair.
“Morning,” she muffled.
Holy shit, Melissa was sucking my cock. Was I dreaming? Did I need to pinch myself? Her tongue swirled around my tip, pulling from it precome that slid straight down her throat. Her hand curled around the base of my cock as I threw the covers back, and I sat up to simply take in the sight.
“Mmmmmm.”
She hummed around my dick, and it made me fall back to the bed. She pumped the base of my thick dick while her mouth took in all of me it could, and my legs grew taut. My balls were swinging against the sheets, filled with come she’d been working on for quite some time. I could hear her slurping and moaning as my hips began rolling into her face, and my hand twisted into her hair before my other hand cupped her cheek.
I raised her gaze to mine, and she smiled around my cock. I could see the spit she had covered my skin with dripping from her lips, and I knew in that very moment there was no prettier sight. Her lips were swollen with their steady work, and her eyes sparkled with delight. It was a drastic turn from the woman I’d cradled in my arms last night, but I was determined to soak up every moment of it I could.
“That feels good,” I said, grinning.
Then, as if she was trying to show off, her hand fell to the side. I felt her wrap them underneath me as she clawed at my ass cheeks, and I shivered underneath her touch. I watched her take my entire cock to the back of her throat as her eyes stayed connected with mine, and in that very moment, my balls pulled into my body.
“Fuck, Melissa,” I groaned. “Holy shit.”
She closed her throat around my cock, and my head fell back to the pillow. Her name was stuck on the tip of my lips as she sucked me down. Her cheeks hollowed out as she pumped faster and faster, her lips bobbing up and down as my toes began to curl.
Never in my life did I ever think I would ever have her like this again, and I committed every single sensation to memory.
“Melissa. I’m so close. Just like that. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
I felt her jam my cock to the back of her throat, and that was all it took. I raised my hips to meet her face, my heels digging into her mattress. My come spilled down her throat as she swallowed me whole, humming in delight with the present I was giving her. My hands were tangled up in the sheets as sweat dripped down the back of my neck. I felt her smiling around my cock as my back arched further and further into the air.
Then, I crashed back to her bed while the room spun around me.
Her swollen lips placed kisses all the way back up my body before she fell into the crook of my arm. I panted, gasping for air as her spit rolled off my body. She kissed my neck and snuggled into me, her arm wrapping around my chest as her nose nuzzled the shell of my ear.
I finally found the strength to pull her close as I turned my lips into her forehead.
“Good morning,” I said before I kissed her skin.
“Morning,” she said, giggling.
“What in the world was that for? Not that I’m complaining, but I figured from last night that would be the last thing on your mind,” I said.
“I guess I just wanted to give you something to make up for it. I sort of fell apart before you could get yours,” she said.
“Melissa, look at me.”
She tilted her head up, and her morning eyes sparkled in the sun streaming through her windows. For the first time in years, I basked in the glow of the yellow speckles that peppered her brown irises. My eyes danced between hers as her hand came up to cup my cheek, and I turned my lips to kiss her palm before I finally spoke.
“There is never anything you have to repay me for. I gave you what I did last night because I wanted to. I wanted to make you feel good. I wanted to feel your body again. You owed me nothing. You never do.”
“Except payment for our therapy sessions,” she said, grinning.
“Was that a joke? Did you just make a joke?” I asked.
“Maybe I did,” she said, winking.
“It’s wonderful to see you in such a playful mood,” I said as I turned my body toward her. “How are you feeling?”
“Honestly? I’m still a bit confused. Uneasy. But, if I interpreted you correctly last night, I can’t let that hold me back from things I want. I woke up this morning, and I wanted to give you what you gave me last night, so I did.”
“And it was wonderful,” I said as I caressed her cheek.
“Thank you for staying last night,” she whispered.
“Anytime. It warms my heart to know you’re in better spirits this morning. And thank you for being honest with me.”
“It’s the only way I’m going to get any better,” she said.
“And I’ll be here as long as you need me to be.”
I didn’t want to, but I had to roll out of bed and get ready for work. Luckily, I was in a different set of clothes from work yesterday, so I cleaned myself up at her sink and went on to work. She made me coffee and sent it with me, telling me I could return the mug to her later. Then, she kissed me on the cheek before she watched me drive off.
Never in my life had I felt so close to fulfillment, and the feeling was distracting me all day from my patients.
My last two patients for the day canceled, so I headed to my mother’s to pick up Max. He came barreling out of the house and jumped into my arms, declaring he wanted to have pizza with Uncle Michael. I thanked my mother profusely for last night, and she gave me a smile, wrapping me in her arms before she kissed my cheek.
“It’s about time you got out with a woman,” she said. “I hope you had fun.”
I reassured her I did before I got Max buckled in. Then I called Michael, and we met him for pizza. We sat down and ordered pizza and drinks while Max colored in his coloring book, and I could feel Michael’s eyes on me as I sat back in my chair.
“You look different,” he said.
“What?”
“You look different. Have you lost weight?”
“Nope. Not that I know of,” I said.
“Have you gained weight?” he asked.
“Can’t say I have.”
“Then what gives?” Michael asked.
“Daddy looks funny,” Max said, giggling.
“Thanks, bud. Appreciate that,” I said.
“See? Even Max knows there’s something different. Spill,” Michael said.
“This isn’t appropriate conversation for Max to hear,” I said.
“Then talk vaguely. Come on. Something’s on your mind.”
“Talk vade-ly, Daddy. Uncle Mike said so,” Max said.
“I’d listen to your son if I were you,” Michael said, grinning.
“All right. Okay. Remember that new patient I was nervous about?” I asked.
“Monday at three. Yes. What about the patient?” he asked.
“Well, things have sort of progressed,” I said, grinning.
“How so?” he asked.
“The patient has been calling frequently. You know, just to talk. Our sessions have been productive. We seem to be unpacking a lot of things.”
“Is she getting some of the answers she’s looking for?” Michael asked.
“Answer time!” Max exclaimed.
“Answer time, indeed,” I said as I ruffled his hair.
“Pizza yet?” Max asked.
“Ten more minutes, buddy,” I said.
“Have boundaries been breached?” Michael asked.
I felt a grin cross my face as a blush crept up my neck. I thought back to last night. How soft her skin had been beneath my fingertips. Her thighs had been pliable and soft, giving way to my every movement as I approached that glistening pussy. Her smell had completely washed over me, stirring up a carnal desire I hadn’t experienced since high school. I thought about how warm her mouth was wrapped around my raging cock. How her pussy fluttered around my fingers perfectly.
Melissa was beautiful in ways I never could have seen in my wildest dreams, and when I came to and looked at Michael, he was absolutely stunned.
“Dude, I have never seen that look on your face before,” he said.
“What look?” I asked.
“Dude! Pizza!” Max exclaimed.
The pizza was set in front of us, and Max pulled a piece into his plate. He was already covering himself in cheese and sauce as he devoured his dinner, but suddenly, I was no longer hungry. I could still smell her womanhood wafting up my nose. I could still feel her warmth wrapped around my cock. I could still feel her body pressed into the crook of mine.
“Oh, you’ve got it bad,” Michael said.
“I have no idea what to do. She’s my patient, Michael. But it’s not like I’m the one pushing the boundaries. She’s asking. She’s initiating. She’s calling. And I—”
“You what?” he asked.
“Mmmmm, pizza,” Max hummed.
“Slow down, buddy, or you’re gonna get a tummy ache.”
“No,” he said.
“Max, slow down,” I said.
“No!”
“Max, listen to your father,” Michael said. “Now, finish that statement.”
“Finish! Finish! Finish!” Max chanted.
“Max, calm down or I’m taking you home,” I said.
“I don’t wanna,” Max said.
“Eat your pizza and settle down, or you won’t get dessert,” I said.
“Ooooh, dessert. Better behave, Max. I wanna eat dessert with my best bud,” Michael said, smiling.
I sighed and leaned back into my chair while Max started to eat slower, but my mind was still racing. I could lose my license if this ever got out. It could destroy everything I’d worked for. The whole reason why I married that pretentious bitch in college could all go down the drain if it ever got out that I was fraternizing like this with one of my clients.
“Here’s my advice,” Michael said.
“Oh, here we go.”
“Shut up and listen. Transfer her. To me, or to David, or to anyone else in the office. I’ve never seen you like this before with another woman. And it’s a good look on you. There’s no reason for you to keep risking your job if you still have feelings for her,” he said.
“But we are making very good progress in her sessions,” I said.
“But professionally, you know this isn’t right. You could ruin everything, especially with this book tour coming up. Shit always comes out during book tours. It’s practically Murphy’s Law. Even if she just temporarily changes hands, you know that’s what you have to do.”
“I don’t even know where to go from here, honestly,” I said.
“Well, when did you see her last?” he asked.
“This morning,” I said.
Michael hooked his gaze onto mine, and his face slowly fell. I groaned, putting my face in my hands as Max reached for his second slice of pizza. I knew what was running through Michael’s head, and I knew the tightrope I was walking was slowly caving underneath the pressure of my body.
But this was Melissa. The woman who got away.
“Transfer her,” Michael said. “That’s the first thing. But have you considered apologizing?”
“For what?” I asked.
“This whole Russia thing,” he said as he side-eyed Max.
“We did talk about that in our last session,” I said.
“Did you apologize?” he asked.
“No. I told her what happened and why I did it, but I don’t remember if I apologized or not. That session was a bit of a whirlwind.”
“Then, start there. Call her and have a conversation with her. Be honest and upfront. Apologize for all the crap you put her through when you entered into that deal, and then explain to her the bind you’ve put yourself in. She seems like an intelligent woman. I’m sure she’ll understand.”
I knew what Michael was telling me was true. All of it. I had a great deal of apologizing to do with her. She needed closure in order to process these things, and sometimes, simple knowledge didn’t cut it. Sometimes just knowing didn’t cut it. But I didn’t know if I could give up our sessions. I enjoyed seeing her. I enjoyed ending my Mondays with her. I thought we were making tremendous progress, and I thought it was helping her to talk to someone who had been involved in the events that led up to her walking into my office for the very first time.
“Call her, Brandon,” Michael said. “Don’t jeopardize your career. If she cares about you the way you obviously care about her, she wouldn’t want you to throw all this away.”
“I know. I know.”
“I’ve never seen you act this way with a woman before, and I’m happy for you. But you need to tread lightly. I don’t want to see you get hurt, not when it’s so obvious how you feel.”
“I get it. I hear you. All right?” I asked.
“Why are you upset?” Michael asked.
“I’m not upset.”
“Guess again, head doctor. Now, why are you upset?”
I peeled my head from my hands and looked over at Max. He was completely oblivious, covered in pizza sauce while he colored in his coloring book. Watching him color threw me back to the day he was born, the day I first held him in my arms. I remembered his first step, his first word, the first time he peed in the toilet, and the first time he got sick. I remembered our first hospital trip and his first day of daycare. His first shot and his first scraped knee.
My boy deserved better than what he was given. My boy deserved better than the life I’d brought him into.
“He deserved better,” I said.
“Then give him better,” Michael said. “Call her and start the road to better.”