Brett

 

After talking to Eva the other night it’s made me realize she’s right. Which physically hurts to admit. I hate being wrong and hate even more admitting it. But in this case, I’m wrong. I have been an asshole to Asher and I need to fix it. I gave it a few days to see if he’d call, but he hasn’t so it’s only right I call him. Grabbing my phone off the coffee table, I pull up his name.

“Well, holy shit. Look who finally wants to talk,” he says.

“Shut the fuck up,” I say, kicking my feet up on the coffee table. “Look we’re both sorry so let’s just move on.”

“Christ Brett, you can’t ignore me for months and just move on. That’s part of your damn problem. You never want to face what happened or what’s happening.”

“I know that it’s not that you don’t accept me, but you want me to accept Payton. I have, I will,” I explain, thanks to Eva.

“Shit, I’m impressed,” he says with a laugh.

“I’m fucking impressive, this shouldn’t surprise you. So, it’s cool I get it and I know you’re sorry and I’m sorry and all that stupid shit. Now can we move on?” I ask, flipping through the channels on my television with the remote.

He laughs and I hear him tell Payton he’s going to sit outside. “Fine, we’ll move on. I need to tell you something anyway. I asked Payton to marry me.”

I sit up straight, my feet falling off the table. Marriage? What the fuck? What if it doesn’t work out in a few years, than it’s a divorce not a break up. This is a fucking horrible idea. Just before I tell him that I remember what Eva said to me. He loves her. Like happily ever after, knight in shining armor, kiss the sleeping princess, loves her. Fuck. “Well shit, congratulations man. I’m happy for you.”

“There’s more…” If he tells me she’s knocked up the marriage will make more sense. “I want you to be my bestman.” Nope, wasn’t expecting that.

Smiling, I rest my hand behind my head. “So, I get to do the bachelor party, right?”

“Yeah asshole, you do.”

“Cool, I’m in.”

We talk a little longer and he tells me the wedding is next month. It still would make more sense if she was pregnant, but he loves her. Something I still don’t think exists, not for me anyway. After we get off that topic and onto talking about work, my phone beeps.

“Hey, let me go, Eva is calling,” I tell him.

“Eva huh. Alright I’ll talk to you later. Tell her I said hi.”

Why the fuck would I do that? Laughing I click over to Eva. “Hey.”

“Hey. Are you busy?” she asks.

“Nope. Just talked to Asher.”

“You did? I want to hear all about it, but I have a question first,” she says.

“What?”

I hear her blow out a breath and start to worry something might be wrong. “My delivery driver is sick and I have all these flowers that need to go out.”

“Okay, that’s not a question,” I say, laughing.

“Would you want to help me? I kinda need a truck.”

Getting up, I grab my keys and walk out the door. “I’m on my way.”

We get everything loaded into my truck and I’m impressed with her skill. I don’t know anything about flowers, but she’s made them all look great. I also can’t believe how many need to be delivered. She seems to run a pretty good business here. Makes me realize I don’t know enough about her. I’m fucking her, but I don’t know her details.

Getting in the truck, she thanks me again, as she holds the first delivery in her hands. “Stop thanking me. I don’t mind helping.” Looking over at her, I grin. “What’s the card say?”

She laughs as I pull out of the parking lot. “I’m not reading it to you.”

“Come on, just that one,” I say, laughing.

“Damn. Only because you’re doing this for me.” She pulls the card out and clears her throat, making it more dramatic. “Mary, you’re the love of my life. Thank you for making my heart whole.  Happy Anniversary.”

“I have no words,” I say laughing. “Do you believe it all that?”

“Do I believe in love?”

“Yeah,” I say, peeking over at her.

“I believe some people are meant to be together,” she says.

“Okay, but you don’t believe in love?” I hate even talking about love, so I have no idea why I am pushing her to answer.

“I guess I’d need to find it to see,” she replies. It’s a good answer. A fucking great answer, but I can’t form the words to tell her that. Which is definitely for the best.

We drive around making the deliveries and I figure it’s a good time to get to know her details.

“What made you want to be a florist?” I ask, turning onto the next street for a delivery.

“My dad,” she whispers, touching a pink flower petal. “He died when I was a kid of cancer. When my mom and I would visit the cemetery, I always hated the flowers there. They were nothing special. They didn’t do justice to the person they were placed there for. So, I decided I would change that. I would make huge bouquets, all different and special in their own way. That way even if it wasn’t a special order, they could just pick one out of the fridge and it would still be special.”

Damn. I had no idea her father died, and I’ve known her a long time. I guess I just never got to know her. “I’m sorry about your dad,” I say, squeezing her knee as I park in front of the next delivery.

“Thanks. I’ll be right back.”

Christ, she knows what it’s like. She knows how bad it hurts losing someone. I hate that she knows that kind of pain. That’s she’s even had a minute of sadness in her life.

“One more and we’re done,” she says, hopping in the truck.

“Eva. You know you’re a lot like me and that’s not a good thing,” I say, laughing.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she angrily asks.

“You avoid talking about things. You change the subject, make a joke or start a fight. That’s exactly what I do. If you don’t want to talk about your dad, I get that, just tell me that.”

“So, I should tell you things like that, but you don’t need to tell me? You’ll continue changing the subject, making jokes or starting fights, right?” she asks.

Pulling up to the last house, I throw the truck in park, turning to her. “You want to know something, ask and I’ll tell you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Go make the delivery and come back with your questions,” I say, nodding to the door.

The last delivery is made and I pull away from the house, but I’m not going back to her shop. Not yet. We’re going to drive around and talk.

“Okay, what’s your question?” I ask.

“Have you ever had your heart broken?”

Christ, this is how she wants to start? It can’t be what kind of dog did I have as a kid. “I have, by a lot of people, but never a woman.”

“Is that why you don’t date?”

Really getting personal. “Yeah, that’s why I don’t date. Anyone I’ve ever cared about has left me, so there’s no point. What about you, ever had your heart broken?”

“More than I’d like to admit. And not everyone you care about has left you. I’m still here and so is Asher. So tell me about your family,” she says.

Glancing at her, I smile. “Yeah, you’re still here.” I blow out a breath before I continue. “I have no family. No idea where my parents are, they were too busy getting high when my grandparents took me away. My grandparents are dead. No siblings, no aunts, uncles or cousins. It’s just me. What about your family?”

She’s quiet for a minute and I peek over at her. “Damn Brett, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“Don’t. I don’t want your sympathy. We’re talking, let’s just keep doing that.”

“Well you know my dad died. I have my mom and my grandparents, but they moved to Florida a few years ago. I miss them like crazy, but we talk often. I do have aunts, uncles and cousins, just not around here. What’s your worst fear?”

“Erectile dysfunction,” I say, laughing.

“Such an asshole. You wouldn’t know what to do without sex would you?” she asks, putting her hand on my thigh.

Glancing down at her hand, I grip the steering wheel tighter. “You’re going to ask me that and then put your hand on my thigh?”

“Yep,” she says, in that sexy, teasing voice of hers.

Reaching over, I run my hand up her thigh, pushing up the dress she has on. All she has to do is touch me and I’m turned on. I’m not sure she even realizes that she has that kind of power over me. But right now, I’m going to show her.

Keeping my eyes on the road, I push my hand inside her panties and feel her wet pussy. “Fuck, Eva.” I drag my fingers through her wetness and up to her clit rubbing it. Listening to her soft moans fill the truck has my cock pushing against my zipper. “Slide your panties off.”

She does as I tell her and I push my fingers inside her dripping cunt, pulling a shout out of her. I turn down some back roads because I’m not willing to let anyone see her when I make her come. Moving my fingers in and out, I pick up the speed and she lifts her hips, grinding against my fingers. It’s fucking hot.

“Oh Brett,” she whispers when I rub my thumb on her clit as I continue finger fucking her.

“So hot Eva. I want you to come on my fingers.”

“Fuck, I’m going to. Keep going,” she moans out.

Like I had any intention of stopping. Making her come is something that takes over. It’s the only thing I can think about, the only thing I want. It’s such a turn on when her orgasm rips through her because of me.

I feel her pussy tighten on my fingers and I know she’s close. “Don’t fight it Eva. I feel you. I know you’re close.”

Pushing my thumb down on her clit, she explodes on my fingers and I let her ride it out. “Fuck Brett,” she shouts.

I remove my fingers and put them in my mouth, sucking them clean. “So fucking good,” I whisper, looking over at her.

“Pull over.”

“What?” I question.

“Pull over.”

I find a wooded area up the road and pull over. Before I can even ask what’s wrong, she climbs onto my lap and kisses my neck. “Fuck me, Brett.”

Pushing the seat back, I have her sit back. I pull a condom out of my pocket, before pushing my jeans down a bit. I quickly roll the condom over my hard dick and look at her. Digging my fingers into her thighs I lift her slightly and have her sink down on my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan as she takes every inch of me.

Grabbing her ass, I lift my hips causing her to dig her nails into my arms. She’s riding me and fuck it feels so good. I suck at her neck as my fingers sink into her ass. She moans, clawing at me as we fuck. It’s hard, fast and dirty. Exactly the way I like it.

She surprises me when she bites down on my neck, but fuck it just spurs me on. Our moans echo around us in the tight space and the windows are starting to fog from our heavy breathing. Fuck, she’s so much more than anyone I’ve ever been with.

“I’m close,” she moans out.

Picking up my pace, I feel her pussy squeeze me. She bites down on my shoulder as her release washes over her. Fuck, I hope she breaks skin.

“Fuck, Eva,” I groan as I feel my orgasm approaching. Mimicking her, I bite down on her shoulder as I explode inside her.

When our breathing slows down, I push the hair off her face. Studying just how damn beautiful she is. “You want to be my plus one to the wedding?” I ask, smiling.

A huge smile spreads across her face, lighting up her brown eyes. “Yes.”

I softly press my lips to hers, as my fingers tangle in her hair. I don’t know what the hell it is about her, but I just can’t get my fill. I want her when she’s right here with me and when I’m not with her. Christ I miss her. It’s not just the sex either. It’s the talking, the laughs, the friendship. It’s her.