Page 12 of A Brilliant Spring

But the thing I know is that my fate is tied to the will. My father made it very clear that I would inherit nothing unless I marry Brandt. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’ll either be exiled from the company I’ve worked so hard to be a part of, a company I never even wanted to be part of in the first place, or I’ll be married to Brandt within a year — if I want anything to do with the company.

I groan as I roll my ass out of bed, just as a strong arm encircles my waist. As I place my feet on the chilly hardwood floor, Brandt’s fingers dig into my hip, and he pulls me back into the bed.

“Not yet,” he mumbles, pressing lazy kisses against my back. His lips warm my skin, stirring a heat in my groin. I wrestle out of Brandt’s grip and toss my hair over my shoulder as I look at him.

“Got to shower and then head back to my place to get ready for work. It’s going to be another long day. I decided to hire a new assistant for Selena, so we’re meeting with applicants today.” Brandt musses the bed as he sits up, the sheet cascading down his torso and collecting at his waist, showing off his rigid abs. He leans back against the headboard and his strong, corded forearms flex as he pushes himself up.

Knowing Brandt’s eyes are on me, I sway my hips a bit more dramatically as I walk to the washroom, making sure my ass is taut and enticing. A few moments later, I hear the springs of the bed creak and footsteps fall into step behind me. I twist on the shower tap as Brandt’s warm, hard body presses against my back and his arms drape around my waist as he nuzzles my neck. His tongue flicks out and licks my skin, causing a shiver to run through my body.

Steam billows, fogging up the glass walls of Brandt’s shower. He moves us into his walk-in shower, kissing and sucking my neck as his hands palm and squeeze my breasts from behind. His cock throbs between my cheeks, growing harder as we stumble into the shower, the scorching water burning our skin. My nipples pucker as he presses me against the freezing tiled wall and his hands wrap around my hips, pulling my lower half away from the wall. His hand dives between my legs and strokes my clit with the rough pad of his middle finger.

His cock grows behind me, twitching against my ass. He swivels his hips, the tip of his cock popping between my folds as he circles his fingers on my clit faster. The thick tip is warm and slick against my opening as he teases me, and I arch my back higher to try and slide him into me. He pulls away, not allowing himself to enter me. He spins me around and my feet slip against the pebbled floor as he pushes me against the wall and falls to his knees.

My chest is heaving as I suck in every breath, anticipating his warm breath on my pussy. He kisses my pubic bone and trails his tongue down to the centre of my core, kissing it gently before devouring it. Brandt’s teeth nip at my clit, and I throw a leg over his shoulder to allow him more access. A flick of his tongue on my clit sends sparks shooting to my toes, and I wrap my fists in his golden hair. He laps at my lips and clit, faster and faster. Alternating between licking and sucking until the stars start to shine behind my eyelids. I’m almost there when he…pulls away.

I’m panting, squirming, and writhing for him to bring me to the edge. He stands up and cups his hand over my mound and shoves two fingers deep into me. The heel of his hand is rubbing against my clit slowly as he drags his fingers in and out of me.

“Brandt, please. I need to come.”

A dark chuckle rumbles from his throat as his lips claim mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth, and I taste myself. He’s keeping me on the edge, speeding up his movements with his hand one minute, and the next minute slowing it down, pulling me back from the edge. Every time he does it, the smile on his lips grows the more I grow impatient and whimper.

“I want to be inside you,” he mumbles. I’m gushing wet, my arousal dripping down my legs, mixing with the stream of water beating down on us.

“Yes, please,” I whine. He grabs my leg and hooks it over his hip, lines himself up against my lips, and presses his thick head into me, and stops. “What now?” I groan. I’m panting and every nerve in my body is about to catch fire if I don’t feel his dick inside me right now.

“No condom. Are you sure?” he growls. My hands reach down and clench around his ass, slamming his pelvis into mine and his cock into my pussy. We both moan and take a moment to catch our breaths. His hand grabs my wrists and pins them above my head while his other hand grabs onto my ass where my leg is hooked to him. Water runs between our bodies, making it all too easy for him to slide in and out of me. He rocks into me, one deep penetrating thrust at a time. He rolls his hips and squeezes my ass as he slams into me.

“Fuck, this feels too good,” Brandt grumbles. I agree, and to feel Brandt unsheathed is overwhelmingly fantastic. I feel his smooth skin and every vein pumping blood into his dick as it rubs inside me. I tilt my hips just enough and he’s hitting me deep, bumping off my cervix. Feverish kisses crash against my lips as Brandt’s breathing becomes ragged. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. Fuck!” He recoils and pulls out of me, dropping his head to my shoulder, heaving every breath he takes. “One…second…” he says between breaths. I feel his forehead scrunch against my shoulder. He lets my hands fall, and he turns me around, pressing me against the wall again with my ass popping out. My hands press against the tile as I’m bent over.

He slides back into me, slowly, and takes another moment to adjust. His fingers dig into my hips as he starts to move. He gathers speed as he pistons into me, and his hand releases my hip and spreads my lips, rubbing my clit.

“Come for me, Eli,” he grumbles, railing into me harder and rubbing my clit faster. It doesn’t take long to rev me up again, and I’m speeding toward that climax. My toes curl, and the blood in my veins runs hot, bubbling underneath my skin. I feel him tense and suddenly my pussy is clenching around him, and fireworks are shooting off in my body. My pussy throbs as he pulls out, spilling hot liquid all over my ass and lower back. The sticky come runs down my cheeks to my legs. I finally notice all the water I’m breathing into my mouth, and the water that’s pouring down my face.

After we’ve cleaned up, I’m back in his room, pulling on my clothes from yesterday. It’s already 6:35 AM. Shit. I’m going to be late if I don’t hurry up. I fling my wet hair over one shoulder as I tug my jeans on and button them up when soft lips tickle my shoulder, causing goosebumps to rise.

“You should leave some stuff here,” Brandt rumbles in my ear, his voice low. My heart stutters in my chest, and I’m left breathless. What did he just say? When I don’t respond, he walks around me, wrapping an arm around my waist and chucking a finger under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. His smooth, wintry-fresh scent rolls off his body and into my nose, and it dances with the mint of his breath. “Nothing crazy, but at least a few changes of clothes and a toothbrush. You’ve been spending more time here, and it only makes sense to have a few items just in case.” I look into his eyes and see a slight tinge of red spreading across his cheeks. Something flutters and loops in my chest, and beads of sweat trickle down my spine. I give him a smile and raise up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll think about it. See you at the office today?”

He nods, his shoulders sagging a little as I step out of his embrace and toward the door. I give him one last roaming look and take in his perfect body — the muscles, the abs, the “V” that has my eyes trailing down to the plush white towel that’s wrapped around his waist. God, I wish I could rip that towel off him right now and take him in my mouth.

Chapter

Twelve

Elissa

Friday comes quickly, and I’m sitting in the lawyer’s office with my mother, Brandt, and Riley. There’s a trio of lawyers sitting around a long oval table with us on the other side. Both Riley and Brandt insisted on being here today to support me. My stomach roils and I feel like I’m going to be sick. What could my father possibly have left me? He made it clear that I was to get nothing unless I were to marry Brandt. But Brandt wasn’t even asked to attend the reading, so he’s not part of the will, which is curious.

My mother is wearing a black Chanel dress that’s cinched at the waist with a belt that has a golden clasp. Her brown Louis Vuitton bag clashes with her outfit, but I don’t think my mother cares at this moment. Her ginger hair is scraped into a neat chignon, with a few curled strands framing her face. The pearl earrings match the rope of pearls draped around her neck. Everything about my mother screams elegance and class, but her face betrays that portrait. Her cheeks are hollow, eyes are sunken and worn, and her lips are chapped. Even the tastefully applied makeup does little to hide these imperfections on her face.

Riley is sitting between my mother and I, and every time Collette moves, I get a whiff of her Chanel No. 5 perfume, and it reminds me of loneliness. Her hands fiddle with her wedding band and engagement ring, which are soldered together, twirling them around her finger, which I notice are slim and bony. Something inside me stirs, and I feel for my mother, though I’m not quite sure why.

Brandt’s hand gently rests on my thigh and squeezes, and I’m momentarily distracted from my mother. I give Brandt a reassuring smile as I place my hand on top of his and squeeze back. The lawyers continue shuffling papers while we wait for them to get organized. Shouldn’t they have been organized by now? My God, what kind of incompetent fools did my father hire? One of the lawyers, a man with grey hair and large, aviator-style glasses, coughs, sits up straight, and folds his hands on top of a manila folder. The other two finally finish shuffling their papers and follow his lead. The man to the right is younger, maybe in the running for partner. He’s fairly good-looking, with dark chestnut hair, bright, light eyes, and a chiselled jaw. He looks to be about thirty or so, and his eyes roam from Riley to me. I feel the heat in his eyes as he stares at me.

His mouth twitches as he suppresses a smile, and a shiver breaks over me as I feel an arctic chill coming from my right. Brandt is sitting up ramrod-straight, his jaw is tense, and eyes are cold and unyielding. His fingers press harder into my thigh, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear I heard him growl. My hand wraps around his again, prying his fingers from my leg, and I lace my fingers between his. He seems to relax a little and takes a deep breath. But his eyes remain cold. I think the good-looking lawyer notices, because the shadow of a smile creeps across his face as he clears his throat and returns his expression to more of a neutral state.

The older man in the middle clears his throat.

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