Page 41 of To Save Him

 

 

 

Chapter Fourteen

 

ALL I COULD do was swallow as my breathing picked up its pace, as if I were a rabbit running through the prairie, its life in jeopardy.  That look in Brandon’s eyes, the touch of his fingers on my cheeks—did that really mean what it seemed?

My eyes searched his and I felt my mouth flood with saliva unabated, my entire body growing tense as that old ache made itself known again.  Everything inside me, every instinct I had was telling me it was a go.  My mind, my heart told me Brandon was reciprocating my desires—but the tiny logical part of my brain that still functioned was stomping on the brakes before I slid through the stoplight.

But slide I did, and so did he.  Hell, we fucking crashed.  His lips slammed into mine and I took him, hard and furious.  If my will had been a dam holding back all my pent-up desires, it had just broken and the water was consuming every living thing in its path.

There was no finesse, just complete and utter desperation, and I can’t quite remember how it happened now, but we were tearing clothes off—quickly.  My t-shirt was over my head and off, one breast outside my bra, and both our pants unzipped before I actually registered what was happening.  And, as if in apology, I practically tore his shirt off his tank top, running my tongue along one of the lines making up that complicated chest tattoo.

Seconds later, he entered me, his hands gripping my ass, and he drove with the fury that must have been underlying the acting we’d both been attempting for weeks.  And the potential dryness I’d been thinking of earlier that day, the fact that my female parts weren’t what they used to be, didn’t pose a problem at all.  Brandon slid inside me like he belonged there.

I moaned aloud, because part of me believed he did.

God, I’d forgotten so many things about physical contact.  Like the taste of his mouth.  I hadn’t remembered those kinds of sensations, but I would have been content kissing him all night—although we were racing.  There was no way simple kissing would have contained us.

I’d also forgotten just how fucking good a rock hard cock could feel inside me.  Holy shit.  It felt amazing, the way it expanded and pushed against me, especially after being aroused and on edge for weeks, and I gripped his shoulders, sensing myself building to climax already.

Like it or not, my back was grinding into the counter, my only complaint about an otherwise-perfect moment.  I felt like I was completely in tune with him, like we were one.  The distraction of the pain in my back caused the orgasm to sneak up on me unnoticed, and I clenched my knees against him.  He drove inside me again and I cried aloud, unable to stop myself from digging my nails into his neck and pulling on his hair with the other hand.  But my reaction caused him to let it all go as well, and in another minute, we were barely standing, holding onto each other for strength as our breathing slowed.

Brandon’s body against mine felt like the most natural thing.  Suddenly, his age seemed inconsequential and insignificant.  I lifted my head from his shoulder, resisting the urge to kiss his skin over and over.  I wondered just how smart it had been to engage in sex without birth control or protection in general.  My periods had been growing farther and farther apart over the last two years, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get pregnant.  Lots of women in their forties became mothers.  I knew I sure as hell didn’t want to be pregnant at my age.  But I refused to think about that right now.  I’d worry about it later.  For now, my heart was telling me to do something different.

I looked Brandon in the eyes.  It was like he was a completely different person.  I sucked in a deep breath, trying to find words to say what was resting in my heart, but before I could do that, my ears perked up.

Footsteps on the front porch.  Voices.

Oh, shit.

Brandon’s eyes mirrored the shocked look in mine and we separated quickly, almost like sixteen-year-old kids caught in the backseat of a car by the girl’s daddy.  He knew too that it was Mel and my children, having returned from dinner.  Their voices sounded happy and light, and that was a good sign that their time together had been even better than anyone had anticipated.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t enjoy that sound in my utter panic.

Jeans zipped; boob tucked back in bra; but where the hell was my t-shirt?  Brandon was already dressed and found my shirt long before I did, on the floor behind the island.  I yanked it down over my head as I heard the front door push open.

Jesus.  My heart couldn’t handle such a close call—especially after such a vein-pounding exercise just moments earlier.  I tugged on my shirt and let out a slow breath, glancing once more at Brandon and realizing his hair was messed up, thanks to our activity moments earlier.  I reached up and smoothed it down as his eyes grew wide.  He moved his hands to his head and I got out of the way.  As we heard bodies moving into the house, he whispered, “Does it look okay?”

One last glance.  “Yes.”

Why the hell did I feel so guilty, like we’d almost been caught engaging in a crime?  We were both adults, right?  Still, I felt as though I’d coerced him somehow and I hated it.  My mood was lightened, though, by the sounds of what seemed like happy voices trailing through the house.  In seconds, JR—followed by Annabel and, yes, even Mel—entered the kitchen.  “Yep, I was right.  They’re in here.”

I swallowed and forced myself to smile.  Stepping away from the counter and praying internally that there was no evidence behind me I’d missed, I asked, “So you had a good time?”

“Yeah.”

I guessed Mel was going to be invading his former home for a bit.  Lucky me.  “Can I get you anything to drink?”

He shrugged, no doubt feeling as awkward as I did.  “I should probably hit the road.  I pushed it staying overnight as it was.”  Ah, with the new wife.

JR had already joined Brandon by the counter before nudging him upstairs to where his PlayStation console resided.  I would have said my son had coerced him into playing videogames with him, but there were two things that made it a willing excursion.  First, Brandon had no love for my ex and, second, he probably needed to get away from the scene of the crime.

We had a lot of mental processing to do, and I had no damn idea when we were going to get that opportunity.

Annabel stood on her tiptoes and kissed her father on the cheek.  “Thanks for dinner, dad.  We should do it again.”  She looked at me and said, “I’m going to my room.  Homework…and I need to text Liam too.”

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