Our eyes met as she walked across the lobby to me. My eyes fell on the flowers she was carrying. Never in my life would I have thought I would be the one getting flowers from somebody. That was my go-to move for apologizing. And I had to admit, it felt pretty good. My mother knew what she was talking about, and she had taught all of her sons well. It was always the way I apologized, and it always would be. It was effective as hell.
In fact, seeing Bryn standing there with flowers, a box from the nearby donut shop, and her belly looking just the teeniest bit soft, twisted me up inside. Every bit of anger I was feeling the night before and leading all the way up until this moment disappeared.
My eyes kept going back to her belly. She was only a couple of months along at this point, so it wasn’t like she was really showing yet. There wasn’t anything round or pronounced about her stomach. But there was definitely a change. It made everything so much more real. She was really having my baby.
“Nick,” she said, taking a step closer. “There’s something I need to say to you.”
“You could have called me,” I said.
She shook her head. “No. After what happened last night, I needed to talk to you in person.”
“Let’s go into my office,” I said.
I started toward the hallway, but Bryn shook her head again. “No. I can say it right here.” She drew in a breath and let it out resolutely. “Nick, I am so sorry for the way I reacted to you last night. I know it wasn’t easy for you to say that to me, and there’s no excuse for me to have walked out the way I did.”
“I understand,” I started, but she held up a hand to stop me.
“Please,” she said. “Just let me get this out. When you said that to me, it totally took me by surprise. That’s actually a massive understatement. I never would have expected for you to feel that way about me. I was so scared when you said it, because I figured you had to be just reacting to the emotions of what was going on or saying what you thought I wanted to hear. I didn’t think it was at all possible that it could be true.”
“Why not?” I asked, surprised to hear her say that.
“Because I’m a mess. I’m a few months out of a shit relationship with a sociopath. I have, up until now, had horrible taste in men, and I’m a hormonal, emotional wreck. You deserve more.”
It probably wasn’t the appropriate response, but I couldn’t help but laugh at that. It just sounded so ridiculous that she would worry about not being good enough for me.
I stepped up close to her, making sure she was looking directly in my eyes so there would be no question about what I was going to say, or the meaning behind it. “Bryn, I love you. I meant it when I said it last night. And I mean it now. I love you. Wherever you are, that’s where I’m supposed to be, and it’s where I want to be.”
Bryn smiled, tears starting to shimmer in her eyes. Her shoulders relaxed and I realized she was shaking slightly, like she’d been holding tight until she found out what I was going to say.
I looked back at Bryn and saw her glance down, then back up at me, the tip of her tongue touching her bottom lip just slightly. I was about to accept her apology and suggest I take the rest of the day off work so we could go back to my place for some makeup sex when the door opened. Bryn looked over and drew in a sharp breath, her body tensing up.
That reaction told me everything I needed to know. I didn’t even need to look at the door to know it was Justin. Gently resting my hand on Bryn’s arm, I guided her a couple of steps back so that I could put myself between her and him. He wouldn’t get close to her.
The look on the other man’s face was somewhere between smug and angry, like he was furious at her for coming here to see me but feeling pretty self-important and satisfied with himself for being there. It was a message to her. He had clearly followed her here to my office. He wanted her to know she didn’t have the option of not being near him, not paying attention to him.
His goal was to make sure he was always right there, never far away from her. Bryn wasn’t going to have the opportunity to put him behind her and forget their relationship, because he was going to haunt her life and make it miserable. That was his tactic. It was completely clear now. She didn’t think Justin had anything to hold over her so he could blackmail her, but he didn’t need anything. He had himself.
He could follow her, aggravate her, and harass her until she couldn’t take it anymore, then he’d have her right where he wanted her. And her money in his pocket.
That wasn’t going to happen. Not as long as I was anywhere around to stop it.
I crossed the lobby to Justin in two steps, pulled back, and planted a punch directly on his jaw. The impact dropped him to the ground. Bryn gasped, nearly dropped the flowers and box of donuts out of her hands. I turned around and put an arm around her waist, sweeping her up against me and closing my mouth over hers for a deep, hard kiss.
The noise had caught Gabe’s attention, and he came running out of his office into the lobby. I ended the kiss but kept my arm wrapped around her.
“Let’s go. We can put the flowers in water at my place,” I said.
I looked over at Gabe, who had his eyes locked firmly on Justin. Bryn’s ex was still on the ground, grumbling as he started to get to his feet.
“I can handle him,” Gabe said. “You go.”
Keeping myself between Justin and Bryn, I guided her across the lobby toward the door. We hopped in my truck where it was parked right outside and headed back to my place. There was nothing that was going to keep me from Bryn now. I was done playing games. Done pretending I didn’t know what I wanted or that we were just having fun together. She was everything to me. And that everything was so much more than I ever could have imagined existing.
I looked over and saw Bryn sitting in the passenger seat, and I knew I never wanted to be away from her.
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Bryn
My mouth was on Nick before he even got the door open. As he fumbled with the doorknob, I kissed him with everything in me. The door opened and we tumbled through, our mouths playing across each other hungrily. Our tongues tangled, and his hands roved over my body. I couldn’t touch him in return because of the flowers and donuts still in my hands, but he took care of them as soon as we got inside.
He took the flowers and tossed them to the side table. “We’ll put those in water in a little bit.” He took the donuts from me and tried to put them on the table, but they slid off and landed with the lid partially open. “And that will be a snack later.”
I giggled and threw my arms around his neck for another kiss. We started toward the couch.
I ran my hands down his chest and stopped at his belt. Our lips pressed into one another with the giggling anticipatory rush of adrenaline that only ever happened with him. I was giddy with desire, hopelessly incapable of thinking beyond his body and mine, intertwined right here and right now. There was nothing else that existed. The donuts could wait.
Pulling on the belt, I yanked it to the side to unbuckle it and grasped the leather hard to pull it through the golden loop, releasing it from the hook. Nick’s fingers were pulling my shirt up over my shoulders, and I had to stop momentarily, breaking our embrace, to allow him to pull it all the way off me. As it flew across the room and landed somewhere around the television, I turned my attention back to his pants, pulling at the button and finding the zipper in the crease of my knuckle and thumb. As I pulled down, the promise of his throbbing cock made my core hot and wet, and my lips tingled.
As the pants fell down his legs, pooling at his feet, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight. The thick, round bulge in his boxer-briefs pressed into my stomach, and my mind ran wild with the anticipation of it sliding into me, lighting me up with every inch.
His fingers worked quickly to unhook my bra, and I pulled my shoulders forward to let the straps slip over them. The cool air rushed across my exposed chest as my heavy breasts fell away from the fabric and bounced. I watched his eyes follow the b
ounce and smiled. I leaned back in his embrace, and he took the invitation to kiss down my neck until his lips reached one nipple, taking it onto his tongue. I gasped as his warm breath closed around the taut, perky, pink nipple, and his tongue swirled around it. Filling his hand with my other breast, he kneaded into me, and his cock twitched at my center.
I reached down and caressed the stiff package with both hands, rubbing along the side as it pressed into my abdomen. The groan that escaped his chest told me he wanted more, and I hooked my fingers into the waistband and began to pull down. Nick released my breast from his lips, and I took the initiative to kneel in front of him. On my knees, I pulled the restrictive boxers down and revealed his cock slowly. When it finally sprung out at me, I smiled up at him as I wrapped one hand around the base.
Opening my lips slowly, I slid my tongue along the head, gathering up the sticky, sweet fluid that gathered there. He shuddered in my grasp and moaned. I loved hearing that sound come from him, knowing that I was the only person who could please him this way. I took him into my lips, my tongue sliding underneath and my hand stroking him until he was brushing against the back of my throat, and he cried out in the agony of pleasure.
Fingers filled themselves with my hair as I began to bob back and forth over his cock, tongue sliding across the veins as I went, moaning deeply so he could feel the vibration of my voice rattle through him. I was so wet, so turned on, that I slid a hand down my own chest, pulling at a nipple before running down my tight stomach to my now damp panties. I slid my fingertips inside, and my body lit up as I touched myself with him inside my mouth. I stayed there, letting the tension build as my finger swirled on the sensitive pearl in my center, Nick slowly taking more control and guiding my motions. I jerked him hard into my lips, my fingers sliding across his wet, pulsing cock.
Suddenly, he pulled me up, and I rose, not knowing what he was guiding me for but ready for anything. He took my hands and guided me to the couch where he sat and then lay back. Pulling my thighs toward him, he directed me silently to straddle his face. As I did, I sat my knees by his shoulders, my breasts brushing against his hardened muscles and my mouth at his cock once more. I took him into my mouth and squealed as his strong, sure fingers pulled my panties to the side and his tongue pierced me, pushing through the folds and sliding into my pussy.
I tried to concentrate on his thick cock on my tongue, stroking him to bring him pleasure, but his own tongue was writing a poem of ecstasy on my clit, and I closed my eyes, letting his staff rest against my cheek as I held its base. My thighs tightened as I felt the pressure building inside me, threatening to explode and leave me breathless and out of control. I tried to focus on him, stroking him, sucking him, running my tongue along the sides of him and bringing that sound of pleasure back to his chest. But his fingers found my opening, and all was lost. My ability to focus was tossed away as they slid inside me, his tongue dancing across my sensitive pearl, opened and receiving of his attention.
The cry built up slowly, softly in my chest. It was a pleading sound, and it was low and yearning at first. As it grew in volume, it raised in pitch. I clenched my eyes shut as the head of his throbbing cock pressed against my bottom lip. My fingers clenched around the staff as the incredible wave of a powerful orgasm began to crash around me. His fingertips brushed the upper wall in hurried motions, the tip of his tongue toying with my clit as I came, my legs shuddering and my voice crying out in a long, high note. I arched up, sitting and pressing my hands into his chest as I bucked on him. His hands slid around to my ass to hold me in place as his tongue pressed into my center, and I rode the wave until I could breathe again.
When I finally gained a measure of control, I slid down his body, trailing my juices along his chest and stomach as I did, until my center was brushing against his. A playful smack on my ass told me he had as much patience as I did to be inside me, and I grasped his cock and pressed the head against my opening. Sitting back, I slid him inside me in one thrust. I sat there for a moment, the pain of my pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness making me hold my breath while I spiraled through the pleasure of him inside me. His cock brushed across sensitive areas inside me that had never been touched, and my walls molded themselves around him.
I grasped onto his shins and curled my hips forward, sliding him nearly out of me before pressing my ass back toward his hips and feeling him fill me again. It was a pleasure unlike any other to have him slide into me, to take up all the available space and fill me with his manliness. I stroked him with my pussy, riding him, gaining speed until I felt him grumble below me. There was only so much of this he could take before he took control again, and I smiled. I wanted him to take control. I wanted him to pull me back and grab my legs, holding me in place, and fuck me where I lay.
Nick did not disappoint me. Suddenly, he sat up, wrapping his arm around me, and pulled me back. Turning sideways on the couch, he lifted one leg and curled around me. One hand kneaded into my breast, and I turned my head to lock my lips onto his. His hips moved and he plunged deeply into me, and I cried out into his mouth. Hungrily, his tongue slid into mine, and they danced together while he pulled his cock nearly out of me before driving it back in again. It was so deep inside me that I could barely stand it, and I grasped onto his arm, my nails digging into his skin.
He began a rhythm then, his cock pounding into me from behind as we lay on our sides, and I held on to him with one hand and the couch with the other. The world faded away as the only thing left was our bodies melding into each other, his cock inside me, filling me, claiming me, owning me. My pussy wrapped around him, clenching him, holding him, pleasuring him. My body sung with passion as he grunted and groaned in appreciation of me.
When he pulled out of me, a pouting sound slipped between my lips, and I stuck out my bottom lip. He laughed as he turned me over onto my back and climbed between my legs. When he brushed the head of his staff through my folds, the pout turned into a wide smile, and I grinned up at him. He matched the smile and positioned himself. I wrapped my hands around his muscular biceps and waited. When he plunged into me, it was stiff and strong, but measured. There was more than carnal desire there. There was need. There was eternal want. There was love.
He curled down into me to place his lips across my neck, and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. Nick engulfed me, hid me from the rest of the world with his large frame, his muscular back protecting me even from the light of the room. I brushed my face into his neck and took in the scent of his skin, the taste of his sweat as he rocked into me deeply, fully.
The tension was building again, and I let my legs rise to wrap around his hips, crossing at the ankles behind him. With every thrust, my heels slapped against his ass like I was driving him to go harder, faster. Nick needed no such instruction. He gained speed with my increasing sounds filling the room around us again. As he fucked me, I let go of my inhibitions, my need to stay quiet in that moment, on the couch. I let myself be free to him, open to him, loud in my appreciation of him.
As if a switch flipped in him, his hands grasped my hips and his body rocked harder into me. One leg slid off the couch and steadied himself as he sat up, his muscles rippling in effort as his cock slammed into me over and over again. I let my eyes trail across his chiseled frame and then down to my core where his thick rod slid in and out of me. I watched it there for a moment before his thumb came into view. It found my clit and swirled just once, and my vision filled with spots. My body went from an impending slow crash to a sudden harmony of pleasure, eradicating everything else in favor of the coming climax. I cried out and sucked wind between my teeth. My fingers grasped at him, pulling him, begging him to fuck me harder.
A rumble began in Nick’s chest and turned to a roar. He was slamming into me impossibly fast, our bodies slapping against each other, and his cock slamming into me. I felt the uncontrolled orgasm wash over me, tingling every inch of my skin, and I bucked hard. Suddenly, Nick went still as he came hard, his cock
emptying into my waiting, pulsing pussy, milking him for every drop until he collapsed on top of me. I kissed his neck and shoulder, my body still shaking and vibrating and humming from the climax that still rolled through me. When it finally finished, I was spent, exhausted, and breathless, and I curled my arms around his neck as he sank onto me in bliss.
A while later, Nick rolled off the couch, and I giggled as he flopped over onto his back. He reached up and grabbed me, pulling me down on top of him as I squealed and pretended to protest. It was all for show. I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms every minute of every day. I kissed him as I landed on top of him, then pulled myself up to look down into his face.
“I love you,” I said.
Nick grinned at me and gave me another kiss, making me sigh and melt into him.
“I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Nick - Six Months Later
Bryn sighed and rolled over onto her back, stretching luxuriously against the sheets. She looked happy and content. And as she lay there, blissful, naked, and about to pop with a baby due in less than a month, I knew I couldn’t wait for this moment any longer.
I was also still naked after a spectacular round of sex with the most incredible woman in the world, but I didn’t care. This was us. It was exactly perfect, because it was just the two of us as we were. I rolled out of bed and dropped down to one knee.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a laugh.
She rolled over onto her side, so she propped her head in her hands, her elbow holding her up. One hand slid around her waist to rub her belly, and I felt like I was the one who was going to burst.
“Marry me,” I said.
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