by Mj Fields
Stepping under the rainfall showerhead, I swear I hear him growl behind me as he steps out of his jeans before stepping into the shower. Then he grabs a washcloth and squirts bath soap on it as I tip my head back and let the water fall down on me.
I feel one of his hands on my ankle as he uses the washcloth slowly up my leg. I wipe the water off my face while I bow my head to watch him slowly washing my skin.
“Turn around, Katy.” His voice is gravelly, sexy, and his eyes are near black.
Facing away from him, he says, “Hands on the wall.” His voice is deep and direct.
I do as he asks and arch my back, anticipating him taking me from behind. However, all I feel is the washcloth gliding across my back then running down one leg and up the other, and then he begins washing my backside.
Every inch of my body is humming with anticipation when I feel him push my feet apart with his. He then begins to wash my center, his thumb paying special attention to my clit. He steps closer, his cock nudging me as he continues to wash me slowly, seductively, now from front to the back. Pausing as his thumb rims my ass, he moans.
I say his name, fully intending it to come out as a warning, but it doesn’t. I moan his name instead. “Brand.”
I look back as he licks his lips, as he stares at it.
“I’m not—”
“It’s sexy. Looks like a balloon knot.”
“Okay, but please …”
He looks up into my eyes and hushes me, “Shh,” as he leans in and kisses between my shoulder blades, still circling me with his thumb … there.
He drops the wash cloth and wraps his other arm around me, playing my clit like an instrument with his other fingers.
Sensations overwhelm me as he kisses lower and lower. He nips my ass cheek, then the other, and my head falls forward and rests on my arm as I feel my core begin to throb with need.
I feel his tongue, lying flat as it slides down my body, pausing … there.
“Brand,” I whimper, clenching my thighs around his hand and rubbing against it, wanting—no, needing—his attention elsewhere.
He grips the inside of my knee and slides his body between my legs. Turning, he then sits on the tiled floor. He grabs my ankle, lifts it as he leans forward, and licks my pussy. I spread wider and grip his shoulders as heat builds and builds.
Knowing what this means, I find myself riding his face, chasing an orgasm, courtesy of his tongue.
“Mmmm,” he groans as he plunges his tongue deeper inside me and grips my ass with his large hands, pulling me closer.
“Yes, yes, Brand, yes,” I cry out as he sucks my clit and I fall apart.
He moves swiftly to a standing position, lifting me up and turning me around as he kisses me hard.
I reach between us and grab his cock, rubbing it against my opening.
“Babe, are you sure? We can—”
“I want to come, dammit. With you.”
He thrusts deep inside me as my back hits the wall. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.” He pulls out then thrusts in deeper. “You need to tell me when you’ve had enough. God, what are you doing to me?” He kisses my lips hard before moving his lips down my neck then back up as he thrusts in and pulls out, in and out.
Against my lips, he hisses, “Ridiculous how bad I need you. No fucking self-control. Your smell, your taste, everything about you.”
With each word he says, my body burns hotter for him, until I finally cry out, “Same, Brand! Oh, God, same.”
He keeps going and going; my body a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.
When he stalls and looks at me, I know he’s holding back.
“Don’t you do that, Brand. I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Fuck yes.”
Lying in bed, in one of his tee-shirts, his head on my belly, his hand on my heart, I watch him sleep.
The way he fell asleep is incredibly telling. He’s concerned about my health, and like he said, he doesn’t want to miss a thing. I try not to cry, but tears slowly fall down my cheeks when I realize, as much as I try to make this whole separation for a few months seem like it’s not a big deal, it is. It so is. I am madly, deeply in love with him.
I don’t know if I have the same heart condition my mother has, but right now, if a doctor asked me how my heart felt, I would tell her it feels like it’s breaking.
I run my fingers through his silky waves and whisper, “I love you, Brandon Falcon. I always have.”
Heart Problems
Brandon
I wake wrapped around her … and hard. I glance at the clock shaped like a compass on the wall and see I have thirty minutes to get to the main house and get breakfast going. I wanted to get her there before I went over, out of respect.
“Fuck,” I mumble as I push myself up.
“Morning.” She stretches.
“Gotta get you back to the house before your crew is up.” I kiss her cheek quickly then start to move when her arm around me stops me.
“Not like they don’t already know. Relax.”
I turn back and look at her. “Trying to be respectful.”
She moves in front of me, places her hands on my chest, and pushes me back down onto the bed. Then she moves over me, straddling me. “We have today; start being respectful tomorrow.”
“I love the way you think, but—”
She grabs my dick like she owns it, which is hot as hell. Hotter even when she starts rubbing it against her.
“Love where this could be going, but you have to be sore as hell, and—”
“Shut up,” she whispers as she rubs the tip against her opening.
I grit my teeth together and growl, “Katy, no, babe. No … fuck.”
She’s soaked, hot, and rotating her hips, trying to fit me inside her. And … she’s on top.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I stammer as she descends on me.
I grip her hips, stopping her. “You thought thirty seconds was a joke. You keep that shit up, and it’s gonna be ten.”
She leans forward and presses her lips against mine. “Then you better get me there.”
I start to sit up, to flip her onto her back, but she holds her hands against my chest.
“Kind of embracing the whole cowgirl by injection situation I seem to be in, so how about you lie there and let me ride?”
“Fuck,” I hiss as she begins to rock. “Feels too good, Katy. Too. Fucking. Good.”
I tear my eyes from her perfect face and one hand from her hip to home in on our connected bodies. Using my finger, I start to circle her clit, causing her to gasp.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers.
“Get riding, cowgirl.”
She moves her hands from my chest to my thighs and spreads her legs wider.
“Fucking beautiful,” I hiss as I flick her clit.
She rocks back and forth on me as I start thrusting in harder, faster.
“I’m gonna … gonna … Oh, God,” she cries as her pussy tightens, a feeling I now recognize as the beginning of her orgasms.
Mine follows all too damn quickly.
I pull her down and wrap my arms around her, both of us panting. Then I glance at the clock and sigh, “Four minutes.”
She laughs silently against me then pushes herself up.
I study her face, wanting to see if I disappointed her, and she smiles.
“Well, damn.”
“Damn?” I ask.
She moves off me. “Yeah, that was pretty awesome.”
I follow her as she walks to the bathroom. “Pretty awesome?”
“Yeah.” She grabs my toothbrush then smiles bigger as she looks into the mirror at me. “Yeah.”
“Prefer to spend more time—”
“Same, but, Brand, a quickie is pretty cool, too.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, think of all the times and places where that will come in handy.”
Curious, I ask, “Like …?”
“You’ve never experienced a
backstage quickie, right?”
My mouth falls open, and I slowly shake my head back and forth.
“Wouldn’t want you to regret not having those moments, so we’ll have to make that happen someday.”
“I love you so fucking much.” I turn her around and kiss her hard.
“Quickie shower?” She smiles.
“Yeah?”
She looks down at my rising dick. “Um, no. We need a break.”
“Of course. Sorry, babe.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just want to do that again tonight.”
“And take our time.” I nod.
She smiles. “Yeah.”
After throwing on some sweats and a long-sleeved tee while waiting for Katy’s text to let me know who is up at the main house, I look around the main level, second floor of what I bought as a guest house. My intention for this place may have been as a guest house—hell, it still can be, since Mags can’t do the stairs—but this place has an elevator and their place … their place.
My phone chimes, and I get the okay to head over.
Katy opens the French doors.
“Morning, cowgirl Katy.”
She rolls her eyes, smiling big. “Let’s forget about that.”
“Impossible.” I lean in to kiss her, but she steps back.
She narrows her eyes. “Breakfast.”
I grab the back of her head and pop a kiss to her nose. “Got it. And you”—I close the door behind me and toe off my sneakers—“and I have something to discuss.”
“Well, let’s make it quick. Truth and I are going to eat and skate out of here for a bit.”
“What?” I laugh.
“I start school tomorrow, remember, old man?”
“Old man, huh?”
Her smile falls.
“What’s wrong? Is it your heart? The baby?”
She shakes her head. “Your birthday is Christmas.”
“Yeah.” I nod.
She looks down. “Yeah. Okay. Cool.”
I lift her chin. “Talk to me.”
I hear Jase clear his throat. “Can you talk while cooking?”
“Hey, Dad.” She steps away from me and walks toward him.
I follow.
Jase looks at her. “Wow, you don’t look as green this morning as you normally do. Feeling better, huh?”
“Two days, no puking,” she says, opening the fridge. “Winning.”
“You’re also in your second trimester, right?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
She looks over her shoulder at him. “I am now.”
Jase rolls his eyes, just like Katy does, and I can’t help chuckling.
They both look at me; Katy shocked, Jase with eyes narrowed.
“She gets that eye roll from you.” I shrug and walk over to the fridge. “Go sit; I got this.”
“I can help.”
“I promised your dad I’d—”
“Oh, so now you listen?” Jase huffs.
Two dozen eggs in my hands, I turn around. “I’m listening, Poppa Steel.”
“Brand,” Katy whispers my name like a warning.
I wink at her and look at Jase. “And I got breakfast. Have a seat and chill with our girl.”
“I was your age once,” he mumbles.
“Come on, Dad; sit.” Katy pats the seat beside her, and I hit the fridge, pulling out some leftover salt potatoes, spinach, cheese, peppers and … onions.
“What are you gonna make with all that?” Katy asks.
“Hillbilly home fries.”
Jase looks at her. “You sure about this?”
“Giddy-up, Dad.” She grins.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans.
Both Katy and I laugh as Jase’s phone chimes in his pocket.
He stands and pulls it out, hits the screen, and answers, “Jase Steel,” as he walks out of the room.
I grab a knife from the drawer and start chopping the onions first.
“Got a question for you.”
“Got an answer for you.” Katy smirks.
“Which house do you like better: this one or the one next door?”
“Love this house, but the other is cozier.”
“I like the kitchen better.” I look up at her. “Can’t wait to eat you on the—”
“Fucking enough!”
Katy jumps at the sound of Jase’s voice, and we both look at him as he storms into the kitchen.
“Kill it.” His face is turning red as he listens to whoever is on the other end of the call. Thankfully, his outburst wasn’t because he overheard me. “You kidding me? We had a deal already on the table; now he wants to raise the price?” He pauses, and then his eyes narrow as he looks at me. “The value is going up because of what?” There is another pause as he listens. “Kill. It,” he says, staring into my eyes, and then he hangs up.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” Katy asks as he sits down.
“Apparently, some big shot is buying up property in the Mantoloking area, so the house we were buying just went up almost half a million dollars.”
Katy’s mouth makes an O shape.
“Hey, Katy.”
She looks back at me.
“So this kitchen—”
“Not thinking this is a good time to have this conversation.”
“I think it is.” I look at Jase. “What would you do differently to this kitchen?”
“Not a fucking thing,” he snaps.
I look back at Katy and lean in a bit, narrowing my eyes, hoping she gets what I’m thinking. “So, Katy, what would you do differently to this kitchen?”
She smiles, and I know she gets it. Those telling eyes soften.
“You looking at any other properties?”
Jase glares at me.
“I mean, I have two, and I think we kind of like the other place better.”
“What are you saying?” Jase asks, not looking at me like he wants to feed me to the sharks.
“I’m saying, when we went to the lake, I asked Katy if she liked it there, and we kind of decided we could come back and forth when time permits.”
“Get to your point, kid,” Jase says, sitting back.
“You can have this place.”
I see his fists clench a bit. “Don’t want a gift, but if you’re looking to sell—”
“Not looking to sell, per say, but if the buyer made a promise that, if they wanted to sell, I had first option—”
“Katy has first option.”
I wipe my hand on the hand towel and hold it out. “Sold.”
He reaches his hand out and gives mine a firm shake, but not a bone breaker as I anticipated.
“You sure?”
I nod and look at Katy, whose eyes are brimming with tears. “Who else would I want my kids to grow up next door to?”
“Appreciate it, Brandon.”
Not sure why Truth and Katy needed to take off today, and yeah, it kind of bugs me, but I need to keep my shit in check, because I have plans for tonight, so I’m stowing the little green monster that I never knew existed.
Cleaning up the counter, I look over at Jase as he watches Carly, who’s staring out the window at the ocean. “Can I ask you to do me a favor?”
He looks back at me. “Depends.”
“Been thinking about getting a tattoo.”
You know how a dog’s ears perk up when you ask it if it wants a treat? I have to look away because that’s exactly what he looks like right now.
“You know anyone close who could do one maybe soon-ish?”
I hear Carly giggle and look up at her.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Thinking a heart and the words Branded by—”
He shakes his head as he heads down the hall. “Music notes. Maybe a guitar. Branded by Steel.”
“By Katy,” I call after him.
“You stick to music; leave the art to me.”
Carly laughs as she walks toward me.
“I love your girl,” I tell her.
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nbsp; “I know.” She smiles.
I take a few steps. “Gonna hug you and ask you how you’re doing.”
She smiles and hugs me. “Doing good. My girls have men who love them, and Max has … no idea, but he will one day.”
“No doubt.”
She steps back. “Did you know Katy used to write songs?”
“No”—I smile—“I did not know that.”
“She tossed all those notebooks away when we cleaned out her room for the move.” The smile in her eyes is mischievous.
“Huh. Any idea if they got salvaged?”
She grins. Katy has the same mouth and smile.
“Any chance I could get my hands on them, so I have something to read when I’m stuck in a hotel room?”
“You read?” She smiles bigger.
“Love to read.”
“Favorite book?”
“Love everything I read. Learn something new about myself and humanity in every book I open.”
“Do you read romance?” she asks seriously.
“Not sure how to answer that.”
“Don’t,” Jase calls from behind her and winks as he approaches her with what looks like a toolbox on wheels behind him. He stops and kisses her. “She’ll have you online reading for her book club.”
“It’s how you won my mom over.” She shrugs.
“Then I’d love to read for Katy’s mom.”
Gifts
Katherine
“He’s tall, dark, hot AF, has great hair, and a killer body. He sings, he cooks, and by the way you took the stairs, I’m guessing he’s hung like a stallion.”
I roll my eyes at Truth.
“Okay, the gray sweatpants gave it away.”
“Oh my God, really?” I scoff.
“He shouldn’t dress like such a tease if he doesn’t want to be treated like a ho, Kiki. You need to put a leash on your man,” she jokes.
“He doesn’t need a leash.” I smile as I turn the corner. “He loves me.”
“Kiki Steel, smiling and giddy. Did he drug you?”
“Ha. Ha.”
“You know, thinking back, this all makes sense. He pushes your buttons to get a reaction, and, girl, you reacted. I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming.” She throws herself back into the leather seat dramatically.
