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by Angela Blake


  “Ashlyn,” Brandon said. She could hear the concern in his voice, and she wanted to open her eyes again. But she was too afraid of the curtain of blood that she would see falling down.

  “Okay,” Ashlyn replied, not quite understanding what was going on around her.

  “What happened, Ashlyn?” Brandon asked. When she didn’t respond fast enough, he turned to Katy. “What happened, Katy?”

  “She just fell,” Katy explained. “The house was shaking. I think she. . .” Katy let out a shriek. “I think she hit her head there.”

  “I can see the skin,” Brandon replied. That made Ashlyn start to panic. She reached her hand up to feel for her forehead. Did she even still have a forehead? Her fingers only touched warm liquid, which she knew was blood.

  “Brandon, help me,” Ashlyn said, pulling her hands back. She automatically tried to open her eyes, but she couldn’t see anything. She swiped at her eyes to clear them, but it only succeeded in making her hand just as wet as her forehead.

  “Katy, is there a towel or something we can use?” Brandon asked.

  Ashlyn felt a cold swipe of air pass over her head and the sound of the towel landing in Brandon’s hands. The towel was instantly pressed up against her forehead. Ashlyn felt the tiny little rough ends of each towel fiber, and she squeezed her hands into fists as Brandon dabbed.

  “Can you get me another one?” Brandon asked. “I need to stop the bleeding enough that she can move.”

  Katy threw another towel over. Brandon commanded Katy to hold the towel in place on Ashlyn’s forehead as Brandon methodically cleaned each of Ashlyn’s hands and her face. Ashlyn’s skin felt sticky, and she knew that some of the blood was already drying.

  “Ashlyn, how do you feel?” Brandon asked.

  “I’m okay,” Ashlyn said, feeling as if she were telling the biggest lie of her life.

  Brandon nodded to Katy. “I think we’re fine. Why don’t you go ahead and get back to the bathroom? I’m going to see if there is space in the coat closet for her to lay down.” The coat closet was one of those under-the-stairs types, and it stretched out far and low.

  Katy grabbed up a few essential food items and scurried back to the bathroom.

  “Ashlyn, I want you to try sitting up,” Brandon said. Ashlyn squeezed her teeth together and sat up. Brandon was still pressing the towel against her head. The blood flow was slower, and Ashlyn thought that it might have been stopped altogether. She took the towel with her own hand and sat for a few minutes.

  She blinked her eyes open and took a deep breath.

  “I’m okay,” she announced, finally believing it.

  Brandon smiled. “I didn’t know you were so old that you needed a cane to walk around steadily. I thought we didn’t have to deal with falls until you were at least in your 70s.”

  Ashlyn shook her head and gave Brandon an amused look. “You followed us out of the bathroom, didn’t you?”

  Brandon shrugged. “Guilty. I couldn’t just let you come out here by yourself. I just had this bad feeling about it.”

  “What?” Ashlyn asked. “You’re a psycho now.”

  Brandon nodded. Then, he slowly leaned down and kissed her lips. Ashlyn leaned into his kiss then pulled back.

  “Wasn’t there something said about a safe place? I’m pretty sure that this doesn’t count.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Let’s get you to that safer place.”

  Ashlyn stood and paused a moment so that her head would stop spinning. The wind outside sounded ferocious. They slowly made their way to the coat closet under the stairs. Brandon opened the door, and eight faces stared back at him like bats who were being disturbed from their sleep.

  “I guess there isn’t room in here for two more?” Brandon asked.

  The heads all shook in unison.

  “Stay safe,” Brandon said, closing the door again. “I guess we can go back to the bathroom. Maybe if you curl your legs up and lay your head on my lap, there will be room. We can make it work.”

  They took small, steady steps around the stairs to the bathroom. Just then, a mighty burst of wind assailed the house. The back door, which was made of glass, bowed in before finally bursting. Ashlyn threw her hands up to cover her face as little pieces of glass rained down around her. Now that the wind was free to tour the house, Ashlyn felt a chill sink in over her.

  “Brandon,” she said, as soon as the glass had settled. “Brandon!” She didn’t hear an answer.

  Chapter Four

  Ashlyn let the small towel fall to the floor, and she saw that Brandon was on the ground. His back was up, but little pieces of glass sprinkled his T-shirt.

  “Brandon, Brandon, are you okay?” Ashlyn wanted to kneel, but the glass on the floor warned her against it. Brandon slowly began moving, and Ashlyn felt a pounding in her head as the blood started thumping and finding its passageway free again. Ashlyn reached for the cloth on the floor, but Brandon grabbed her hand instead.

  “Don’t,” he said. “It may have glass on it.”

  “Okay,” Ashlyn said, nodding as though she wasn’t scared. But with the amount of blood leaking from her body and the tiny pricks she felt on the rest of her, she knew that she was not in a good situation. “We have to get somewhere and get this glass out.”

  “There won’t be room in the bathroom,” Brandon decided. They both took very careful steps. Ashlyn followed Brandon as he led her to her room. “Lay down on your bed here.” Brandon bravely went to the window and made sure that the blinds and curtain were shut as securely as possible.

  “Even if something happens,” Brandon said, “I don’t think the glass can make it through those small cracks.”

  Ashlyn lay on her stomach, using a shirt from her suitcase to dab at the wound some more. “Let me get the glass off your back first,” Ashlyn said. “I think you got the worst of it.”

  Brandon shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Yes, it does,” Ashlyn insisted. “Remember how stubborn I can be? Just lay down on your stomach and let me do it.”

  Brandon finally agreed, and Ashlyn realized that the only reason for such quick compliance must be that he was in real pain. He lay down gingerly, and Ashlyn dragged the trash can over. There were only a few big pieces clinging to Brandon. Only one of those big pieces had made a cut on his lower back.

  Brandon grunted as Ashlyn pulled the piece out. “Are you okay?” Ashlyn asked, wondering if she needed to stop.

  “Just keep going,” Brandon replied through gritted teeth. Maybe he didn’t like to show that he was in pain, though he had been authentic with her about everything else so far. Ashlyn blinked and studied the back of his shirt carefully, picking out the most miniscule pieces. She then started on the backs of his arms. There were a few pieces that had cut through the skin. They left little blobs of blood that had already started drying. The other pieces were merely on his skin.

  “Maybe you should take off your shirt,” Ashlyn suggested. “I don’t know if there are any more pieces. I can at least shake it over the trash can.”

  “Okay, that sounds like a good plan. If you have any tape, you might also be able to get any little pieces left on my arms.” Ashlyn dug around in her drawer, but she couldn’t find any tape.

  “I don’t have any, sorry.” The wind was whistling hard outside the window, and Ashlyn kept glancing fearfully at it. After just seeing the back door explode, she couldn’t be cautious enough.

  Brandon had taken his shirt off, and he was shaking it above the trashcan. A few pellets could be heard falling into the trashcan. “Let me check you out one more time,” Ashlyn said, looking at his back in a concerned manner. She giggled when she realized how her statement sounded.

  “You can check me out as much as you want to,” Brandon said. He turned around and gave Ashlyn a sound kiss on the lips. He pulled back and looked concerned. “It’s still bleeding.” He grabbed up the shirt Ashlyn had been using for her forehead a
nd gave it to Ashlyn. “Put it on your forehead. I need to check your back for glass.”

  Ashlyn had felt a few prickles of glass on her skin, and she knew that there were a few pieces imbedded in her. She lay on her stomach and waited as Brandon began picking out pieces here and there. Ashlyn felt lulled by a sense of false security. Each time Brandon took a piece of glass out, it was like he was pinching her, and each time, it made Ashlyn feel more and more excited for the next place he would touch her.

  Ashlyn’s breathing became heavier, and she felt her panties becoming warm. Who knew that picking shards of glass off of someone could be so exciting?

  “Are you holding that cloth to your head?” Brandon asked like a supervisor whose employee was not doing her duty.

  “Yes, Father,” Ashlyn replied sarcastically. “Anything you say.”

  “Well, anything I say, huh?” Ashlyn could hear the smile in his voice. “I say you should probably take off your shirt to make sure there is no more glass.”

  Ashlyn caught her breath. She had to make a decision. Either she didn’t follow what Brandon was saying, which would show him that she might not ever be interested in having him, or she could take off her shirt and risk starting something right there in the middle of the storm.

  Ashlyn slowly sat up and turned to Brandon. “What are you trying to do?” she asked, her words sounded clumsy as she tried to keep her eyes focused on Brandon’s face.

  Brandon smiled at her. “I’m just trying to be the best doctor I possibly can be.”

  “Well, I guess doctor’s orders are doctor’s orders.” Ashlyn briefly stalled as she tried to remember what bra she had put on that morning. She certainly hadn’t been expecting anyone to see it. But it was her black one, and that one was okay for company. Ashlyn took off her shirt and held it out to Brandon.

  “Go ahead. Shake it over the trash.”

  Brandon took the shirt from her slowly, not taking his eyes off her for a moment. He shook her shirt over the trash then threw it across the room where it landed on top of the dresser. Ashlyn’s heart raced as she let her eyes trail down Brandon’s body. Her eyes traced his hairs that curled out across his chest, down his smooth stomach, and to the top of his shorts. He had a tan belt holding up his khaki shorts, and Ashlyn mentally undid the belt, her eyes dropping just a few centimeters lower to the bulge that Ashlyn knew was his erection. And she could tell that he was erect.

  Ashlyn remembered what it felt like to touch him when they had been on the beach before. But if that hadn’t been the right time, surely right now wasn’t the right time either. What did she think she was doing? Ashlyn glanced at her shirt which was across the room. But she had plenty of other glass-free shirts. She should just change and get back to the bathroom. That would be the best decision for both of them.

  “Look, it’s still not stopping,” Brandon said. He reached across, and Ashlyn lay back on the bed’s pillows. Brandon dabbed at her head wound, and Ashlyn winced. She liked seeing the concern in his expression. That concern was for her.

  “Does it still hurt you?” Brandon asked.

  Ashlyn nodded, even though it as more of an exaggeration than a truth.

  “I’m sorry. I could see that you hit the counter hard, but I have never seen this much bleeding.”

  “It’s a head wound. I’m supposed to stay still. The problem is that I keep moving round.”

  “You’re supposed to stay still, but that doesn’t mean that I have to stay still,” Brandon smiled. He glanced down at her breasts, which were filling her bra. He continued looking at her for a few moments before he looked back up and into her eyes. “I’m sorry. I know that we talked before, and we. . .”

  “We what?” Ashlyn asked slowly. “What did we decide?”

  “Well, I was kind of under the impression that it would be better to wait and not just act on a whim but you know, decide if we were going to make a commitment to each other.”

  Ashlyn took a deep breath as she tried to steady the rate of her heart. She didn’t understand why Brandon was bringing this back up. Was he not tempted by her as they sat on her bed and she was shirtless? If he wasn’t tempted by that, then maybe he just didn’t find her very attractive. The idea almost brought tears to Ashlyn’s eyes.

  “Well,” she finally said, “I don’t know that’s exactly what we decided. But I think you were right when that happened. We had just met each other, like what, three days before? We’ve known each other almost two weeks now.”

  “And we’ve seen each other every day,” Brandon echoed her sentiment. He moved the shirt from her forehead and studied the wound for a few minutes. He finally placed the shirt back on and continued applying pressure.

  “The truth is that I want you,” Brandon finally said.

  “I think it would be a lie if I said I didn’t want you,” Ashlyn replied. “I mean, yeah, we have issues. You know that from this morning, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  Brandon smiled and looked Ashlyn in the eyes. “Well then, I didn’t know I had a little fan club.” Ashlyn tilted her head at Brandon and gave him a sarcastic look.

  “You know what I meant.” Only Brandon could take words that she had meant to be sweet and turn them into something strange.

  “I don’t want to have you if you’re going to regret it.”

  Ashlyn slowly licked her lips and took the old T-shirt from Brandon. “I won’t regret it. I mean it when I say that you’re a pretty unique guy. You’re the kind of guy that a girl is lucky to have.” Ashlyn swallowed. “So, I guess that means I want to have you too.”

  Chapter Five

  Ashlyn turned away from Brandon. She was momentarily distracted. The wind was silent. It seemed as though the whole world was listening, waiting for the storm to give its plan away.

  “It’s quiet,” Ashlyn said.

  Brandon nodded. “The eye of the hurricane.”

  A methodic thumping somewhere of something smacking against the side of the house sounded out. Ashlyn smiled. It was as though she had made her decision, and the storm had decided with her. All of those games were done. It was time for reality.

  Ashlyn rested her head back on the pillow and looked up at Brandon. He was looking thoughtfully at the curtains that covered the window. It gave Ashlyn the opportunity to really study his torso. Her eyes dropped down over every curve, and she imagined what it would feel like to run her fingers over those little muscles that formed mounds just above his belt.

  Ashlyn looked up at Brandon and saw that his eyes were now fixed on her. Her cheeks reddened automatically as she wondered what he thought of her admiring him. But Brandon didn’t seem to be moving; only his eyes were strolling across her body.

  “Ashlyn, I think you have changed my world forever,” Brandon whispered.

  His voice caused Ashlyn’s mouth to fall a little open. She licked her lips and smiled up at him. She wanted to say something clever, something that Brandon would never forget. She couldn’t think of anything. It didn’t matter. Brandon was already leaning down to kiss her.

  Brandon carefully placed one hand in her hair. He slowly kissed her, and Ashlyn leaned into his lips. Cautiously, Brandon split her lips and pushed his tongue through. His tongue came through and found Ashlyn’s. Urgency and innate need controlled Ashlyn. She sat up rapidly and ignored the pounding in her forehead.

  She reached forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. Brandon’s right hand wandered down her arm and to her hip. He squeezed her tightly. The desire in Ashlyn was taking over her body. She pushed her pelvis up into him then fumbled around to feel the front of his pants.

  Brandon pushed himself even harder into her, and he bit down on her lip at the same time. Ashlyn groaned, not able to contain her pleasure.

  Brandon pushed her back onto the bed, and Ashlyn lay still as Brandon slowly loosened her bra and pulled the straps off her arms one at a time. He stared at her for a minute before his eyes flicked back up to her.
Ashlyn pushed her chest up toward him, inviting him to touch her. He slowly moistened the end of his finger, his tongue playing with the edge. Ashlyn watched his finger as he slowly moved it downward and began caressing her nipple. Ashlyn grit her teeth, scared of moaning so loudly that everyone else would be alerted.

  After a mere few seconds, Brandon couldn’t wait any longer, and he bent down and took her nipple in his mouth. It had been so long since Ashlyn had done this with someone. It was as though her body had forgotten what the word pleasure meant.

  “Brandon,” Ashlyn moaned, as low as she could. Brandon was breathing hard, even though he had barely been moving. He addressed her neck, slowly moving his tongue up and down the nape, reaching the edge of her ear. He bit down gently then blew in her ear.

  Ashlyn felt gooseflesh rise up all over her body. She turned her head, silently hoping Brandon would do it again. This time, he put his tongue in her ear, and Ashlyn felt her whole body go rigid.

  He bit her shoulder once more, then his fingers were fumbling at the button on her pants. He slid them down around her hips and pulled them off. He spread her legs apart, and Ashlyn watched as he admired her. He slowly moved a finger up and touched the middle of her underwear. Ashlyn knew that she had wet it right through, and Brandon smiled at her.

  “I think I know what you’re ready for,” Brandon smiled.

  Ashlyn suddenly felt a sense of desperation. She didn’t want him to be done yet. She wasn’t ready for it to be over. Ashlyn pressed her body up against his, suddenly becoming dominant and directing him. Brandon smiled as she indicated that he lay on the bed. She quickly slid his pants off and just stared at how his tight boxers cupped his penis.

  She gritted her teeth as she slowly slid his boxers off. She needed him more than she had ever needed anything. Ashlyn slid his boxers off and saw his smooth skin built up to the rounded point. Ashlyn bent down and ran her tongue along the point. When Brandon groaned, he sent Ashlyn over the edge. No matter how much she wanted, she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t think. She began moving her mouth rapidly back and forth along his erection. Brandon had entwined his hand in her hair. His eyes were closed, and he was moaning off and on.

 

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