by Tess Summers
He’d cooled down, or so he thought, but as he got under the covers, he caught sight of her cleavage and his lips took on a mind of their own–along with his dick that jumped a foot the second she let out a little whimper when his mouth touched hers.
Her lips parted and his tongue sought hers out. She eagerly accepted his exploration of her mouth and their heads tilted in order to deepen the kiss.
“Darlin’, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered when he came up for air, pulling her body tight against his and nuzzling her neck.
She pressed the back of his head to her. “I’ve missed you, too.”
They lay there for a moment, holding each other. Soon, he could feel her shaking, and could tell she was about to cry.
“Hey, none of that. It’s okay,” he murmured, pulling away and tucking her hair behind her ear.
She took a deep breath. “You are the most amazing man I’ve ever met. You’re like my Superman, always there to save me. If you hadn’t been there tonight, I could have very easily lost my daughter.”
A sob escaped her when she said the last part out loud.
“Bren, she’s going to be okay. She’s young and resilient.”
“If you hadn’t been there–”
“But I was there.”
“I know, and I’m so grateful. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.” She sniffled.
He pulled her back against him.
“I’ll always be there for you,” he said, kissing her hair and breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo.
Her body softened and relaxed when he enveloped her in his arms. She’d been through a traumatic ordeal, and here he was, trying to get into her pants. Not to mention he still didn’t know what the score with Kyle was.
What a dick move, Thompson.
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Brenna
Something was different when Brenna woke on her side in the middle of the night. She felt cozy and warm, and there was a familiar scent filling her nostrils.
When she tried to move, she realized there was a hand on her stomach holding her against a hard body. The smell was Ron. The wonderful warm skin of his chest was pressed against her back.
And his cock was hard against her ass.
She had really missed waking up like this.
Almost on instinct she began wiggling against him, ever so subtly. She felt his prick move.
The hand on her belly slid up to cup her boob and pull her even closer to him while he pressed his dick harder against her.
“What about Kyle?” he whispered in her ear.
She shook her head. “We’re not together.”
She should have added, “We were never together,” but, she neglected to mention that. Or maybe she didn’t want to ruin what was happening. She knew he was going to be mad that she lied to him, but she didn’t want to fret about that right now, she could worry about that later.
He rolled her onto her back and looked into her eyes before kissing her softly.
“Everything with Sarah–it was a misunderstanding. You’re the one for me, darlin’. You’re it.”
Now would have definitely been the time to explain about Kyle.
Instead, Brenna’s response was to run her fingers through his hair and pull him closer to intensify their kiss.
Things went from zero to one hundred in three seconds flat.
Arching her back, she pressed her chest against his; tilting her head to expose her throat when he began kissing her neck with urgency. She felt one of his hands come under her and pull her tighter to him. She could feel his erection perfectly aligned where it belonged–the only barrier between them was the thin fabric of undergarments they were still wearing. His other hand worked to liberate her boobs from her teddy.
Once her breasts were exposed, he put both hands to work caressing them. Pinching one nipple and stretching it, then kneading her round orb roughly, he dipped his head to suck on the other rosy peak. She clung to his shoulders and ground her hips into his.
Brenna traced her hand from behind his neck to his bulge and began rubbing him over his underwear. She needed that rock hard cock inside her–now. Judging by how frantic he was squeezing and sucking her tits, he felt the same. His hand came down and moved her panties to the side, dipping a finger deep in her sex as he did. It was almost as if he was checking to see if she were wet.
Did he really think there was even a question about that? Her panties were no doubt soaked. She wanted him desperately.
Ron pushed her chemise up above her waist and tugged urgently on her panties, getting them just below her butt before he began pulling his boxer briefs down. His breathing was as ragged as hers. Brenna bent her knees and finished pulling her undies off. She’d just gotten them to her ankles when she felt his warm, smooth cock rubbing up and down her slit. He tilted his hips and thrust into her.
They both let out a low moan as he filled her. It had been far too long since they’d done this, and he felt perfect.
He began to fuck her with slow, hard strokes. Her body reacted to every thrust.
God, how she’d missed him.
As great as it felt, she needed him deeper inside her. Hooking her arms around her knees, she lifted her legs and spread them wide as an offering to him, and he proceeded to bury himself inside her pussy, just like she needed. He was balls deep with every thrust, letting out a grunt with each slapping noise their skin made.
She couldn’t get enough of him. She felt her pussy quivering, her excitement building.
She thought he must be close to coming because he sat back on his heels, pulled his hard-as-steel rod out of her pussy, and began to rub her clit with it. Brenna lifted her hips, and he plunged back inside her then pulled back out and moved his cock faster over her clit, turning her on more before resuming thrusting inside her.
He did this over and over, each time bringing her closer to her climax.
She reached up to grip his shoulder as he brought her to the edge again, whimpering, “Please,” before he thrust back inside her.
Every muscle in her body began to wind tight. The next time he began to massage her nub with his cock covered in her nectar, she curved her back and reached her summit, crying out when he plunged back into her again. Everything that had been wound tight unraveled until her body felt like it was made of jelly.
Ron continued to move into her with a steady rhythm until she felt his release. He collapsed on top of her and held her while his breathing evened out, his hot cum dripping down her thighs. When he started kissing her neck, she pulled away and held his face between her hands.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a long time.
“You and me, Bren.”
“Tell me about Sarah.”
He didn’t flinch. “You have to know that nothing ever happened with Sarah. There hasn’t been anyone else since you came into my life on New Year’s Eve.”
“Why would I know that? From where I was sitting, it looked quite obvious you were with her. Spending your birthday with her. Having her there to greet you when you returned with your squad. I can’t say I really blame you–she’s beautiful, and you two have a history.”
She could see his anger rising.
“I don’t like being accused of things that go against my nature,” he growled. “Yes, she and I have a history–and that’s exactly what it is–history. No present, no future.”
The way Ron told her that there was no present or future with Sarah, Brenna knew.
She knew.
He hadn’t lied to her, he’d been nothing but wonderful. Lying wasn’t his style.
It was hers, apparently.
She was dreading telling him the truth about Kyle. She could only imagine how angry he was going to be at her for not being honest tonight when she had the chance.
As if to reaffirm that her dread was warranted, he took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to look at him.
“I told you the night we first met, I don’t play games, and I mea
n everything I say. That hasn’t changed.”
Would he understand she was trying to protect herself, that was why she lied? Or would he be even angrier that she thought she had to protect herself from him in the first place?
He was a man of integrity; how could she have doubted him about that?
Brenna had been so wrapped in the sins Danny had committed, she hadn’t let herself trust Ron. She’d remembered being so eager to believe Danny’s lies in the beginning and came away looking like a fool. She hadn’t wanted to allow herself to risk that with Ron.
So she lied to him about Kyle, and didn’t fix it when the opportunity presented itself earlier.
She did know one thing.
She needed to talk to Kyle to get him to go along with her story or she was so fucked. And not in a good way.
Chapter Forty-Two
Ron
Ron fell back asleep after their impromptu lovemaking session with his arm around her naked waist.
Earlier, when he came back from the store, Ron had been content just holding her. They shared a kiss, and while it made him aroused, it also left him hopeful. When he woke to her rubbing her ass against his hard cock, he didn’t need any convincing to escalate things and fuck her. Knowing Kyle was out of the picture was a bonus. He hated to admit it, but there was a real possibility he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself even if that hadn’t been the case.
That was troubling for him.
But she and Kyle were over, so it was a moot point.
Sort of.
That she and Kyle had been together in the first place was a sore spot, but one he’d have to get over.
He had Brenna back in his arms and in his bed, at least for tonight. They still had things they needed to talk about. He needed to explain about Sarah so there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that nothing happened; that she could trust him. They also needed to talk about her seeking comfort from Kyle, but he respected her for being honest once she crossed that line. There was also the matter of her not doing okay with him being overseas so much, but that would be coming to an end once he was promoted. Well, it would at least lessen; enough that he thought it would be manageable.
Provided his promotion still came through.
Hopefully this helicopter rescue didn’t come back to haunt him. Not that it ever could, even if it cost him a rise in rank. He did the right thing and would do it again.
The sun was peeking through the sides of the blackout curtains, and he reached over, intending to gently rub Brenna’s hip and wake her.
The bed next to him was empty.
The note on the desk explained that she couldn’t sleep and went to the hospital, and for him to call for a ride when he woke up.
He caught a cab to the hospital. Hopefully Danielle was still doing okay, and Brenna wasn’t making herself sick with worry. He had so many plans for the future that he could now allow himself to picture her in. He had wanted to tell her last night that she was his present and future, but thought better of it. Now he was wishing he had.
He found Cassie and Danielle sleeping in Danielle’s room, so he went looking for Brenna. Maybe she was in the small waiting area on the hospital floor that held a TV and computer. He approached the door and smiled when he heard her voice, but stopped cold when he heard what sounded like an argument. It took him a second to realize it was Kyle she was having the heated exchange with.
Kyle’s voice was angry. “You did what?! What the fuck, Brenna. I can’t believe you’d do that. That’s something I’d expect Danny to have pulled, not you.”
Ron heard repentance in Brenna’s voice. “I’m sorry! I was upset, and I wasn’t thinking. It made sense while it was happening. I screwed up, okay? I get it.”
“Screwed up? Screwed up? This isn’t like you bought the wrong brand of bottled water or paid a bill late. You fucking lied to Ron and used me in the process. I don’t even know what to say to you right now.”
The remorse in her voice had given way to desperation. “Look, I get that you’re upset. I do. I don’t even have a good excuse, other than I was vulnerable, and I didn’t know what else to do. I’m so sorry, Kyle. It was wrong, and I know it. Just tell me what I need to do for you to forgive me, and I’ll do it.”
Kyle let out a long sigh, his voice gentler, almost as if he was chuckling. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking you love me and would understand, and Ron would never be the wiser. Bad judgment I know, and if I could take it back, I would.”
“You’re going to have to tell him the truth about us.”
“I know, I just –”
No way. No fucking way. They were still together? How can Kyle be so calm?
Ron came around the corner, not even bothering to disguise that he’d overheard their conversation.
She jumped when he walked in, the look on her face giving away the telltale sign of being caught doing something wrong. Dressed in jeans and a tee shirt with her hair pulled up in a high ponytail and minimal makeup she could be Cassie’s younger sister.
Shaking his head, he muttered with disgust, “I can’t believe you.”
“I’m so sorry,” she eked out in a whisper.
Ron looked at her as if she repulsed him and smirked. “Sorry for what?”
She looked down then started to walk towards the window without answering. Grabbing her by the elbow, he swung her around to face him.
“Sorry for what?” he repeated.
She was looking at the buttons on his shirt when she answered, “For lying to you about Kyle.”
“Lying about what exactly?” He was going to make her say it out loud.
A little sob escaped when she replied, “About being together.”
Ron was floored. He wouldn’t have believed it had he not heard it with his own two ears. What was he supposed to do now? Yell? Commiserate with Kyle? Punch something?
He needed to keep his cool.
As empty of any emotion as he could muster, he flatly told her, “You are something else. You sure had me fooled. No wonder you didn’t believe me when I told you nothing happened with Sarah. It has to be hard to trust someone when you’re not trustworthy yourself.”
There was nothing left to do but walk away. It wasn’t like he was going to make her choose–he didn’t want anything more to do with her.
Ron felt guilty as he told Kyle, “I had no idea, man. She said you were over. I would have never–” He stopped short of finishing that thought. He’d just admitted to himself that morning he very well may have still slept with her had he known. What this woman had turned him into sickened him.
Kyle seemed to be at a loss for words. He wasn’t nearly as pissed off as Ron thought he should be. Was Kyle considering forgiving her? Apparently Ron wasn’t the only one she’d done a number on.
He glared at Brenna as he told the former ball player, “She’s all yours,” then turned on his heel and walked out the door.
He heard her protest, “It’s not what you think!” and had half a mind to go back and give Kyle all the dirty details of last night just in case Kyle was thinking about giving her a second chance. The man had been just as much a sucker as Ron had been, yet apparently he still needed to learn the hard way, so Ron kept walking.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling this betrayed before. It hurt like hell.
Chapter Forty-Three
Brenna
She had been so worried he would be mad at her for lying about being with Kyle, she hadn’t considered that he thought she was lying last night about Kyle and her no longer being together.
That she had cheated on Kyle with him.
She wanted to go after him and explain everything, but she knew he was too angry to listen to anything she had to say. She needed to get back to Danielle and send Cassie and Kyle to the hotel to sleep. She’d try texting Ron after she gave him time to cool off.
Over the next five days, she sent text after text from Dee’s hospital room, begging him to call her
with no response.
She dialed his number and her call immediately went to voicemail. He had blocked her.
There was nothing more she could do from Phoenix, although she considered sending him flowers, but knew they’d end up on his secretary’s desk or in the shredder.
She also had to make amends with Kyle. He was pissed at being dragged into her drama, but when he saw how heartbroken she was, it didn’t take much time for him to forgive her.
One more reason she loved him.
Of course, the Out and About section, as well as the actual news portion of the paper got wind of Dee’s accident. Since she was now an adult, she was considered fair game for the press. The gossip rags had a field day with their speculations. Thank God her daughter didn’t have access to any of it. The paparazzi staked out the hospital though, so Brenna’s days of her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun and yoga pants were over.
They actually published a really nice photo of her and Kyle taking a break in the garden area of the hospital. They had been reliving old times of when Danny was alive, and they were both laughing. It was a genuine moment that she hated the press for sharing with the world, but she loved the picture nonetheless. She wondered if Ron had seen it.
She was grateful she’d been too worried to allow herself to mourn the loss of Ron, but soon Danielle recovered enough to be released from the Phoenix hospital, and they flew to San Diego. Brenna hired a service to drive her car back for her.
She needed to see Ron and make him listen to her. Make him understand. He had said she was it for him. That had to mean something, right? He couldn’t just be done with her without a second thought.
Could he?
Maybe he could; he hadn’t tried getting in touch with her again. She’d carried that fear around since the day he walked out but hadn’t allowed herself time to dwell on it. Now that her daughter was on the mend, and they were home in San Diego, it was now all she could think about.
Still, she couldn’t find the nerve to go to his house and knock on the door. The fear of him slamming it in her face was too real.
