Wanted (B&S)

by Kimberly Knight

  Heat from his mouth brushed across my skin as he spoke in my ear, “This time, I’m taking you with me so you can take care of my hard on.” His words clenched low in my belly. I circled my ass into his erection as his right hand wrapped around my front, stopping on my damp mound and pushing me back harder into him.

  I glanced at our friends, but they were each wrapped up in their own dancing, paying no attention to anyone else, just like the rest of the crowd. Multicolored lights moved above us but left the dance floor dim, so really you couldn’t see anything but bodies swaying to the music.

  I turned around in his arms, our bodies pressed tightly together, still swaying to the beat. I grabbed his hand, slipping it between us and placed it down between my legs as my other hand wrapped around his neck. Looking up at his eyes, I nodded. A devilish smile spread across his face as he took a small step back and started to pull up the front of my knee high dress. Slowly between our bodies, his hand slipped under my dress, anticipation building as I felt his fingers lightly brush across my sensitive skin.

  “You’re not wearing underwear?” Brandon said in my ear. I shook my head. Even though I had won at poker, I wanted to surprise him. “I think you might just kill me before the New Year,” he said, bending down again so I could hear him over the loud music.

  Not only was I going commando, but I had gotten the Brazilian bikini wax that Becca talked me into. When Brandon discovered it the night before, he couldn’t keep his hands and his mouth off me.

  Our eyes locked as his finger slipped inside and his thumb began to circle my clit. My hips rolled with the song, matching the rhythm of his thumb as my body grew closer and closer to releasing. Brandon leaned down, kissing me. Our tongues swirled as he pressed me closer to him, quickly slipping another finger into me, then thrusting it in and out.

  Sweat slid down my back and glistened across his forehead as my body heat rose, building to its climax. I rubbed his hard cock beneath his black trousers with my hand, causing him to groan against my mouth, squeezing my ass in his hand, and sending me over the edge as my body shattered around his fingers.

  Coming off my high, we slowed as the song ended. Brandon removed his hand, kissed me once more, and then grabbed my hand.

  “We’re leaving now!” he growled with need.

  I nodded just as the DJ announced that the countdown to the New Year would be in five minutes.

  “Oh, but we have to stay now,” I said, looking into his hungry eyes.

  “Shit! Fine, but after the countdown, we are calling it a night and going up to our room.”

  “Okay,” I said, leaning up to lightly kiss him.

  “You’re supposed to wait till midnight,” I heard Ryan say.

  I peeked over Brandon’s shoulder, “What?”

  “To kiss, you have like four minutes left.”

  “Oh,” I said, smiling as I shrugged.

  A waiter came up with a tray of champagne. We each took a glass and stood in a huddle, waiting for the ball to drop. Brandon wrapped his arm around me and I leaned into his chest, resting my head on it as we slowly swayed to the last song, One Republic’s Good Life.

  A giant screen by the DJ booth displayed Time Square as the ball began to make its descent. We stood there, watching the ball and listening to Ryan Seacrest as he explained that it had been one hundred and eight years ago when the first ball dropped. Everyone starting counting when the timer reached ten seconds to go.

  “Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one…Happy New Year!”

  Auld Lang Syne played as we kissed and then clinked our glasses and toasted to the New Year, hoping that “old acquaintances be forgot”––especially Christy.

  After we toasted with our friends, Brandon and I slipped away from the crowd. I took my heels off and we quickly headed for the elevators. The elevator couldn’t come quickly enough as our hormones were racing. Finally it came; Brandon nudged me in the empty elevator and quickly pressed the “Door Close” button repeatedly. A moan escaped my mouth as he pressed me up against the wall, kissing me fiercely as we rode up to the sixtieth floor.

  *~*~*

  Brandon and I didn’t get much sleep once we were back in our room shortly after midnight. No matter what––I craved him and he craved me. We slowly got ready for the day and met Jason and Becca at the hotel restaurant for breakfast before we headed for the gym. The gym was opening at seven and the guys wanted to be there in case anything went wrong.

  The grand opening of the gym was a huge success. Brandon and Jason offered a month free to anyone who came out to sign up with the gym before noon. We saw a handful of people who looked like they only got a few hours of sleep and were hung over––just like we were. Ben, the contractor, and his wife, Allison, came out to the opening as well to make sure everything was in working order.

  Once everything was under control and Brandon and Jason felt that their new Seattle team could handle running the gym, the six of us enjoyed one last dinner before heading home the next morning.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  “We got another offer on the condo,” Brandon said as I slipped into his car after work. We had been home from Seattle for over two weeks. He and Jason hired a few security guards to look after the premises and watch out for lurkers. To my knowledge, Trevor had not returned to the gym, and I hoped he was scared off by having security there now.

  “Oh good, is it what you want?” I asked, buckling my seatbelt after giving him a quick kiss.

  “It’s actually over listing price.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah,” he said, smiling.

  “Are you going to accept it?”

  “I already did,” he said, grabbing my hand and kissing it. “Now we need to start looking for our place.”

  “Can we get a place where we can have a dog?” I asked, smiling back at him.

  “We can get whatever you want, Babe.”

  I had never house hunted before. Ryan and I spent many Saturdays watching shows on HGTV like Househunters and Property Virgins and always talked about what our dream houses would look like. I knew what I liked and didn’t like, but I never thought I would be buying a house in San Francisco because of the high cost of living.

  “We should start this weekend. The agent who I have selling the condo has some houses for us to look at.”

  “Houses, not condos?”

  “Yeah? You want a condo?”

  “No––I just figured we would get a condo because that is what you had before.”

  “I had a condo because I was single, but now that I have you, I want a house so we can make it our own.”

  I turned my head towards him more and started to stare at him. Was this really happening? So much had changed in the last five months. Ryan and Max were getting married. I no longer lived with Ryan and barely saw her. I was living with a guy and now talking about buying houses, and buying a house together was a big step. Maybe he just meant that I would help pick it out, but my name wouldn’t be on the deed.

  “Okay,” I said nervously.

  “Okay? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, just…it’s just it’s only been five months and now you want to buy a house together. I mean, what if you wake up one morning and you regret it?”

  “What? Why would I regret it?”

  “I don’t know. It just seems that it is happening a little too fast.” I felt a lump in the back of my throat as I fought against the tears I felt stinging my eyes.

  “Listen to me, Babe,” Brandon said, parking in his reserved parking spot at the gym. “You’re like the cheese to my mac or the cream to my coffee. I can’t be without you and I will not regret buying a house with you. I love you so much, and nothing is ever going to change that. Please, don’t ever doubt the way I feel about you or any of my intentions. I have never felt this way about any other girl or girlfriend for that matter.”

  “Okay,” I said, brushing a tear off my cheek and smiled back at the man I loved.
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  Brandon was smart. He knew what he was doing and always seemed to do the right thing when it came to his future, whether in business or in love.

  “Now, let’s go work on what move you’re going to post on Facebook and Twitter tomorrow for work,” he said, reaching for the door.

  I grabbed his right arm to stop him. He looked back at me with a questioning look on his face. Without saying anything, I leaned over the center console of the Range Rover, grabbing his face and bringing it down to mine. “I love you, too…more than anything in the world.”

  *~*~*

  I met Ryan, her mom, Paula, and her bridesmaids, Tania, Kris, Veronica, Whitney and Virginia, at the bridal store the Saturday before Valentine’s Day. We sat around on lush plush couches and sipped champagne while we watched Ryan try on various dresses. We were having our own Say Yes to the Dress episode, but without the cameras.

  I had known most of Ryan’s bridesmaids for as long as she had. Ryan and I had met Tania back in college. Tania was a few years older than us and now had two of the most adorable kids I had ever seen. She moved to the States from Australia her senior year of high school and had been here ever since, but she still had an accent. You never want to be on her bloody bad side.

  Ryan and I met Veronica when the three of us had been bridesmaids at Tania’s wedding. Like Tania, Veronica had an accent, but it was a southern accent and I couldn’t get used to her always telling us that she was “fixin’” to go do something. I would joke with her asking, “What are you fixing?” When you put the four of us in a room together, there was no telling what would happen. We all had the love of stalking hot models on Facebook. Of course, we didn’t consider it stalking, but more pimping them out to get them more fans.

  Virginia was Ryan’s cousin from New York and like the rest of us, she had a love for smutty books and hot models. Tania’s daughter and Virginia’s daughter had become pen pals after Virginia and Tania met at Ryan’s engagement party. Their daughters thought it was the coolest thing to have a friend from the other end of the country.

  Kris and Whitney were Ryan’s friends from the accounting firm where they all worked together. I hadn’t known them as long as the other girls, but they were both really sweet and caring people. As long as they didn’t cross Ryan, I was happy. Whitney seemed to have a heart of gold and always spoke her mind even if it offended people, which is what I loved about her. She fit right in with Ryan and me. Kris’ personality was similar to Whitney in that she always seemed to speak her mind, which is probably why they got along so well. She had a sarcastic, dry sense of humor and some of the funniest facial expressions I’d ever seen.

  The first dress that Ryan tried on was a white, cap-sleeve, A-line dress with pearl accents on the top half. Before Ryan made it to the pedestal, her mom had already voiced her opinion.

  “No…next.”

  “You didn’t even look closely,” Ryan said to Paula.

  “Don’t need to. Next!”

  Ryan turned around and went back into the fitting room and none of us said a word. I didn’t really like the dress either, but I wasn’t about to get in the middle of all that. It turned out that Paula didn’t like a lot of dresses. Ryan tried on princess gowns, mermaid gowns, and very non-traditional prom looking dresses.

  One of the mermaid dresses that Ryan tried on was see-through on the top. I thought Paula was going to have a heart attack, but I think Ryan just tried it on to fuck with her. The part that was see-through was made of lace, but there was no material underneath. I wasn’t sure who would actually wear such a revealing dress on their wedding day. Ryan tried on dress after dress before she finally started to get impatient and testy. While she took a break around the eighth dress, the sales lady brought out the bridesmaid dress that Ryan picked out.

  “I hope you all like the dress I picked out. If you don’t, we can look for something else that you can all agree upon.”

  The sales lady held up the dress Ryan chose for us. It was knee high silk chiffon in a pea green with a v-neckline that met a twisted thick waistband in the same pea green color.

  “Ry, you know I love you, but please tell me that is not the color of the dress!” I exclaimed, worried as hell that we would look like something a baby puked up.

  “No, I haven’t decided on the color yet; however, I do think our wedding colors will be pink and green, but this shade of green is hideous.”

  I heard the rest of the girls relax around me and some whispered, “Thank God”. I’m not sure what I would have done if Ryan would have said it was the color. Surprisingly, we all liked the dress––even Paula.

  Ryan returned to the fitting room to start trying on more dresses. After about ten minutes, she walked out in the ninth dress. Everyone became extremely quiet and tears started to well in my eyes when I looked over and saw Paula crying herself. Ryan slowly walked towards the pedestal in front of the row of mirrors in an A-line lace dress with a thick light pink sash snugly wrapped around her waist. As she turned to get on the pedestal, we took in the back of the dress that had a v-back with white fabric buttons running all the way down the center of her back to just below her butt.

  “Well?” Ryan asked, looking at us through the reflection of the mirror.

  “I love it!” Paula exclaimed.

  “Finally,” Ryan whispered under her breath.

  “What do you think, Ry?” I asked.

  “I think,” she thought for a moment, turning around in the mirror, taking it all in. “I think it’s the one, too!”

  We all rushed over to her, wrapping her with hugs and clapping excitedly. The dress was perfect. We snapped pictures of her to capture the moment.

  “I love the pink,” Whitney said.

  “I love it, too,” Virginia said, running her hand around Ryan’s waist where the pink sash wrapped around.

  “Oh––what about this color for the bridesmaid dresses?” I asked.

  “I like that, Ryan.” Paula said.

  “I like that, too,” Ryan said, clapping.

  After our fittings, we ate lunch at a local Mexican restaurant and ordered pitchers of margaritas with our food and started to plan Ryan’s bridal shower. Paula agreed that we could have it at her house in Atherton since the guest list had quickly grown to almost fifty women. Thankfully, all of the bridesmaids offered to help me get everything prepared for the shower since there were so many guests coming.

  “So, Spencer, when are you and Brandon getting married?” Paula asked out of the blue, almost making me choke on my lime margarita.

  “Um––we haven’t really talked about it.”

  “Ryan tells me that he is living in the house with you?”

  Ryan told me that her parents didn’t care that Brandon moved in and that they really liked him. Apparently, he had made a good impression on them when they first met him at Ryan and Max’s engagement party. Paula was making me nervous. Was she going to kick Brandon and me out of her house?

  “Yes, he is,” I said, my eyes darting to Ryan, giving her a “What the fuck?” look.

  “I’m sure he is going to propose soon,” Paula said, smiling and making my heart beat again.

  “Oh, maybe he will propose on Valentine’s Day!” Ryan said.

  “That’s kind of cliché,” Kris said, laughing.

  “Yeah, really,” Whitney said, laughing with her.

  “I doubt he would even propose this soon. We have only been dating six months, you guys,” I protested.

  “Jason proposed six months after we started dating and we have been married for five years now,” Tania said.

  “Yeah, Casey proposed seven months after we started dating,” Veronica said.

  “You guys are freaking me out!” I said, taking a big sip of my margarita.

  “You don’t want to marry him?” Virginia asked.

  “Of course I do. It’s so soon though.” Were they right? Was Brandon going to propose? We were already living together and looking to buy a house together. I couldn’t i
magine my life without him in it. Was I prepared to say yes? “I guess I should get a manicure,” I said with a nervous laugh.

  *~*~*

  Over the next few weeks, Brandon and I looked at numerous houses. Given his price range, we saw some very nice houses, but so far, nothing felt right to both of us. I debated suggesting to him that we should just buy the house we were currently living in from Ryan’s parents, but we kept on searching. Kristen, our Real Estate Agent, assured us she would find our perfect home and asked us to be patient as she said buying a home was a long process.

  After many weeks of searching, we found the house…our house. We drove about forty minutes to Kentfield, located in the outskirts of San Francisco. We pulled up to the two-story contemporary home with a wooden porch and two-car garage. I fell in love the moment we parked in the driveway and I saw the well-manicured yard. It was everything that I hoped my first house would be.

  “I think I’m in love,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.

  “Yeah, it looks really nice. Let’s wait and see the inside.”

  Brandon and I met Kristen on the front steps.

  “Well, what do you two think so far?” Kristen asked.

  “It looks really well maintained,” Brandon said.

  I didn’t want to speak as I didn’t know if I should behave the same as you do when you go car shopping or not. When you buy a car, you are supposed to pretend you aren’t that interested, but damn, I really wanted this house.

  “Wait until you see the inside. I think you are really going to love it,” Kristen said. “It has four bedrooms, three baths, crown molding, vaulted ceilings…well, I will just let you see,” she said, unlocking the front door.

  We entered a foyer with a grand staircase in front of us. Ever since I saw Ryan’s parents’ house and envisioned her walking down in her prom dress, I wanted the same for my future children. I didn’t even need to see the rest of the house to know that this was the house of my dreams; it just felt right.

  One the other side of the wall by the staircase was the main living room that had a fireplace with a beige marble border and a white mantel. The hardwood floors continued throughout all of the downstairs and into the kitchen, which had beige granite countertops, light oak cabinets, and stainless steel appliances.