by Eden Rose
“Yeah, they are almost four. It’s all online. They order everything.”
Garrett clears his throat again and then puts his arms around both Liz and Jerry. The way he seems like he’s familiar with both girls make me wonder if he’s been with both them.
“Let’s get this going,” I say. Audrey’s got her face pressed against my left pec, and I know that she’s ready to get this over as well.
They all sit down and we look at Garrett. For some reason, we have all nominated him as the speaker and the leader of the group. I don’t like the guy, but it gets the heat off of me.
“What the fuck is up with that recording?” Jerry asks and pushes off of Garrett’s chest. “What did you get my husband into? It’s bad enough that he died and now I’m going to have to wonder if I ever really knew him. Did I?”
Audrey wiggles in my arms and then pokes up her head. “You did. I don’t know what that was about, but that’s not my big brother. He would never hurt anyone. I know it,” she says.
Garrett and I both look at each other and he shakes his head at me in order to tell me to not correct her.
Even though I knew to keep my mouth shut, I was there. I was in that room that was recorded and I participated in what happened. “Look, war makes people do things that they normally wouldn’t do. It doesn’t make Baron any less of a man than you knew. He survived and helped many people survive as well. He was a hero and shouldn’t be remembered for what happened on that video.”
Audrey looks up at me with her deep brown eyes glaring at me with tears still in them. She looks beautiful even when she’s upset. “Do you mean it?”
I wrap her tighter in my arms and place my hand on the swell of her ass. “Yeah, baby, I do.”
“My major concern is whomever is writing these notes to Audrey obviously knows that they can get her to do what they want. And it makes me fucking nervous because she’s not protected.”
My head snaps up and Audrey’s placing one hand on the back of my neck to keep me looking at her. I shake her off and glare at her brother. “What are you talking about?”
The thought of Audrey being in danger is enough to make me sick to my stomach and I don’t fucking like it. I can’t have her out there thinking that she’s safe when she’s not. If she’s a target, I will do whatever it takes to ensure she’s safe.
Liz climbs into Garrett’s lap and wraps her arms around his neck. Leaving Jerry’s shoulders, he wraps his own arm around his pretty wife. I can see that he’s actually in love with her and it makes me want what he’s got.
After all of these years, it’s been Audrey for me and now that I’ve got her, I can’t let her go.
“I’m going to go on a limb and say that whomever has been sending these notes knows what is on that tape and is going to try and use it against us. Since, I’m a widow,” Jerry says and then swallows her cry, “I can’t testify against Garrett or Damien.”
My head snaps up. “So, what you’re saying is that Liz and Jerry are safe from testifying but since my girl and I aren’t married, she can testify?”
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. Audrey, I’m so sorry. I want to make sure that they can’t brainwash you into doing something that you don’t want to do. This is the only way.”
Audrey
My head is whirling with what I just heard. They expect me to marry Damien so I can’t testify? But, I’m the sister of Baron and Garrett. Doesn’t that count as something? I would assume so.
I shake my head back and forth and then look at my brother with glaring eyes. Liz must sense that I have reached my limit because she’s looking at me with eyes of comfort. “No.”
Without giving much more of a reasoning, I get out of Damien’s arms and I’m thankful that he allows me to do it. I can’t be wrapped up in his arms because then I’m going to think about how great it could be.
Damien has always had the ability to make me fall to my knees around him.
Since I knew this house like the back of my hand, I ran to the room that I once stayed in and slammed the door shut. I need to collect my thoughts and get my mind straight before I freak out on everyone.
Granted, I know that Damien didn’t propose to me, the mere thought of him doing so, is enough to have me freaking out. Why would he do that? Is he that worried that I could testify against him? My own brothers?
As soon as I’m in the room that I’m most comfortable in, I have my back leaning on the wall and I’ve got my head in my hands. When did everything become so messed up? I would never hurt my brothers. I would never testify against them. I love them. Even fucking Damien.
The room is a light beige colored room that has only a couch in it. There’s just enough extra room for a bed but there isn’t one in here. I think that Baron and Jerry were waiting to see if they were going to have another baby before they didn’t anything with it.
As it is, it’s just an empty room, with no purpose.
Seems kind of fitting.
“Audrey?” Liz calls through the door.
“What?” I answer and then pull my hands down and wait for it to open.
My beautiful friend has weaseled herself into the room and then she’s sitting in front of me. She places her hands on my thighs and lightly squeezes. “We are all worried.”
I shake my head and then address what they are worried about. “What about?”
“How this could implicate Garrett and Damien. Baron … is already gone so they can’t do anything to him. But… they could charge them with crimes against humanity. That’s why that stick was locked away like that.”
“What was on the stick?” I ask even though it doesn’t matter. I knew that my brothers wouldn’t be capable of doing something so heinous.
Whatever was on those videos, it must have pretty fucking bad to get everyone all riled up like this. It’s making me incredibly nervous and anxious because I don’t know what is on it. I’m dying to know what could be on there.
She shrugs and rubs her hands up and down my thighs comforting me. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
There’s a knock on the door and then it flies open. Garrett is standing at the door with Damien next to him and they both look as if they have decided something.
“What?” I ask.
Damien walks over to me and sticks his hand out so it’s in front of me. “Come on, we need to talk about some stuff.”
I look over to Garrett and he nods. “Go on. Audrey, we will get everything taken care of so you won’t have to testify. It’s important to get this buried so no one can find it.”
“Where are we going?” I ask Damien as I stick my hand in his and allow him to pull me off the floor.
In true Garrett fashion, he bends over in front of Liz and picks her up. He wraps his arms around her back and she willingly lets him pick her up.
“They are going to stay here and talk with Jerry and we are going to talk at my house.”
“I want to stay with my family,” I demand and place my hands on my hips. “This is something that affects us all and we all should talk about it.”
Damien shakes his head and then places his hands on my hips so they are covering my own hands. “It is. But we have stuff to talk about.”
“Garrett,” I whisper and my brother tilts his head to the side and winks at me.
“It’s okay, Audrey. You guys need to go and get your shit taken care of. I can’t keep sheltering you after all of these years. I need to allow you to be happy and make your own decisions.”
I’m flabbergasted.
Damien
My reasoning for taking her back to my place is completely selfish. I needed her to be away from everyone else so that we could have an honest conversation about everything has happened in the past. Plus, I needed to figure out how I’m going to propose to her without her shutting me down.
I could lie to you and tell you that I’m only proposing to her because I need to make sure she can’t testify. But the truth is, I have been waiting for the moment where
I could get Audrey back in life for good. I need this woman to be with me. Fully and completely.
By the time we get to my house, I’m anxious and sweating a little bit. I don’t know if she could tell that I’m struggling to keep myself in check or if she doesn’t care. Fuck. I just hope she doesn’t kick my ass or something.
Audrey helps herself out of my car and walks to the front door of my house. I stop myself from jumping out of the car to actually look at her. She looks so good in my space. I don’t know how else to describe it.
I can just imagine having to move her many bottles of shampoo to get to mine. Having to rearrange the closet to fit all of her shoes and purses. It’s just perfect.
Knowing that I can’t procrastinate any longer, I get out of the car and walk over to her. I open the door and she walks right in and goes to the fish tank wall. I follow her and then place my hands on her hips and breathe her scent in.
“My lovely. I screwed up five years ago.”
She spins a little and then looks at me through the glass of the fish tank. “What do you mean?”
I kiss her temple and then move the hair that I just kissed out of the way so I could have access to her ear. “I was scared. I don’t know how to be a boyfriend. I don’t know how to be something more than just a fuck buddy. I messed everything up with Liz and then you… I’m fucked up.”
The rage that takes over her face is more than I could stand. “Don’t ever say that about yourself. Sure, I’m pissed off with how you left things and I can’t believe that you were the reason why Liz went off the deep end.”
“I didn’t know how to keep something as beautiful as you without messing everything up. The things I was feeling for you back then, were more than I knew how to handle.”
“So, what are you saying?” She pushes.
I squeeze my eyes shut and then rest my forehead on the top of her head. The thing I always forgot about Audrey was the fact that she always smelled so good. “What I’m saying is, we can’t go back and fix what I messed up. I’m asking if you want to move forward with me. Actually try to be with me. The whole nine yards. His and Her towels, cooking dinner together… That kind of shit. Can you do that?”
Audrey turns more so that she’s facing me and she nods. I don’t hesitate to close the distance between us and I kiss her. Her lips are soft and luscious with just enough gloss for us to stick together. With my hands still on her hips, I bring her as close to me as possible.
“What does this mean?” She asks me against my lips. Her hot breath fans over me and I shiver like a little bitch.
“This means we get to do things right.”
Audrey
I woke up this morning feeling a little frisky. And by frisky, I mean horny. I must have masturbated twice in the shower and that still didn’t help the growing ache in between my thighs. There’s only one person that can help me do it.
ME: are you busy at work?
DAMIEN: never too busy for you
ME: you have an opening around lunch? I have a hole that needs to be filled
DAMIEN: does your insurance cover it?
ME: it better
DAMIEN: I will clear my schedule
ME: you bet your sweet ass you will
On Tuesdays, I typically don’t work. Those are my chart days where I computerize all of my records and begin to map out plans for my patients. Since a lot of them have stretched out their insurance policies and are unable to get the help that they need, I try to provide a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s not much, but I have tweaked a few of the exams so their insurance companies will pay for the surgeries that are needed.
These people already have cancer, they need as much help as I can give them.
Rolling over, I look at the clock and notice that it’s already ten in the morning. It’s time to get my play underway.
I take a long and hot shower that consists of shaving everything and then making sure that every bump or hair has been shaved off. I then take the time to shampoo and condition my hair so it’s nice and soft for when I see Damien in an hour and a half.
By the time I’m done, I feel better and sexier than I have felt in a long time. Sure, Damien and I fuck a lot but there’s something different about it being me that calls all the shots. And that’s what I’m going to do.
The huge walk in closet that holds both of our clothes, is to the right of the bed and the big bay window that overlooks the expansive backyard. I scroll through all of my clothes and not one of them fit what I’m aiming for. I’m aiming to knock him off his feet and give him a stupid smile that doesn’t leave his face.
Wait! I have a perfect idea! I run down the hallway holding my towel around my body and throw open the hall closet that holds our coats.
I rifle through all of them until I find the trench coat that I bought as a Halloween costume a few years ago and never threw away.
Feeling like I’m about to knock his teeth out, and what beautiful teeth he has, I prance back to our bedroom. Once I have blown dried my hair so it’s messy in a “I just had awesome sex” kind of way, I put on some sultry makeup. I’m careful when applying the black eyeliner because I don’t want to look as if I got attacked by it.
That’s not a turn on.
Once I’m confident in the way I look, I go back to our bedroom closet and find a pair of black pumps. Damien’s always complimented me when I wore high heels and since this is going to be a fantasy of mine come true, I need to make sure he’s happy.
My feet slide into them and I adjust to my whole height in them. I’m looking very hot and I feel amazing. Damien’s always complimented me when I wore high heels, something about my legs looking longer. I don’t know what he was talking about, but that could have something to do with the fact that he had my pussy in his mouth.
I wrap the coat around my body tightly and then walk out of the bedroom into the kitchen to grab my purse and keys. We both keep our keys in a little bowl that also holds his wallet.
The drive to his office has me feeling very nervous. I’m about to do a freaky-deaky drive by at my husband’s work place.
I definitely caught myself speeding at least three times while driving to see Damien. That is all I need to be pulled over and the cop then call my brother and asks him if he knows me. Then my brother shows up and makes fun of me for the rest of my life for thinking about being a slut.
The parking lot was empty so I parked my car next to his on the side of the building. Once I’m parked, I take my keys out of the ignition and then climb out of my car.
“Hey, baby!”
My head turns towards the voice of Damien and my mouth begins to water as does my pussy. He’s looking as sexy as ever wearing his lab coat and those pants that hang just right on his body.
“Hey, yourself,” I call back and begin walking over to him as sultry as possible. My goal is to get him begging for more so he knows how lucky he is to have me.
Oh please tell me I’m at least being a little bit sexy. The last thing that I want is me to look like a drunk whore who can’t walk in heels.
When I get up close to him, close enough to smell the hand sanitizer that he uses, he bundles me in his arms. “This is a nice surprise. What’s with the coat?” He asks me.
I smile and then wiggle out of his hold. Once I’m free of his body heat, I wink. “Dr. Alexander, I’m so sorry I’m late for my appointment,” I purr and bat my eyelashes.
There’s a minute where he looks as if he’s confused and then he understands exactly what I’m going for. “You should be, Mrs. Alexander. I’ve had to clear my whole schedule because of you being tardy. Get in my office.”
Hearing my married last name always gives me an extra charge that I didn’t know I had. The only way I can describe it is… electricity.
I pout momentarily and then I throw him a sassy wink as I walk towards the building. “You better have been late for a good reason!”
“I am. I’m so sorry. Please don’t give away my appointme
nt,” I tell him as I open the door to the office.
Once I’m inside, I spin on him and motioned for him to close the blinds on the door. “I need a good drilling and it’s important that we don’t get interrupted.”
As soon as the blinds are closed, I walk to the back of his practice and pat the dental chair that he has in the middle of the room. “Lay down, Dr. Alexander. Let me make it up to you.”
“There better be something good for me having to hold up my whole day for you.”
I pretend to be demure and look down before looking back at him. “I like to think so.”
In a blink of an eye, he’s laid out on the chair and I can see the outline of his dick that makes me want to do some bad things. “See, the reason why I was late is simple. I needed to get dressed for my appointment,” I purr.
