by Amy Brent
“Would you like to talk to Max?” he asked.
“Is he there?” she asked excitedly.
“Not here with me, but I can get his face to pop up on your screen, too. Wanna see?”
“Yes, please! Yes, please! Yes, please!”
I laughed at her excitement as Brandon started fiddling with his phone. Another screen popped up onto our phones, black and blank as the call attempted to connect. Sarah’s eyes were watching intently as the call finally picked up, but the face I expected to pop up wasn’t the face I saw.
Instead of getting Max, I got Brandon’s mother.
“Oh, my gosh, Melissa! Sweetheart, you look incredible. It’s been years. How have you been?”
My eyes welled with tears as I saw Brandon’s gaze lock onto mine. The moment her voice hit my ears, I was thrown back to another time. A time where they would invite me over to family dinners, and we would laugh for hours. A time when they threw picnics and would come get me from my parents’ house. A time when she would make excuses to my mother so Brandon and I could have a few more minutes out on the porch with one another before she had to take me home.
That woman had been more of a mother to me than my own growing up, and seeing her on my phone made me realize how much I had missed her.
“Oh, honey. What’s wrong? Please don’t cry. You can talk to me,” she said.
“I have missed you so much, Mrs. Black.”
“Cut that Mrs. crap. It’s Angela.”
“Or Ma,” I said, sniffling.
“Ma works, too,” she said, winking.
“Max?” Sarah exclaimed.
“Sarah?”
I watched Max’s mop of black hair work its way into the screen before Angela passed the phone onto him. A bright smile crossed his face as he waved at Sarah, and the two of them began talking with one another. Max showed Sarah his new toy, and Sarah talked about how she wanted to go over and play. I told her we could get everyone together once Mr. Brandon got into town, and Angela piped up and told me Sarah was welcome at her house anytime I wanted to bring her over. I let Sarah take the phone so she could go show Max the movie we were watching, and I followed her up the steps as she took my phone into the room.
She and Max were playing on the phone screens together as I stood in the corner and watched.
“That’s a really awesome toy, Sarah. Is it your favorite?” Brandon asked.
“No. My favorite is my princess dress. And my cowboy boots.”
“Sounds like my kind of princess. A beautiful woman who can handle her own stuff,” Brandon said.
“Yep. I fix my own cereal and everything,” Sarah said, smiling.
“Because you are smart, capable, and beautiful, Sarah,” he said.
“What am I, Daddy?” Max asked.
“You are smart, capable, and handsome,” Brandon said, grinning.
Tears were streaming down my face as the kids continued to play. Brandon was talking back and forth to his mother, but the only thing I could think about was how I was feeling. I wasn’t panicked or worried. I wasn’t angry or unsure. I felt this warm sensation start at my toes and cascade up my legs. It crept up my back and caused a flush to rise up my neck. I felt my face burning as I sniffled lightly, and for the first time since I’d lost Carl, my world felt whole again.
My heart wasn’t sinking with sadness but overflowing with joy.
“Sarah?”
“Yes, Mommy?”
“Could I have my phone back?” I asked.
“But I’m not done,” she said, pouting.
“How about this, Sarah,” Brandon said, “if you give your phone back to Mommy, I promise that all of us will get together and play when I get back into town.”
“Really, Daddy?” Max asked.
“Really,” he said.
Sarah quickly scrambled and handed me my phone. I waved goodbye to Max and Angela before they hung up the phone as Sarah brushed by me and ran toward the couch. She jumped up onto it and grabbed her ice cream while she settled in for the rest of the movie. Then, I turned my tear-stained gaze back to Brandon.
In that very moment, I’d made my decision.
“How are you doing, Melissa?” he asked.
“I love you, Brandon.”
My admission stopped him in his tracks. I saw his eyes widen with shock as his lips parted slightly, and I smiled before I started giggling to myself.
“Holy hell, I love you so much.”
“Do you mean that?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I said breathlessly. “Every single word of it. Brandon, I don’t want to lose you. I-I can’t lose you. I can’t navigate all this emotional shit on my own, but I also don’t want to. I don’t want to do it with anyone else. I don’t want the appointments with Dr. Smith. I don’t want to go to another doctor’s office. I don’t want to wake up in my bed alone, and I don’t want to go to sleep without you knowing that I love you more than life.”
I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me, and I pressed a kiss to the picture on the camera. With my admission came a weight that lifted from my shoulders. I felt my back straighten as my shoulders rolled back. I felt my joints slowly release their tension as I leaned up against the hallway wall. I blushed with excitement as I buried my face into my hands, and in that moment the words I’d been wanting to say all along simply slipped from between my lips.
“I can’t lose you again.”
“You won’t, Mel. Do you hear me? Look at me.”
I raised my gaze up from my hand and connected my eyes with his. In that very moment, he held my heart underneath the toe of his shoe. He could crush it at any moment, leaving me to suffer in a pile on the floor.
But instead, he picked my heart up and placed it in the palm of his hand, cradling it closely to his body as his lips parted to speak.
“I’m going to come home early, all right? No one will be angry. No one will be missing out. But I need to see you. And it sounds like we need to all see each other.”
“When should I expect you?” I asked.
“I’ll see you Thursday,” he said.
For the first time since I’d buried my husband, I looked forward waking up the next morning.
Chapter 31
Brandon
Melissa was expecting me today, but I still wanted to surprise her. I told her to expect me that evening, but as my jet touched down Thursday morning, I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of excitement. I was taking a limo to surprise her at work for lunch. I couldn’t wait to see her and to hold her and hear her voice. I wanted to watch her lips when she told me she loved me. I wanted to kiss her beautiful pout and swallow her moans. I wanted to laugh with her over lunch before kissing her deeply and dropping her back off at work.
I wanted to show her what every day of the rest of her life could look like.
I had the limo take me home, so I could shower and change. I had to cancel the last leg of my book tour in order to come back early, so I told my agent to secure everyone tickets to my upcoming conference, free tickets for all of them as well as a backstage pass so they could get their merchandise signed by me like they were trying to have done today.
My agent called to inform me that the tickets and backstage passes were a hit.
I was a trending topic on Twitter as well as the talk of the town in the media. My book was getting more press than I ever could’ve imagined, and the free tickets advertised my conference well before its time. That one little gesture stoked the fire of what ended up becoming the most lucrative decision of my entire career, and it was all because I came home early to see Melissa.
The limo pulled up to Melissa’s office and I started through the front doors. I looked around, trying to find some sort of guide that would help me figure out what floor she was located on, but the secretary at the main desk answered my question before I even asked.
“Looking for Melissa Conway?” she asked, grinning.
“This must be why you have your job,” I said. “I am. Wha
t floor is she located on?”
“The sixth floor. All the way down the hallway. It dead ends into her luxurious office,” the woman said as she rolled her eyes.
“Not a great view down here?” I asked.
“Got great when you walked in,” she said, winking. “It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Black. I’ve heard a great deal about you.”
“Oh, really?”
“I’m friends with Melissa,” she said.
“Wait. Are you Ava?” I asked.
“Oh, yikes. How much has she dished about us during those therapy sessions?” she asked, grinning.
“She proclaims you to be her best friend,” I said as I walked toward her. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“Let me give you a piece of advice,” she said. “I know you know Melissa from way back, but she’s different now. A new woman. And she’s broken. And hurting.”
“I’m aware of that, yes,” I said.
“But for her, it’s simple. She only wants people to do what they say they will.”
“There will never be any moment where I go against my word. I can assure you of that,” I said.
“Look, Melissa hasn’t shut herself away because she’s depressed. Well, there’s some of that in there, but her depression isn’t coming from the source most people think.”
“Then enlighten me,” I said.
“Time and time again, she’s tried to step out into the world. And time and time again, the world has shown her why she never should’ve done it. She stepped out into the world when she loved you, and you shoved it back into her face. She stepped out into the world with college, and her parents abandoned her. She stepped out into the world when she allowed Carl to come in and heal her, and he died. That’s how she routes it in her head. She steps out, she gets hurt, and it’s more proof why she shouldn’t have gotten out of bed in the first place.”
“And here I thought I was supposed to be the professional,” I said.
“I’ve spent years with her. I knew her when she first married Carl. It’s simple, but hard to dig out of her because she clutches it so close to her chest. Don’t make her regret stepping out again. I don’t know if I’ll ever get her back if you do.”
“I promise you, Ava, I will take great care of her,” I said.
“Brandon?”
My head turned down the hallway as a bright smile lit up Melissa’s face. She came running down the hallway, jumping into my arms as I buried my face into her hair.
“Also, I might’ve texted her when you walked through the doors,” Ava said, grinning.
“Thank you,” I mouthed to her.
“I thought you weren’t coming in until tonight,” she mumbled into my neck.
“Surprise,” I said as she stepped back. “Fancy some lunch?”
I took her hand and guided her out toward the limo. She gasped, her hands flying to her face as she shook her head.
“I’ve never been in a limo before,” she said.
“Then allow me.” I opened the door for her and helped her slide in. I ducked behind her, shutting the door before the driver pulled away from the curb. I rolled up the partition window as the tinted windows blocked us off from the world, and I turned my body towards Melissa. She was still smiling at me.
“You’re here,” she said.
“I’m here.”
“Your interviews this week were fabulous,” she said.
“I’m flattered you watched them.”
“You mentioned me in one of them.”
“I did,” I said.
“You called me your girlfriend.”
“Does that bother you?” I asked.
“Not really,” she said, grinning. “But won’t you get into trouble since I’m your patient?”
“Transferred you to Dr. Smith, remember? Even though you’ve been canceling your appointments, which I advise against, you’re not my patient currently.”
“Sneaky, sneaky,” she said, grinning.
Her fingertips were sliding up my leg, and I couldn’t look past how beautiful she was. With the tinted windows blocking out most of the sun, all that was taking up my vision was her slowly inching her way into my lap. My cock rose to the occasion as her tits grazed down my arm. Her hair fell in her face as she planted her knees beside my hips, her fingertips dropping down to strip me of my belt and pants. She pulled my cock out, her fingertips dancing up and down it as my hands rose to pull her hair away from her face.
The wanton look in her eyes caused my cock to leak out into her hand.
Slowly, painfully slowly, she rolled up the fabric of her pencil skirt. Her legs were smooth, glistening for me as she took off her button-down jacket. She untucked her blouse, removing it enticingly over her head and baring her beautiful tits for me. I raised my hand to cup them as her hair tumbled down around her shoulders.
But then, I felt her hand wrap around my cock while her fingertips slid her panties over.
I grabbed onto her hips as she sank quickly onto my cock. Her hands flew to my hair, and her pussy soaked my dick, the sound almost too much for me to bear. I pressed my lips onto her breasts, sucking in patches of skin and marking her as my own while her pussy walls throbbed around my cock. She was so wet for me, and my cock was pulsing against her, growing to sizes I didn’t know I could reach as my hips snapped up into hers.
“Oh, Brandon. Just like that.”
My hands rubbed all along her back before my fingertips unhooked her bra. The fabric fell away, tumbling to the floorboard of the limo as my lips attached to her nipple. She threw her head back in delight, groaning with pleasure. My hands flew to the small of her back, and I moved her, positioning her on the seat of the limo, lifting her leg and hooking it around the back of the seat.
Her pussy was exposed for me, glistening as her tits bounced with her breaths.
I dove in and out of her body as she shook around my cock. Her hands dug into the meat of the leather seats while her juices soaked my balls. I wanted to go back home with her smell coating my skin. I wanted her low groans to turn into wailing declarations of love. I wanted to make her come as many times as she could stand before I watched her hobble back into work.
I had no intention of feeding her anything for lunch other than my cock.
I slammed into her, watching her body jolt as my fingertips found her clit. I roughly circled it, watching her gasps catch in her throat. Her face was screwed up in pleasure. Pleasure I was delivering as my hips pounded mercilessly into her. Her juices were splattering all over my clothes, soaking the very fabric I’d have to pull back onto my body.
But then, I felt it, her pussy contracting around me as her legs began to shake.
“Brandon. Brandon. Yes. So close. Don’t stop. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Come for me, Mel. Let it all go.”
“Brandon!”
Her back arched up from the seat, and her pussy clamped down on my cock. I bit my lower lip, trying desperately not to spill just yet. Her body was shaking, my thumb making furious work of her clit, and just as I sank my cock into her again, another orgasm barreled through her body. I watched Melissa jolt and quake, her fingernails leaving crescents in the leather while I plunged my thick dick deep into her throbbing pussy.
Her jaw was unhinged in silent pleasure as her back finally hit the car seat.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I said.
I slowly pulled my cock from her and watched her juices trail down to the leather. The sight was gorgeous, her tanned skin dripping with her white fluids. I wanted to clean her up. Bury my tongue deep within her pussy and make her cry with delight as she orgasmed again and begged me to stop.
But my low-hanging balls had something different in mind.
I slid from the seat and shifted over to her. She tilted over onto her side and took my cock in her hand. Before I even gave her a command, she slid her lips around me, and I knew it wouldn’t take long before I was spilling down her throat.
“You like that?
You like tasting yourself on me?”
“Mhm. Mhm. Mhm.”
I reached my hand over and parted her aching pussy folds again. My fingers found her sensitive clit, her body jumping as her thighs clenched together. Her thighs tried to stop me even as her hips rolled into my hands, and I slid one finger inside of her while my thumb continued to work its magic.
Her humming around my cock drew the very come I had to give her from my balls, and I slid myself down her throat just as she reached down and grabbed my wrist.
