She spread her legs open and Blaze’s hand went straight for her panties. He could feel the heat emanating from the outside, the wetness on the cloth as he began rubbing her with his fingers.
“Tell me you’re really going to do this to me here and you’re not simply teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing you, baby. Not at all.” He slid his fingers beneath her panties and poised them at her entrance. “You are so fucking wet for me. Tell me how wet I make you. Tell me you want to feel my fingers inside you.”
“Please,” she begged. “I want to feel them inside me. Now, Blaze. You make me so wet. All the time, it’s you. Even when I thought I despised you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you in the next room. If you were hard for me, if you were thinking about me like I was you, if you laid awake like I did. So many nights I wanted to crawl into your bed.”
He plunged his fingers into her and she tightened around him as she ground herself into his hand. He expertly slid his fingers in and out, each time her juices coated them, proving to him she was quickly going to be sent over the edge. When he slid his thumb across her hard center, she exploded into his touch, grasping onto his shoulders as she rode her orgasm out.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Ginger. My cock is hard for you, baby. Let me make love to you. Right now.”
“Aren’t you worried about someone walking in?” she asked.
He brushed back a few tendrils of hair that had fallen across her face. A light sheen of sweat coated her forehead, making her face glisten underneath the light. He couldn’t breath as he watched her, so beautiful, so lovable and amazing. He could never figure out how those people that were supposed to be her biggest supporters – her mother and father, her sister – how they could treat her with such hatred and animosity.
“Come here. Slide down on to me.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Unable to help himself he grasped it, stroking it up and down waiting for Brandi to climb aboard.
“That is super hot.”
He chuckled, “Watching me stroke my dick?”
“Oh yeah,” she licked her lips and he about blew his wad.
“Come on, baby.” He continued stroking himself as she watched, situating herself enough on the bed in order to straddle him and slid down onto him.
“You don’t have a condom.”
“Does that bother you?”
She shook her head.
“Are you sure?
“I’m more than sure. Does it bother you?”
“Hell no. You’re it for me. Only you, Brandi Parker. Forever. If I spill my seed into you and you become pregnant, there’s nothing that would make me happier. If I haven’t already.”
“Really?” she asked as she slid down onto his erection.
“Really. You’re so fucking tight, Ginger. So fucking wet.”
“It’s all because of you, Blaze.”
He allowed her to steer, riding up and down on his dick, squeezing herself tight enough he was sure she was squeezing the come out of him, even though he wasn’t ready yet.
“Keep going, baby. Don’t hold back. Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“I want this. I want you forever, Blaze. I’ve loved you for such a long time and was afraid to admit it. I love you so much. You’re going to make me-”
She bit into his neck to muffle her sounds of pleasure from anyone who might be wandering outside her room in the hallway. He pushed into her, wanting her to ride it out as long as she could. As she continued to milk his cock with the spasms of her pussy, he filled her with his seed, turning his face into her neck as he moaned in triumph.
Slowly she untangled herself from his arms and crawled off his lap. He ambled into the bathroom, cleaning himself off and putting himself back into order before returning to her bed with a washcloth.
He tenderly cleaned her up, taking great care to wipe along her inner thighs before moving it along to her center.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. You’re mine. Let me take care of you.”
He threw the washcloth onto the bathroom floor and returned to her bedside, “Besides, what if we just made a baby? Then taking care of you would be necessary all the more.”
“I’d be surprised.”
“But you would be okay with that? This isn’t just sweet talking. That could very well be a possibility.”
“I know. Trust me, I would want nothing more. What if you and I had twins?” she laughed. “Could you imagine more Blaze and Blake Bryant boys running around?”
“Or feisty redheaded girls looking and acting just like their mother?”
“Move in with me,” she whispered.
“I thought you’d never bring it up. Out of the guest house?”
“Yes. I need to distance myself from those people. I know what happened wasn’t Drake’s fault but I have too many bad memories that my father tainted me with. We can find somewhere in Windsor to live. I always loved its cute old downtown neighborhood.”
“That can be arranged, my dear.”
“Promise me.”
“There’s a few promises I’d like to make to you, Ms. Parker.”
“Oh, please do.”
“I promise we’ll find somewhere to live together. I promise I will be there for you and take care of you – as much as you would like me to anyway. And I promise,” he rubbed his hand over her lower stomach, “to take care of any baby or babies you and I have together. I promise, if you’ll say yes, to be the best husband I can be.”
“Are you asking me to marry you, Blaze Bryant?”
“I am. Will you, Red? Will you be my wife?”
Tears fell from her eyes and he watched her with gratitude so grand he couldn’t express it as she nodded her head in agreement just as the tears began falling from her cheeks yet again.
“Yes,” she finally managed. “I would love nothing more.”
He showered her face with kisses, taking great care with her shoulder. “Was I rough with you earlier? I sort of forgot about your shoulder.”
“I’m fine. I figured it was payback for all the hassles I gave you with your knee.”
“Ahh, my knee’s doing better. Better than it has in weeks actually.”
“Knock, knock. What are you two lovebirds doing?”
After Brandi was released from the hospital, she immediately gave her resignation to Mr. Kingston. Now she was at the guest house, gathering up the last of her belongings, reminiscing about the wonderful times she had shared there with Blaze. Every piece of furniture, they’d managed to have fun together on, one way or another: the couch where they’d watched countless horror movies together, the kitchen table where she’d accidentally hit him in the knee and then of course, their beds where they’d spent countless hours making love, exploring each other and learning about one another.
An unexpected knock on the front door startled her. She debated for a moment on whether or not to answer it, when the knocking became more persistent. She set her hair straightener on the counter, questioning why she still owned the darn thing when she never even used it and went to the door.
“Hold on.”
She swung the door open and came face to face with her ugly past. Up close and personal, her sister stood on the front porch clutching her purse in her hand. Her hair wasn’t as long as she remembered and she’d since changed the color to an unbelievable shade of yellow. She didn’t look a day over twenty but she wasn’t as…as perfect as Brandi remembered.
Her hair wasn’t as perfectly placed as it’d always been and she hardly wore any make-up which was unheard of for her sister.
“What are you doing here?” Brandi couldn’t keep the sarcasm from her voice.
“I need to talk to you and you never return any of my calls.”
“You must be desperate to come here. What do you want from me? Better yet, what makes you think I would even help you?”
“Can I come inside, please? Just give me a chance.”
Brandi stood aside allowing her sister to enter into the house. She gently closed the door, resisting the urge to run away from her sister and this situation. Instead, she took a deep breath and turned around, ready to face the music.
“You’re in. What do you want? Why are you here? No, actually, I don’t care why you’re here in Windsor, just tell me what you want from me.”
“Look, I’ve changed, Brandi. Give me a chance. I’ve done a lot of things in my life that I’m not proud of, okay? A lot.”
“Yeah, you have. It’s shameful, isn’t it?” She didn’t want to be mean, she didn’t want to harbor feelings of anger and betrayal toward her sister but they were there and she couldn’t deny it. She went back to her hair straightener and began wrapping the cord around it.
“It is. I agree. And if you give me a chance I promise I will prove to you that I’ve changed. Gosh, no wonder you can’t stand me. I can hardly stand myself. Looking back at the way I lived my life, the way I treated everyone, not just you, who crossed my path. I was a real bitch. Worse than a bitch. I was the C word and I’ve deserved the way people have treated me over the years.”
I’m shocked into silence. Brandi couldn’t believe her sister was actually admitting all of this. The fact that she was admitting this told Brandi she was definitely on the path of changing for the better. Her nasty sister from ages past, would have never in a million years admitted she was a bully to people. Never.
The only thing Brandi couldn’t decide was why now. Why was her sister admitting anything? What did she want with Brandi? Whatever it was, she felt it was important enough to travel from Missouri to Colorado to discuss it with her in person. Fine. She’ll bite.
“Fine. What do you want with me?”
“Brandi. You are the only person I can fully trust. Neither of us have parents – real and good parents anyway – and you’re right, all of my ‘friends’ are versions of my previous self, which does me no good. You are all I have. The only person I can count on.”
“Please just spit it out. Why are you here?”
“I need a place to stay. I need a job. I need help,” she started sobbing then. Large, heaving sobs that made her shoulders shake and the unnoticeable mascara she’d been wearing stain her face with little streaks that made Brandi think of a runaway train on a single railroad track.
“Please stop crying. I’m sure you can manage all of those things without my help. You’ve done it all your life.”
“I know. But not pregnant. I’ve never done it alone and pregnant. Can’t I move in with you, wherever you’re going?”
Brandi was well aware of the tingling sensation in her fingers, traveling to her arms and then to the center of her belly. Was this what a panic attack felt like? Her sister wanting Brandi to help her? Hell no. Her instinct was strong and not completely unwarranted. There was no way her sister was going to live with her and Blaze. Absolutely not. She couldn’t and wouldn’t forget how her sister slept with Aaron, her ex-boyfriend or any of the other less important guys she laid her hands on. She knew with her entire being Blaze would never touch her sister, but Brandi wouldn’t put anything past her sister. Call her crazy, but she wasn’t able to forgive and forget that easily.
“You can’t. I’m sorry. You have only yourself to blame for that and there is no way in hell you are moving into the same house with my fiancé.”
“Can’t I stay here? Maybe I could work for your boss if you’re moving out,” she suggested.
“I don’t know about that. Maybe you can, but you’ll have to talk to him. Not me.”
“Okay, I’m going up there right now.”
Brandi watched her sister storm out of the guest house, wondering if Drake would take her up on her offer. She didn’t care. Correction. She did care because if her sister was going to stick around in Windsor, some how she would want to rekindle their sisterly bond and Brandi wasn’t sure she was willing to do that. Yet, anyway.