Chase
The second that boardroom door clicked closed, I shoved Sophie up against the wall. I kissed her deeply, but it wasn't nearly enough. I wanted to rip her clothes off and screw her right there on the boardroom table. It had always been a fantasy of mine, one I'd not fulfilled but knew that within time we would celebrate a first for both of us. I tried, but she begged me not to, insisting that she needed to get back to the clients, especially the one she had forgotten about in her office. So, reluctantly, I let her go, and I sat waiting in the lobby of her office, my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans for an hour while she dealt with the remaining people who had insisted on seeing her before we left for the night.
I had never been so happy to see the last person leave, and shortly after Sophie came walking out of her office, her briefcase in hand, and her coat flung over her arm. She gave me a sexy smile as she walked across the lobby to where I was waiting.
"It's about time," I kidded, knowing just how important her business was to her.
We stepped out into the cold night air and I took her hand in mine as we walked across the parking lot. I stopped at my car and opened the passenger door, looked behind me and saw Sophie walked towards hers. "Where are you going?" I questioned.
"To my place," she stated.
"No, you are coming with me." I walked over, guiding her back to my car.
"Okay, but I need to stop and get a few things first then."
"Like?"
"Well, I need a toothbrush, hair care products, shower products, clothes." She looked up at me innocently.
"I have an extra toothbrush, I do have a hairdryer, and I do shower, so I have products, and there is nothing that I plan on doing with you this weekend that will require a tremendous amount of clothes. I promise." I smiled.
"Chase, don't be ridiculous."
"I'm not, trust me. What I plan on doing with you over the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours does not require clothes."
She covered her mouth as she laughed and climbed into my car. I raced through the city, and twenty minutes later, her briefcase and coat were in a pile on my floor by the doorway and a trail of clothes led the way to my bedroom.
My cock ached as I sank into her tightness. Sweat poured off my body as I pounded into her. Her cries were loud and echoing through the room. I loved the sounds she made because of me. My one hand gripped her hip and the other gripped her shoulder, holding her close to me. The harder I thrusted, the deeper I went, and the louder she became. I could already feel her tightening with every thrust and knew she was on the boarder of her release. I stopped and pulled out of her. I watched as her head dropped to the mattress, breathless.
"Why...why did you stop?" she asked breathlessly.
"I want to be able to see your face as you come." I leaned over, whispering in her ear, "Roll onto your back."
When she didn't move right away, I quickly flipped her over. She let out a laugh. I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and quickly sank back into the heat and tightness I so loved. Her moans sent chills through me as I knew I was the one causing her to make them. It only took a second to get her right back where she had been, and I stroked her clit to help her along.
She forced her head back, lifting herself off the mattress, and let go. Her cries were louder than before, and I began to worry if my neighbors were going to hear. That worry went away quickly as I felt my balls tighten and I gritted out her name, pouring myself into her.
Minutes after cleaning her up, she lay cradled in my arms, staring down at the ring that she now wore. "What are you thinking about?" I asked as I ran my fingers through her hair.
"Just the answer to that question you asked me so long ago."
"What question?"
"Why we waited?"
I looked into her eyes. There was a seriousness behind them that, in all the years that I had known her, I had never seen before. "And what is your answer?" I asked as my heart began to pump a little faster, hoping that perhaps her answer was the same as mine.
"Honestly, I think every relationship has failed me in one way or another because of one reason. You. I think that without knowing it, in some way I have been in love with you from the start. I never really knew how to express it or how to show it, and at the risk of losing our friendship, I never was brave enough to do anything about it."
I laced my fingers through hers and pulled her into me. I had done a lot of soul searching over the last five months, and I knew that was exactly how I felt as well. "I think you might be right," I whispered as I placed my hand on her cheek and gently met her mouth, kissing her deeply.
Monday morning I walked on air as I made my way into the boardroom. Carter, Hunter, and Bryce all sat in their usual spots, a coffee in front of them, going over whatever documents were being brought to the table. I sauntered in, dropping my suit jacket on the chair behind me, and sat down.
"Jesus, it's about time you got here," Carter complained, glancing at his watch.
"We weren't sure if we should start without you or send out reinforcements to find you," Bryce stated.
"However, we guessed we should just start without you, since we figured you were probably balls deep in your fiancée this morning." Hunter grinned.
These fuckers, I thought to myself, and I hung my head low and sat in my usual spot. I hadn't bothered to call any of them after telling them what my plan had been, so none of them knew how it had gone. I let out a breath. "She said no. No, I don't want to talk about it, so let’s get down to business," I stated with no emotion.
I almost burst out laughing at the looks on their faces as they quickly averted their eyes from me and to one another, and suddenly the mood in the room shifted.
"Jesus, man, I am so sorry," they all said in unison.
The room went quiet as I opened up the file that sat in front of my spot. I fought off the urge to smile.
"Did she give you a reason?" Hunter questioned.
I shook my head. I knew if I looked up at any one of my brothers, I would burst out laughing.
"She can't just say no without a reason," Bryce stated.
"Sure she can. Why can't she?" Carter questioned.
"Fuck that. If it were me, I'd demand an answer. Look at him. The poor ass has been through enough. He at least deserves an answer. Get her on the phone. Let’s break her true Malone style."
Pretty soon, even Hunter was involved in the conversation, and my three brothers soon forgot I was sitting there. They spent ten minutes arguing amongst themselves about my problems, before I cleared my throat to remind them that I was still there and that I could hear everything they were saying.
"Hey, we're sorry, man. Totally inappropriate behavior," Carter said, shaking his head.
I chuckled to myself. "It's all good. She said yes."
"You ass." Bryce smiled. "Congrats, brother."
"So, when is the big date? You know the girls will want to know right away."
"We haven't set one yet but will soon."
"Better get to it, because as soon as we tell Mia, Autumn, and Hope, you know they are going to want to start planning everything," Bryce said, pulling me in for a hug. "Congrats, bro."
Our weekly Monday-morning meeting quickly turned into a celebratory one, which turned into a celebratory lunch.