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  “Hey, that’s fine with me,” I agreed.

  Dressing quickly in a pair of running shorts and a tank top, I noticed Brett had a new set of clothes draped across the bed. “Where did you get the clothes?” I asked curiously. “Did you go home this morning while I was asleep?”

  Sheepishly, he glanced back at me over his shoulder while slipping on a pair of clean boxers. “I had them in my car … you know, just in case.”

  Smiling, I folded my arms across my chest and lifted an eyebrow. “Just in case what?” I questioned sarcastically.

  He laughed and threw his towel at my head. “I packed them in the car just in case I stayed over. I’m glad I did because if I didn’t I was going to have to leave you to go get some, and I didn’t want to have to leave in case this shit happened with you thinking I left you. However, it happened anyway so I guess it didn’t really matter.”

  Once he was dressed he came over and kissed me on the lips. “I wanted to spend every single moment with you before I left tonight. This week is going to be a busy one for me, and I’m not sure how much time I’m going to have to see you. I want today to be all about us.”

  My smile faded, but he grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. I smelled eggs, bacon, and maple syrup. My stomach growled and protested inside my body; it was mad at me since I didn’t eat the night before. Brett had a plate all stacked high for me with everything on it and three huge pancakes with butter on top. I was in heaven.

  Once we were seated with our plates of food and huge glasses of orange juice, I realized that he knew a lot about me, but I barely knew him. That needed to change.

  “How much do you work during the week?” I asked.

  Brett took a bite of eggs and furrowed his brows. “Let’s see … some weeks, depending on if I have to travel or not, I’ll find myself working about fifty to sixty hours a week. It’s a lot, but I haven’t exactly needed to divide my time if you know what I mean.”

  Incredulously, I stared at him with my mouth wide open. “Are you saying you haven’t been dating anyone?”

  He shrugged noncommittally. “I have, but no one worth my time. I haven’t slept with anyone since you that night three months ago.”

  My glass of orange juice halted at my lips. Was he serious? “I don’t believe that,” I said boldly. “You expect me to believe that you haven’t slept with another woman since our one night stand?”

  “That’s what I’m saying, firecracker. Take it for what it’s worth, but it’s the truth. I told you I hadn’t found anyone quite like you and now I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

  His gaze found my lips as I chewed my food slowly, and he stared, licking his lips while a slight moan escaped his throat. “You know, I just realized something,” he remarked huskily. “I love the way your mouth moves when you eat.” Just wait till you feel the way my mouth moves over your cock. The thought crossed my mind and I couldn’t help but drop my fork and laugh.

  Curious and narrowing his eyes, he retorted, “Enlighten me, Melissa? What were you just thinking?” I’m thinking about how good you’re going to taste, I thought to myself.

  Smirking, I waved him off. “Oh, you’ll find that out later.”

  When I didn’t elaborate, he stabbed a bundle of eggs with his fork. “Okay, I see how you want to be. Just know that two can play at that game.”

  Rolling my eyes, I finished my breakfast and carried my plate to the kitchen, putting it in the sink. “So what do you want to do today? I have a pool. We can always go swimming,” I suggested hopefully. The sun was out and it was a glorious Sunday morning. The only thing I needed to do was work on lesson plans for the week, but I could get that done in about an hour.

  Brett joined me in the kitchen and washed off his plate before putting it in the dishwasher with mine. “That sounds good. We can do that this morning, and this afternoon you can go somewhere with me.”

  “Where?” I asked, smiling.

  “You’ll see,” he replied. “I have somewhere I have to go and I want you to come with me. It may give you some insight on who I really am. I know you’re curious to know all about me.”

  I was intrigued.

  Pulling me away from the sink, Brett took my hands and held my arms out away from my body. “Okay, I think the clothes need to go before we get in the pool,” he insisted.

  I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Yeah, I know that. I need to go put my bathing suit on.”

  Brett pulled me to him and held me tight against his body, which was coming to life that very next second. “I think you misunderstand,” he growled in my ear. “I want you naked in the pool. No bathing suit … just you.”

  My neighbors didn’t live too close, and I had a privacy fence, but it still made me nervous. “Are you sure that’s wise?” I asked. “What if my neighbors see?”

  Brett slid my shorts down my legs and captured my underwear along with them, taking them to the floor. Holding onto his shoulders, I lifted my feet so my shorts could finally be free. On his knees on the floor, Brett slid his hands up my thighs and gazed up at me, biting his lip. “Your neighbors aren’t going to see a damn thing. I went out there this morning and took a look around. Your backyard is pretty well hidden.”

  I shook my head and chuckled. “So you knew what you wanted to do this morning,” I said as a statement and not a question.

  His wolfish grin was answer enough.

  Eight

  Before running outside to the pool, we made a bet: the last one in had to clean the dishes from breakfast. I won, which didn’t make Brett too happy. Laughing, I splashed him with water and rubbed it in. “I told you I would win, but you didn’t listen.”

  “That’s okay,” he countered mischievously. “Since you obviously cheated and threw a chair in my way, I say that we need to make a deal.”

  Swimming up to the steps, I sat down and crossed my arms over my bare chest. “What kind of deal? I can’t help it if the chair tipped over when I ran past it. That was your fault for tripping over it.”

  He scowled and stalked closer, his gaze turning predatory. For a man to be so playful at times, he sure had a dangerous streak that made every single ounce of flesh on my body ache to be touched by him. His tanned, wet skin gleamed in the sunlight and my breath halted in my lungs. I knew what kind of deal he was going to offer me, but should I accept? He took it easy on me last time by showing affection; this time it would be primal, animalistic.

  When Brett got closer, he grabbed me by the ankles and yanked me to him. My head almost went underwater, but he grasped me by the thighs and put his hand under my back, lifting me up. It just so happened that by lifting me up he only had to lower me down on his straining cock and I would be his.

  “What kind of deal do you propose?” I repeated, breathless.

  Brett nipped my bottom lip and sucked on it, pulling it in between his teeth. “Like I said, since you cheated by hindering my ability to win, I’m going to take you any way I want it and as fast as I want it. Don’t you think that’s fair?”

  Liquid fire blazed in between my legs, and just by his words I found myself almost bursting with my soon awoken orgasm. Did I think his offer was fair? Why hell yes I did.

  Frantically nodding my head, I wrapped my legs tight around his waist. “Yes,” I breathed. “I think it’s more than fair.”

  Loosening my legs from around his waist, Brett flipped me around so my back was to his front while he spread my thighs, pushing me to the side of the pool so I could hold on. Groaning, he said, “I don’t think you know what you got yourself into, firecracker.”

  Feeling his cock about to penetrate my core, I moaned, arching my back. “Show me,” I commanded.

  With one hand he reached around my front and began rubbing my clit, while the other draped across my chest, gripping on to a swollen and heavy breast. Holding me tight against his chest, he plunged in deep with one hard thrust. Crying out from the sheer pleasure of him inside of me, I pushed against the side of the pool
to help him go deeper.

  Brett growled and gripped my hips with a punishing hold. “Do it again,” he demanded. “Push off again and take me deeper.”

  I did it again, and at the angle we were at he was hitting just the right spot. The tingling began to build, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. Picking up his pace with both his hips and his hand running fast circles on my nub, I fell apart and cried out just as he came in hot spurts inside of my body. He rocked his hips against me, and once the tremors subsided he held me in his lap, still connected in body and soul as we regained our breath.

  Brett kissed my back, my neck, and gently tugged my hair so that my head tilted back and to the side. He licked my lips and then plunged his tongue inside while slowly penetrating me down below, lightly thrusting his cock in and out of my sex, playfully.

  “I just can’t get enough of you, Melissa. You are seriously going to drive me crazy,” he admitted. Smiling, he kissed my nose and slowly lifted me off of his still hard erection. Turning me around, he took my arms and wrapped them around his neck. “How did that feel? Do you regret not doing the dishes now?”

  I laughed. “Hell no, it was worth it. I think I might let you do the dishes every night if you’re going to punish me like that.”

  Smirking, Brett lifted a dark eyebrow and asked, “So you want to see me every night now? Is that how this is going to work?”

  Splashing him with water, I untangled myself from his body and slowly climbed out of the pool. “You’re too busy to see me every day. I’m sure a man like you has much more important obligations,” I teased, hoping deep down that he would disagree.

  Dripping wet and still hard between his legs, Brett stalked out of the water and up to me. He took my face in his hands, crushing his lips to mine while backing us toward the patio door and inside the house. When he pulled back, his steely gray eyes penetrated me deeper than any amount of lovemaking he could bestow upon me.

  “I may be a busy man, Melissa, but there is nothing more important than being here with you …” He groaned into my ear and lowered his hand to cup my mound while gently pushing a finger inside me. “… and in you.” Pulling out his finger, he slowly put it in his mouth and licked off my desire for him. “I will never get tired of the way you taste. If you wanted to see me every day, I would make sure to be here. If that’s what you wanted all you’d have to do is say the words.”

  He was waiting for an answer, but I didn’t know what to say. Seeing him every day would be a big step. Was I ready for that? Winking, and with a smile on my face, I told him, “I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”

  Nine

  After showering and getting dressed … again, we climbed into Brett’s Jeep and sidled down the road. I still had no clue where we were going or who we were going to meet. However, I was a little confused when we pulled into the huge, vacant parking lot of the high school I taught at.

  “Umm …” I began, curiously staring at my school. “What are we doing here?”

  Brett grinned wide and winked. “Since we have a few minutes to spare, I thought I’d give you those lessons I promised you.” Cutting off his ignition, he got out of the Jeep and came around to my side, opening the door. I groaned as he pulled me out and pushed me around the vehicle with his hands on my hip.

  “I’m telling you it’s a waste of time. I tried learning before and couldn’t get it,” I warned, throwing my hands up in the air.

  Brett laughed and shoved me into the driver’s seat. “Oh well, you’re learning now. We can stay here all day, but like I said, it’s a good thing to know how to drive one. You never know when it might come in handy.”

  He shut the door, went around to the passenger side, and got in. I adjusted the seat and sat there, waiting on instructions. “You can do this,” he muttered with a huge grin on his face. “To start the car you need to press in the clutch, which is the pedal to the left, and then turn the key in the ignition.”

  I did as he said and started the Jeep. The moment I accidentally took my foot off of the clutch, the car sputtered and shut off. “Oops, that was an accident,” I admitted.

  Brett chuckled. “It’s okay, and I’m sure you’re going to stall out several times here in the next few minutes. Start her back up and keep your foot all the way down on the clutch until you’re ready to start moving.” He put my hand on the gear shift and showed me which direction to put it in for each gear when I shifted up. I already knew the basics of a manual transmission, but it was still the actual doing it part that had me flustered.

  Starting the Jeep back up, I kept my foot on the clutch and slowly pressed the gas while releasing the clutch. It stalled.

  I did that over a dozen times until almost an hour later I was cruising around the parking lot like a pro. Well, not actually since I still felt shaky taking off from first gear. “See, that wasn’t so hard to learn, was it?” Brett asked. “I knew you could do it.”

  I parked his Jeep and shut it off. Taking a deep breath, I turned to him and smiled. “I don’t know why I always thought it was the hardest thing to learn. But it wasn’t that bad.”

  Brett leaned over, placing one hand on the headrest and the other on my knee. Slowly he glided it up my bare thigh and under my white sundress to trail his fingers over the lacy underwear I wore. Teasingly, he whispered in my ear, “I think you need to be rewarded, don’t you? Once we get back this afternoon I’ll show you how proud of you I am.”

  I bit my lip and nodded while he pulled back my underwear and massaged my clit with his finger. He placed my hand over the bulge in his shorts and I groaned. “I look forward to it. But this is one stick I most definitely know how to drive,” I teased.

  “Why can’t you tell me who we’re going to see?” I asked, holding my sundress down over my legs as the wind blew through the Jeep. After learning how to drive his car and after our little teasing escapade, Brett took over the driver’s seat and started us on our way.

  All Brett told me before we left was that we were going to meet a special lady of his. When I asked if it was his mother he shook his head, whispering no, before turning away from me. He didn’t think I noticed, but I saw the pained expression on his face even though he tried to hide it. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but thought better of it. If he wanted to tell me he would, and hopefully one day he would trust me enough to tell me.

  There was that word again: trust. He didn’t trust me yet to tell me something that bothered him and hurt him. It pained me that he wouldn’t confide in me, but I guess it wasn’t just me that had an issue with trust. Once we got out of the city limits we headed into one of the smaller towns that bordered the city. Green fields and open meadows surrounded us as we headed into what we considered ‘the country’ out in our parts of North Carolina.

  We pulled into a quaint little neighborhood, nestled in the quiet suburban land, which had a bunch of older brick houses that was probably considered upper scale when they were built many years ago. The houses actually had acreage, which was uncommon once you got into the city limits. I always grew up accustomed to city life, but there was something about gardens and land that appealed to me. Maybe I’ll sell my home and get some land one day.

  We parked in the driveway of a one story brick home with black shutters, and flowers in pots all on the front porch. Almost immediately an elderly woman burst out of the front door and I had a very good idea of who she was … his grandmother. I could see it in her smile. Her hair was short with tight curls which seemed to be the growing trend with older ladies these days, and she was wearing a bright red apron that had flour spread all over it like she’d been in the kitchen baking.

  Brett jumped out of the car and ran up to the woman, capturing her frail body into his strong arms. Smiling, she cupped his face and kissed his cheek, but not before I saw a tear fall down the side of her face.

  “I’ve missed you,” the old lady said, hugging Brett across his waist; he towered over her by a whole foot.

  Brett smiled. “I’
ve missed you too, Grandma.” When he noticed me waiting by the Jeep, he motioned me over. Releasing his grandmother from his hold, he came up beside me and put his arm around my shoulders. “Grandma, I want you to meet my …” He stopped and hesitated for a moment before looking down at me questioningly.

  “Friend?” I suggested, lifting my shoulder uncertainly.

  Brett’s grandmother scoffed and pulled me out of his arms and into hers. “Child, I can see it right now that you’re not just his friend. You two stop being silly. My name is Rachel, but you’re more than welcome to call me grandma.”

  “I’m Melissa,” I said, once she let me go.

  Brett took my hand and led me to the front door, opening it for both his grandmother and I like the gentleman he was. The moment I stepped inside the whole house smelled like heaven.

  “I hope you two are hungry. It’s not every day I get company, let alone my grandson and his girlfriend. When you told me you were coming I had to cook your favorites.”

  Love and admiration bloomed across Brett’s face as he guided me to the kitchen. Once I saw all the food my eyes went wide. On the table there was meatloaf, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, homemade biscuits, and other side fixings that would put Thanksgiving dinner to shame.

  “Wow,” I breathed. “I have never seen so much food in my life.”

  Brett chuckled and grabbed a piece of chicken. “That’s why I had to work out all the time when I was younger. If I didn’t I would’ve been as big as this house.”

  His grandmother rolled her eyes and dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “You silly boy, enough of that nonsense. Why don’t you go outside and pick those ripe tomatoes off of my vines while I get to know your lady here.”

  His lips brushed my ear. “Now don’t let her tell you lies about me,” he whispered, winking at his grandmother.