Trusting You Page 7

  “Hey, slow down,” Brett hollered, trying to catch up to me.

  When I got to my room I wanted to slam the door in his face, but he caught up to me and grabbed my arm. “Hey, calm down, firecracker. I’m sorry I laughed, but you looked so cute when you were talking. That pouty look on your face did me in.”

  Rolling my eyes, I took a big gulp from the bottle of wine in my hand. “I was being serious, Brett,” I said.

  Taking the bottle from me, Brett set it on the dresser and took my face in his hands. “Well, if you wouldn’t have stormed off you could’ve let me explain. Yes, I’m going to be spending a lot of time in California, but I’ve been working on the schedule. I want you to come with me when I go.”

  “What?” I remarked, wide-eyed. “How can I go with you? I have to work.”

  Smiling, he bit his lip and shook his head. “Oh no, you won’t be. You see, I made it to where you could join me if you wanted to. The first time I have planned to go out there is for one week at Christmas. I figured since your parents probably wouldn’t be around that you wouldn’t mind spending it with me in our own little place out there. We could even get our own Christmas tree.”

  Stunned and shocked, I sat there with my mouth wide open. He specifically made out his schedule so that I could join him. I was speechless. “What about when you start laying the groundwork? When will you be doing that?” I inquired.

  He smiled again. “I have that all planned out for next spring. Since you have time off for spring break, I figured you could come with me then. Just think about the fun we could have out there. If you don’t want to go that’s fine, but I thought I would give you the option. I actually have to meet with my client next week for dinner and I thought maybe you’d like to join me there, too. My client said he wanted me to bring a date since he was bringing one.”

  “I don’t know what to say,” I whispered softly.

  My heart swelled and I was close to crying, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment. Guiding him toward the bed and pushing him down on the edge, I decided to show him how much I wanted him and how much I appreciated his thoughtfulness. I knelt down between his legs and slowly ran my hands up his thighs and over his groin; his cock jerked in response.

  “Say you’ll come with me,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

  Slowly, I unbuckled his belt and the button to his pants. “Oh, I will definitely be coming with you … tonight especially.”

  Groaning, he laid back on the bed when I pushed on his chest. I slid his pants down his legs and took his boxers with them. When he tried to unbutton his shirt, I smacked his hands away. “No, no, it’s all me tonight. Let me do it,” I commanded.

  Straddling his waist, I was still wearing my skirt while his rock hardness was straining to get inside me; he was so close, but I held back. Brett was impatient and tried to take control, but my warning look made him stop. “You just won’t give in will you?” he chided.

  I shook my head. “Nope, and the more time you waste the more time I could have my mouth over your cock sucking you dry.” It was bold, but it got him to halt and reconsider trying to take control.

  “You just won with that statement. Carry on.” He laughed and stayed still, complying with all my demands.

  When I had him gloriously naked and spread out on the bed, I turned on my iPod and scrolled it to the exact song I was looking for … “Sweet Cherry Pie” by Warrant. Brett’s eyes bugged out of his sockets when he realized what I was getting ready to do. I had never done a strip tease before, but I’d been to a strip club a few times while in college. It couldn’t be that hard to do.

  Swaying with the music, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse while staring at him with heat-filled eyes and biting my lip. His cock was perfectly erect and growing larger by the second. I ached to feel him inside me, but I had to finish out my dance even if it killed me. Brett’s chest moved up and down fast while his predatory gaze was glued to my body. When my shirt was completely undone, it revealed a pink and black lacy corset that I had put on specifically for him.

  He groaned and ran his hands over his face. “Baby, you’re killing me. You look fucking hot right now. I swear I don’t know how long I’m going to last with you doing this to me.”

  Turning my back on him, I slowly unzipped my skirt and glided it down my legs while bending over right in front of him, exposing my bare ass. I made sure to take off my underwear earlier so I’d be ready for when the time came. The song was almost over so I knew it was time for me to finish up. I climbed up on Brett’s lap and rocked my hips along his stiffness and gave him the best lap dance I knew I could do. He groaned the entire time and hissed when I would get too close to letting him enter me.

  “Do you like this?” I whispered huskily in his ear.

  Wrapping his arms around my waist, he held me firmly on his lap. “I’d like it even better if I was inside you.”

  “All in good time,” I teased, removing his hands from my hips. I pushed him back on the bed and slid down his body until I was between his legs with his full length erect and wet around the top where I had rubbed my desire on him. Taking my small hands, I wrapped them around his cock and milked him firmly yet gently.

  Sighing, Brett laid his head down on the bed and ran his hands through his hair. Slowly, I lowered my mouth to the tip of his penis and circled it with my tongue. When I closed over his length and began sucking as hard as I could, I could tell he almost lost control.

  “I won’t be able to last long if you keep doing that,” he ground out. “It feels too fucking good.”

  “I know, that’s why I’m not stopping,” I breathed. “I want to taste you.”

  Growling, he fisted his hands in my hair and flexed his hips to get himself farther down my throat. His cock grew harder and more rigid as he helped pump himself in my mouth.

  “I’m gonna come, baby. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come hard.”

  His words had my body almost reeling with my own orgasm even though he wasn’t touching me. Picking up my pace, I sucked even harder until I had the first taste of his warm, salty release flow down my throat. When his spasms ended, I licked the top of his swollen cock to swallow down the rest. Immediately, Brett grabbed me by the shoulders and flung me down on the bed.

  “It’s my turn now,” he commanded, all raspy and breathless. He gazed down at my corset and shook his head. “But this has to go. I can’t make love to you without having the sweet taste of your nipples on my tongue.” The laces to the corset were actually in the front, so I took each individual one and slowly untied them while he waited and watched.

  When all were untied, he ripped it off my body and threw it on the floor. “Finally,” he snapped with a smirk on his face. Bending down, he flicked a nipple with his tongue before closing his lips around it, sucking it greedily. Desire shot through my veins and the heat of it coursing through my body made my clit swell and ache to be touched. As if he read my mind, Brett rubbed the tip of his still hard erection up against my folds.

  “How bad do you want me inside of you?” he asked, still licking my taut nipples. “Do you want it hard or slow tonight?”

  Moaning, I lifted my head and arched my back. “Hard, and I want it now.”

  Brett’s deep throated chuckle echoed throughout the room at the same moment he pinned me to the bed with his weight. Grasping my face in his hands, he leaned down and bit my bottom lip, making me gasp. “Then that’s what you’ll get,” he added huskily.

  Plunging deep and hard, Brett not only fucked me with his cock, but with his tongue as well. His hips moved frantically against mine and I countered his movements by rocking my hips along with his. Our bodies glided across the bed, all slick and wet from both sweat and desire. His arms caged me in to his body and he towered over me like I was nothing but a small animal. I wanted more; I had to have more.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilted my hips higher so I could get more of him in me. He was so large that I knew he couldn’t get it all in at times,
but I needed it. I wanted to know he was completely in me.

  “Harder, Brett. I want it all,” I cried.

  Brett pulled back to peer into my eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly, wiping the sweaty hair off my forehead.

  “Yes, I’m sure. I want you to go deeper,” I assured him. “I need to feel all of you.”

  Lifting my knees, he tilted my hips up and pushed himself inside me until I could feel his balls up against my ass. He was all the way in and I felt euphoric with his body filling me up, stretching me with his length. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled low.

  Faster and faster he plunged and thrust his cock inside my sex, and even faster was the orgasm building in between my legs. Raking my nails down his back, I screamed as the final burst of pleasure spread throughout my body from the inside out. Brett pumped a couple more times and I could feel him shudder and release his warmth deep inside, filling me up.

  Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I smiled up at him when I could feel in between my legs that he was still hard and ready to go again. “You’re insatiable, you know that,” I teased.

  He chuckled lightly. “Only for you, firecracker.” Sliding out of my body, Brett curled up beside me and kissed me on the shoulder. “I have never been this enamored by a woman in my life,” he said, trailing kisses down my arm.

  Shivers raced across my skin at his touch and I sighed. “What makes me different?” I asked. “I’m just an ordinary woman.”

  Brett tilted my chin so I’d face him and when my gaze locked with his stormy gray eyes he shook his head. “No, you’re not.” He paused and took a deep breath. “There’s a reason why I am the way I am with you.”

  My eyes went wide and my breath caught in my throat. He was so close and I could see it in his eyes what he was about to say to me next. Was I ready to hear it?

  “Why are you this way with me?” I whispered.

  He smiled and laid a gentle kiss to my lips, gazing longingly into my eyes when he spilled his secret. “I’m falling in love with you, Melissa. I spend every waking hour thinking about you and what it feels like to be inside you, both body and soul. You make me crazy, and I love every minute of it.”

  He said what I knew he was going to say and my heart was ready to hear it. I didn’t want to run away from his love, but we both had work to do on trust. Even though we had to build on trust, it couldn’t deter the way I felt in my heart. I was falling in love with the man and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  Rolling over, I straddled Brett’s waist and pinned his hands above his head. His eyes went wide, gazing mischievously up at me. “Do you want me again, baby? After what we just did I thought you’d be tired.”

  Grinning from ear to ear, I glided my hips up and down his growing erection and watched him shudder beneath me. He squeezed my hands and groaned as I took his length inside me, slowly letting him fill me up. Softly, I said, “Don’t get me wrong, I am tired, but I want to show you how much I love you by making love to you again.”

  And that was just what we did. For the rest of the night we made love over and over, whispering our affections to each other until the sun came up the next morning.

  How could I deny something that just felt amazingly right?

  Thirteen

  The next week and a half flew by really fast and the day had finally come for Brett and I to meet with his client over dinner. We were meeting him at one of the top of the line swanky restaurants in downtown Charlotte called Marion’s. It was his client’s choice to go there, and when I found out we were going to that specific place I inwardly groaned with regret. It was the same place my ex-husband liked to go to every weekend. There was a huge possibility I would be seeing him tonight, and I prayed he wouldn’t cause a scene if we were to cross paths.

  “I have so many ideas for this account, baby,” Brett said, beaming as he drove. Grabbing my hand, he entwined his fingers through mine and kissed my knuckles. “The place I’ll be building at is amazing. I’ve seen pictures of the area and I know you’re going to love it when we go out there for Christmas. That is, if you still want to go.”

  I laughed and met his eyes briefly before he had to concentrate back on the road. “Why wouldn’t I want to go? I love California. I’ve been out there a few times. I look forward to going back, and maybe while we’re there we can visit one of my friends.”

  His lips tilted up and a glint twinkled in his eyes when he gazed at me. “I’m sure that can be arranged. But you know it’s still two months away. You might get tired of me by then.”

  Rolling my eyes, I hit him lightly in the arm. “That’s not going to happen. I’m excited about going with you.”

  “Good,” he murmured. We were almost to the restaurant, and as soon as we pulled up to the front, one of the valet attendants opened my door and helped me out.

  I smiled and said, “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, miss,” he replied with a huge grin on his face.

  I recognized him from when I would come with my ex, but I didn’t think he recognized me. I’d changed a bit since the last time I’d been there. My auburn hair was now longer and I’d spent a great amount of time working out and plumping up my curves. The skin tight black dress I was wearing definitely helped with that.

  Brett passed off the keys to the valet and then walked beside me, placing his hand on the small of my back. Just that simple touch had me shivering. Bending low, he whispered in my ear, “You’re not cold are you? Or is it that my touch just does that to you.”

  “You should know the answer to that,” I whispered back.

  Once we were inside the doors the young hostess smiled at me, but then beamed at Brett. Everywhere we went he got the same reaction from the ladies, but this girl wanted to be noticed. She stuck out her chest and stood taller, making sure she could stand up to his six foot frame. I wasn’t short, by no means, but I definitely wasn’t the tallest either being five foot eight. Compared to Brett, I was at least four inches shorter than him.

  It took all I had not to roll my eyes at her, but I smiled and didn’t want to look like the jealous lover. “Do you have a reservation tonight?” the hostess asked, keeping her gaze on Brett.

  Brett nodded and pulled me closer. “Yes, we do. My name’s Brett Walker.”

  The hostess ran her finger down the list and when she found what I assumed was Brett’s name her smile grew. With a flourish of her hand, she motioned for us to follow her. “You’re table is right this way, Mr. Walker. Mr. O’Briene is already seated and waiting.”

  The exact second the girl said ‘Mr. O’Briene’ I froze where I stood. The last name wasn’t a common one, and given the fact that my ex always came to the same restaurant I knew it wasn’t coincidence. I could feel the blood draining from my face and my stomach instantly tightened up into knots. When Brett looked over, expecting to find me beside him, he turned immediately and saw me standing alone at the front of the restaurant.

  The hostess furrowed her brows, puzzled, while Brett ambled over to me. “Melissa, what’s wrong? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

  Realizing I’d been holding my breath, my voice quivered anxiously when I spoke, “I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m not feeling so good, Brett. Maybe I should go home. I don’t want to ruin your night.”

  Taking me by the elbow, he led me away from the hostess and her prying ears so he could talk to me in private. In hushed tones, he began, “Please, Melissa, stay. I promise it won’t take long. All we’ll do is eat dinner and then we can leave. Just please hold out for me, babe. This account means a lot to me and I really want you there.”

  Begging me with his eyes, he waited patiently for my answer. If he found out that Mr. O’Briene was my ex-husband, I had no clue what he would do or say. I never told Brett the name of my ex so he had no idea that Daniel was the one waiting on us.

  Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly. I�
�d been avoiding Daniel’s calls so I knew he was probably mad at me. What is he going to say when he sees me? Now that he wanted me back I could just imagine him doing whatever possible to get in the way between me and Brett.

  “Please,” Brett pleaded. “Come with me.”

  Closing my eyes, I bit my lip and whispered, “Okay, I’ll be fine, I think. I know this meeting is important to you. I’m sure I’ll make it through, and hopefully so will you.”

  I hope.

  He gave me a questioning glance, but pulled me into his arms. Sighing, he kissed my forehead and said, “Thank you, firecracker. When we get back to your house I’ll give you a massage and maybe that’ll make you feel better. Does that sound good?”

  “It sounds great.” I smiled up at him, even though my insides were screaming. I didn’t necessarily hate Daniel even though he cheated on me, but trying to act polite was going to grate on my nerves. If Daniel tells Brett who we are to each other then I know the night will take a devastating and awkward turn.

  The hostess was tapping her foot and glaring, but when Brett gave her that smile of his her frown disappeared. “Are you ready now?” she asked sweetly, even though I knew her tone was fake.

  Brett nodded and we followed her out to a private dining area that was reserved for special dinner guests. It was where Daniel and I always ate our meals. When we came around the corner to enter the private dining room, I saw Daniel sitting regally in his seat with a blonde headed woman that was dressed almost like a stripper vying desperately for his attention.

  Umm … so much for wanting me back, I thought to myself. The moment he saw me his eyes flew wide in surprise and he pushed his date away from him. Immediately, he pulled out his phone and his fingers flew fast over the keys. The hurt in his date’s face was apparent, and for a second I almost felt pity for her … only a second.