blush (Westbrook Series) (6 page)

The appointment went wonderful.  Missy still had
pain, but everything was healing better than expected. 

"You are one lucky lady," the doctor said
with a gentle smile. 

"Yes.  I think so," Missy replied.

After the appointment Chloe brought Missy to the
restaurant they were meeting Brandon at.  It was a chic French restaurant with
beautiful pale yellow and pink floral decor.  On each table sat an elegant
antique tea set  and matching cups.  The menu was filled with appetizing
sandwiches, salads, and soups.

"Really!  You should stay." Missy
insisted, a little nervous to be with Brandon alone.

"No!  You and Brandon need to talk.  He's
really crazy for you Missy.  You need to tell him how you are feeling.  What if
he's "THE ONE".  You can't take a chance and let him go if he is.  I
will stay close in case you need me.  Just text me."

Missy kissed Chloe on the cheek before letting her
walk out of the door. 

Brandon walked in as Chloe was leaving.  He really
respected her loyalty to Missy.  She was an incredible friend.

"Where is she going?  Didn't she want to have
lunch?" Brandon kissed Missy on the cheek before sitting in a chair across
the table from her.

"She wants to give us time to sort some things
out."  Missy was looking down.  She knew if she didn't she might not be
able to say what she needed to.  She tended to get lost in his eyes and
daydream about his lips.  She wanted to just hold him; he had been so patient
and loving with her.  The drama that had occurred between them was still a
weight on her shoulders though, and she wanted to clear the air before they
could move forward.

"How was your appointment?"

"It went great.  The doctor was very impressed
with my progress."  Changing the subject put Missy at ease a little.  She
relaxed in her chair and continued, "He said I shouldn't run any marathons
today or tomorrow, but he anticipates for everything to heal fine."

Brandon released a sigh of relief.  He looked deep
into her eyes waiting for the next shoe to drop.

"Brandon, I have some questions I want to ask
you,"  Missy stated just as the waiter came to take their order.  Missy
requested a mango and avocado salad and iced tea.  Brandon didn't even look at
the menu before he decided to have the same.

"Go ahead.  Ask me anything."

"Why did you hit Mark?  I mean, I know what he
said and it was completely out of line, but what made you so angry you could
get up and punch him?  You guys seem very close."

Brandon sat still and thought for a minute.  To be
honest he had asked himself the same question a hundred times since that
night.  Each time it lead to one answer.

"Missy, I have never had feelings for a woman
the way I do for you.  Before your um...before the attack I was confused by
them.  They freaked me out a little.  In a way I think I was fighting myself
and that turned me into a bomb just waiting to go off."

"You said before my attack.  Are things
different now?" 

Missy questioned him with the seriousness of a job
interview. 
Damn he hoped he got this job
.

"Your accident put things into perspective for
me."

Missy tilted her head at him encouraging him to go
on. 

"Baby, I thought that I was going to lose you. 
Not like you were just out of my life...like really lose you.  You scared me. 
I was so afraid to admit my feelings for you, but it was nothing compared to
the fear of never seeing you again.  I made a mistake with Mark.  Don't get me
wrong, I won't allow anyone to ever talk shit about you, but I shouldn't have
punched him...at least not so hard." 

Missy laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood.

He continued, "I love you Missy.  I know that
it will take a while for you to understand that, but please let me prove it to
you."

Missy reached her hand across the table and touched
his arm.  She adored hearing those words come out of his mouth.  "I have
missed you so much."

Before he let her go on Brandon gave her a serious
look, "I have something to talk to you about now."

Missy felt a knot in her stomach.  "Okay,
shoot."

"I know that you're probably going to hate
this.  I don't think I would love you if you weren't the independent woman you
are, but I don't want you to stay at your apartment alone."  Brandon
looked deep into her eyes with concern.  He waited for her to come undone.  He
loved that she had taken care of herself for so long, but he wanted to take care
of her now.

"Brandon, I can't let the attack change my
life.  They caught the jerk that attacked me and now I need to pick up the
pieces and move on."  Missy moved her chair beside his and touched his
face. 

He was so relieved that she was willing to include
him into her life again that he hesitated to go on, but he had to.  "I
understand, but will you at least think about staying with me until you are
completely healed?  I know you're still in pain; let me take care of you.  I
promise when you are stronger I will buy you a can of mace and send you on your
way."  He gave her his most charismatic smile.

"I'll think about it."

"Damn right you will,"  Brandon joked,
dodging the playful punch she threw his way.  He was so content.  Knowing that
she would be back in his life was a huge weight off of his shoulders.  He
wanted to take care of her.  For once in his whole existence he wanted to live
for someone else. 

Brandon drove Missy back to her apartment.  The
overnight bag in his car told her not only was he awfully presumptuous, but he
probably knew she wouldn't jump right on the idea of moving in with him.  She
didn't mind his assumption though.  After being away from him so long, she
really didn't want to let him out of her sight anyway---not that she would let
him know that.  She didn't have to; he knew.  In fact, Brandon didn't leave her
side for the next week and a half.  He waited on her hand and foot.  He massaged
her when she was in pain.  He cooked for her; they even got in the routine of
going on long walks through central park.  They would stay up late talking
about everything in their lives before they found one another.  Missy learned
things about Brandon she would never had known if it weren't for the accident. 
He was loyal, unlike anyone she had ever met.   He was also so funny and
adorable----not to mention he made her want to do things to him she had only
read about in books.

Missy walked in the door of her apartment.  Chloe
had just dropped her off after driving her to her last appointment.

"How did it go?"  Brandon had been working
all morning.

"Brandon, the doctor said I am doing great.  I
can go back to work and you can stop waiting on me constantly."

"That is terrific sweetheart.  It will be
wonderful to have you back at the office.  Your living room is not the best
workspace."

Brandon had taken over most of her apartment with
designs for several upcoming projects. 

Missy gave him an impish grin.  "In fact, the
doctor said I could resume all normal activities."

Brandon spun around in the chair he was sitting in
looking at the latest emails that had arrived from his secretary.   Heat went
straight from his head to the tip of his cock.  "Missy, don't tease
me!"

Missy blushed, "It's true.  I can do anything
that doesn't cause pain and right now I feel fine."

Brandon jumped up, lifted her feet off of the floor,
and carried her to the bed.  "Are you sure you feel okay?"

"YES!"  She started unbuttoning his shirt
and sprinkling kisses on his chest.  Brandon let out a small moan.  She kissed
her way down to his pelvic bone and licked around his belly button while trying
to rid him of his pants.

"You don't have to....."

Missy interrupted him before he could finish his
sentence, "I want to.  You have taken amazing care of me.  Let me take
care of you."

She released his erection from his pants and took it
slowly into her mouth.  Licking and sucking the tip, then taking it into the
back of her throat.

"Oh!  Damn Missy." 

His sounds of ecstasy cheered her on, encouraging
her to nibble and suck harder.  She brought her focus back to the tip swirling
her tongue around until she drew out a small drop of liquid. 

"Brandon, you taste superb."

He grumbled.  "Missy, I can't take anymore. 
I'm about to come."

"Go ahead, I want to taste you."

He released at her request.  Missy consumed every
drop, savoring his nectar.

Brandon reached over to his pants for a condom. 
"Damn it!  I don't have protection." 

"I'm on the pill Brandon.  We don't need
it." 

The thought of being inside of her with no barrier
was electrifying.  He pulled her up and laid her next to him thumbing his
fingers through her hair and over the cut on her head.  Missy reached her arms
around his neck and placed sweet kisses on his jaw.  When his lips finally
touched hers,  the sweet kisses turned into a battle of want.  He reached down
to find the hem of her cotton dress and lifted it above her head.  When he saw
she was wearing nothing underneath, he groaned and took one of her breast into
his hand, rubbing his thumb over her perky nipple. 

She wrapped her delicate hands in a firm grip around
the shaft of his erection and began moving it until she reached the speed she
knew he liked.  When he put his mouth over her other nipple, she reached around
and pawed at his muscular backside letting him know she was ready.  Brandon
rubbed the head of his cock over her slit teasing her and drawing out several
moans.  When she couldn't take the tormenting any longer, she grabbed his
buttocks and dug her nails in thrusting him forward.  She was wet and ready for
him. 

"You feel so good Missy.  I love you so
much." 

His expression of emotion had her on the edge.  When
he kissed her neck, she unleashed. 

"I love you too!" Missy moaned as she
shuttered from her orgasm.

As soon as the words left her mouth, her climax
vibrating around him, he came hard.  He laid his head on her stomach for a
moment letting the effect of their love making and the words she had just said
settle through him. 

He rolled her on top of him to alleviate some of the
pressure on her ribs.

"Have you thought anymore about moving in with
me?"

"I have; if this is your motivation I am
thinking the arrangement could work for me." She teased, reaching down and
sucking on his bottom lip.

"Oh.  Well then by all means, let me encourage
you a little more."

Brandon started working her hips over him showing
her he was hard and ready for another round. 

Missy grabbed the last box and looked around to
study the one large room. 

"Are you going to miss this place?"  Chloe
asked with a sincere grin.

"No, not really.  I work so much.  Until the
attack, I was never really even here."

Brandon had already left, following the movers to
his penthouse.  Missy and Chloe were gathering the last few things left in the
apartment.

"You sure you are ready for this?"

"Chloe, I have never been more ready for
anything in my life."

Chloe and Missy arrived at the penthouse and Brandon
was supervising the placement of every box that came off of the moving truck. 
They giggled at how well he had adapted to being the person in charge.

"Missy dear, I am so pleased you are feeling
better."  Brenda was waiting in the upscale penthouse, watching as movers
came in and out.

"Thank you so much, I loved the lilies you
sent.  How is Enrique?" Missy walked to Brenda and squeezed her tight.

"He's doing wonderful, we leave for the
Cayman's tomorrow.  We really wanted you and Brandon to join us, but with the
move and you still getting over your injuries, Brandon felt it best if you come
on the next trip."

"Hey now!  I want to tag along.  Don't leave me
here to hold down the fort," Chloe teased.

"Come on you can handle the staff just fine. 
If they get out of line they know you will kick their asses," Missy
replied with a chuckle.

Brenda wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders.
 "You girls are amazing, and Missy I am so happy you are in Brandon's
life.  I love you both.  I have to go now; Enrique is taking me to
dinner."

"I have to head out too.  I have a date!" 
Chloe stated, her eyes filled with mystery.

Missy kissed them both and demanded that Chloe text
her later and give details about her rendezvous. 

"So we officially live together," Brandon
commented wrapping his arms around Missy and placing a kiss on her temple.

"Ewe, not for long if you don't shower!  You
stink!"

He rubbed his sweaty arms all over her, holding her
in place so she couldn't get away.  "There now you need to get cleaned up
too.  Let's go!"

"Quit!  I have to go start unpacking you
barbarian," Missy laughed running away from his grip.

"I already asked the house keeping staff to do
that for you tomorrow.  Tonight you are all mine."  He chased her into the
bathroom, catching her in an embrace.  "Have I told you I love you?"

"Not nearly enough."  She tilted her head
upwards letting his lips caress hers.