The Beginning of Us (161 page)

“Aw, it’s okay.” I smiled at him. 

While removing the tissue paper, I noticed a light brown, almost beige leather strap. Finally removing all of the tissue paper my breath caught when I noticed the famous monograms that lined the whole canvas material. 

“Oh. My. God. You bought me a Louis? Oh my God—oh my God— oh my God!” Now I really was giddy. I was jumping up and down, not hiding my enthusiasm.

“I did,” he said with a wink.

“Oh my God, how did you know?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I remembered…Vegas.

“Well, I felt bad when I won your money in Vegas so you couldn’t buy your Louis.”

“Ryan has a big mouth.” We both laughed. 

“Yes, but seeing how happy you are with your gift, I think I owe her.” Grinning at me, he kissed my nose.

“I love it! Thank you so much. This is officially the best birthday ever.”

“It’s not over, yet, Spence.” And there was the sexy smirk that always melted my heart and other things.

“Oh?” Brandon’s mouth covered mine as his tongue slipped into my mouth. No matter how much we kissed, I could never get enough of his taste. His hand slipped under my shirt and cupped my right breast. I entwined my fingers in his hair and kissed him harder.

Before we could go any further, there was a knock at the door. It was room service. Brandon answered the door as I adjusted my shirt. While Brandon talked to the room service waiter, I slid open the balcony door and leaned on the railing, closing my eyes for a moment as I soaked in the beautiful sea weather. It was a warm day but not overly so.  In a word, it was perfect.

“Your bacon cheeseburger and fries have arrived, my lady,” Brandon said as he bowed.

“Why thank you, kind sir!” I said as I curtsied and giggled. 

Brandon set our dome covered plates next to our glasses of champagne on the small table between the two chairs on the balcony. We sat there watching a few golfers play in front of us as we ate our burgers and fries. 

*~*~*

I’m not sure how long we sat out on the balcony, but the sun started to set as Brandon cradled me in his lap with my head on his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs hung over the side of his knee. I didn’t want to move, but I was sure Brandon was starting to get uncomfortable.

As I was about to get up and stretch my legs, Brandon asked, “You want to go have a drink by the fire pits?” 

Out the back doors of the lobby, The Inn at Spanish Bay had fire pits that had a view of the ocean. There were five total with benches surrounding each one. The weather had turned cooler. It wasn’t quite cold yet but I knew as the night went on it would get chilly. 

Brandon and I were sitting on a bench that faced the ocean. His arm was around my shoulders as I snuggled into his side. I was drinking my drink, a vodka cranberry, while Brandon nursed a beer. 

We talked to a young couple from Maine that was also there on vacation and ordered another round of drinks. The lady was a nutritionist and I spoke with her about my company's website. Brandon and the man talked sports and at one point, I heard them make a gentleman's bet about the Yankees and Giants playing against each other in the World Series.

After the sun set, Brandon and I excused ourselves and went to dinner at Roy’s, the hotel’s restaurant. I ordered my favorite dessert, Crème Brulee, after we finished our entrees. Deciding to work dinner off, we took a walk along the path behind the hotel. My new Louis vibrated as we were heading back to the hotel. I grabbed my phone out of my purse to reply, assuming it was one of my friends wishing me a happy birthday. Only it wasn’t. 

Christy: 
Don’t think that just because he is with you now means he won’t end up with me!

This time I was able to recognize the number as Christy’s. She was really starting to piss me off. 

“Your baby momma is texting me again,” I said, while handing Brandon my phone.

“God, when is she going to give it a rest?”

“Probably never.” Honestly, women like that did not let shit rest until you were broken up. But there was no way that was happening. Brandon handed me back my phone. I started to put it back in my purse but realized he texted her back:

Me: 
Christy, give it a rest. You’re nothing to Brandon, he loves me and I love him. You’re nothing but an incubator for his unborn child!

“Oh my God you’re bad!” I said while laughing and slapping Brandon on the arm.

“She’s crazy. I still can’t believe she poked holes in the condoms.  Who does that?”

“Are you ready to talk about it?” The night air had turned chilly as a light breeze blew in my hair.

“I’m ready whenever you want to talk about it, but it doesn’t have to be now. I don’t want to ruin your birthday.” Brandon wrapped his right arm around my shoulder and rubbed my right arm when he noticed I shivered from the wind.

“Babe, it won’t ruin my birthday. Everything that has happened today has been amazing! I love you so much and I want to talk about it. We 
need
 to talk about it.”

“What do you mean 
need
 to talk about it?”

“I mean it’s good if you talk about it. You can’t keep it bottled up.” 

“I know. Fine, but we are taking a bath first. We’ll talk later, I promise.” 

“A bath?”

“This room has a tub with jets, you’re cold, I'm cold and I’ve been thinking about us taking a bath together, so that is exactly what we’re going to do.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that and I do need my butt warmed,” I said with a wink.

*~*~*

The water was warm with bubbles overflowing the sides as Brandon and I stepped into the small oval tub. The tub was clearly made for one but we didn’t care. Brandon’s legs reached the top of the tub and my legs rested on his ankles as I sat in front of him, my back reclining against his chest. 

Brandon turned on the jets in the tub causing the water to ripple. I couldn’t feel the jets as they were behind Brandon’s back. Instead of enjoying the massage of the jets, he grabbed a bottle of my shower gel and squirted some into his hand. He returned the bottle to the left corner of the tub and began to rub the gel over my shoulders. The smell of French tulips, cherry blossoms and champagne filled my nostrils. 

The gel began to foam as he continued rubbing the shower gel down my back. His right hand slipped to my front as he spread the foam around my right breast and nipple. I felt his cock starting to harden against my lower back. 

His left hand glided across my left breast as he started kneading them both lightly in his hands. I bit my lower lip as I groaned. His hands glided down my belly as his erection grew even harder. His right hand continued down my body as his left returned to my breasts.

My legs spread a little wider as he parted his legs as far as they would go against the sides of the tub. His right hand started to massage my inner thigh as his left hand wrapped around my breast as he leaned me back against his chest.

The hand that was on my thigh began to rub my mound as his finger teased the lips of my pussy. Brandon kissed my neck as a finger slide into me. “Fuck!” I moaned as another finger entered. I closed my eyes, my hands gripped firmly on his thighs, the pressure slowly building. His thumb caressed my clit as his fingers slowly slid in and out of my center. 

His cock throbbed against my back. I raised my ass a little off the bottom of the tub, my hands still gripping his thighs. I slowly moved up and down as his cock rubbed against my spine. Making waves, water splashed over the edge of the tub as I glided my back up and down over his length. 

Brandon’s fingers thrust harder into my pussy as his thumb rubbed my clit. “Don’t stop,” he whispered in my ear. Continuing to sway up and down our breaths became heavy with pants. I let out another groan as pleasure vibrated through me. Brandon kissed the top of my shoulder. “Let’s move this to the bed.”

We got out of the tub and before I could grab a towel, Brandon was tugging my hand and leading me to the bed. We were both dripping wet. I lay on the bed as he put on a condom. I wanted to tell him that he didn’t need a condom because I was on the pill, but after Christy’s news, I held my tongue. 

Brandon approached the bed as I rose onto my hands and knees. He got on his knees behind me in the center of the bed and ran two fingers along the lips of my pussy. My body shuddered, my pussy still sensitive from my orgasm. 

I peeked over my left shoulder as his fingers gathered my juice and he ran his hand over his cock. He spit into his hand providing extra lubrication. The swollen head of his shaft inched closer to my pussy,
  rubb
ing back and forth over the opening before he began to thrust inside me slowly. My head straightened towards the head of the bed as I arched my back in response to his cock filling me. 

His hands gripped my hips as his cock slid farther into me. His hips thrust, his grip rocked my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust. I reached between my legs as I steadied myself on one arm and began to massage my clit. 

My fingertip circled my clit rapidly as Brandon’s breath began to quicken. He pushed deeper into me again and again. I let out a moan as an orgasm washed over me. Brandon thrust a few more times and then groaned at his own release. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The comforter on the bed was still damp as Brandon and I crawled back into bed after a “real” shower. The night air had cooled tremendously and Brandon wrapped me in his arms to keep me warm while waiting for the heater to warm the room.

“Babe… I really wish I wasn’t having a baby with someone else. I can’t believe this is happening to me,” Brandon said after a long sigh.

“I know. I can’t believe it either. I know women are crazy, but tricking you into getting her pregnant is beyond crazy.” I turned over so we were face to face, both lying on our pillows. 

“I’ve waited my whole life to find ‘the one’, marry her and then start a family. I’ve always used protection, even when they told me they were on birth control. I just…I just can’t believe this.”

“I truly believe things happen for a reason. I’m not sure of the reason for this just yet, but I know you will get through this. Children bring joy into your life and I know you will be an amazing father.”

“I just thought my life was starting to go the way I wanted it to go. Business is picking up, I don’t need to worry about money and…I think…I’ve finally found ‘the one’.”

I literally thought my heart had stopped beating as my brain processed the words he had just spoken. “Me?”

Brandon rose and sat crossed legged in the bed. “I know we have only been dating a few weeks, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’m not even sure how I made it through life before you.”

 I smiled and sat up, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him on the lips.  “Good.”

“But really, Baby, I need you to help me with this whole pregnancy thing. I have no clue what to do.”

“I don’t either, but we will figure it out together. When is her next doctor’s appointment?”

“She didn’t say. I didn’t ask. All she said was that she wanted me to pay for everything because she has no money to raise this baby since she quit her job.”

“Doesn’t she have medical insurance?”

“I don’t know for sure, but probably not since she’s still unemployed.”

“Huh…well, find out when her next appointment is and we will both go.”

“I love you, thank you.”

I grabbed my phone to plug it in to charge and noticed that Christy had texted back. Sighing, I read the text:

Christy: 
An incubator??? You fucking bitch! Brandon doesn’t love you! You have only been dating him a few weeks cunt.

Lovely.
 Ah, but she wasn’t even worth my time anymore. Brandon sent the text, I knew how he really felt and she was just jealous that he was with me now. I didn’t text back. Instead, I crawled into bed and snuggled up to my man.

*~*~*

The next day we arrived back in San Francisco in the late afternoon. Brandon dropped me off at home and then went to his place to handle some business and get his things to stay over at my house again while Ryan and I went out to dinner for my birthday.

“Oh my God, Spencer, it’s about time you got home!” Ryan said when I walked in the door.

“Um okay…I was only gone for the night, Ry.”

“I know, but I have something I’ve been dying to tell you…I mean, show you,” Ryan said excitedly as she stood up from the couch and started walking towards me.

“Okay?”

“Look!” Ryan stuck out her left hand and a diamond ring shimmered in the sun light coming in from the window.

“
Holy shit
, Max proposed?”

“Yep.” Ryan was smiling ear to ear. It seemed that breaking up with Max had turned out to be the best thing she could have done.  

“I’m so happy for you!” I gave Ryan a hug and then grasped her hand in mine, pulling it close to my face so I could check out the ring in more detail.