The Day to Remember (16 page)

I heard the relief in his voice, and I felt the same relief
melt away any remaining worries I had about whether there was still something between them.

“How did you find out?” he asked.

“Coincidentally, through Damian. He’s a bartender at a bar, and he remembered seeing Des there recently. She was drinking and said something about faking a pregnancy.”

“
Wow,” he said. For a moment, I saw a sadness in his eyes.

“Is she okay?” I asked, wondering what kind of state she must be in to tell Brandon the truth.

“I’m not sure, but I think so.”

Brandon smiled at me and asked, “So, does this mean we can finally be together again?” His tone was teasing.

“Do you really need to ask that question?” I giggled.

He smiled at me widely.
God, I forgot how much those dimples affected me.
He looked at me affectionately without saying a word.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing. It’s just so nice to hear you laugh,” he said. “I’ve really missed that.”

“I’ve really missed this,” I whispered as
I pulled him down towards me for another kiss, parting my lips and taking his tongue into my mouth. As our lips moved rhythmically together, he lifted me up from the ground and moved me towards his door.

As
we moved, the front of my trench coat shifted to the side, revealing my left breast. Brandon inhaled sharply and looked at me, his eyes were ablaze with lust. “You’re naked.” His voice was ragged, and I knew I wanted him now.

I gave him a seductive smile as I pulled his body closer against me, “Weren’t you the one who said that if I ever show up unannounced, you’d prefer me to be in a trench coat and nothing else?”

“There’s nothing under there?” he asked. “God, you’re driving me crazy,” he growled as he fumbled for his keys from his pocket.

I shook my head as the insatiable need for him overtook me. “No, I need you now.
”

“Let’s me get this door.” I can hear the hunger in his voice.

“Fuck the door,” I gasped. “We’re on the penthouse floor. You’re the only unit on this floor.”

Before he could respond,
I removed my trench coat, dropping it to the floor, and started grinding my naked body against him. He immediately gave in, and in a blink of an eye, he had me pinned against the wall, anchoring my hands together above my head with one hand. I gasped as his mouth circled the center of my breast, licking and flicking his tongue around my nipples. I curled my right leg around him and pulled him against me, feeling his erection dig into me through his jeans.

“God, Emma. You’re pushing me to the edge,” he groaned.

“Good,” I whispered. “Let me undress you,” I purred.

He released his stronghold on my hands. I pulled his body around, moving his back against the wall. I gave him a wicked smile and whispered, “My turn.”

As I unbuttoned his jeans, I leaned into him and kissed him violently, biting his lower lip and smoothing each bite with my tongue. I unzipped his jeans and my hands moved inside his boxers. I inhaled sharply when I found him. He was rock hard and ready. I looked at him and saw my frenzy reflected in the gleam in his eyes.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered as I pulled his jeans down, his erection sprung out from i
nside his boxers to greet me.

I traced the outline of his manhood lightly with my
fingertips, looking up at him to see his reactions. Without warning, I wrapped my hands around him and moved up and down his length, causing him to throw back his head in pleasure. As his eyes were closed, I took him into my mouth, catching him by surprise. His body spasm and he groaned in the throes of pleasure. He was soft, hard, and long. I looked up at him as my mouth slowly and laboriously explored the entire length of him. His eyes glowed and smoldered with pleasure. I knew he wanted me to go faster, but I didn’t. I wanted to tease him a little longer. I wanted him to want me more. I wanted him to come harder.

“
My God, you feel so fucking incredible.” His voice was strained as he jerked each time I reached the base of his erection. “I can’t hold on much longer,” he groaned.

I looked up at him and gave
him a sinful smile, “How would you like to come?”

“That’s easy,” he
said with a ragged voice as he pulled me up from the ground and pressed my body hard against his. “Inside you.”

We lowered ourselves on the lush carpeted floor and he climbed on top of me. I stopped him.

“No,” I resisted. “I want to be on top,” I purred. I wanted to be in control this time.

His eyes were filled with molten intensity as he laid on his back and looked up at me. I felt all the blood rushing down between my legs as I straddled him. A need built inside of me as I felt his manhood against my
wet, sensitive skin. His hands reached out and massaged with my breast, causing moans to escape my lips.

“
God, I could never get tired of this view,” he said as he admired my naked body on top of him. “Move for me, baby.”

I moved my hips against his erection in slow, long sweeping movements
, never allowing him to enter me.

“You’re such a tease,” h
e groaned as he moved his pelvis against me. A moan escaped my lips as I felt his erection hard against my inner thigh. My body throbbed in anticipation of him inside me.

Finally, I guided his entire length
deep inside me in one slow and hungry thrust. My back arched in pleasure as I felt my body expand for him.

“Fuck, Emma. You feel
incredible
. I can’t take this anymore,” he growled. I gasped when his hands griped tightly around my hips and he pounded upwards inside me. First slow, but with each thrust, he drove into me deeper and harder. My hips rocked against him as he moved me in time with his up-thrusts.

Then, before I registered what happened, he flipped me around and I was on my back.
“Let me take the reins, baby,” he growled. I arched my hips up against him, begging for him to move deeper inside me. He gave me a lust-filled smile as he pounded himself inside me, causing me to gasp with pleasure.

It didn’t take long before I felt my inner muscles tightened
around his hardness. “I’m about to come,” I gasped. I looked up at him and saw the raw hunger in his eyes. He pounded into me harder until I began to spasm. I dug my nails into his muscular back as he entered me one last time before he began to convulse inside me. As if in response to him, my body began to shake uncontrollably as I reached the peak of ecstasy, and as I screamed his name in pleasure, my whole body was consumed with ecstasy as we crash together into the abyss.

In the afterglow,
I sighed with contentment. I finally had Brandon in my arms and inside me, where he belonged.

As my breathing slowed
our rendezvous with ecstasy, I looked deviously at Brandon. “Let’s do it again,” I purred. “Maybe somewhere a little more comfortable ... and private this time.”

“Baby, you read my mind,”
he groaned. He got up and picked me up from the floor and carried me into his condo.

And for the rest of the day, we stayed in
his bed, and we made love.

Not once, not twice, but three earthshattering times.

Six Months Later

Brandon

“
Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Emma warily.

I quickly glanced from the road to her as I took her hand
and squeezed it reassuringly. “Stop worrying, babe. Of course I want to meet your mom. We’ve been dating for over six months now. You can’t hide me from her forever?” I joked.

“I’m know. Sorry, I’m just nervous. I’
ve never brought a guy home to see her before, and ...” Her voice trailed off.

“Emma, it’
ll be fine,” I reassured her. “I’m sure she’ll love me,” I teased.

She giggled nervously, “That’
s pretty cocky of you, Mr. Fisher.”

“Well, you know me,”
I played along, giving her a wink and a wide smile. “Women love me.”

She smacked my shoulder, “Hey!”

I chuckled, “Sorry, sorry. Low blow. You know I didn’t mean that,” I said apologetically. “I ... I know you’re nervous about this, and I just wanted to lighten things up. I—”

“I know,” she interrupted. “
I just want things to go well today.”

“And it will,”
I reassured her. I knew why Emma was nervous, and I was nervous too. From what I knew about Emma’s mom’s past, I had a feeling she didn’t put a great deal of trust with men. I needed her mom to like me and approve of my relationship with Emma. It was important to Emma, and it was important to me.

I wanted this weekend to go perfectly. It was Friday night after work a
nd we were going to Emma’s mom’s house in Sacramento for dinner. Tomorrow, we were heading up to Napa Valley for the rest of the weekend. We were staying at a villa my family owned, and I have been planning this special weekend for a while now. Because this weekend, I was going to ask Emma to marry me.

***

“The meal was absolutely delicious, Ms. Anderson,” I smiled warmly at Emma’s mom, whose eyes twinkled the way Emma’s did. “Now I know where Emma gets her amazing cooking talents.” I smiled over at Emma, who still looked a little nervous.

“Thanks, Brandon.
And please, I insist that you call me June,” she smiled at me. “I’m so glad you were able to come and visit.”

I looked at June and could tell wh
ere Emma got her features from.

“
Me too. Emma tells me how hard you’ve work to raise her, and it’s so great that Emma has an amazing mother like you.”

June smiled at me. “That’s very kind of you, Brandon. Emma told me you lost your mother at a young age. That must have been hard.”

I nodded.

“Well, I can tell just from our short time together that she did a wonderful job when she was still around
in raising you.”

“Thank you, that means a lot,”
I said, touched by her words.

“Mom, Brandon and I were talking and we’d
love for you to come to SF sometime for a visit.” Emma beamed at me.

“
It’s close enough for a day trip, but you can also stay for a weekend or a week. There’s plenty of things to do,” I chimed in.

“
And I’d love for you to see Brandon’s condo,” Emma said.

“
Our
condo,” I corrected, smiling at Emma. Emma moved in with me a month ago, and it’s been amazing having her around. I hadn’t realized what was missing from my home until she showed up. Now, my condo felt warm and inviting and homey—the way Emma makes me feel.

Emma blushed at my comment.

I turned to June. “You see, the agreement is, I take care of the mortgage and bills, and she takes care of everything food related. I’m not to be trusted in the kitchen. And between you and me, I think she has the much harder job.” I looked over at Emma and smiled.

June laughed.
“Well, that sounds lovely. I’ll look at my calendar and see if I can take off some time.” she smiled as she looked between Emma and me.

“Will you excuse me
?” Emma got up from her chair, “I’m going to the restroom.” We watched Emma walk down the hall.

I knew this was the time to ask her.

I turned to June. “June, I want to thank you for your hospitality.”

“Of course Brandon, you’re such a gentleman. Emma says so many great things about you.”

I smiled. “She says amazing things about you as well. Before she gets back, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I want to let you know that I love your daughter. Very much. She is my world. She makes me laugh and feel. She is an amazing person. I have a romance weekend planned for her this weekend. I want to know if I have your blessing to ask your daughter to marry me.”

“Oh! That’s wonderful
news. Of course! Brandon, I can tell you’re a genuine guy, and you adore Emma. I see the looks you two give each other, and I know you guys love each other very much. You of course have my blessing.” I saw the happiness in June’s eyes, and for a second, I saw a piece of Emma in her.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

A sense of relief washed over me at June’s words. I worried about this moment more than I had admitted to Emma. I wanted June’s approval because, like my own mother to me, June’s approval meant the world to Emma. I could not imagine asking Emma to marry me before getting her mother’s blessing.

***

Nerves shot through me as I thought over in my mind what I wanted to say to her. For the third time in the last ten minutes, I found myself unconsciously reaching over to the breast pocket of my blazer to make sure that small box was still there.

Then, I heard her approach from afar and a rush of excitement and anxiety flooded through me. I wanted everything to be perfect for her. I loved this woman with all my heart and soul, and today would be one of the memories we would cherish for the rest of our lives together.