When It Rains
Authors: Glenna Maynard
When It Rains
Glenna Maynard
When it Rains
Glenna Maynard © 2016
This is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, business, establishments, locals or events is entirely coincidental. Any reference to real events, business, organizations or locals is intended only to give the fiction a sense of realism and authenticity. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author.
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Contents
To believers of fate, lovers of serendipity. Everything happens for a reason.
To my Rebel Roses, Andrea, Caro, Chelle, and Michelle.
Thank you so much for all of your input. Without you, this story wouldn’t be what it is.
To my family, I love you more than you know. Thank you for always believing in me.
To my besties, you know who you are, I love you!
When it rains, all we need is each other.
We don’t have to think, or talk about anything at all.
When I’m with him, time seems to stand still.
I shouldn’t want to be with him, but fate is plotting against me.
He’s my deceased boyfriend’s brother.
A man hardened by the war he fought in.
I have battles of my own to wager, but he won’t let me face them alone.
The only things standing between us are my broken heart and his loyalty to his brother.
“Babe, I’m gonna be late,” I protest as my girlfriend begs me to come back to bed.
Cassie went to pull the car around ten minutes ago. She will be knocking down the door, again, if I don’t get a move on. I lean down to kiss my love goodbye.
“Please Joey, give me five minutes and you won’t care.” Audrey sucks on my earlobe knowing I can’t resist. I’ve never been able to tell her no.
“If you want me to take you to that new sushi restaurant this weekend. I have to go to this meeting,” I tell her, trying to make her see reason.
She flops back against the feather filled pillows she insisted we just
had to have
, kicking her long slender legs in the air, puffing up like a blowfish, puckering her precious lips into a puppy dog pout. “Fine,” she growls in defeat as I go in for that goodbye kiss. “But just think of this on your lips all day.” She takes her finger and runs it over her clit before rubbing it against my lips.
“Audrey,” I warn with a smile.
She pops up resting on her elbows. “I love you Joey and my pussy does too.”
“I love you most Audrey, your pussy too, but I have to go.”
“Go on and leave me here to play with myself, since you won’t do it,” she teases, throwing her head back. Her dark hair puddles on the pillow behind her.
“Baby,” I say, wavering between joining her or leaving.
“No, it’s okay,” she lies, looking away from me.
“I’ll see you for dinner,” I affirm and go over to the dresser. Straightening my tie, I watch my sexy as sin girlfriend’s reflection in the mirror.
She begins rubbing her fingers over her bare pussy lips, with her head still thrown back, as if I’m already gone. She knows how to play me. I watch as she touches herself, her pretty pussy is glistening with her slick heat. Her lips are screwed into a perfect pout as she starts to pant.
I swallow hard as she pushes her shirt up and teases at her dusty pink nipples. Really getting into her performance, she moans, squeezing her knees together, smashing her hand between her thighs, and blocking my view.
She catches my eye in the mirror and smirks knowing she has me.
Her thick lips part, and she licks her bottom lip before sinking her teeth into her skin.
“
Fuck it
,” I growl at her reflection. I have to have her, even if it is just for five minutes. I cross the small room swiftly, in three short strides. I loosen my newly straightened tie and run my hand up her t-shirt. Well technically, it’s my Guns and Roses t-shirt, but Audrey loves sleeping in it. I’ve had it since college. I’ve had that shirt longer than I’ve been with Audrey.
She’s my sister’s best friend. We met when Cassie was going through one of her many phases. She is always into something new. One week she was all about organic living, and the next she was all about some fancy leggings. The week they met she was into karaoke. It’s because of Cassie and Audrey that we started the bar. When our grandfather died he left Cassie, our brother Cameron, and me four hundred thousand dollars. The only catch was we had to invest it in a business. Audrey talked us into buying the hole in the wall she was working in. It needed a lot of improvements. We had our work cut out for us, but we were able to move into the three apartments upstairs to save on money. Eventually, the little changes we made to spruce up the bar started to pay off.
Cameron was already enlisted in the Army and overseas when grandpa had passed away. He left it to me and Cass to invest and give him his cut of the business. His apartment sits empty, waiting for him, he’s scheduled to be discharged in a few months and I can’t fucking wait. I’ve missed the shit out of him. I can’t wait for him to see what we’ve done with the place. I want to surprise him with the deal I’ve got in the works.
He calls when he can or emails. I can’t wait to show off Audrey to him. But more than that I want him to have something to come home to that he can be proud of.
This meeting I’m heading to could change everything. I’ve spent the past year building our business,
Carwell’s Bar & Grill
, with Audrey by my side. Cassie was approached by an investor who wants to open a second bar in Legacy. He thinks we could become a franchise. This guy has big plans. Plans that could secure the life I want to give Audrey.
“Oh baby,” she coos against my mouth. Her lips are so warm and inviting, tasting of honey and vanilla lip balm. She never goes a moment without wearing it, it’s her thing. She tugs my bottom lip between her teeth, nipping me, as I palm her breast.
“
Fuck
, you make me so damn hard.” My dick is growing harder, needing to be inside her. She is like sexual napalm.
“I love it when you talk dirty Joey,” she says shoving my pants and boxer briefs down.
Audrey is the only person who calls me Joey. I am just Joe to most, named after my father, Big Joe. However, when I met Audrey, she decided that I was her Joey. She was looking all cute in her black tube top, dark-denim mini skirt, and cowgirl boots.
I kept asking for her number and she kept telling me no. She said, if we were meant to see each other we’d cross paths again. There was no way I could leave it to fate, I just knew she was the one. There was a spark between us, an instant attraction, but I felt as if I had known her my whole life, she was so easy to talk to. It was more than flirtation and insta-lust.
“At least tell me your last name,” I yelled in her ear over the loud music and she giggled, looking so damn sexy. The girl caught me completely off guard. I wasn’t used to women dropping at my feet, but I had never had to work so hard just to get a girl to talk to me.
Every word she spoke was a challenge I had to complete to get to know her. I’ve never met another soul as wild, free, and pure as hers.
She took my beer from my hands and downed it, before pulling me to the stage to sing a duet with her.
“I don’t sing and I can’t dance,” I confessed.
“Oh Joey, I have the perfect song. If you make me proud, I’ll tell you my last name.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” I groaned rubbing my hands over my face. I waited anxiously on the side of the stage as curious eyes stared at me from the audience.
Audrey smiled at me eagerly as Genesis, I Can’t Dance, played.
Awkwardly, I joined her for the song. She bumped and grinded against me, making me forget anyone was watching. It felt as if it were just the two of us in the room.
Needless to say, she was impressed with my effort, earning me her last name, and I later bargained for her number with a second performance.
“Give it to me, fuck me, baby,” she whispers against my neck as I enter her. I slam into her greedily as she bucks her hips, urging me to go deeper.
Her body moves in sync with mine. We have been together for two years and I still can’t get my fill of making love to this woman. I can’t wait to see her stomach swollen with my child someday, sooner rather than later, I hope. I can’t wait to put a ring on her finger. I’d ask her right now if I had the time.
My cellphone buzzes on the nightstand.
“Ignore it,” Audrey whines, but I know I can’t. This morning is too important.
Stretching, I reach for the phone, knocking it to the floor.
“Harder,” Audrey pants. “Oh yes! Like that right there. Now faster, baby.”
“Ew, God, just stop, no, just no,” I hear my sister say through the speaker of my cellphone that is lying on the floor.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Hang up right now if you value our friendship!” Audrey growls. “I need him for five more minutes.”
“Shut it Audrey. Joe, you get your body parts away from my friend and get down here now!” She hangs up and I pull away from Audrey.
“Sorry, honey. She killed my mojo. I’ll make it up to you.”
“You owe me.”
I kiss her once more, savoring her taste. “I owe you,” I agree.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, I am on my way with thoughts of Audrey lingering in my mind.
She is my everything.
I want to give her the world.
I am thinking back on the day I asked her to move in with me. It was unexpected and I couldn’t believe she said yes, to living together. She was about to leave to move back home to her family in Kentucky. Things weren’t going the way she had hoped. Audrey couldn’t find a decent job to support her while the bar was shut down for renovations.
All I knew was I didn’t want her to get on that plane. I knew I had to act fast. If she got on that plane, I knew it would be the end of us. So I put myself out there scared to death she would say no, that it was too much too soon.
“Audrey if you get on that plane, I might die. I love you and I really want you to stay with me. Be with me, forever.”
“What are you saying Joey?”
“I’m saying come home with me, let me take care of you, let me love you Audrey.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pecked my lips. “You mean it. You really want me to stay?” Her face was masked with a hopeful smile to hide her fear, but I knew she was just as scared as I was, the trembling of her hands and fast beat of her heart gave her away.
“The rest of my life, I want every day to be with you.”
“Oh Joey, I’m going to make you so happy baby.”
We’ve been together every day since. Audrey wasn’t the settling down type when we started dating. She has never been career driven. Always just taking whatever job came her way. She was like a tumbleweed blowing in the desert, thirsty and with no idea of where she was headed. She still doesn’t know, but
God
do I
love
her.
She spends most of her time helping Cass and me with the bar. She doesn’t give herself enough credit. She has amazing ideas when it comes to attracting new customers, if it weren’t for her we wouldn’t have taken off like we have. The woman, my woman, is a marketing genius. She doesn’t see herself the way the rest of the world does. Audrey is smart, beautiful, and talented, but she is so not an early riser. I know I will need to call her in an hour to make sure she helps Lewis open. If I know my girl at all, I know she has already fallen back asleep.
Cassie reaches me a coffee as I scoot into my seat and buckle my seatbelt.
“I really could have gone without hearing you diddling Audrey,” she says scrunching up her nose as she pulls onto the street.
“Well thanks to you there wasn’t much diddling.” I grin.
“You are so lucky you are holding hot coffee.” She shakes her head, mirroring our mother. Her forehead crinkles in the middle exactly like Ma’s does when she is lecturing me about my lifestyle choices.
Our mother was none too pleased when she found out Audrey moved in with me over the bar. She is very old school when it comes to marriage, and she isn’t Audrey’s biggest fan.
“That girl isn’t right for you. She doesn’t have a real job and lives off you Joe. When are you going to stop messing around and settle down with a good girl that will give me grand-babies,” she said when I asked her for grandma Mundie’s engagement ring. “Stop thinking with Lil’ Joe and find a good girl to marry. I like Audrey but you aren’t meant to be.”
“I know you and Audrey don’t get along Ma, but she’s the one. I love Audrey. You can either accept it or not, but she makes me happy. If you can’t support my love for Audrey, then you don’t love me as much as you say you do.” I looked her dead in the eyes when I said it and then I left
. We haven’t spoken much since. I haven’t popped the question yet, I was hoping Ma would come around and offer her support, but she hasn’t. That was six weeks ago. She just doesn’t like Audrey because she walked in on us having sex last year at Christmas.
My Ma has this thing for family traditions and she makes a big deal out of holidays, Christmas being the main one she goes gaga over. She goes all out with the food and decorations. Every year she insists that Cass, Cam, and me come home and spend both days with her. Last year I brought Audrey. I told Ma we come as a package. She wasn’t happy, but conceded, saying Audrey could sleep in my old room, while I could sleep in Cam’s room, since he was overseas and unable to come home.
I crept up the stairs in the middle of the night for just a kiss, but it didn’t end there. One kiss turned into burying myself balls deep in Audrey. I guess my old bed squeaked louder than I remembered, and Ma and her rabbit ears heard us, bursting in the room. I don’t think she was prepared for seeing my bare ass with the balls of Audrey's’ feet digging in my cheeks.
“Hey, lover boy.” Cassie snaps her fingers in my face. “I’ve asked you like five questions.”
“Sorry, just nervous about everything. Today is a big day in many ways.”
She eyes me suspiciously, trying to read me.
“You’re hiding something from me. Spill it Joe,” my sister demands. She might be Cameron’s twin but we share a close bond. Growing up everyone thought we were triplets. Ma got pregnant with Cass and Cam when I was around nine months old. So in a lot of ways we were a trio.
“Not a word to Audrey, but tonight over dinner, I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
“Shut up!” She smacks my chest with a wide grin. “I’m so happy for you Joe. Audrey though, you think she is ready for it. I mean don’t get me wrong...I love her dearly, but that’s a big commitment.”