Unlikely Lovers

Chapter9

Just great, she's crying. How do I fix this? Brandon thought to himself. He climbed on the bed and gently stroked her hair and back. He seemed to be trying to comfort a scared animal rather than a human. He had avoided emotional entanglements because of his past. He didn't want to give anyone someone to use as leverage against him. He'd done it enough times to get someone to cooperate, and he refused to put someone in that position. He was more than strong enough to take care of things on his own. He liked how soft her hair felt.

After crying for a little while, Cait realized a large hand was stroking her back and her hair. He was also saying things like 'Let it out, you're okay. and I'm here. When she felt like she might laugh at how awkward this was, he leaned in and said," Is this as awkward for you as it is for me?"

"Yeah, that isn't your strong suit. Your brother wasn't good at it either." She told him.

"I'm sorry he didn't know how to comfort you either."

"He had his positives. Besides, I never thought anyone as hot as him would have given me a chance. I think I kind of pushed him into a relationship with me and then I just became a comfort."

"Did he tell you that in the letter?"

"No, he asked for my forgiveness for the mess he left me and to tell his daughter about him. Which is confusing, since I didn't even know about the baby at the time."

"Maybe he'd hoped you guys would be married and have kids before he passed."

"I guess. Can you let me up? The baby says bathroom time." Brandon had somehow turned them so she was lying in his arms while they talked, but he had still been stroking her.

"Oh! I'm sorry." He said, blushing. Brandon moved away awkwardly to allow her to get up. Something about her being in his arms had felt right.

While she was busy in the bathroom, he grabbed her suitcase and began to pack her things up. The door was broken, and he wouldn't let her stay in this room anyway. The goons had already figured out that she didn't have any valuables, but that didn't mean a different thug might not try their luck.

"What are you doing?"Cait asked coming out of the bathroom.

"Getting your things together to move them to my room."

"I'll just ask the clerk to move me"

"Hate to tell ya, darling, I got the last room."

"Fine, I get the bed." Feeling like she could get one victory in this mess.

"As you should." He didn't let her know he was in a double.

"So do you want a shower first?"Now that the adrenaline had calmed down, the cut on his arm was starting to hurt.

"No, I'll take one in the morning. You go ahead and get that cut taken care of." After getting out of the shower, Brandon changed into a pair of basketball shorts and got a sewing kit out of his bag. The cut wasn't as deep as it originally looked, and he just put some antiseptic cream and gauze over it.

"Did you pick something to watch?"

"I'm too tired for TV, but if you want it on power to you."

"You'll thank me."

As they got comfy for the evening, the room next door got back from their day, and then all they heard was loud s*x sounds. Thankfully, the action film Brandon had picked was creating a buffer from the noises. The people in the neighboring room sounded like they wanted to have an audience, even an unwilling one. The neighbors next to them could be heard banging on the wall to quiet down. That just made them louder.

"You could have warned me we would get our own porn show."

"And ruin the look on your face. How about we make it more interesting?'

"Don't you dare suggest we join them."

"Uh, didn't think that was an option, but good to know how kinky the mom of my niece or nephew is. No, I was thinking a wager, like I bet they go at least 7 times tonight."

"Wow, you are giving him a lot of credit. Hmm, how about a total of 3? What does the winner get?"

"Winner gets something to be determined later?" Brandon didn't know what he wanted if he won.

"Hmm, if I win, I want to drive back, ALONE." They shook hands on it, and both felt a slight jolt.

The rounds of lovemaking continued well into the early hours of the morning. The count was up to 4 by the time they passed out. Around 7, they woke up with round 5 starting. Frustrated and tired from hearing s*x sounds all night, Cait heads to the shower to start her day. Brandon didn't hear the shower over the neighboring room and headed to the shower. Cait's screech at him had him fully awake and apologizing. Brandon was dressed by the time she got out of the shower. Being a gentleman, he let her pick what restaurant they had breakfast at. After they ate, they went back to the hotel to settle the room bills and damages. Brandon rented a tow dolly to haul his bike back with them. Cait complained about the money he was spending just to ride back home with her. While on the way back, Brandon convinced Cait to patch things up with Tyler. Since he honestly was trying to do things in her best interest. Tyler was also excited to learn about the baby. Cait fell asleep for the last two hours of the trip.

"Hey, we're here." Brandon gently shakes her.

"Oh, sorry didn't mean to fall asleep." She felt groggy after her nap.

"You need your rest. Have you checked your blood sugar today?"

"I'm pregnant, not invalid." She hated people doting on her. Relying on others had always led her to be disappointed.

"I'm going to keep checking on you constantly." Brandon smiled at her.

"Why are you so chipper?"

"Because it annoys you so." He laughs.

"You won't laugh when you see how much stuff you have to box." She laughed at his crestfallen face.