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Chapter 9

Audrey

“Damn, you’re so wet.” His voice husky. He runs his fingers along entrance, drenching his fingers in my wetness. He curses under his breath. He slides his index finger inside. “Yes. More.” He adds another finger. “Faster, harder.” He picks up the pace, pumping deeper. “Oh God.” I whisper. I rub my c**t in tight knit circles and moan his name, lost in a haze of pleasure. Brandon’s mere presence in my imagination adds to the intensity as I near orgasm. I let out a silent, breathless cry as a wave of bliss tumbles over me.

I’ve fantasized about him two nights in a row, but this time I was a little loud. I’m still catching my breath when I hear a door close. Ethan prefers his door a quarter way open, so it was definitely Brandon’s. Oh. My. God. Even if he happened to have walked up to my door, what are the chances it’d happen to be at the exact moment I said his name? It’s likely he didn’t even approach the door. He probably saw the light off and figured I was already asleep. And he’s respectful, he’d walk away immediately if he did happen to realize. Which is still rather humiliating. I internally groan with my hands over my face. I toss and turn, telling myself that I’m probably freaking myself out over nothing.

But in the days following, I can feel eyes on me constantly. And when my eyes meet his, he makes no effort to hide it. Every time our eyes lock, the there’s a hot, electric tension in the air. I have to find a way to consume my lust for him. My only sister died and I want to jump her husband’s bones.

It’s Saturday, so Brandon takes us out for lunch at the beach. It’s sunny and warm, with an ocean breeze. He takes us to a cute restaurant overlooking the water. I catch the hostess perk up at the sight of Brandon. I can’t necessarily blame her, he is stunningly handsome and his presence alone commands attention. I almost roll my eyes when she flutters her lashes and brazenly flirts with him. The way she obnoxiously leans up in an effort to show off her cleavage makes her look stupid. I ignore the slight pang of jealousy I feel when he smiles back politely, and I’m slightly relieved when we’re finally seated at our table. Conversation flows easily, with Ethan engaging enthusiastically. My phone begins to buzz with a call and after glancing at the caller ID, I quickly decline. It starts up again, and I ignore the call once more and turn off my phone. “Is it that sleaze bag, Alex?”

“I’m pretty sure it is, yeah.”

“You deserve way better than that fucker.” His voice is low, evident disdain in his tone.

“I know. I just thought he really loved me at one point, you know? Now I’m not so sure he ever did. I just want a man who truly loves me for me. Not what I have.”

“Hey. You’re amazing. True love isn’t always in the cards for people like us. But if there’s anyone who can make someone fall in love, even in an arranged marriage, it’s you.” His praise makes my heart flutter. That’s when Ethan decides to add his own thoughts.

“Yeah, Auntie Audrey, any guy is gonna be so lucky to have you. I’ll beat him up when I’m bigger if he’s mean to you.” I laugh at how casually he said that.

“Aw thanks buddy. I love you so much. Give me a hug.” I reach for him affectionately and his little arms wrap around me. “I think my parents are hoping to arrange me to Max Gardner.” I sigh. Brandon’s head snaps up with, his expression curious. “Really?”

“I know my parents are happy Alex and I are done. They would mention Max from time to time, even before the break-up. I accepted my fate a long time ago, but now that I know it’s approaching, I’m getting nervous.” I laugh humorlessly.

“Do you like Max?”

“No. At least not yet, but maybe I will eventually. I don’t know him very well. I know he’s handsome and all, but he could be a cheater like Alex, for all I know. Or cruel. I wasn’t as fortunate as Taylor was- I just meant we all knew beforehand that you were a good man and that she was in good hands.” I know I’m blushing.

“I know what you meant. I’m flattered. Thank you.” He says with a heart-stopping grin.

“Your future husband is one lucky guy.” But he won’t be you. His eyes study me before he looks away. After we finish our meal, we decide to walk along the beach, soaking in the view. The ocean breeze and sound of the waves crashing feeling so serene. Each holding one of Ethan’s hands, Brandon and I swing him as we trudge through the sand, and we can’t help but join him in his laughter.

After arriving home and eventually tucking Ethan into bed, I decide to fix myself up a tea. I enter the kitchen and miss Brandon’s figure perched on the stool. “Oh. You startled me.” I laugh breathlessly with my hand on my chest.

“I heard you moan my name the other night.” His tone serious. My heart stops as I process what he just said and mortification sets in. I consider denying it, or crying and apologizing. Before I can respond, he speaks again. “I’ve been fantasizing about you too. Every night since you got here actually.. I can’t forget the sound of you crying out my name. I keep picturing how you must have looked, f*****g yourself while thinking of me.” My breath hitches at his dirty words, causing fiery need to pulse through my blood. He walks toward me, hot lust pooling under my skin. I swallow with anticipation. He dips his head and takes my mouth in a carnal and possessive kiss. I respond with an opening mouth and welcoming tongue. I thread my fingers into his hair. I’ve never been so aroused by a simple kiss. He lifts me effortlessly and places me onto the counter. His hands caress my body tenderly, cupping and kneading my breasts. He circles my n*****s with him thumbs, rubbing them into hardened little nubs before placing tender kisses along my neck and shoulder. His right hand glides upwards along my thigh and underneath the hem of my nightdress, making my breath hitch. His eyes meet mine, seeking permission, and I nod eagerly. I feel like I could die if he doesn’t touch me. “Please. Touch me.” He rubs his fingers over the panel of my lace panty, before sliding them down my ankles, and off completely. His fingers return to my achy, needy core. He groans at my evident arousal, gliding his fingers along my slit.

“Fuckk baby.. You’re so wet for me.” His voice low and husky. Torturously slow, he pumps a finger into me. He kisses me again and I relish the feel of his lips against mine. The kiss turns crazed, as our tongues explore each other’s mouths. “Yes. More.” I whisper into his mouth, our breaths mingling. He adds another finger and gradually picks up pace. I tremble when he wiggles the ends of his fingers in a “come hither” motion. I dig my nails into his shoulders and rock my hips wantonly, lost in a haze of pure bliss. I whimper and press my hand over my mouth, in an effort to keep quiet. I feel like I’m soaring, never having experienced this much pleasure from simply being fingered. I can’t tell whether it’s because he knows what he’s doing, or because it’s Brandon.

“Come for me, baby.” He murmurs against my neck, and then sucks at it gently. My body goes taut and I moan into my hand, as an explosion of ecstasy wracks my body.