Page 78 of Changing Lanes

Laying in Brannon’s arms later that night, I think of his marriage proposal. Without a doubt, not having a ring to show my parents’ wouldn’t be the first thing on my father’s mind. The simple fact of me accepting a proposal without his approval wouldn’t even be the first thing. Brannon O’Hurley would be the first.

Memories flood my mind as my tears come faster. I try to dry my face but it doesn’t help, I’ve lost all control. The thought of all the things we lost are too much to bear; I tremble and shake. Lost in my nightmare, I don’t even realize Brannon has me in his arms until he speaks.

“Shhhh, baby. It’s alright, you’re okay. I’m here, I’m right here with you.” I’m not sure if it’s his soothing tone or being in his arms that’s more comforting, but I slowly calm down. Now comes the questions. “Were you dreaming?”

“No.” I wipe my eyes and try to clear my throat. “Just thinking.”

He rolls me over, pulling me to his chest. “I promise you, we will find a way.”

Sniffling, I bury my nose in his neck. “I know, I do, but there’s still so much more you don’t know—that we don’t know—it scares me.”

He leans away, lifting my chin. “I agree, we have things to learn about each other. Ten years of living between us, but Torrie, none of it matters to me. Here and now, nothing else.”

“There are things…about me you need to know.” Who would ever have thought this would be so hard?

“There’s time,” he repeats the words I said to him when he was apprehensive in the beginning. “We have all the time in the world to learn new things about each other.”

Closing my eyes, I see it all play out again. Memories burned in my mind, forever. “But…there are things I need to tell you.”

“There’s time. Stop worrying, please,” he says.

I try to explain again, but as I open my mouth his finds mine. He eases himself over me as his lips graze my neck. His tender lips work their way down my neck, finding their way to the swell of my breast.

He raises, tugging my tank over my head. I run my hands over his chest and down his abs. Placing his lips over my nipple, he sucks it into his mouth. His warm tongue swirls over my hard tip, and I palm my other breast. Bucking from the bed when he takes my nipple between his teeth, sweeping the tip of his tongue over it.

Wetness pools in my panties as he presses the head of his shaft into me. He lays against my panties, sliding up and down as he thrusts. He switches his attention to my other nipple, showing it the same appreciation as the other.

He palms the other, kneading it as he licks and bites with his mouth. He covers my breast with his mouth as he rolls the other with his middle finger. His hard cock lay between my legs, bobbing up and down. His finger and thumb twist my hard tip as he bites down on the other.

Rising on his knees, he removes my panties. He leans over me, working his boxers down his thighs. I wrap my legs around him, helping him to remove his shorts with my feet, kicking from the bed. Brannon lays between my legs, covering my mouth with his. My legs hook around his waist, waiting for him to take me.

He enters me slowly until he’s sunk fully, stretching me with his girth. I’d bite my lip but his mouth still hasn’t left mine. He works slowly, sliding in and out of me. Making love to me with every fiber of his being. My hands find purchase in the back of his hair.

Adjusting on his elbows, he holds my face, his knees digging deeper in the mattress. I meet his every thrust as I pull his mouth back to mine. Unhurried, we pour our love into each other. Living in this moment, he and I.

As I begin to tighten around him, he drives deeper. Pulsating, I squeeze him, releasing only at his demand to pull. He pushes deep as I hit my release, moaning his name. Two more thrusts, his mouth covers mine again as he empties into me.

His forehead rests against mine as we fall back to earth. Sluggishly, I open my eyes to find his watching me. Feeling shy for some reason, I bite my lip as I glance to the side then back at him. He breaks the silence, stopping my heart.

“I love you.” He searches my eyes for understanding, I do.

“I love you,” I say in reply.

“I promise you, we’ll figure this out. No matter what it is you need or want, I’ll be by your side.” He kisses me tenderly. And without a doubt, I believe him.

We fall asleep, me, tucked tightly in Brannon’s arms. We try to be careful with Andi in the house as to how we dress for bed, until this morning. I feel something run feather light across my forehead, it tickles. I’m thinking it’s Brannon, but when I force one eye open, I spot the sweetest smile and beautiful hazel eyes. Her father’s eyes.

Andi’s sitting on the edge of the bed, moving pieces of my hair from my face. Opening both eyes, I lift my head to the scene before her. Brannon’s legs are tangled with mine, a sheet covering only his perfect ass and just my torso. It’s apparent we have no clothes on.

“Good morning,” she whispers.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Tucking the sheet around me, I shift around in the bed.

“We don’t have Sunday School this morning, I think Dad forgot.” She wrinkles her nose.

“Oh, well. I guess we need to get some breakfast, don’t we?” I ask because her belly growls. “Let’s not wake the others, we’ll surprise them.”

“Okay.” She scoots from the bed.