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When we finally got together during college, I told her everything. That I had been in love with her since we were kids, but was afraid I was never good enough for her. Hell, I even admitted that I was so drunk, I was thinking about her, wishing it was her, calling her friend her name as I fucked her. It was a shit thing to do to that girl, but she was not exactly a saint.
We both stop talking about the past as our women approach. I reach up, pulling Paisley down by her waist, settling her on my lap. Bending her face into my neck, she nuzzles me, her skin warm and wet and smelling like sunshine and suntan lotion. I kiss her jaw, whisper my lips over hers, and then bring my lips to her ear.
“I love you,” I whisper, ignoring our friends as they coo and snuggle a few feet away.
“I love you,” she murmurs back, rubbing her nose against mine.
“I love when you get in the sun. Your freckles come out. Means I get to count them with my tongue later,” I tease her, tracing the ones on her thigh.
“You like my freckles?” she wonders, scrunching her cute nose up.
“Course I do, babe,” I grip her thigh, bending to kiss the freckles that mark the skin spilling out of her bikini top, “they are part of you, yes? I love them. Just like I love you,” I gush.
Paisley’s creamy skin flushes pink and I bite back a groan. She is stunning in the sunlight. Her tattoos pop beneath her bright white bikini, her red painted toenails are cute, and her long, wild hair is piled atop her head, a wet mess. God, she is perfection, and my chest gets tight as I gaze up at her. I love her so much I sometimes can’t breathe for how that love fills me up.
We cuddle together under the warm sun, her wet backside nestled against my hardening shaft. When she combs her short nails through my hair, whispering her lips over my temple, I shift my hips up, telling her to behave. Her little laugh just makes me harder, but she stops teasing me. I love her hands on me but there are children present so we need to be good.
After a little time in the sun, we decide to head in so Connor and I can get dinner started. We tell the ladies to go relax while we put together salad and some beautiful Wagyu steaks. He fires up the massive grill he has outside and grabs us some beers. When I know it is just the two of us, I pick up our conversation from earlier.
“Think the ring I been holding since college will do?” I ask him as I watch him set the steaks on the grill.
“Good question. You got to propose, don’t ever let her tell you different. I knew I was going to marry Hails the day I met her—but I still had to get down on a knee and ask her. Paisley deserves that too. And the big wedding if she wants it. Or hell, in a barn if she wants it. Whatever that girl wants, you give it to her. Do you want kids?”
“Yeah, I do,” I answer, smiling at him, “I was just thinking about that earlier. Man, seeing her with your kids, I want it more than I realized. I think...I know I made the wrong choices five years ago. I thought I was letting her go and sow her wild oats or whatever. I thought I could not be enough for her. But...no one can love her the way I love her. I know that now.”
“Thinking about closing up shop?” he wonders, sipping at his beer.
“Yeah, I am. I was thinking, actually,” I stammer, rubbing the back of my neck, “you think there is still a spot for me as your trainer?”
Connor blinks at me, tilting his head. He breaks into his famous smile—one that makes him plenty of money in endorsements—and nods his head. I let out a whoosh of breath because maybe, just maybe, we can both get the American dream. He swore we would get it together, but I didn’t buy into it the way he did—maybe because I knew I didn’t have the magic he does.
“Hell yeah, there is,” he says enthusiastically, “I asked you a few times to come on as my trainer. I would love to have you on my team, Bran. You know more about kinesiology and injury rehab than anyone I know. Let me talk to the coaching staff, I will get you on my team,” he swears, his eyes serious but his smile warm and bright.
“I want to,” I break off before I go on, “I want to be able to take care of her, Connor. I make a good living at the dealership, but I want to be able to give her anything. I want her to have a good life. I can’t do that.... I knew I could not do that running that dealership. Maybe if I had just taken a role with you then...” I trail off and shake my head, taking a long pull from my beer.
“Bran, brother, you got it wrong. You don’t need to give her anything. Paisley just wanted a life with you. Hails and I could have lived at the farm with my daddy, and we would be this happy. This is just,” he waves his arms out at his nice house with the big pool and the manicured lawns, “it’s just stuff. Just bonuses. Just extra. Having her, having my kids, that is all that matters. You got that part wrong, but you can get it right this time.”
Nodding, we both turn to the grill, lost in our thoughts. I know he is right. We were all middle class growing up, but Paisley had it better than we did. Her parents were professors and spoiled her because she was an only child. When we got together, I wanted to give her that same lifestyle. I knew I couldn’t or would struggle to, and I didn’t let her help me figure it out.
This time, I need to let her help me make the big decisions for us both.
We have a great dinner with our best friends, but I cut it short, wanting to get my woman home. I feel as if I grow needier for her every single day. Until I get a ring on her finger, I feel anxious. I want to propose to her as soon as possible, I want her to know I am serious this time. I can’t let her get away again. Or, if she does, this time, I will just chase her. I can’t be without her again.
“Why so quiet tonight, baby?” she wonders as we walk into the house, and I watch her ass sway side to side.
“Take your dress off,” I ground the words out, palming my stiff cock though my shorts.
“Bran, what...” she gasps, turning to see me watching her in the dark. Like that first night here, we don’t even get past the foyer.
“Take it off. I want you bare,” I say it again, my voice raw and low, “now. Don’t make me ask again,” I demand, unzipping my shorts and pulling my length out, my other hand pulling at the back of my shirt to tear it off.
Paisley blinks at me in the darkness but I know she will obey me. We like this game sometimes. Turning to face me, she unzips the dress at the back, holding on arm across her full breasts before she smirks and lets it drop. Her tits are bare because she rarely wears a bra, and just a tiny scrap of satin covers her sex. Our heavy breathes fill the quiet, as we stand gazing at one another.
“I love you,” I whisper softly, knowing she will hear it in the darkness, “going to fuck you like I don’t though. Sometimes...sometimes I need it this way, Paisley. Tell me you understand.”
Pulling her hair down from its messy topknot, she just nods. I let out a heavy breath, nodding too. Wrapping my hand around myself, I start to twist and work my hardness, working to keep control. I feel desperate for her this time around. I always wanted her, but this time, it feels like a need, like the air I breathe, or the blood in my veins. I can’t survive without her.
“Get on your knees,” I call, slowly walking towards her, “open your mouth, I want you to suck me down that pretty throat,” I grunt, my bare feet quiet on the marble as I go to stand in front of her.
