Page 44 of Brush Strokes


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Ezra: Congratulations! It’s been a long time coming, honestly. There’s a parking deck on the corner of 6thand Morrison. Meet me outside and we’ll walk in together.

Beth: Still not telling me what the surprise is?

Ezra: It wouldn’t be a surprise if I did. See you soon.

Beth: <3

I’m waiting for her when Beth emerges from the parking deck. She’s wearing a beautiful flowy white dress with black flowers that accentuate the dip in her waist, a part in the skirt flashing glimpses of leg as she walks.

It takes me several moments to be able to speak, because my tongue feels plastered to the top of my mouth just at the sight of her.

“You look stunning,” I say, my eyes soaking her in. Her smile is like sunshine parting the clouds on this gloomy day.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she says a little timidly as she walks forward to kiss me on the cheek. My arm snakes around her waist and pins her against me, kissing her deeply. She melts into me and all is right in the world.

“Congratulations on quitting your shit job,” I say, pulling a bottle of chilled champagne from behind my back. “You ready to celebrate?”

“You know what? I am. After I lost my shit and stormed out, I freaked out a little about what I’m going to do next. But I know I did the right thing, although hitting Bobby was probably not my finest moment.” She rambles a bit to herself. “Tomorrow I can start looking for a new job. Tonight, I just want to enjoy being with you.”

I’m gaping at her. “Yougave him that black eye?”

“You saw him? Oh my god, I'm sure they had some choice words about me. I’m sorry,” she says, covering her face momentarily, but then she drops her hands and lifts her chin. “Actually, no, I’m not. He deserved it.”

“You should have popped Cherith while you were at it,” I joke, but I’m really surprised about this turn of events. Beth isn’t a violent person, to the point where we witnessed her being berated and abused by her coworkers, and she just gritted her teeth and moved on. “What happened?” I ask, gesturing for us to start walking before the rain starts again.

“It’s a long story that starts with Cherith purposefully ruining the outfit I was wearing and ending with me nearly breaking my hand on my pervy boss’ face. Then I told them they could all burn in hell, grabbed my shit, and left.”

I stopped walking halfway through her talking.

“What do you mean by pervy?” I’m ready to march right back over there and give that asshole a lot more than a black eye.

Beth places her hand on my arm. “It’s fine. I took care of it. I’m a big girl and he’s a sad little man who has a wandering eye and can be a little over-friendly, which is why I think Cherith hates me so much.”

“We’ll put a pin in that, but just so you know, I’m going to fucking ruin him.”

She tries to hide the grin on her face.

“What you’re wearing now is beautiful, though. I really like this material on you.” I’m a little jealous of the way it clings to her perfect skin and curves.

“Thank you, it’s my favorite, but I haven’t worn it for a long, long time. I decided I wasn’t going to let that bitch steal my joy anymore, so I went home and changed.”

“Why would she ruin your outfit, anyway? Was it because you punched that pompous boyfriend of hers? I would have paid to see that, by the way.”

Beth laughs. “Something about the idea of me going on dates doesn’t sit well with her. Apparently fat people aren’t allowed to enjoy the company of beautiful people,” she says sarcastically, but I’m not a fan of the self-deprecating humor.

“You’re the most beautiful person I know, inside and out. But mostly outside, because,damnBeth,” I say, my eyes taking in the curve of her ass as I pull back to walk slightly behind her.

“Ezra!” she squeals, pushing my arm playfully as the skies open up again. I pull her under the nearest alcove and press her against the glass of the door, kissing her deeply. We get caught in the moment, our bodies pressed together, pouring two years of pure need into the hottest kiss of my life. Stooping low, I pull one of her thighs around me, pressing my hardened length against her.

She pulls away and says my name with a breathy moan. It spurs me on, and I’m grinding into her, caressing my hand underneath her dress, pulling her more tightly against my straining erection. My fingers slip beneath the bottom edge of her panties to grip her ass. My fingers sink into her flesh in the most delicious way, making my mind spin with unrestrained need. I feel like there’s a beast inside me, ready to unleash and devour her whole.

With the rain falling hard around us, and the covered windows, it feels like we’re in our own private little space, but there is the chance we could be seen. Truthfully, the only thing keeping me from fucking her against this wall is that I want our first time to be special.

“We’re going to get arrested,” she rasps, grinning against my lips.

I chuckle and straighten, allowing her to stand and fix her dress. “Yeah, I hear the owner of this place can be a real hard-ass.”

She gawks as I pull out a key and open the door to the empty space I just recently acquired.

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