I lightly slapped her on the ass. She loved it. I didn’t do it hard and I never left a mark. I would never physically hurt her, even if it was for play.
“Now go back across the room and take off your bra, slowly,” I commanded.
She leaned over and lightly licked my lips with her tongue before strutting across the room like I asked. Her back was turned as she unhooked her bra and slowly took down the straps as she turned to me and winked, letting it fall to the floor. I could no longer wait. I wanted her now.
“Get over here.” I smiled.
She took her hands and grabbed her br**sts as she walked sensually over to the bed. She climbed on it and crawled up to me with a sexy smile on her face.
“That’s my girl,” I said as I grinned at her.
She rubbed my hard c**k through the fabric of the sheet. “Now, where was I earlier?”
I looked at her and took in a deep breath as she pulled the sheet back and wrapped her mouth around my cock. She had me coming in no time and she had me feeling oh-so-good. My hands fisted her hair while her head moved up and down. I always let her know when I was about to come so she could decide how she wanted to handle it. This time, she surprised me and didn’t pull out. Jesus Christ, she was f**king hot, and I couldn’t believe she had just swallowed. I reached over and pulled her up to me as my mouth crashed into hers.
“I love you so much,” I said as I paused and broke the kiss.
“I love you too.” She smiled.
“I want you to lie back and let me pleasure you, sweetheart. I want to make you come all over this bed.”
And that was exactly what I did. I brought her to two orgasms before completely devouring her with my cock.
Chapter 6
Rory
After our morning run, Ian and I showered and he got ready to go to the office. We walked down to the kitchen, where Charles had omelets waiting for us. I said good morning to Charles as he poured coffee for Ian and me.
“Where are the blueberry muffins?” Ian asked.
“I’m sorry, Ian, but there are no muffins today.”
The look on Ian’s face was priceless. This was a change for him and it didn’t look like he was going to handle it well.
“You’re kidding, right? That’s really not funny, Charles.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but the blueberries I bought yesterday had a funny taste to them and I didn’t feel comfortable using them.”
I walked over to Ian and grabbed his hand. “Come on, love; it’s okay. You’re going to be okay. You don’t need a blueberry muffin every morning.”
“Sweetheart, yes I do.”
Just as he was whining, Mandy walked in with a brown bag and set it on the counter. “I picked up some blueberry muffins on my way over. Charles said he couldn’t make them today.”
Ian smiled as he walked over and opened up the bag. The air instantly filled with the aroma of fresh blueberry muffins.
“Mandy, you’re the best.” He smiled at her. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Braxton.”
I gave Ian a look as I shook my head. “What?” he asked.
“You’re spoiled.”
“You still love me, though.” He smiled as he bit into the muffin.
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my coffee. I cut into the omelet that Charles made and Ian sat down next to me.
“I wish I could go with you to see Stephen, but I have so much work to do.”
“That’s okay.” I smiled. “I can’t wait to see him. It feels like it’s been forever.”
“Are you going to talk to him about your father?”
Speaking of fathers, Richard breezed into the kitchen.
“Welcome home, son,” he said as he patted Ian on the back.
Richard glanced over at me. “Hey,” he said.
I responded by holding up my coffee cup with a smile. Ian looked at me and mouthed, “Be nice.”
It irked me to no end how he was always telling me to be nice, but I never heard him say that to Richard.
Richard poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with us. “How was Paris?” he asked Ian.
“Paris was great. Why don’t you ask Rory about it?”
“No need, Richard. Paris was wonderful. Ian and I had the best time and now we’re back home and everything is perfect.”
He looked at me and tried to crack a smile, but he failed miserably. I leaned over and kissed Ian on the lips before I got up from my chair. “I’m going to go get ready and then I’m leaving.”
“Oh, no need to leave on my account,” Richard said.
“Trust me, Richard, I’m not. I’m going to visit my crazy brother in the looney bin.” I smiled.
“Rory,” Ian said.
“I love you, honey. I’ll see you later,” I said to him as I walked out of the kitchen.
That man was still an ass**le. I had an ounce of hope that when Ian told him that he was in love with me, his attitude towards me would be different. I was wrong. He’d always be an ass**le.
****
I walked through the double doors of Hudson Rock, signed in, and headed straight to the visitors’ room. As I walked in, Stephen looked up from his book and smiled. He stood up and I ran over to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
“I missed you so much, Stephen,” I said as a tear fell from my eye.
“Rory. You look beautiful. I missed you too.”
He led me outside to the courtyard, where we always had our visits. We took a seat at our usual little table under a tree.
“You look amazing, Rory. I can tell you’re really happy.”
“I am, Stephen. You look great. How is it going here?” I asked as I held his hands.
“Things are okay. Therapy is going good. My meds seem to be working, and I’ve made some new friends. The doctor said that maybe I could get out of here one day if I keep showing signs of improvement.”
“Good. That’s what I want to hear.” I smiled.
“How are things with Ian?”
“Things are really good. In fact, things are perfect.” I smiled as I gently squeezed his hands.
“He’s a good guy, Rory. You’re lucky to have him. He came here and talked to me before he left for Paris.”
“I know. He told me all about your visit. There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but then all that stuff happened with Ian and I left for Paris—”
“What is it, Rory?”
“Remember when I went back to Indiana to put closure on the past right before Thanksgiving?”