Page 63 of Before We Were Us
With a quick goodbye to everyone and a promise that they will keep Ciara safe, I’m told they are leaving too. Jensen threads his fingers through mine, and together we walk through the club toward the exit.
“You didn’t drive?”
“No.” I step up to the curb and wave down a cab. “I’d already been drinking before coming here and knew I’d probably have more.”
With the cab pulling to a stop, I open the door and help Brynn inside. I give the cabbie my address and turn to Brynn noticing that she’s watching me. “I may have my house back but until Chrissy moves into her apartment she’s still there packing. After that there’s a lot that I’ll need to do before I move back in.”
“Do I want to know what those things are?” She bites her lip.
“Painting, cleaning, new furniture,” I shrug, “things.”
As we drive through the streets of Chicago, I watch her from the side. When I left my place earlier I figured I’d be returning alone. I’d convinced myself that Brynn and I, though we were good together, were over.
I’ve never been more glad to be wrong.
I lay on my back, Brynn’s head resting on my chest. She traces the tip of her finger over my shoulder and along my arm, then back up again. It has to be well past midnight, and I am exhausted from my day, but I don’t want to fall asleep.
The feeling of her naked body draped over mine, and the sweet sound of her breaths throughout my room, it was perfect.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper into the darkness and her finger pauses. “Not this, thought this is really damn good, but you,” I clarify. “Just being near you, knowing you're there.”
“Me too.” Her movements begin again, but this time she traces over my chest.
I close my eyes, focusing on nothing but the feel of her touch. I could do this right here forever and never get bored. Just the two of us, alone, no one and nothing to take our attention away from the other.
“What’s the significance behind this?” Brynn asks as she traces over my tattoo strategically placed over my heart.
“It’s my father's final heartbeat.” I keep my eyes closed and she continues to slide her fingertip over my pec. “The date is the day he passed. We all have it, Jenna and Naomi have theirs on their wrists. Myles on the inner part of his arm, and mine here.” I place my hand over hers.
She tips her chin up and I use it as an opportunity to kiss her.
“Do you have any plans two weeks from tomorrow?” It's a question out of the blue and I move back enough so I can see her face completely. She smiles and slowly opens her eyes as if she knows I’m watching her. “Curious if you’d like to be my plus one?”
“Plus one?”
“My brother’s wedding.” She begins tracing over my arm with her fingers once more and I wonder if it's a nervous thing. Like when her mind gets going she needs to do something with her hands. “Generally Taylor is my plus one, but I think she’d surrender that status. That’s if you’re free and of course if you’d even want to go.”
“The real question is, do you want me there, and will your brother be okay with it?”
“Why wouldn’t he be?”
“Well,” I shrug, “he did tell me to stay away from you.”
Brynn pushes her upper body up and off the mattress as she turns her body fully toward mine. “What do you mean he told you to stay away?”
Gone is our quiet time and frankly I’m not ready for it to be gone. I sit up too and quickly roll in her direction, pinning her beneath me. Her knees part and I position myself directly between her thighs.
“I’ll be your plus one,” I tell her, leaning in to press my lips to hers. When I do I shift hips forward and she gasps when she feels I’m growing hard. “Let’s not worry right now about the rest.”
She opens her mouth, I’m sure to argue or ask more about her brother, but I don’t give her the opportunity. Like I said before and I meant it, tonight is about us. We need this reconnection, we need this fresh new beginning.
With our kisses still lingering on our lips I shift my hips back, gliding over her and moaning deep when I’m met with wetness. I push forward, entering her just enough to tease and the sounds of her whimpering as I pull back, confirm I’ve managed to distract her.
Brynn’s fingernails bite into my sides, and I move forward again, as she does the same. Entering her deeper this time I don’t stop.
Seated deep she rotates her hips and I swear I almost lose it. She feels to fucking good.
I grip her hip, holding her in place so that I can gain some control. Her tongue pushes past my lips, and I take a few minutes to kiss her, mimicking with my tongue what I want to do with my cock. If I thought I could hold back I’d move but I want this to last.