Page 45 of Branson's Promise
Branson let out an indignant huff. “What would you prefer to read?”
Looking to the ceiling as though the answers were written across it, I pictured the books I’d devoured as a child, and later the books I dreamed about writing. “Something with a mystery, a theft or a suspicious death. Or maybe something so scary, you’ll be too weary to turn the page. That’s the type of book I’d have written if -”
My words cut off, suddenly realising what I’d said. Before I could correct myself though, Milo, cottoned on. Of course he did, he was quick, never missing anything either of us said.
“You would have written if? Do you write?” He asked, shuffling so he was sitting up in front of me, his legs crossed on the bed.
“Not anymore. It was a dream, a silly dream that was never meant to be mine,” I shrugged, hoping that they would let it rest, but I wasn’t so lucky. Branson sat up, mirroring Milo’s position.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m a Bennett, and Bennetts are born to take on the family business. I knew that from the moment I understood what work was. My future was always destined to be running this company, building these hotels. There was never any question about it, even if it’s not what I wanted.”
Branson rested his hand on my knee. “You don’t like what you do?” His voice was concerned, and it warmed my heart at how deeply he cared.
“No, I do. It’s just not what I would have chosen for myself, you know? If I had been born into a different family, a different life.”
“Would your parents not have understood if you told them how you felt?” Milo enquired, his fingers tracing lines up and down my outstretched leg.
Shaking my head, I answered, “Maybe. I don’t know. I never said anything so as far as they know, I was excited to follow in a long line of Bennett footsteps. It doesn’t matter now, I am where I am and this is the life I live. Not some fantasy one I fashioned up when I was ten.”
“I haven’t met your parents but from what you’ve told us, I know they love you and I think they’d just want you to be happy,” Branson said. “My dad always said that was the most important thing - to be happy.”
Smiling, I ran a hand down his stubbled cheekbones, then took his hand in mine, reaching for Milo’s with the other. “I am, kitten. You two make me happy. And the way I see it, the path I took in life led me to where I am right now, so I’d say it all worked out perfectly. Are you happy, Branson?”
His eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated my question. “You both make me really happy, but I don’t think my job does. No, scratch that, I know my job doesn’t, it feels like it’s draining the joy from me.”
Running my hand through his hair, I tugged lightly so he was looking at me. “Would you rather be doing something else?”
Branson was silent for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip before he spoke. “I want to teach. Specifically, I’d love to be a maths teacher, show kids how awesome numbers can be.”
His eyes lit up and an excitement I’d never seen when he talked about work bubbled out of him. All too soon that look faded as his brows furrowed and became pensive. “It’s a silly idea. I’d have to study again and juggling that with working to still support myself isn’t really feasible.”
Milo spoke, his words mirroring exactly what I was thinking. “It’s not a silly idea, I think you’d be really great at it and I have absolute faith that you’d make it work.”
“We’d support you whatever you decide to do, and if you try it and it’s not for you, that’s okay too,” I added before leaning in to kiss him, and he leaned forward meeting me halfway, pressing our lips together. The bed shifted as Milo changed his position so he was behind Branson, licking a stripe up the side of his neck and lifting his hoodie to run his palms along Branson’s chest.
Gripping Branson’s sides, I hauled him forward so he was straddling my waist and Milo followed, crowding Branson against me. We knew this was what he liked best, being between us while we kissed and touched him. He whimpered against my lips as my hand skated down into the gap between us, and I pressed down the front of his waistband, allowing his hard cock to pop out. All the while Milo continued to kiss his neck, getting rougher with his lips and teeth, and leaving red marks all along Branson’s throat and collarbone.
“So hard for us, are you feeling needy?” I stroked his cock, grazing my thumb over the tip and wiping up a bead of precum. I brought it to my lips, sticking my tongue out and making a show of licking the salty drop. Branson’s pupils dilated and he nodded, his voice raspy when he replied.
“Yes, fuck yes. Want you both so badly.”
“I need to taste you,” Milo said as he moved to the side, then slowly pulled Branson backwards, guiding him onto his back and settling next to him. I moved out from underneath him and stood to grab some lube from the side table, watching as Milo positioned himself between Branson’s legs.
Branson’s cock stood hard and flushed from beneath a nest of blonde hair. My dick twitched as Milo bent in, licking long, languid stripes from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the head and repeating the movement until Branson was begging for more.
“Please, please,” he said over and over again while Milo continued to tease his cock.
Joining them on the bed, opposite Milo, I urged Bran’s knees up, spreading his thighs wider. Then once my fingers were coated in lube, I slid them between his cheeks, finding his puckered hole and rubbing at the entrance.
Branson writhed on the sheets as Milo licked him and I fluttered a finger over his greedy hole. “Stop teasing me, please,” he all but cried and I pressed my smile to his thigh, while my finger speared into him, making him gasp. Milo sat up, watching as Branson moved his hips off the bed, then down again, fucking himself on the digit before I added another.
“Please Milo, suck me, please.” Taking hold of the back of Milo’s neck, I slammed my lips to his before pulling back.
“Give our boy what he needs,” I said, our lips brushing as I spoke.
Outside of the aroused state I was in, I could hear the faint ringing of a phone, but my attention was turned from it when Milo leaned down, engulfing Branson’s cock and taking him deep, all the way to the base.