‘What did he say to you?’
‘Nothing.’ He put a hand over hers to stop her from wiping his face.
‘Brandon,’ Leah said softly. ‘What’s the matter?’
He stood, pushing her away a little, to go to the sink where he cupped a handful of water and rinsed his mouth. He put both hands on the sink, his broad shoulders hunched, his head low. Leah had never seen him even close to broken before.
‘Brandon.’ She knew the tone of her voice would turn him, but she didn’t want him to bend to her just now. So when he gave her his profile, Leah went to him and pressed her face to his back, her arms around him, locked tight at his belt buckle.
‘He said you would never marry me.’
‘Oh, honey.’ She sighed against him and felt the rise and fall of his body as he did the same.
Leah stepped back and hooked a finger in his belt. She tugged as she stepped back again, and Brandon turned. He was a big man, and he took care of her, did everything she ever asked, and Leah had come to expect he always would.
But had she not been as forthright in proving the same to him?
‘I’ll get the groceries.’ Brandon’s fingers went to hers on his belt, gently prying her free.
Leah didn’t let him go. ‘No. We can get them later. It’s OK.’
‘But dinner –’
‘I had some toast. I’m fine.’
‘Baby,’ Brandon said, voice still hoarse. ‘If I don’t take the stuff out –’
‘No,’ Leah said again, more firmly this time. ‘You’re coming upstairs with me. Now.’
He sighed, broad shoulders lifting once more, and Leah softened her tone. ‘Please.’
Finally he looked at her, those big dark eyes more distant than she’d ever seen them. Then he let her take him by the hand and lead him upstairs. They didn’t speak, and that was fine.
In the bedroom, she stripped off his coat, loosened his tie, opened the buttons on his shirt. She’d been afraid to see more bruises, but Mike had apparently focused his attentions on Brandon’s beautiful face. She kissed him over his heart.
Leah tugged open his belt and heard the sweet intake of his breath, but she didn’t loosen it from the loops. She undid his zipper and pushed his trousers down and off. Then his briefs until he stood naked in front of her.
It wasn’t often that she knelt at his feet this way, but Leah didn’t mind. It was her turn to take care of him, now. She slid her hands up his calves, his thighs, around to cup his ass. She nuzzled at the coarse dark hairs of his legs.
His cock was already getting hard. When Leah licked his balls, his hand found the top of her head, his fingers twisting in her hair. They twitched, pulling, but Leah didn’t move. She used the flat of her tongue, then the point to stroke and tease at the soft flesh.
He breathed her name. She took him in her mouth, and he groaned. When she drew him in deeper, the head of his prick nudging at the back of her mouth, his fingers twisted harder, and Leah’s own groan eased out over her mouthful of cock.
She sucked him, stroked him, until the sound of his breathing changed and his knees shook a little, and then she pushed him back towards the bed and pushed a pillow beneath his head. She stripped for him, not too slowly.
Naked, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. At another time she might have shifted upwards to cover his face with her cunt, ridden his tongue until she burst into ecstasy. But not tonight. Now Leah bent over him, her mouth skimming his body in all the places she knew would please him the best.
Only once did he try to stop her, to urge her up over his mouth, but she shook her head and Brandon fell back on the pillows and let her have her way with him. Leah took her time, relishing every second of it.
She was so wet and ready for him by the time she slid up his body and pushed his delicious, thick cock inside her, there was no resistance. Only pleasure. Only exquisite delight.
It took more than this to make her come, but Leah didn’t ask Brandon to touch her. She touched herself, instead, intent on making sure he gave himself up to pleasure without having to worry about hers. Watching him, his eyes closed, brow furrowed, his gorgeous mouth thinned with his concentration, Leah found she barely needed a fingertip on her clit to push herself towards orgasm. All she needed was to watch him heading for his own.
They came within seconds of each other. It took her by surprise, the force of it. She always came with Brandon, often more than once, but this time the first surge of sensation was so fierce, so full, all she could do was ride it. Ride him. Grip his cock with her cunt, his body with her thighs. All she could do was let her head loll back and cry out his name.
In the minutes after, when she’d sunk onto the pillows beside him, both breathing hard, Leah turned to rest her head on Brandon’s shoulder. She put her palm on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow. He turned to kiss the top of her head.
‘I love you, Brandon.’
‘I love you too.’
Leah tipped her face to look at him. ‘And I intend to marry you. I said I would.’
He said nothing. Leah sat up to look down at him. She kissed his mouth.
‘Are you worried?’
He swallowed and shifted in the sheets. ‘No.’
If he’d ever lied to her, Leah didn’t know about it. She wasn’t offended, now. If Brandon had doubts, she couldn’t blame him, what with running away to Vegas and all
