Every Time (Brush of Love 3)

“Bryan. Oh, Bryan. This feels so...”

“Good?” I asked.

Her pants came in short spurts while I kept a steady rhythm. I soaked my thickness in her silken arousal while I watched my body dive in and out of hers. I was obsessed with the way she molded to me, the way I stretched her, and the way her body made me grow thicker than I’d ever thought possible. She was moaning and panting, her nails raking at the bedsheets while I rendered her body immobile. But then another position popped into my head. One that had distracted me from my work time and time again in the office. I threaded my arms around her back and picked her up as her leg slid down from my shoulder. I laid down on the bed and turned her around, my eyes staring at her wonderful ass while her knees straddled my hips. She sank down onto me, her body shaking while my hands slid up and down the relaxed muscles of her back, and the moment Ibottomed out into her she leaned forward and put her hands on my knees. “Oh, my gosh,” she breathed. “This ... oh, Bryan.” “Move however you want. Chase what you need from me.” I saw her tense up for a second before she began to swirl her hips in my lap. Her ass bounced for me while my thickness grew between her legs. I could feel her walls clamping down around me, her hips undulated before she started bouncing up and down. The way her entire body shook for me rose up a carnal animal inside of me I’d never experienced before. Watching her sweat with effort and listening to the moans dripping from her lips was too much, and soon, I was grasping onto her ass while thrusting up into her body. Islammed into her repeatedly, watching her head tipped back in pleasure while she coated me in her glistening arousal. I could feel her juices dripping down my balls and falling to the bed sheets, soaking her apartment in our familiar scents while sweat began to drip along the sides of my face. My fingertips bit into her flesh as she leaned back, her calls of pleasure wailing out into the room, but when I felt ready to burst, I pulled her from my lap and gathered her close to my chest.

I allowed us to catch our breaths before I switched to yet another position I wanted to try. I turned her onto her side and scooted between her legs. I held one up into the air, allowing myself a full view of her reddened entrance while she continued to catch her breath. I slowly slid into her, watching her shiver as I filled her to the brim, and then I began thrusting quickly into her while she massaged her tits. “Bryan. Please. Oh, my gosh. You feel so good. I-where did you—?” I smiled at her broken phrases as sweat trickled down my chest. Her body was shining with her effort, her skin flushed with a beautiful color I was beginning to commit to memory. She turned her torso to face me her eyes connecting with mine while I held her leg up further to gain more access to her body. Her back arched immediately, and I felt her walls vibrating around me. “Yes! Just like that! Don’t stop, please!” I could see her clit swelling right before my very eyes, and oh, what a sight it was. But she would have to wait until the last position. She would have to be patient with me while I wracked her body with the pleasure I knew I could give her to make her feel better, the pleasure I knew she adored. I slid from between her legs, and she huffed in frustration. She shook her head like she was silently begging me to stop. My balls were aching for release, hanging lower than I’d ever felt them hang before. But there was one particular position I wanted us to be in, one that came to me every single night in my dreams. I slid from her body and stood at the edge of the bed before I grabbed her legs and tugged. She moaned at the motion, her breasts jumping for me while I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. I looked down at her, admiring the love flowing behind her eyes. I could see the red and black marks I’d sucked on her neck rising to the surface, and I knew they would be there when she woke up in the morning.

And I was determined to be by her side when she realized they were there. I slid myself into her one last time before sliding the crooks of her legs over my shoulders. I bent down, resting the whole of my body against her hamstrings, folding her in half just before my lips encompassed hers. I’d never been this deep into her body before. I’d never felt the ridges and the dips I now had access to. I could already feel my balls pulling into my body, screaming for the release both of our bodies needed. Then as our eyes connected, I began thrusting relentlessly while she simply lay there and took it. Her hands raked through my hair and dug into my forearms. Her toes curled, and her legs flexed, trying to pull me deeper and deeper while my hips slammed into hers. I could already feel my hips stuttering, my release threatening to leave her behind while I took what I so desperately wanted. But the moment I felt her arch deeply into me, I knew it was over for us both. “Hailey. Oh, Hailey. I love you so much. I love you. I love you. I love you.” I spilled into her just as her walls released, holding me in a vice grip as the woman I loved cried out into the room. I slipped one of her nipples between my teeth, biting down playfully while she moaned and whimpered. I could feel her entire body sucking me dry, swallowing down the peace offering I had to give her after mounting frustrations at our current circumstances. I sank myself deeply into her, feeling our combined arousals pouring from between her legs while it dripped steadily onto her apartment floor. “I love you so much, Bryan,” she said breathlessly. “Please stay with

me tonight.”

“You didn’t have a choice in that matter,” I said as I released her nipple. “I’ve missed you too much to let this beautiful body slip from my fingers tonight.”

Hailey “A nna, are you sure this is a good idea?” “I’ve already talked with them. I’ve told them what’s going

on. We have to face them. Youhave to face them, Hailey.”

“But why?” I asked. “They’re the ones who wrote us off, remember?”

“Look, if you’re not going to have this surgery, then at least try to reconcile your life a bit before you kill yourself.”

I knew Anna was angry with me, but her words were cutting deeper and deeper. I could see her white-knuckling the steering while, blinking back tears while I stared at the world passing us by. We were getting together with our parents in Phoenix tonight after breaking the news to them of what was happening and about how I was sick and how I was refusing surgery.

“I’m sorry you’re having to go through all this, Anna,” I said.

“Just talk with them. You don’t have to offer up any more information or answer any questions they don’t ask,” she said. “But it’s time we all tucked our shit away and sat down with one another.”

Even though my heartached and I was scared, I knew she was right. It had been years since we’d all sat down as a family, and either way, this would give me a chance to say all those things I wanted to say and to tell them how much them cutting me out hurt. I wanted them to know how I wanted them to watch me succeed and how I wanted a family to introduce a man like Bryan to but never got the chance. So many holidays and birthdays I’d spent alone, painting and throwing myself into my future plans while my mind had tried to forget them. I wanted them to know all the hurt and pain they had caused me. Anna and I rode in relative silence the entire way there. The red clay mountains of Arizona and the dry, cool air that had descended onto the city of Phoenix was all too familiar. I breathed in the scent, rolling down my window and taking deep breaths of my hometown as memories came flooding back to my mind. I remembered riding bikes with Anna and playing hide-and-seek, my first kiss in the middle of a movie in high school with the first boy I’d ever dated, and losing my virginity in a car at a make-out point with a guy who promised he’d be gentle. There were memories that made me smile swirling around a tumor that was going to eventually rob me of creating any more. “We’re here,” Anna said. The car stopped, and I looked up to the looming house. When I was growing up, our two-story house seemed monstrous. Its black shutters and white facade seemed to loom over me, taunting me with its harshness while sitting on a massive plot of land my parents had developed over the years. Swimming pools and tennis courts. A hot tub and a private outdoor sauna. A guesthouse and walking trails. A separate building that housed an

entertainment center my father probably escaped to when my mother was too much. Some of it was new, but most of it had been built when I was still a child. My parents used to use all those things as fuel for wanting Anna and me to be successful. They’d tell us things like “you could have all this,” and “one day, this’ll all be yours, and you’ll need the money to upkeep it.” Like I’d ever want to come back to a place where I couldn’t be myself. I felt Anna take my hand, and I ripped my gaze from the house. Instead of looming and frightening, it now simply seemed empty and devoid of any emotion or circumstance like the two people dwelling within no longer cared to fill it with the memories that made the house come alive at night. Instead of the house creaking with the weight of memories, it simply creaked with the weight of its own emptiness. “Come on,” Anna said. “Let’s get this over with.” “I thought you were excited about this?” I asked. “Not after looking at this house. Come on.” We got out of the car and started toward the steps, but a familiar person opened the door before we got there. I stopped in my tracks, studying the man standing in the light of the opening on the porch. His hair was silver now, slicked back with gel and still thick with life. There were wrinkles around his eyes and a slight jiggle on the underside of his chin, but other than that, he looked just how I would remember him. My father. I had to stand there and catch my breath. Tears welled in my eyes while Anna gripped my hand hard. I had no idea the emotions that would come coursing through my system the moment I saw my daddy again, but as he stepped off the porch and came toward me, I burst into tears. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, and I breathed in the familiar scent of tobacco and mint. “Daddy,” I said breathlessly. “Come inside. Both of you,” he said. He escorted us into the house where my mother was setting dinner, but the moment we walked into the kitchen, she dropped everything. She came and hugged me tightly, trying to scoop me up into her arms like she did when I was a child. I felt like I’d just skinned my knee, and it was bleeding everywhere, and everything inside of me screamed for her to kiss it and make it all better. But she couldn’t, not for something like this. “Come on,” she said into my hair. “Let’s sit down and eat. You must

be hungry.”

The air was somber, and the first part of dinner was silent. I could feel their eyes on me while I took small bites of my food, chewing and swallowing with intention while I clocked my nausea.

The last thing I wanted to do was get sick in front of them.

“Hailey?” my father asked.

“Yes?”

“How bad is it?”

I slowly raised my gaze to his and drew in a deep breath through my nose. There was no use in holding it back from him. From them. Anna already knew, and I could see tears rising in her eyes. Her hand appeared over my knee and squeezed tightly, silently prompting me to tell them the truth.

Honestly, though? I no longer had the energy to lie anymore.

“It’s bad,” I said breathlessly. “I’ve only got about a twenty percent chance of pulling out of this.”

“Oh, my gosh,” my mother said, whispering.

“How long have you been sick?” my father asked.

“Dad.”

“Tell us, Hailey. Please.”

I flashed a look of anger at him before I settled back into my seat. Who the hell was he to demand anything of me? After what he’d done to both Anna and me?