blush (Westbrook Series) (3 page)

A night out with the guys was just what Brandon
needed.   He knew if anything could get Missy out of his head it was a night
out at the hottest club in town with his best buds Mark and Cade, an open tab,
and a room full of New York's finest women.  The three friends hadn't seen each
other since Cade's wedding two months ago.  Mark and Brandon loved to bust Cade's
balls about getting tied down, but the truth was Marcy was incredible.  They
were the real deal.  Brandon had never seen people as in love as those two were. 
Of course, he hadn't seen much as far as relationships went unless you count
his mom and the countless boyfriends she brought around.  That had only taught
him one thing; he didn't want to spend his life bouncing from one unstable
relationship to the next.  That's why he had come up with the no strings
lifestyle he had been living.  It was working out okay until Missy. 
Damn
it.  No thinking of Missy.
  He felt bad about being an ass to her earlier,
but he was not used to rejection, and he was definitely not used to caring what
a woman thought of him.  Brandon sat down at a table that overlooked the entire
club.  VIP seating was one of the many perks being one of New York's richest
bachelors had earned him.  Cade and Mark set off for drinks while Brandon
watched the dance floor.  He absorbed the energy coming from the music the DJ
was playing.  He was already feeling like the old Brandon again---confident,
relaxed, and ready for a good time.  Cade had come back with enough beer to
last them a while and Mark was making his way toward a group of ladies on the
dance floor.  Mark was always in the game.  He was a complete player.  What was
sad is most of the women Mark brought home knew it and didn't care, of course
the uniform he usually sported didn't hurt.  Mark always said he became a cop
because women loved men in a uniform.  Cade and Brandon caught up on what had
been going on in the last two months, Cade had been curious about Brandon's
transition to advertising mogul and Brandon found out how married life was
treating his long time pal.  They perused the dance floor trying to spy what
poor woman was under Mark's spell tonight.  Mark seemed focused on one woman
with long brown hair falling over a red dress.  Anyone could see she had a body
underneath that would bring most men to their knees.  Cade snickered, "You
think he can close that deal?" 

Brandon laughed, "I don't put anything past him
anymore, but he does seem to be trying harder than usual."

After a substantial amount of smooth talking Mark
was able to get the sexy brunette onto the dance floor.  Brandon and Cade
watched as Mark swung the poor woman all around the club.  When the song came
to an end, Mark dipped the woman in hopes of sealing the dance with a kiss. 
The woman turned her head and pushed Mark's face away before he could touch her
lips. 

"Fail!" Cade exclaimed while he bent over
laughing at his friend's  expense.  He turned to Brandon, but Brandon's intense
look told Cade he didn't see the humor in Mark's blunder.

Brandon's head was about to explode with fury. 
"Come on man; that was funny shit," Cade insisted, still laughing. 
Before Cade could contain his laughter, Brandon was out of his chair, pushing
his way toward the dance floor. 
What the hell does she think she is doing? 
When he made it to the table where Mark was still coming on strong, he
pushed Mark out of the way.  He grabbed Missy and lead her to one of the
private tables in the back of the club.  "What are you doing?" Missy
yelled, pulling her arm from his grasp.  "You have no right to man handle
me!"

Brandon could only see red.  "I have every
right!  What were you thinking coming out tonight wearing THAT."  He
looked her over one more time before reaching her eyes.  Normally he would love
to see her in the sexy number she was flaunting, but not when she was OUT.
DANCING. WITH MEN OTHER THAN HIM.

"I would imagine I am doing the same thing you
are doing---having a night out with my friends, and last time I checked I could
wear whatever I want whenever I want."   She turned to leave but he pulled
her into him before she could step away.  He pushed her up against the table
until his body was close enough to feel  her curves under the skimpy red
dress.  He grabbed the back of her hair and tilted her face to his until their
lips were touching.  The lips she imagined to be soft and gentle were hard and
hungry with want.  She wrapped her arms around his neck.  He craved her and she
let him get his fill.  She could feel the hardness of his erection through his
jeans.  His hands skimmed her hips and were making their way to her breast
before she pushed him away to get a breath of air. 

"Come on," Brandon spat while dragging her
out of the club. 

He was silent the entire drive back to his house.  Missy
ignored his dismal mood by texting Chloe; she would be concerned when Missy
didn't return to the table.  The longer they drove the more her lust dissolved
and her anger returned.  The traffic from Lower Manhattan to the Upper West
Side neighborhood he lived in was dreadful so she had more than enough time to
become livid
.  What was he thinking treating her that way?  One minute he
was hot the next he was cold.  She was going to give him a piece of her mind.
 
When he opened the door to the extravagant penthouse, her anger was overshadowed
by marvel.  It was nothing like what she thought about when she imagined him
relaxing in his house or sleeping in his bed.  It was open and airy with an
amazing view of New York.  The decor was masculine yet very tasteful.  The
colors were muted with pops of modern color.  An Andy Warhol painting hung on
the wall above the sofa.  Photos of his family were placed with love above the
fire place.  It was beautiful, not at all the chaotic bachelor pad she
envisioned. 

He stood staring as she took it all in.  He knew he
had to get her out of that club before he slugged the next guy that looked at
her, but now she was here, in his house.  He felt a lump in his throat. 
"Would you like a glass of wine?"

"I would like to know just who the hell you
think you are dragging me around New York!"  She leered at him waiting for
an answer. 

He walked to the kitchen and uncorked a bottle of
wine without saying a word.  He poured them each a glass and then walked back
across the living area to where she was standing.  Running his fingers through
his hair he murmured, "Please sit down."  Missy sat on the leather
sofa keeping a bit of distance from him so that she couldn't be distracted by
his leg touching hers.  "I am really sorry about what happened at the
club.  I had no right to treat you that way. I had no right to kiss you that
way."

She eyed him in disbelief.    "That's what
you're sorry for?"  She couldn't believe what he was saying.  "So
never mind that you pulled me away from my friends or that you practically
carried me out of the club; you're just sorry you kissed me."  She stood
up and paced to the window. 
Boy was she wrong about him.  Her Brandon was a
figment of her imagination.
 

"I said I was sorry I kissed you THAT WAY.  I
didn't say I was sorry I kissed you."  She glanced back at him.  There he
was staring into her eyes...searching.  "I just hadn't wanted our first
kiss to be in public."  He decided to leave out that he almost took her
right there on the table. 

She gazed into his eyes and her anger faded away.  She
smiled teasingly.  "So you've been imagining kissing me?"

He sighed, not realizing he had been holding his
breath.  He pulled her close to him and touched his lips softly to hers.  This
time he let his tongue trace her lips and explore the inside of her mouth.  She
pressed her body against him and he immediately responded.  He gently picked
her up and laid her down on the sofa not letting his lips leave hers.  He was
going to take this slow.  He wanted to savor Missy.  He wanted to taste her,
pleasure her, and he planned on doing it multiple times.  He touched her breast
through the thin silky fabric of her dress.  Her nipples were hard.  She moaned
as he took one of them in his mouth.  She could feel his warm breath through
the fabric and it sent shivers straight down her body.  He took off her dress
keeping his eyes on hers.  He looked at her laying in his living room naked,
wanting, and immediately was hard.   He had dreamed of this moment for the last
month, but nothing could have prepared him for it.  Missy reached up and pulled
off the tight t-shirt he had changed into before going to the club.  She dug
her nails into the tense muscles in his back, bringing him down for another
kiss.  Her need drove him crazy.  He quickly shook off his pants and went back
to giving her nipples attention.  His hands explored every part of her.  Just
when she thought she couldn't take his taunting anymore, his lips moved from
her nipples to her stomach.  He licked and sucked his way down to her legs,
sprinkling kisses all the way up her thighs until he reached her dampness.  Missy
pulled at his hair and swayed her hips.  He sucked her clit making her moan and
buckle.  Touching her opening with his fingers, he dipped one in, then two.  She
came undone underneath him.  "Mmmm, you taste good," he groaned in a
sultry voice.  He couldn't wait any more.  He picked his body off of hers and
reached in the pocket of his jeans for a condom.  She watched anxiously as he
rolled it on.  He entered her slowly knowing how tight she was with only his
finger.  When she took him in, she was already on the verge of coming again.  He
reached down and flicked her clit and she shattered.  He couldn't take anymore. 
When he felt her start to pulse below him, he exploded.  They laid there a
moment catching their breath and letting the aftershocks settle.

Missy woke up the next morning still a little dazed
from the nights activities.  She felt satisfied.  When she turned to snuggle
into Brandon, she found only empty sheets.  She knew he had been up for some
time because the space where he had slept was cold.  She stretched and pulled
herself out of bed.  Her clothes were still in the living room where Brandon
had undressed her the night before so she grabbed a t-shirt he had on a chair
by his bed.  As she entered the main area of the penthouse she smelled coffee. 
Mmmm, just what she needed.
  She followed the aroma to the kitchen just
off of the living room.  Brandon was standing at the stove preparing
breakfast.  It looked like enough food to feed a small army.  He was wearing
nothing but his jeans, just like she envisioned him the day before.  Her
imagination could not have prepared her for the stunning figure standing before
her.  The jeans fit perfectly around his tight ass.  When he turned, she could
see the ripples in his abs.  His jeans hung loosely on his hips with the button
still undone.  It was an invitation for her to keep looking farther down. 
Missy decided she loved to see him in the morning. 

"Good morning; did you sleep okay?"  He handed
her a cup of coffee.  He had come to realize she was immobile before her morning
jolt.  "I made breakfast; I wasn't sure what you liked so I made a little
of everything."

Missy reached for yogurt and a spoon and sat down at
the large mahogany and steel table he had in the kitchen.  "Is that all
you are going to eat?"  Brandon questioned as he placed a plate filled
with eggs and bacon, a bagel, and a piece of fruit on the other side of the pub
table.

"You must have the metabolism of a
horse."  Missy had never seen so much food piled onto one plate.  She knew
he worked out, that was evident in his incredible body, but if he ate like that
he must spend a lot of time in the gym.

Brandon looked at the shocked expression she had on
her face and laughed.  "Why do you always laugh at me?" she asked
sarcastically.

"Because you're cute," he answered as he
took a large spoon of eggs and placed them on the plate in front of her. 
"Here; you need to eat.  You're going to need all the energy you can get
today."

Missy looked up sheepishly and turned a pale shade
of pink.

"Missy, do you know what you do to me when you
blush that way?"  Brandon didn't wait for her to answer.  Instead he
picked her up out of her chair and carried her straight back to bed.  He laid
her on her stomach and held her hands above her head.  She was still wearing
his tee but when he lifted her arms the shirt revealed her naked bottom.  He
kissed his way down to her bare skin.  Missy moaned as his mouth touched her
hips.  He did miraculous things with those damn lips.  His hands slowly lifted
the shirt off of her.  In one movement he flipped her over and devoured her
lips.  She didn't know when he had lost the jeans he was wearing, but she knew they
were gone when she felt his erection at her opening.  Brandon dug through the
drawer in the nightstand by the bed and pulled out a condom.  He let out a groan
as he thrust himself into her.  He was not near as gentle as he had been the
night before.  After their night of sex, he knew exactly what she could
handle.  He kissed her, starting at her chin, then down her neck to her
cleavage.  She whimpered with lust.  She scratched her nails up the sides of
his body until he had bumps all over.  He took that as an invitation to plunge
harder into her, and she matched his stride with ease.  It didn't take long for
her to come hard all around him.  When she screamed his name with her release, it
was like a detonation button had been pressed.  He throbbed as he emptied
himself, still pushing into her softly. His pulsing had her coming all over
again.

Brandon laid on top of Missy still inside of her. 
"You're right; maybe I should go have some protein if I'm going to keep up
with you," Missy whispered giggling. 

Brandon got up and rolled off the condom.  "You
need energy but not for that sweetheart.  You keep up with me just fine." 
He pulled her out of the bed and lead her to the shower.  When the water was
warm, he put his fingers through her hair wetting it and softly massaging in a shampoo
that enveloped her with the smell of sandalwood.  She relaxed and let him pamper
her, washing her hair and then rubbing soap all over her body.  He only stopped
once to place a tender kiss on her mouth.  When they were both clean, he
wrapped her in a big fluffy towel and went to get her clothes.  He came back
dressed in jeans and a green polo shirt, his hair still slightly wet from the
shower. 

"Here put these on."  He handed her a pair
of jeans and a tight fitting V neck t-shirt.  She held up the small scrap of
lace he had tucked into the jeans. 

"What are these?" she spat with disbelief.

He smiled mischievously, "I thought you could
use some fresh clothes."

"And just where did these come from?" She
inquired sardonically. 

"Oh!  One of my ex's left them here," he joked
with a chuckle.  Luckily his reflexes were quick, so he was able to catch the
clothes she threw at his face.  "I'm just kidding.  I went and picked them
out for you this morning.  You can't wear that little number you had on last
night for what I have planned."

He handed her back the clothes and she pulled up the
lace thong glaring at him while he watched.  "So what exactly do you have
planned today?"  She asked nervously to distract him from watching her
dress.

"It's a surprise.  Get dressed and meet me in
the living room."  He tore his eyes from her body, knowing that if he
observed this little show much longer they would be staying in all day. 

When Missy was ready, Brandon hurried her out of the
door and to the car.  "Why are we in such a rush?"

"I don't want to be late."  Brandon
slammed on the accelerator and headed toward Upper Manhattan.

"Late for what?  Where are you taking
me?"  Missy demanded. 

Brandon only smirked and turned up the radio. 

Brandon pulled into the parking lot and followed the
direction the parking attendants pointed him toward.

 "Yankee Stadium... really?"  Missy joked
with sarcasm. 

"That's right baby." He gave her an
incredible smile and spanked her bottom.  "Hurry up woman!  We don't want
to miss the opening pitch."

Missy picked up her pace a little, but not before
sticking her tongue out at Brandon and laughing.  She had never been to a professional
baseball game before.  The stadium was something she had only seen on
television and  read about in books.  The delicious scent of butter topped
popcorn and sweet cotton candy penetrated her.  She craved the coolness of a
frosty beer.  When a gentleman walking the aisles yelling, "COLD BEER"
came their way, she was elated.  Missy couldn't believe how close to the field
they were.  She speculated if she reached far enough she could touch the players
running to catch the baseballs being hit toward third base.  She thought she'd
better not give into her curiosity.  Missy was not very knowledgeable about the
game so Brandon filled her in on when she should shout and cheer.  He explained
the meaning of the words the announcer was shouting over the speaker system. 
By the fifth inning, she was jumping and screaming like a lifelong fan.   Brandon
was enamored with her excitement over an experience he had cherished since his
youth.  During the seventh inning, Missy headed up to the concessions to get
them some nachos and hotdogs.  When she returned, she was wearing a hat and a
jersey with a carton of food in each hand.  He knew at that moment Missy was
the most perfect woman he had ever met. 

After the game he drove her back to her apartment. 
Her time with Brandon was unsurpassed.  The energy between them was electric
and she knew she could not go back to the way she lived before.  If she tried
to deny herself this man, she would crave him every time they were together.  
He walked her to the door and embraced her tightly.  His lips softly touched
hers, but before heat could emerge, his lips were gone.  "See you
later."  She stood there watching him leave.  She had a feeling she would
see him do this again and again.  He was not the type of man to stay.