Where to pick up food? We liked a lot of different things. I would have brought lasagna from Bellisima's, but I immediately was reminded about Car- valetti being Italian and shot that idea right down to hell. That bastard saw her naked today.Brynne loved Mexican, but it was far better when she made things from scratch than any restaurant in town. I really loved the South American influ- ences on what she liked to make. I decided on Indian and rang in an order for some butter chicken, lamb curry and veggie salad. I was just leaving the restau- rant with the food when I sent off a quick text: Almost there, baby. I got Indian chicken & lamb.I received something right back from her: Hi. Really tired and just want bed. Can I skip dinner 2nite?What? I didn't like the sound of her message and immediately tried to figure out what she meant by it. A flicker of unease ran through me. Was she telling me not to come over, or just that she wasn't hungry? I couldn't tell from that text, and I re
"That's going to be Aunt Marie! Ethan, can you let her in? I'm up to my elbows here." From the kitchen. Brynne gestured to her frantic last-minute prep for dinner."I've got it." I gave her an air kiss and said, "Showtime, yeah?" She nodded back, looking beautiful, as always, in her long black skirt and purple top. The color was lovely on her, and since I now knew it was her fa- vorite, I had to believe in my luck that first time when I sent her the purple flowers.All in, baby.I opened the door to a lovely woman of whom I had no expectations other than knowing she was Brynne's great-aunt. Sister to her grandmother on her mum's side. But the person smiling at my doorstep was about as far from a grandmotherly female as you could get. With her unlined skin and dark red hair, she looked young and stylish and rather... hot for a woman who could not be above fifty-five."You must be Ethan that I'm hearing so much about," she said in a native tongue."And you must be Brynne's aunt Marie?"
"Please call me Jonathan, and bear with me a little more, my dear, as I take a further liberty." Dad leaned in and kissed her on the cheek! She blushed some more and got a little shy, but still she looked happy. I kept caressing up her back and really hoped it wasn't all too much... of everything."Easy there, old man." I said, shaking my head. "My girl. Mine." I drew her very close to me until she squeaked."I think they get it, Ethan," she said, pressing her hand up on my chest."Okay, as long as nobody forgets.""Kinda impossible for that to happen, baby."She called me baby. It's all good now, I thought, glad I could laugh at myself as we all got down to the purpose of coming together for the evening. "Chicken Marsala ...mmmm. Brynne darling, what is that in here?" Dad asked between bites. "It's really wonderful." "I used a chocolate wine to sauté the chicken."Interesting. I love what it does to the taste." Dad winked at Brynne. "So you're a gourmet?""Thank you, but not really a
"I'm right here, baby." I took her hand in one of mine. "Were you dream- ing?" "Yeah... it was weird." She left the bed and went into the loo. I heard water running and a glass being set down on the counter. I waited in bed for her to come back, and after a couple minutes she did.Boy. Did. She.She slinked out stark naked with a look in her eyes that I'd seen before. A look that says, I want sex and I want it NOW. "I think you know," she said in a sultry voice as she climbed on top of me and looked down, her hair falling forward like a pleasure goddess intent upon ravaging me."Brynne? What's going on?"Oh. fuck yes!My hands went up to her breasts without a thought. God! I cupped all that soft flesh in my hands and drew it toward my mouth. She arched and began grinding over my cock, which was now as wide awake as my brain. I forgot about her being out of commission because she sure wasn't acting like she was out of commission.I got my mouth over her nipple and sucked it in deep. I
"The US papers," Frances said, setting the stack on my desk. "There's an inter- esting article in the Los Angeles Times on members of Congress with children in active military service. Guess who they interviewed?""He must be one of the very few. Oakley will milk it for everything he can. Thanks for these." I tapped the stack of papers. "What about the other thing?" Frances looked very pleased with herself. "Picking it up when I go out to get lunch. Mr. Morris said it restored beautifully after so many years in the vault.""Thank you for seeing to that for me." Frances was a gem of an assistant. She ran my company office like a tight ship. I might organize the security, but that woman kept my business sorted, and I didn't underestimate her worth for an instant."She's going to love it." Frances hesitated at the door. "And did you still want me to clear your schedule for Monday?" "Yes, please. The Mallerton thing tonight and then we leave in the morning for Somerset. We'll drive back M
A call came through just then, pulling me out of my woolgathering moment and back into the very demanding and very urgent present situation of my job responsibilities. The day flew, and before I knew, it was time to get moving. I called Brynne as I was leaving the office to tell her I was on my way. I ex- pected to get a breathless rundown of everything that needed to be done before the thing tonight and our impending trip. I got voice mail instead. So I sent her a short text: On my way home. Need anything? And got no response.I didn't like it and realized right then and there that I would always worry about her. The worry would never go away. I'd heard people say such things about their children. That they didn't know what real worry was until they had someone in their lives important enough to measure the true essence of what it meant to love another person. With that love came the burden of potential loss-a prospect too uncomfortable for me to think much about.Remembering the env
"Ahhh, so you're just using me for my excellent bathroom amenities then?"She giggled and moved her hand down between us to grip over my hard- ening cock. "Excellent amenities all the way around as I see it." I laughed and groaned at the same time, sweeping off her and into the bathroom. "I'll get the hot water started... and I'll be waiting for you in there."I didn't have long to wait before she joined me naked and mind-bendingly sexy as usual, rendering me utterly captive and raging to claim her body with the dominating sex I couldn't seem to control when we were together. My ulti- mate reward and my greatest fear all rolled into one. I'd joked about the gala tonight and sharing her with others, but the statement held far more truth than I wanted to admit. I loathed sharing her with other men who admired her far too much in my opinion.But it was the reality of Brynne, and if she was my girl, then I'd have to learn to take it like a man.We made very good use of the time in that ho
The National Portrait Gallery is a magnificent venue for events and one I am well acquainted with, having been there many times before: working security. sometimes as a guest and once or twice with a date.But never like this.Brynne brought a whole new meaning to the idea of possessiveness. At least for me she did. I thought I might be dead by the end of the night from keeping up with all the people who wanted a piece of her.She looked so beautiful and perfect in her periwinkle lace dress and silvery shoes; every inch the model she was outwardly, but inwardly, that artistic mind of hers was brilliant and respected for the work she did in her field. My girl was a celebrity tonight. It damn well helped to see my gift around her neck too. She is mine, people! Mine! And don't fucking forget it either!The display of Lady Percival was indeed a hit. She'd been set up as a tutorial on the conserving process, as her restoration was only partially complete. And Brynne, of course, was credite