Brian walks into the office room, while I stand there stunned, hurt and angry with myself. I didn't need this right now. Everything going on... My brother's dying, I'm probably going to lose my shop and end up somewhere that could make or break my dream and my livelihood. Now, to top it all off, just when we were starting to do better, and I have to fuck it up.
I walk into my art room and pull up a blank canvas. I just start picking up paints and randomly start doing brush strokes and colors without thinking about it. I needed an outlet for these emotions rolling over me like a thunderstorm.
There was nothing to worry about between me and John. I love Brian. I really do. I don't know why I didn't tell him earlier about our agreement on the building being a shared property, I just....
I never want to disappoint him, but I keep doing that anyways.
He should trust me... like I should have trusted him before with the bartender, Dass.
I bring a hard stroke down the canvas and step back to see what I've created.
"It's definitely abstract, but it evokes a feeling of chaos that's been broken. Did you have a breakthrough with your thoughts?" Brian walks up to me as I clean out my brush.
"You could say that." I put the brush up to dry and wipe my palette off with a paper towel to keep it clean before the paint would dry. "I realized, I need to give you the same kind of trust that you give me. I know it's not me you have a problem with, it's John. He proved your point when he asked who you were exactly. His unimpressed façade when I told him you were a doctor, said it all. That's when I told him to cut to the chase of our meeting. I didn't do anything wrong. So I shouldn't feel like I can't tell you something if something occurs concerning anyone. I need to stop expecting you to treat me one way, if I'm not doing it in return."
Brian slips his arms around my waist from behind me, laying a soft kiss on the nape of my neck. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't get upset with you the way I have. You need me to talk to you about what's on in my mind and not be distant. I don't want you to think I'm upset with you, specifically, when I'm more upset about the situation. I'll work on that."
He turns me around, keeping his arms wrapped around me, "Last week, I'm glad you thought the sex was great..."
"That's putting it lightly.." I mutter under my breath.
He pauses and smiles wide, ".. or WOW as you put it." He brings a hand up to my face, raising my gaze to his, "But I was trying to communicate what I was feeling for you."
I think back and remember the way his eyes would scan my body, like he was memorizing every inch of me, how certain things he did would make me moan or gasp and shudder. He was so intense, rough, but not anything I could not handle, but just enough to have me begging for more.
It hits me, right at the apex of my thighs, what he was doing.
"I know that now.." I love the blush and the heat that courses through my body. My thighs rub together subconsciously, and my heart is beating so hard and fast that I can see the slight bounce of my breast, even though I'm holding my breath.
How does this man do this to me so easily? The butterflies in my stomach are going haywire and I swear if he doesn't kiss me soon, I might explode.
"Brian..."
His mouth descends upon mine, swallowing my words and makes my brain stop thinking. All I know is the way his mouth dominates mine, molding me like putty in his hands that now roam over my body.
My body can't seem to get close enough to his and I need him, now, touching me, kissing me, inside me.
I break the kiss and stare into his hungry eyes, that are so predatory, I forget what I was about to say.
My phone goes off and I pull it out to answer it, but Brian takes and answers it, " Sarina will have to call you back, she's busy right now. " He hangs it up and I take it from him.
"Why did you do that? Who was it? "
I exit my art room and open my phone back up, walking to the bedroom to call whoever it was back to apologize.
I see that it was Lirael and am about to press the call button, when Brian takes the phone from my hand again.
"She can wait." He says, setting the phone down on the nightstand.
"Brian..." I start to grumble, since I've missed my friend and wanted to talk to her.
He raises a brow at me and my legs squeeze together on instinct. He looks sexually feral right now. I didn't know if I should be scared or excited and.... Fuck! It's making me wet,, so I guess my body knows.
He's only a step away from me and his dominating aura is overpowering me. I take a shaky step back as my body starts to feel weak, like I would drop to my knees any second.
"You keep saying my name but you're not finishing your sentence..." He says closing the space between us, only to push me back on the bed.
"I.. uh... what are you doing?" I ask, as he starts taking his clothes off.
"I thought that much would be obvious..." He says, dropping his pants and baring himself, those abs, those arms, that rock hard cock, all for my eyes to feast on.
"We're supposed to be going over to Lirael and Lance's... though..." I remind him, licking my suddenly dry lips.
He parts my legs, pushing the hem of my skirt up to my waist, grabs my ass and tugs me closer to the edge of the bed.
"I don't think they'll care if we're a little late." He says, one hand sneaking between our bodies and rubbing me through my underwear and pantyhose.
My mouth parts in a silent moan, his groan of delight eclipsing any sound I may have just made.
"You're so wet..." His eyes close tightly, like he's being tormented as he sucks in a breath between his teeth. He opens his eyes that are full of need. It's like he's baring himself through them, making him vulnerable, just for me.
"I need you, Sarina." Is all he says before pressing me down on the bed, his lips finding my neck and kissing, licking, nipping at my skin. His hands make quick work of unbuttoning my blouse and pulling my breasts free of my bra, exposing my taut nipples to be worshipped by his mouth.
I'm gasping and then panting, each time his tongue teases one, sending shockwaves of tingling pleasure to my pussy. I rock my hips, grinding myself against his cock that strains to enter me, but is blocked by the layer of clothing still in the way.
Pressing his body against mine, his hands work me out of my skirt, pulling back only to peel my clothing off in one go. Right as I feel the loss of his body's heat, it's back on me, his velvet cock already searching for my entrance eagerly. I spread my legs open farther, his cock finding it's way to my entrance.
"I'm not going to be gentle right now, Sarina." Brian warns me.
Hooking my legs around him, I pant out, "Shut up and take me." I tell him, pulling him closer to me to kiss as he rams his cock home.
....
"Well, aren't you two fashionably late for dinner?" Lance opens the front door when we arrive at the house, only an hour later than we said we would be.
"Um, yeah, sorry about that." I say awkwardly, hoping I don't step just right and still feel the effects of our needs we fulfilled earlier.
Lance just laughs it off, "Don't be. From what Lirael was able to tell me, it seems you've had a rough day. We've just been keeping the food warm for you two."
He waves us in and we enter the dining room where Lirael is setting up the dishes. I immediately go to her and give her a hug.
"I've missed you." I groan happily as she hugs me back.
"Aww... I've missed you too." She squeezes me tightly before we part and I follow her into the kitchen. I help her bring out the rest of the food, while Brian and Lance start talking about the issues at the club.
Over dinner we fill them in on my brother's health and love life, then what happened this morning.
"You've been paying the property tax on that building, every year, for how many years now?" Lance asked incredulously.
"Six years. It wasn't so bad the first two years. It was only a little over forty thousand, but the last two years have been just under sixty grand." I inform them.
"Please tell me you've added something in those terms you laid out to be paid back two thirds from each of those tax payments? IF you only have owned a third of the property, you should not have paid the full tax amount by yourself." Lance adds his thoughts.
Lirael shakes her head, "What an ass! He wants to sell the property because it's not making him any money, yet it's not costing him anything either!"
That bit of information clicks in my mind, raising my indignation, "You're right! It's not costing him anything! I know he has other things he could probably sell off too!" I fume but remember, I still don't know all the facts concerning his side of things. "However, I also don't know how bad of an investment he made and lost either. With how close him and my brother were back in the day, I don't think he would have made this choice easily..." I think out loud as we sit in the back yard, sipping wine.
Lirael sips her water before hopping up, "I'll be right back." She covers her mouth and runs inside, leaving us stunned for a moment before Lance stands up.
"I'll be back. I haven't figured out why they call it morning sickness.. It really doesn't have a schedule to me." He grumbles, heading into the house to check on Lirael.
I chuckle at his grumblings, finishing my glass of wine and stand up to reach for the bottle to fill my glass back up. My chuckle immediately turns into a gasp as I freeze, moving just right to feel a pulse of pleasure and pain radiate from my thoroughly abused pussy.
Brian see's my face and hurries to his feet to pour the wine for me. "I got it for you. Are you going to be alright?" He asks as I gently sit back on the chair.
"Ah..hmm.. yes?" My voice comes out an octave higher than normal and Brian snorts and looks away.
Smacking his arm, I remind him, "You did this to me, butthead." I take my glass of wine and take a nice big gulp.
He rubs his arm and grins, "I warned you and you told me to do it, now didn't you?"
"Yes and it was fucking amazing, so meh!" I stick my tongue out at him.
He bursts out laughing, before taking my free hand in his, "I really fucking love you, Sarina."
My face heats up and my stomach becomes a butterfly sanctuary at his words.
Because I know he means it.