Fix It for Us

Fix It For Us: A Novel

Emme Burton

Copyright: 2014

Fix It For Us

Emme Burton

Copyright 2014

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes.  If you are reading this book and you have not purchased it or won it in an author/publisher contest, this book has been pirated.  Please delete and support the author by purchasing the e-book from one of its many distributors. 

Disclaimer:  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, any place, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental.  The characters and story lines are created from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Editor:  Sharon Korn

Cover Design:  Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations.

Author Photo: Dana Colcleasure

Dedication

To all my friends-Long time, New, College, High School, Facebook, Twitter, People I talk to in the grocery store line.  You have been my inspiration and so supportive.

And of course, to my family-BC, Thing One, Thing Two and J-Dog.  I love you all so much.  Thanks for accepting me just the way I am.

Fix It For Us Playlist

I’m Yours-Jason Mraz

Everything Has Changed-Taylor Swift (featuring Ed Sheeran)

Wicked Game-Chris Isaak

Cherry Pie-Warrant

Just Give Me A Reason-Pink (featuring Nate Ruess)

Here Without You-3 Doors Down

The One That Got Away-The Civil Wars

Dance With The Devil-Breaking Benjamin

The Unforgiven-Metallica

It’s Been Awhile-Staind

Roar-Katy Perry

Fix You-Coldplay

Green Eyes-Coldplay

Winter, Second Movement, The Four Seasons-Vivaldi

The Prince of Denmark’s March (Trumpet Voluntary)-Jeremiah Clark

Trumpet Tune-Purcell

I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You-Savage Garden

All I Want For Christmas is You-Vince Vance and the Valiants

All I Want For Christmas is You-Mariah Carey

Table of Contents

Chapter 1:  January

Chapter 2:  February

Chapter 3:  March

Chapter 4:  April

Chapter 5:  May

Chapter 6:  June

Chapter 7:  July

Chapter 8:  August

Chapter 9:  September

Chapter 10:  October

Bonus Chapters: 

In The Hospital-Davis

Christmas…One Year Later

Chapter 1
-JANUARY

Before I even flutter open an eyelid, in those floaty, fuzzy seconds, no, moments before you quite realize you are waking, I already have the sense that I am safe.  With my eyes still closed as my brain warms up like an old-school transistor radio, I analyze why.  The smell, it’s familiar and pleasant.  It’s him and me and clean(ish), smile, sheets.  There is something warm, heavy and a little scratchy in the palm of my hand.  I rub my fingers of that hand together, as they are not pinned down by the heaviness.  Mmmmmm, silky.  When I make an attempt to adjust a bit, I feel held down and realize there is something holding me at my hip.  I am lying on my side and, though a little bit sad to do so, I enter into full consciousness by finally lifting my lids.  It all floods back in a soft warm wave, like I felt bobbing in the ocean on vacation in Florida as a kid.  Wow. What an amazing view to wake up to. The scratchy is the stubble on his beautiful face and the silky is my fingers in his hair. The thing on my hip is a strong firm hand grasping my hipbone. There he is…Mavis.  My brand spanking new, dare I think it…boyfriend.  Whoa.  That’s the first time I’ve even said that in my head and now it’s going to be…fiancée?    His name is not really Mavis.  His name is Davis Brandon and he is, not to overstate in any way, freaking wonderful – green eyes with lashes so thick I used to think it was guyliner, an amazing sexy smirk, body beyond belief, and best of all, the biggest sweetheart ever.  I sigh softly and murmur, “I can do this.  I can SO do this.”  What I’ve just whispered is my mantra.  The words I use to pull myself together when I am anxious and unsure.  I AM a little anxious and unsure.  Who wouldn’t be after the last whirlwind 24 hours?  But I don’t feel in the least panicked.  I feel, for the first time in a long time, content.

“Why are you chanting that?”
  Davis’ sleepy voice questions, his eyes still closed, his face nuzzling my hand.

“Oh, I thought you were still asleep.”

“Why are you saying your mantra?  Is everything okay?” His eyes open and meet mine.  Little worry lines appear between Davis’ brows.

“I’m fine.  I’m more than fine.  I’m with you.”

***

“Not a word.  Not a word to anyone, okay?” I giggle. “I
’m serious.” More giggling.

Davis?  W
ell, he’s kissing my shoulder and agreeing half-heartedly. “Ummm, okay.”

“Seriously, we cannot tell anyone we are getting
….Oh My God…. married.  It sounds crazy.  More crazy than I actually am.  We have never even been on a date.  We have never really been in public together as a couple yet.”  I am earnestly trying to get his attention with my words, my trademark chatter, but it’s not working at all.  He is too interested in sucking on my earlobe and kissing down my neck.  Davis is totally stomping all over my attempts to concentrate. 

“Sssshhhh, Lizard,
Relax….you said you were fine,” Davis says with soothing tones.

“
I HAVE been doing fine, but I swear you are going to trigger a panic attack if you don’t stop that.  I mean I like it, but Mavis, baby, I am overwhelmed by information right now.”

In the past few days, I have broken up with the guy I thought was my boyfriend, confessed my love to my friend (and now boy
friend and, did I say, fiancée? Yes, fiancée), learned of the devastating family tragedy he has endured, made love….
several
times, been holed up in a snowstorm and, yesterday, proposed to.  In general, most of that was pretty positive, but any one of those things in isolation could easily produce a panic attack in me, so all of them at once is, well, yeah, overwhelming.

“I am TRYING
to overwhelm you,” Davis tells me as he pulls the straps of my tank top down, while licking and kissing my shoulders.

“Mmm
m.”  It feels amazing to have his lips on me. “We are not going to get breakfast yet, are we?”

“No, not for at least fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes?”

“Okay, I lied. . . .14 minutes, especially if you keep doing your chatter talking.  I’ll be done before you even have that top off.”  Davis giggles.  Actually giggles.

              He’s wrong.  He already has my top off.  Davis has pushed the straps of my tank top off my arms and pushed it down around my waist.  He is behind me on his knees, kissing from my ear down my neck to my shoulders.  His hands have moved to my now naked breasts.  I have finally stopped talking and am just giving into the feeling.  He cups and fondles my breasts, tugging on my already hardening nipples.  I reach up to put my arms back and around his neck.  I achieve two wonderful sensations this way.  I get to play with and tug at his smooth dark silky hair with my fingers, and I can push my breasts further into his strong capable hands.  The movement causes me to rock slightly forward on my knees and then back, feeling his hardness directly on my lower back.

             
I stutter,  “I think, I…I can wait a while to eat.”

             
“Mmmm, Good.”

             
I have tilted my head around to kiss Davis over my shoulder.  I can’t get at him the way I’d like, but the combination of our kissing, his hands on my breasts and the friction of his cock against my lower back and buttocks is fueling a wild sensation in my core.  One of Davis’ hands moves down between my breasts, sliding down my stomach.  His fingers dance over the top of my black panties, sliding back and forth across the smooth top, teasing, but not going further.

             
Tugging them down my hips with one hand, the other never leaving my breast, he somehow steathily manages to divest me of my panties, while never losing contact.  Still behind me and torturing me with his hands and lips, he moves his hand down to find my now oh-so-sensitive core.  His middle finger pushes onto my clit firmly and slowly, so slowly, he circles and circles.  He slides his finger back, pushing it into me, rotating, gathering wetness and then dragging it back up to again to rotate around my most sensitive place.  The build up is upon me, I am burning with need.  I wish I could touch him more.  I remove one of my hands from his hair and reach behind me to stroke him.  He is long, hard and ready.  I feel it twitch in my hand as I stroke.  We are both so close, moaning together with want.  I want him inside me.  He seems to know because in the next moment he growls in my ear, “Lizard, just let me move you, don’t think, just let me.”

             
“Okay.”  I’m not sure what he is going to do, but I trust him.  I go with it. 

             
He moves his hands to my hips, moving me upward and tilting my pelvis slightly backward.  I feel him under me.  One of his hands directs his firmness into me and I slide down, taking as much of him as I can.  We are kneeling; my back to his front and it feels different, deeper like this.  Still grasping my hips with one hand, with the other he continues his circular assault on my clit.  I can barely keep myself upright.  I want to lurch forward onto my palms the sensation is becoming so strong.

             
“Davis, I’m going to fall… Davis… uh… I… I… Oh MY GOD!”

             
“You feel so fucking good.  Let go, Biz….Let go, Lizard Baby…I’ve got you,”  And he does have me.  He keeps me upright and fused to him, even as I shatter into a million pieces around him.  Calming down all I want to do is see him, kiss him.  It was sensational and I am still experiencing residual vibrations, but I want to look into his eyes.  I can feel that Davis is still hard inside me.

             
“I need to see you, I need to turn around, baby.” I pant at him.

             
“Okay” Davis husks.  Swiftly, in a smooth movement he pulls out of me, causing me to wince, spins me around to face him and is in me once again.  Sitting upright as we are, I can look him in the eyes.  I can get lost in him.  I look at every part of his face and watch as he gazes back intensely.  How did this happen?  How did I get so lucky?  Were all of our individual and mutual heartbreaks just the road to get us here?  I sure hope so.  I rock into him, never breaking eye contact.  I want to see him fall apart for me.  And then, I can’t help myself,  I have to kiss him, be as close to him as possible.  I push him back on the pillow and attack his lips, licking and biting until he opens his mouth to lick and suck my tongue.  The kiss goes on and on, as I buck furiously, trying to elongate and grasp his hardness with every stroke, pull his pleasure out of him.  He breaks the kiss, stills and fixes on me with the most intensity I’ve ever seen from him.  His mouth opens slightly and he groans out, “Lizzzard, Oh Baby.”  I smile down at him.  And he smiles back.  I love watching him.

             
Then I inform him, “Mavis, babe…that was
way
more than fifteen minutes.”  I knew it would be.

*
**

The snow is melting slowly.  Plows have been coming through frequently overnight and our time being snowed i
n is going to be over soon.  I finally got Davis to agree to leave the condo and get some breakfast.  I think my stomach, rumbling louder than a monster truck, convinced him we had to get up and get dressed.  We walk down to The American Bistro, a restaurant about four blocks from his condo.  I’ve never been there before, but have heard good things.  The theme of the restaurant is French bistro, but it serves classic American food in a contemporary way.  When we enter, I get the concept completely.  Four mirrored pillars form a square dining area in the middle of the restaurant, with the menus written in cursive on them.  It’s got bentwood chairs and warm, dark wooden wainscoting.  It’s open, so you can see everyone in the place upon entering, but once you are seated, it’s comfortable and intimate.  I am STARVING.  As we walk to our table, I check out everyone else’s food.  It all smells SO delicious.  Reviewing the creative and expansive menu, I decide on ricotta cheese pancakes.  Evidently, I can have them with any number of toppings, not just the usual butter and syrup.  I select lemon curd and blueberries.  And a side of bacon.  Davis is smiling as I order.

“I have never seen you order that much food before.  Are you sure you can eat it all?”

“Baby, I’m starving.  You see, I have been on this new exercise program, the Total Brandon Horizontal Bop, and it makes me SO hungry,” I keep my face as serious as possible and bite my lip.  Davis is smiling ear to ear.

“You better watch it or those pa
ncakes are going in a To-Go box,” Davis says in his sexy not-so-subtle growl.

Part of me is hoping he’
s serious; the other part is still really hungry…for food.  “Oh my God, you are insatiable aren’t you?  I have got to eat something soon or I’ll pass out, Mav.”

Davis shakes his head and chuckles
, “So now it’s Mav?”

Davis orders his own breakfast.  In the end, he eats all of his and the little bit of
the pancakes I can’t finish.  It’s fun to do something so normal with Davis.  Breakfast.  A breakfast date.  Our first date.  I have to tell Davis something right now.

“You know when you said last night that you are going to marry me?”

Davis frowns a bit.  “Yes, and I meant it.  I love you.  I want to marry you.”

“
And I want to reassure you that I am completely on board with that idea, BUT we cannot tell people about it yet.”

“Why not? I was planning on telling
everyone I run into.  As a matter of fact, I am going to tell everyone in this restaurant, right now,” he moves to stand up.  I grab his elbow and pull him back down in to his seat.  Davis laughs.

“Seriously,
Davis, like I said, we’ve never even been seen out in public together as a couple.  We appeared briefly in the cafeteria at brunch.  This is our first real date.  Here.  Now.”  I appeal to his rational side.

“I don’t know.  We’
ve been talking a pretty serious game, Lizard.  I think we should be honest.”

“And we will be, but I think we need to give everyone else in our l
ives a little time to catch up – our friends… my parents… oh my God… YOUR parents.  Perceptions are other people’s reality.  I don’t want anyone to think you are some rebound hook-up after Jake.  Or that I “stole” you away from Kathleen.  I think we need to date.”  I add in a princess voice,   “I need to be courted.”

“You want to be courted?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes, Lizard
baby, I do.  We’re going to do this right.  I wasn’t lying.  I want everyone, I mean everyone in the entire world, to know I love you, that you are
the
one,
my
one… and when the time is right, we will tell everyone we are going to be together…forever.  No more secrets.”

No
more secrets.  Except I think I am harboring a big one, maybe even from myself.  I can’t confirm my suspicions about the night before my dad came to rescue me last year.  The night before I snuck out of Randall’s house, the place where my ex-boyfriend, Neil, dumped me with his creepy friend, the end of Junior year.  I have no real memory of that night – other than passing out, I guess, waking up naked, and running away from Randall to hide in a coffee shop for six hours until my dad arrived.  I worked all last summer with my counselor, Dr. Matt, trying to recall that night. All I feel is something creeping in along the fringes of my mind.  The feeling leaves me unsettled.