In My Head (17 page)

This kiss felt as if he was making love to my mouth. His tongue swept through my lips, connecting with mine and made me sink into him further. The hand between my legs started moving roughly against my cloth covered pussy. When he would pass over my clit, I would mewl in response.

Telling him all he needed to know, he started to take off my shirt, then my bra, and then he pulled his hand away and grunted out, “Take your pants and shoes off.” Then went to work on freeing himself from his own pants.

I toed my shoes off, and pushed my leggings down with my panties and shoved them off my feet. He pushed his seat all the way back and reclined it a little bit. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me towards him and helped me straddle him. I held myself up a little with my hands on the headrest beside his head.

Bronson reached between us and grabbed a hold of his cock and lined himself up with my entrance. When I feel him push up a tiny bit, I let go and slam myself down on him.

“Fuck, what are you trying to do? Go easy,” he grunts. I look up at him from under my eyelashes. Inwardly cheering at the faraway look he has on his face.

“Are
you
ready, Bronson?” I quirk my eyebrow at him, and wait for him to acknowledge me.

Grinning, he leisurely grabs onto my hips and tells me, “Go for it, sweetheart.”

Lifting myself up, I slam back down onto him, only to do it again. I set a punishing pace, that strains my legs, making me feel like it was leg day at the gym. He starts meeting me thrust for thrust, when I come down he slams his hips up to meet me. It feels like he’s hitting that elusive G-spot, making me whimper.

Bronson knows exactly what he’s doing with his cock. The last time left me more than sated, and now this time is promising to do the same thing. When I feel myself getting close, I tell him, that way he can come with me.

“Ughhh, I’m getting close. Are you close?”

“That’s all it takes to get you off, sweetheart? I don’t even get to play more? No, I’m not even close to wanting to get off. Climb into the back seat, little one.”

I scoff, he’s wants me to fit my ass through the center of these seats and into the back? Effectively putting my ass directly in his face until I can get myself back there and situated.

“Yes, right now.” He delivers a smack to my ass and helps me off his cock and practically throws me in the back seat. It doesn’t take long for him to hop over into the passenger seat, then leans back towards the driver’s seat and pushes the seat up towards the steering wheel as far as it will go.

He crawls into the backseat and squats down on the floor on the driver’s side. His hands guide me, positioning me where he wants me: my head towards the passenger side of the vehicle and my hips angled towards him. My thighs quiver when I feel his hands along the inside of them. I stare down my body, straight into a pair of blue eyes. Eyes that haunt my dreams. Eyes that have the power to change everything.

We hold eye contact as he lowers his head, pushing my thighs as wide as he can get them. The first lick has my hips jerking against his face, desperate for him to push me over the edge. And with the preliminary fucking in the front seat it really wouldn’t take much. I feel him hum against me, making appreciative noises. Showing me he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

I squirm against his mouth as he devours me. Reaching my hands down, I grab ahold of his hair, pulling him tighter against me. But he shakes my hands out of his hair. He pulls his face away from my pussy, and looks up at me.

“I got this under control down here, I don’t need you guiding my head to get me where you need me. I’ll get you off when I’m ready for you to get off.” He grins at me and lowers his head back down and starts sucking on my clit as he slides a long finger inside of me. I reach my hands out and grab onto the seat of the car. Trying to hold myself still, so maybe he’ll focus on my clit more, instead of bringing me right to the brink then edging off.

“Ohgodohgodohgod.” Is this only coherent thought I am capable of right now. Finally, he nips my clit and sucks it into his mouth, fucking me harder with his fingers and I come on a long scream. He immediately pulls away from me, and I instantly feel the loss of his fingers. I’m not left empty long, in one hard thrust he’s filling me to the hilt.

But this time is different. He doesn’t pull out and thrust back in hard. Bronson slowly pulls out and pushes his way back in inch by gorgeous inch. He lowers himself on his forearms, awkwardly in the car, and kisses me with such passion. It’s a slow exploring kiss. Like he’s trying to consume my soul with every swipe of his tongue.

With each deep thrust, I’m finding myself in so much trouble.

I’VE BEEN MORE AND
more tired lately. No matter how long my good mood lasted from meeting my dad, it seems I’m slipping right back down into the rabbit hole. Cliché? Yes, but that’s how I feel. Like I’m slipping, down a deep, dark path that no one can save me from. I just keep setting myself up for failure. Keeping myself in the house, thinking about the little baggie of pills I have upstairs, and Bronson.

God, Bronson. He is going to the sole reason my entire life falls apart. But, every time I see him, it’s like a breath of fresh air. Like everything is right in the world, that nothing bad could ever happen. But you know what they say about karma. She’s a spiteful bitch.

I’m lying on the couch, listening to Kay scream and run around the house. Kody is in his exersaucer in front of me, dozing away. Every once in a while a high pitched scream will make him jerk awake, but then two seconds later he’s losing the battle to his eyes once again.

That little boy looks just like his daddy. I hope he grows up to be just like him too.

It’s a Friday afternoon, I’m not sure when Ben is going to be home tonight. But he did tell me he’s taking the weekend off and that he’s taking us away. He won’t tell me where we’re going at all. And I fucking hate surprises. Every time I text asking him where we’re going, he just texts back to stop worrying.

Well, that’s easier said than done. Asshole.

I pack throughout the afternoon, for myself and Ben. At least I know that he’ll match wherever we end up going. I have enough outfits for the weekend plus a couple extra. If he would just tell me where we’re going, I would be able to efficiently plan. But, you know, surprises.

When Ben finally walks in the door, he comes straight to the couch and sits down next to me. Pulling Kody out of his exersaucer, he holds him up in the air and starts talking to him. Making Kody squeal and blow bubbles all over the place. And I can’t help but grin.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” My curiosity is killing me. Clearly.

He gives me side eyes and grins. “We’re leaving really early in the morning so we need to take the kids out to your parents’ tonight.”

He hands Kody over to me, and stands up from the couch. “That’s it? Nothing? No hints at all?”

That mischievous grin splits his face again. “Nope. Kay! Want to come help Daddy pack your bag for Gramma’s this weekend?”

Her excited squeal peels through the living room along with the sounds of her feet hitting the hardwood as she runs to Ben. He swings her into the air and catches her, and they both head up the stairs. I wrinkle my nose at my evasive husband.

I glance down at my baby. “What do you say if we go get you a bag ready for Gramma, buddy?”

I stand up from our couch, and make my way upstairs too. Walking into Kody’s room, I put him down on the floor so he can play. Grabbing extra outfits, I add more to his diaper bag, making sure she would have everything she needs for him this weekend.

When the bag is packed, I take it downstairs and set it next to the front door, next to mine and Ben’s suitcases. Kay’s will follow soon. And then we’ll be off to my mom’s. Then I’ll be that much closer to finding out where the hell I’m going.

“NEW ORLEANS? REALLY?”
I give my delusional husband a look of disbelief. I’m pretty sure he’s lost his mind. We’re not party people now, we used to be. But we’re parents now. Parents don’t go party in New Orleans.

His booming laugh flows through the check in area of the airport. “Why not New Orleans? We both need a weekend away, and what better place to spend it than in a city that is a constant party.”

“But there?” Ben chuckles and turns away from me. He finishes checking us in with the nice lady manning the desk this morning. I’m sure she’s tired of listening me to complain about going on vacation.

After receiving our boarding passes and our luggage is checked, we head in the direction of TSA. I’m trying to not be excited about the prospect of just being away this weekend. I was somewhat hoping for a beach, but I guess I’ll take what I can get.

Once we both go through the safety check, Ben takes me to a Starbucks close to our gate. I’m not one that loves flying, so I tend to drink a bunch of caffeine before we get on a plane, which usually has my bladder screaming at me forty-five minutes into our flight.

We walk up to the barista and order. Ben ordering a black coffee and a caramel frappuccino for me. Drinks in hand, we walk back towards our gate and sit in the hard plastic chairs. I stare out the window at all the taxying planes. My nervousness growing by the minute, until I’m bouncing my leg up and down. It takes Ben placing his hand on my leg to get me to stop.

“Babe, calm down.” He shakes his head and takes a sip of his coffee, which immediately makes him sputter because it’s so hot. All I do is laugh. Serves him right. “Yeah, laugh it up.”

I relax back into my chair, taking a sip of my cold drink. Thanking God that I don’t order hot drinks ninety percent of the time.

The next thing I knew, it was time for us to board our plane. As soon as I sat down, I plugged in my ear buds so I could drown out everything happening on the plane. The plane ride itself goes without incident, thank the lord. I even thanked the pilot when we got off the plane.

We grab our bags from the luggage carousel, and walk out into the stifling heat of New Orleans. “Holy shit, it’s so much more humid here than it is back in Ohio.”

“Well, yeah. We’re right next to the Gulf. And it’s the middle of August, what did you expect?” Ben is always great with the sarcasm.

I narrow my eyes and point a finger at his chest. “Don’t you start with me already, Ben Morris. I’m not in the mood for your shit. I’m in the mood to get to wherever we’re staying, changing my clothes and going exploring.”

Grabbing my finger, that was only inches from poking him in the chest, he pulls me in close to him. “I will get you to the hotel, and allow you to change. But I’m going to get you drunk baby, so I can take advantage of you later.” He winks and kisses me quick on the lips. The kiss was so quick it didn’t even give me time to kiss him back.

He hails us a cab, we load our stuff into the trunk and hop in the back seat. The cabbie takes off, driving at an alarmingly fast pace, weaving in and out of traffic the entire time. This is almost putting me on edge more than being on the plane did. I’m holding onto Ben’s leg for dear life, trying to keep myself from being thrown around the back with every turn.

A little while later, and we pull up a hotel in the French Quarter. Let me tell you, you see pictures but it doesn’t do this place justice. It looks every bit like you’ve brought a little bit of France over here. I’m sure that’ll change once everyone starts partying tonight, but for now it’s like your own little slice of paradise.

“This hotel is just a couple blocks from Bourbon Street, so it’ll be easy for us to navigate around and not get lost with driving,” Ben tells me as we grab our suitcases.

I can’t stop myself from looking around constantly, even though Ben is trying to usher me inside our hotel. “That was probably smart of you. You know I don’t like driving in places that I’m unfamiliar with. Especially you, because you’re an aggressive driver already.”

He raises his eyebrows, and exclaims, “You think
I’m
an aggressive driver? That’s funny coming from you.” I follow him into the hotel, giving up trying to take in all the scenery right then. We’ll have plenty of time for me to discover all there is.