Misguided Truths: Part Two (Misjudged #4) (20 page)

“Do you need me to help, Brandon?” Alyssa asks, looking and sounding just as upset as I am. “Maybe we should have told her what we were doing before it got this far.” She stares at the ground, her arms crossed over her chest. I didn’t think I’d ever see the day when Alyssa would look close to tears. But, here it is.

“No, I can manage,” I throw all my things inside my empty case, and risk a glance over at her. “If she doesn’t trust me now then she’s never gonna. I tried. I failed. That’s all there is to it.” I add, and fasten the case before throwing it over my shoulder and heading back out the room.

When I make it o
ver to the main door, I hear Alexis sobbing behind me. They’re muffled, and when I turn around, I see her looking right at me. I shake my head, close my eyes, summon a deep breath, and walk right out the door.

***

This is ridiculous.

I launch my case across the room
, and throw myself back on my bed. It’s cold. It’s dark. And it’s not her bed. When I first got back to my dorm, I paced the entire room at least fifty times. I never thought when I woke up this morning that it would be the last time I’d be waking up with her beside me. I thought she was gonna be there every morning. Hell, I thought she was gonna be there every night.

She honestly believed that I was screwing around with her best friend? No disrespect to Alyssa, but she’s not my type at all. But, even if she was, I still wouldn’t have done what Alexis has accused the both of us of. I love her. Just her. Nobody else.

I need to get outta here. Go for a walk or something.

It’s midnight already, and there’s not a single person around the place. I take a seat on one of the benches outside my building, one of the ones opposite to hers. Her light’s already off. Do you think she’s sleeping? Yeah, probably not.

She doubted my feelings for her. All I wanted was a second chance at being happy again. I should’ve pushed her away. I shouldn’t have let her get close. I should never have opened up or allowed her in. The one and only reason why I moved here was to find some answers, but I ended up falling for someone. I ended up falling for her.

My cell phone vibrates
, and I see Alyssa’s name flashing on the screen, “Alyssa.” We speak for a couple of minutes, or at least, she does, before we end the call.

You know what? I always thought she was a bit of an airhead, but, she’s just made a very valid point. We lied to Alexis, she found out, why would she trust a damn thing we told her after that? Not only that, though. What’s the number one thing I didn’t give her? The one thing she needed as some kinda reassurance? The thing I couldn’t give her at the time, and the only thing I can do now if I want her to know just how much I’m in love with her? Yep, you’ve guessed right. It’s time. No more waiting. I
’ve gotta do this. No more hiding. It’s time to prove to her just how much she really means to me.

I knock the door several times
, and it’s Alyssa who opens it up wide. There’s a reassuring smile etching over her lips as I step inside the doorway, “Where is she?” I ask, my left leg jiggling some. “Have you spoken to her?

She shakes her head, “No, she went straight to her room and cried herself to sleep, at least, I think she’s asleep. I’m not sure. I can’t hear her anymore, anyway.”

“Could you maybe go and get her for me?” I bring my eyes to meet with hers, and she rubs her hand over my shoulder briefly, nodding her head a couple of times before turning to walk away.

“Alexis!” Alyssa bangs on her bedroom door while calling out her name. “Alexis, please open the door!”

I see the door slowly open, and Alexis taking a small, hesitant step forward. “What is …?” She sees me, and I realize this is it. It’s now or never. Is she worth this? You bet your ass she is.

“Can we talk, please?”
Deep breaths, man, Deep breaths. Just say it. You can do this. She’s worth this.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m sorry I called you Alex, although that is your name … I didn’t realize it would upset you.” I take a step forward and close the door behind me, never once allowing my eyes to leave hers. “I’m sorry you thought I would do that to you. I’m sorry that I’ve been out most nights. I’m sorry—”

“He’s sorry,” Alyssa nudges her arm with her elbow
, and shoots me an encouraging smile. And there I was, all this time, thinking that she was the most selfish person I’ve ever met in my entire life. She’s misunderstood, that’s all.

“Where d
id you go so late each night?” Her voice is tight, but at least she’s willing to hear me out. Earlier I thought she was the one to blame in all of this, but, now I know that it’s mainly my fault. If I kiss her, she’ll know how deeply I feel about her. I lied. If she’d lied, and I found out, well, I think I may have reacted a hell of a lot worse than she did. If you think about it, her actions were pretty tame in comparison.

“Back at m
y dorm,” I roll back on my heel, and feel my shoulders tense. “You see, I couldn’t spend time with you, knowing I was lying to you, but, the reason I lied was because it was supposed to be a surprise.” I let out a deep breath, and run my hands through my hair. It’s her turn now.

“The hotel?” S
he glances between the two of us again, and Alyssa shakes her head as I take another step closer to them. I see Alyssa say something to Alexis, and then she heads to her room, leaving the both of us alone.

“Something else, other than the hotel. I was writing you a song. I was going to, next week at the show, I was going to sing it to you for your birthday before taking you to the hotel.” Have you ever seen or heard anybody look or sound this nervous before? Well, neit
her have I.

“But
you said you don’t sing anymore.”

Everything I had planned, all
of the surprises I had for her are out in the open now. I may as well just tell her. I rest my hands on my waist, and let out a deep sigh, tilting my head toward the ceiling, “There were a lot of things I didn’t do until I met you.”
Don’t give up on us now.
“You’re my light, Alexis. I can’t be without you. I want you, and only you, forever. I need your permission, beautiful.” Wow, even my voice is showing how desperate I am for this not to be over.

“My permission?” I lower my head
, and see a look of confusion wash over her face.

“I’m dying over here,” I tell her, my
voice shaking as my knees threaten to buckle beneath me. “I need to kiss you. Right here. Right now.”

Her eyes widen
, and I see they’re searching mine from afar, “Yes! Dammit, kiss me already!”
Thank fuck.

I s
tart walking over to her, and see her take a couple of steps away while reaching for her bedroom door. Once we’re inside, I close the door behind us, and then slowly turn around to face her.

This is it. Finally. I thread my fingers through her hair
, and tilt her head back until I can see directly into her eyes, “I love you, beautiful,” I say quietly, leaning in closer. I hear her breath catch when my lips gently skim over hers. “Forever, Alexis.” I whisper against her mouth, while skimming my fingers over her neck. That pounding sound? Yep. Not my dick this time. Nope. That’ll be my heart rate going into overdrive.

I keep my gaze firmly fixed
on hers, “Forever.” She whispers that one word, closes her eyes, and I feel her hands rest on my waist. My gaze falls to her lips, and I run my tongue along my lips before gently pressing mine on hers.

She opens her mouth
, and I slide my tongue inside. Doing this, with her, it feels like I can finally breathe again. It’s almost as though I haven’t had air in my lungs for the past eighteen months.
Damn, she tastes good
. I place one of my hands behind her head, and grip onto her waist with the other. She brings her hands around until they’re resting on my chest, and I plunge my tongue deeper inside her mouth, drinking in everything she’s willing to give me, and smile when she moans into my mouth.

She pushes me back
ward until her whole body is practically pinning me against her bedroom door, and I feel her fingers running through my hair. I tighten my grip on her waist, and pull her closer to me. Her breasts are firmly pressing against my chest, my dick is resting against her stomach.

A burning sensation runs through my
veins; like hot, raging flames are igniting the whole of my body. I want her. Now. But, I can’t. Not yet. I pull away and see the brightness in her eyes, “Was it worth waiting for?” She asks as I trail soft kisses over her lips and down her neck.

“Without a doubt,” I mumble against the crook of her neck, and she takes a hold of my hand, walking backward and pulling me with her directly toward the …
the bed.

“I love you,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulders before turning me around. She nudges me until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, and then straddles my lap, wrapping her legs firmly around me.
Oh, fuck. Self-control needed over here. Now.
“Make love to me.” She murmurs, and I pull away so I can search her eyes. Dammit. Dammit.
Fuck
! I swallow, hard, and inwardly count to three. Nope, it’s no use. Maybe I should count to a million.

“I … no, I mean …”
Oh, hell.
She’s grinding against me now. This is hard. No, not my penis. Well, actually yeah, I do have the biggest hard on known to mankind right in this second, but that’s not what I meant. I wanna say yes, but, I have to say no, and she’s really not making this any easier for me, especially when she’s looking at me the way she is.

“Change your mind yet?”

“You’re fucking killing me …” I squeeze my eyes closed before shuffling down the bed, grasping at her waist as I lift her up in my arms. I turn her around, and then lower her back down on the bed. When she lays back, I swear my mind just flashed up an image of her sprawled across her bed …
naked.

I crawl up her body
, and rest my elbows on either side of her face, my eyes meeting with hers again. Just as I’m about to lean down and kiss her, she pulls at my waist until my body is against hers.
Oh, she really doesn’t need to be
—yep, she’s doing it alright. She’s grinding, right against my …
No. No, don’t moan
. She’s not playing nice. What should be fair play is actually turning into foreplay. Dammit, and now I’m pressing myself against her, but hell this feels so fucking good.

When she wraps her legs up around my waist, she pulls me
down until my lips are firmly over hers again. I close my eyes and flick my tongue, a deeper sensation filling my veins when she grabs at my ass, pulling me hard up against her.

This is gonna get outta control at any second, and as much as I wanna see her writhing underneath me while I’m buried deep inside her, I’m not gonna allow for that to happen. Knowing that I have the option to feel her wetness encasing my hardness, and that I’m gonna have to decline the invitation of slipping my length inside her, I let out a groan before bringing my mouth to
ward her ear, “On your birthday.” I whisper before bringing my lips back to hers.

“One week,” she rolls her eyes as I climb off of her. When I go to stand up, I see worry etching across her face. She sits up
, her eyes narrowing on me, “Where are you going?”

I go to grab the handle of the door and spin around, shrugging my sho
ulders nonchalantly, “My place.” I answer with a smirk. “I need to go and get my things.”

“You’re moving back in?” I would say she doesn’t look so happy about asking that very question, but I can’t. I
t’d be a lie. She wants me here just as much as I wanna be here.

“Well, your snoring kinda became hypnotic,” I snicker, and laugh louder when she throws her pillow right at me. I shoot her a wide smile as I open up the door. “I’ll be right back.” I say, throw her a wink, and then hurry out of the dorm. The sooner I get back there, the sooner I’ll be back beside her. Where I should’ve been all along.

It’s finally Alexis’ birthday, and I don’t think I can put in words just how nervous I’ve been feeling since we woke up together this morning. The good news is that she loved the necklace I got for her. But, I didn’t stop there, and I’m really hoping she’s not gonna be mad with me when she sees what else I did. Yeah, maybe the necklace and hotel would’ve been enough, but I wanna prove to her just how serious I am about our relationship, and I think this’ll show her how deep my feelings have really become. Even before we officially became a couple, she’s always doubted my feelings toward her, and I don’t want ever want her to doubt me again. As far as I’m concerned, she’s the one. Right, I know. We’re young, I totally get that. But, all I can tell you is that I never wanna be away from her. I want her to wake up in my arms every morning, and I want her to be the last person I see at night.

“Let me get that,” I say when I see her struggling to grab her case from out of the trunk. “Geez! What did you pack in this thing?” We’re staying in the hotel for one night.
One
. So why in the hell does her case feel so damn heavy?

“Essentials,” she answers with a shrug of her shoulders, and then she links her arm around mine as we make our way
toward the main entrance of the hotel. “Didn’t you need to bring a bag or anything with you?” She pauses by the bottom step, and I see that her eyebrows are already deeply furrowed when she turns to face me.

What she doesn’t know is that I already stopped by here this afternoon while she was at the spa with Alyssa. It was perfectly organized. Alyssa gifted her a spa afternoon
, and kept Alexis busy just long enough for me to be able to get everything set up.

I went into the city and got another tattoo, the third thing I was telling you about, and then headed straight over here once I’d picked up my guitar from the dorm. I promised that I’d sing to her at the college show, but because I wasn’t able to take part in the end, I thought that I’d do it tonight, while we’re alone. Yeah, I’m gonna do it. For the first time since the night Holly died, I’m gonna sing one of the songs I wrote for Alexis. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea
for you to ask me what I’m nervous about the most. The tattoo, singing for her, or … yeah,
the sex.

“Are you okay?” she asks, and tugs my hand when I let out an audible gulp just from the thought of being inside
her. “Brandon?” I shake my head, and try and throw her a smile.

“Sure I am,” I answer, and notice her face immediately softe
n as we head inside. As we approach the desk, the clerk smiles, “Hi. We have one of the penthouse suites booked for th—"

“Mr. and Mrs. Taylor?” What the fuck did she just say? Yeah, my eyes just widened to about the same size as my jaw when it hit the floor just now. “Penthouse suite five zero seven.” She offers the keycard over, but I can’t move. What she just said has winded me, and the only thing that gains my attention back is Alexis digging me in the side with her elbow.

She reaches out and accepts the card while I swear in my mind to get Alyssa back for booking our room under those names. Is she trying to kill my boner before it’s even had a chance to flourish? “Brandon, are you ready?” I bring my eyes over on Alexis, and notice that she’s trying to place the card in my hand.

“Do you wanna
maybe go and grab some dinner or something before we head up?” I ask her, and damn my voice for shaking the way it just did. I shouldn’t be this anxious about what we’re about to do. I’ve gotta keep reminding myself that I’ve done this before, heaps of times. It’s Alexis who hasn’t.

“No, we just ate on our way over here,
remember?” she’s eyeing me curiously, and the last thing I wanna do is make her think that I’m trying to postpone this. Am I? Am I trying to delay this? “Do you … have you changed your mind about—?” I see her swallow, her eyes widen up, and the worry that’s starting to filter into her eyes.

“Come on let’s go,” I interrupt her
, and usher her toward the elevator. I’m being a pussy. Yeah, it’ll all be okay.
Deep breaths, man. Long, deep breaths.

When we make it onto the top floor, I place my hand on the small of her back and keep it there
, because for some reason, touching her is making me feel a whole lot more at ease. I place the bag down when we reach our room, and swipe the keycard along the sensor that’s on the wall by the door. After we step inside, she waits for me while I close the door behind us, and then we walk down the hallway toward the sitting area. I watch Alexis head straight toward the floor to ceiling windows, and smile when I see her looking out over the Seattle skyline.

Placing her case down by one of the couches, I walk slowly over to join her, taking a couple of deep breaths before I reach her, “Brandon, this is incredible,” she says wh
en I step up behind her. I wrap my arms firmly around her waist, and I’ve gotta admit, the view is unbelievable. You can see the space needle in the distance, and the city lights are lighting up the night sky. “I mean, it’s just—”

“You’re more breathtaking than the view,” I lean forward and whisper by her ear
, taking her earlobe in-between my teeth. What? There’s no way I can keep my hands off of her now even if I wanted to.

I frown when I hear her starting
to laugh. Is she mocking me? “Those are the exact same words you said to me when we were down by the lake during the ball,” she explains as I bend down a little lower, and start running kisses over her neck and shoulders. Yeah, I remember, and a smile creeps over my lips when I think back to that night. I cursed myself for days for going, but really I should’ve been thanking both Rach and Mark. If it wasn’t for them being so persistent, then I wouldn’t be standing here now with her in my arms, ready to have …
crap.
I think I need a minute to calm the fuck down.

“Well, then they must be t
rue,” I twist her around until she’s facing me. “I’m gonna take your bag to the bedroom. Why don’t you go ahead and grab some champagne from the bar over there?” I kiss the end of her nose before grabbing her case, and make a beeline for the master suite.

When I step inside the bedroom, I place her case at the end of the bed
, and take a look around. Yeah, this is pretty fucking awesome. I made sure one of the maids came in here to set the rest up just before we arrived. The white candles are already lit, flickering dim light around the room, and red rose petals are spread out over the cream satin bed sheets.
Happy Birthday, beautiful.

My eyes land back on her case, and curiosity finally gets the better of me. I wanna see what she’s packed inside her bag. You’d think we were planning on staying here for a week from the weight of this thing.

Once I’ve unzipped the case, I lift the lid, and my mouth drops open when I see what’s laying on the top.
Oh boy.

Unpacking the rest of her bag, I leave the lace lingerie that’s already making me semi hard on the edge of the bed, and make my way through to the bathroom to get undressed.

Once I’ve stripped out of my clothes and thrown on one of the hotels robes, I head back through to the bedroom, and notice that Alexis is standing just inside the doorway with a glass of champagne in each hand. I walk over and take them from her, carry them over to the bed, and place one on each of the nightstands on either side of the ginormous bed.

I turn around
, see that she’s gazing at the underwear, and head over to pick the minuscule panties and bra up before walking slowly toward her.
You look just as nervous as I’m feeling, beautiful.
“Why don’t you go and …?”
Oh, this is gonna be good.
I take a deep breath and bring my eyes back to hers. She takes them from me, and gives me a small smile before turning and heading through to the bathroom.

My heart
’s pounding and my palms are sweating. My dick is twitching and my mouth’s going dry.
Drink. I need a drink.

I climb into the middle of the bed
, and grab one of the flutes, immediately taking a gulp of champagne so I can at least try and steady my nerves.
Better.
There’ll be no way in hell that I’ll be able to do anything if I don’t try and compose myself. Who’d have thought it, huh? Brandon Taylor nervous about having sex. Wow, how the times have fucking changed.

The bathroom door swings slowly open, and when I see her stepping into the room wearing the lingerie set, wearing only the bra and little panties, I seem to lose control of the whole of my body and bolt forward, tipping some of the champagne over me. I should clean it up, I know I should, but I can’t. There’s no way
I can take my eyes away from her almost naked body. When starts to walk over here, my eyes roam lower, and my gaze rests at the apex of her thighs. “Fuck. You look …” Yeah, that hot that I can’t even manage to get my words out. I have the most breathtakingly beautiful girlfriend
ever
. And I think that it’s safe to admit that I’m feeling excited, you know …
there.
In fact, it’s actually starting to hurt from all the blood that’s rushed lower in such a short space of time.

She takes the glass from out of my hand, and leans over me, placing it back down on the nightstand. Her doing this is giving me a very up close and personal view of her breasts, and I gotta touch her. I stroke my hand up the inside of her thigh, keeping my eyes firmly fixed on the lace. I feel her trying to move back, but there’s no way I’m gonna let her move further away from me. Now that she’s right here, looking the way she is, well, I don’t think that I’m
gonna be able to keep myself off of her for the rest of the night
and
morning. I grab her by the hips, and pull her down until she’s sitting on my waist, with one leg on either side.

I lick my lips, and sit up a little straighter, pressing myself against her to make her aware of exactly what she’s doing to me. She
leans back and narrows her eyes, “Why do you get to keep that on when I’m sitting in these?” she asks while trying to open up the robe.

“I’ve, um …” I close my eyes because she’s about to open up her third gift. Get your mind out of the gutter. I know what you’re thinking. But, no. We’re not there …
yet.
“I have one more surprise.” She sits back, and I slide my arms from out of the robe.

Her eyes widen, but I’m not so sure whether this is a good sign, or a bad one, “You got another tattoo? When?”

“This afternoon. It’s still a little sore so you’re gonna have to go easy on me,” I grin while positioning her a little more central over me. She leans in closer, her lips slightly parting.

“Forever?” She whispers, tracing her fingers around the design.

“Forever,” I mumble, and try to read her. I need to know what she’s thinking because at the moment she’s not exactly forthcoming with a clear reaction or many words. “I love you, Alexis.”

She bounces up and down a couple of time, and I’d be lying if I were to tell you that her breasts didn’t look good bouncing with her.
Damn, I love her boobies almost as much as I love life itself
, “I want one too, exactly the same! In the morning, I want you to take me to get one of those! Wait, does it hurt?”

I laugh when
I see that she’s starting to look worried, and run my fingers up to cup her face when she leans down to kiss me. With her lips over mine, I run my hand lower, and take her breast in my hand while skimming my fingers lightly over her naval. But, I don’t stop there. I’ve gotta feel her. I trail my fingers lower until my hand cups in-between her legs. Why does today feel like it’s my birthday? Well, maybe because I’m one hell of a lucky son of a bitch.

When she starts grinding herself ag
ainst my thumb, my dick throbs, and I know I’m gonna have to stop her before I come right this second, “You’d better stop that right now or I’m not gonna last longer than five minutes!” I growl out, and flip her over until she’s laying on her back beneath me.

Stroking my right hand through her hair, I run my other one lower
, and rest it by the top of her thighs again. I can feel her excitement even through her panties, and I bite down hard on my lip to distract myself from wanting to rip them right off of her. Do I wanna take her right this second? Oh, yeah, but, I know I can’t. We’ve gotta do this slow. Take our time and learn about each other. 

She closes her eyes
, and lifts her hips a little higher when my fingers slip over her. They’re in the way. She shouldn’t be allowed to wear these things. I move back and climb off of the bed, offering my hand out to her. I want all of her clothes off. I need to see every goddamn inch of her. Once we’re both standing, I kneel down and place my hands on her hips, rolling my tongue over her panties while keeping my eyes firmly on hers. She’s watching me, and I wanna be able to see the look in her eyes when I do this.

I trace my tongue over her, moving higher this time until I reach her waist, and veer to the right, smiling when I take her panties in-betwe
en my teeth. Dragging them down, I can smell her sweet scent when I tug them lower, past her knees, until they’re resting on the floor by her feet.

She steps out of them as I stand, and I wrap my arms around her, reaching for the clip so I can take the remaining lace away from her body. I slide the straps down her arms, and when I see her watching me and her tongue running slowly over her lips, I c
rash mine on hers, a growl escaping from deep within my chest. She flicks her tongue against mine, and grabs for my robe, pulling it off of me with a little force until we’re both fully naked.