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February 17, 2013
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February 10, 2013
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I want to tell you the worst Valentine’s Day I ever had! Keep in mind that my birthday is the day after…February 15th.
Anywho, I go out on a date with a guy… I don’t even remember where we went. I had been out with him before–played poker with him down the street at a mutual friend’s house many times, he had cooked me dinner at his house once…anyway, after the date, he called me and told me that he was still not over his dead girlfriend and couldn’t date anyone. I was so confused and not to say I am mean but the girlfriend died years prior. I get that he was sad because it was Valentine’s day but yeah that sucked. Needless to say, I was single for my birthday! Hmmm I wonder what happened to that guy?
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Valentine's Giveaway
Hey all! Welcome to my blog for the Valentine's Blog Hop brought to you by Release Day Diva!
I want to tell you the worst Valentine's Day I ever had! Keep in mind that my birthday is the day after...February 15th.
Anywho, I go out on a date with a guy... I don't even remember where we went. I had been out with him before--played poker with him down the street at a mutual friend's house many times, he had cooked me dinner at his house once...anyway, after the date, he called me and told me that...
January 28, 2013
Wanted – Chapter One
Do not read this if you have not read or finished Where I Need to Be (book one of the B&S Series). Chapter One of Wanted starts off where book one ended exactly and will spoil the ending of Where I Need to Be.
Please keep in mind this may or may not change with final edits before being released.
WANTED
CHAPTER ONE
I have always heard that when you are about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. It starts off just like any other day. You wake up, go to work and go through the same motions just like you had the day before. Only the day doesn’t end the way you had planned.
Yesterday, when I was fighting for my life from Brandon’s crazy ex-girlfriend, Christy, the thought of him asking me to move in with him didn’t even occur to me. I only saw visions of the last three months we had spent together flash through my head. From the first time he smiled at me when I found myself on the treadmill next to him at his gym to the last time we kissed before he left for Seattle with Jason to close the deal on the new gym.
As I was prepared to do anything to keep our relationship safe, there was no way in hell I would have let Christy win in her desperate attempt to compete with me for Brandon. Deep down I found part of myself almost wishing that she hadn’t survived the fall and stab wound. However, as I am not a violent and vindictive person by nature, I could never really wish physical harm to come to her or any other person.
Who in their right mind would try to kill someone to get their ex back and what did she really think would happen if she succeeded? What if I had died and she had disposed of my body like Dexter does to his victims? Was she so demented, twisted and disconnected from reality that she could believe Brandon would think I had left him without a word? Left Ryan? Left all of my life here behind? It just didn’t make sense and it didn’t really seem as though she had thought everything through as she claimed.
Now we were left with the ugly stains of her blood ingrained in Brandon’s hardwood floors at the bottom of his stairs…stairs that we would have to walk up every night to go to bed. We took turns scrubbing the round blood stained spot for over an hour, but no matter how hard we scrubbed, we could still see her blood. To anyone else, it would look like nothing much other than a water stain if they saw anything at all. So when Brandon told me he wanted to sell his condo, I completely understood and wholeheartedly agreed. But now he had asked the question I had least expected but so desperately wanted to scream “yes” to.
“Spencer?” Brandon spoke again, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah?” I replied as I refocused on his face.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, you heard me or yes, you want to move in with me? Because you know that we spend every night together anyway and it will take a few months or more to sell this place and then buy a new place for us.”
“Yes, I want to move in with you.”
“You do?” Brandon’s face lit up as he smiled from ear to ear.
“Yes! Of course I want to live together and find our place,” I said as I threw myself into his lap and hugged him tight as if he was going to vanish at any moment from my arms. “But we need to talk to Ryan about you moving into my house while we find our place because we definitely aren’t staying here!”
I knew Ryan wouldn’t care. Since she and Max were back together and already busy planning their wedding, she was rarely home anyway. I just wanted to give her the courtesy of a heads up that we would be staying there until we found our own place together.
“Okay, well I am going to pack clothes for the rest of the weekend at least,” Brandon said kissing my lips softly.
Was I crazy for wanting to move in with someone after only dating him for three months? I could honestly say that more shit had happened in the span of those three months than would normally occur in anyone’s lifetime. I’m not only talking about the whole “trying not to die from a crazy person with a knife” thing, but Brandon and I had now formed such a strong bond in a short amount of time. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with him and what better way than to live with him and find out how truly tight our bond is.
“I guess this means I don’t get to go shopping this weekend, huh?” I pouted while I folded a shirt and put it in my duffel bag.
“Why is that?”
“Well now we are going to be sharing one closet and it is much smaller than your gigantic walk-in,” I said as I waved in the direction of his closet.
“True. Bright side is your clothes will be in one place now.”
“That’s not the only bright side!” I said as I playfully smacked his ass.
“I’m glad you’re in a better mood, Babe,” he said as he lightly kissed my lips on his way to his dresser.
“I still can’t believe Christy tried to kill me.”
“I know…I have no idea what I would have done if she had killed you. I would probably be in a jail cell awaiting my own murder trial.”
I wrapped my arms around Brandon and hugged him tight as tears started to well in my eyes. One minute I was fine with what had happened only a few hours earlier and the next I was an emotional wreck. Hearing Brandon tell me that he would have killed for me tugged at my heart and I knew there was nowhere else I would rather be for the rest of my life.
“Come on, let’s go talk to Ryan and then try to have a better day. Let’s try to forget all this bullshit for a while,” Brandon said as he grabbed our bags with one hand and then took my hand with the other.
*~*~*
“Hey guys,” I said as Brandon and I walked into my house. Ryan and Max were lounging on the couch watching TV. Brandon took our bag to my room while I joined Ryan and Max in the living room.
“Hey, Spence, how are you holding up today?” Ryan asked looking away from the screen.
“Good. We went to see Christy this morning.”
“Holy shit, you did?” Ryan said as she sat up from where she had been leaning against Max’s side.
“Yep. That bitch is a piece of work!”
“What happened?” Max asked, finally chiming in just as Brandon came back into the living room.
We told them what had happened earlier that morning at the hospital when we confronted Christy. Ryan was just as shocked about the faked ultrasound as I had been. Who in their right mind would fabricate an ultrasound? Max being the attorney that he is informed me that the next step in this process would be that the District Attorney would contact me to get more information regarding the incident. I just wanted all of this to be over and I never wanted to see Christy again.
“So Ry…if it’s okay with you, Brandon is going to move in here until he can sell his condo.”
“Of course, Spence, he’s welcome to stay as long as he needs. I can’t imagine that you’d want to stay at his place after what happened there.”
“Yeah… we scrubbed the floor for over an hour, but we can’t get all of her blood up out of the hardwood floor.”
“I’m so sorry. That sucks.”
“Are you sure it’s really okay with you, Ryan? I don’t want to intrude,” Brandon said.
“Yes, of course. Actually…Max and I have been talking and I think I am going to move in with him before the wedding…I stay there most of the time anyway,” she said as she sat up more on the couch.
“Wow, that’s great… when do you plan on moving?” I asked.
“I think officially after New Years, but I’ll probably just stay there most nights to give you guys some privacy. It’s no big deal.”
It started to sink in that our eight year run of living together as roommates was coming to an end. Since our sophomore year at USC, Ryan was the only person I had ever lived with besides my own family. Now I was going to live with a guy before marriage.
I had always heard that you should try living with someone before you marry them to see if you if are really capable of co-habitation without killing each other. My parents did and I believe that is one of the reasons they are still together today.
A few minutes later, my cell phone rang. It was the officer who took my statement the evening before. He needed me to file an official report against Christy so that she could be arrested for attempted murder. The officer told me that she was still pretty beaten up from the fall and subsequent surgery she had to endure from the stab wound.
Apparently Christy had punctured her liver and would be in the hospital for at least a few more days –– enough time for the police to get all their ducks in a row. I really didn’t want to retell the incident, but I knew it had to be done.
*~*~*
After our talk and the “approval” from Ryan, Brandon and I made our way to Macy’s at Union Square. Dealing with San Francisco traffic is never an easy task, especially when everyone drives slowly so they can see the giant Christmas tree in the center of the square. As he had promised to take me before Christy tried to kill me and knew it would cheer me up and hopefully get my mind off the situation for a while, Brandon had insisted that we go Christmas shopping.
Macy’s at Union Square covers an entire block and although I wanted to go crazy and buy the whole store, I had to remember that for the next few months, my tiny closet was going to need to hold both my and Brandon’s clothes.
“Okay, all I really need is another nice dress so I don’t keep wearing the same one over and over again.” I said to Brandon as we rode the escalator up to the Women’s department.
“Whatever you want, Babe.”
“Are you sure you want to do this? Most guys seem to hate shopping.”
“Oh I do, but I want to be with you so I don’t mind.”
“Alright, well I don’t want to hear any whining,” I said as I stuck out my tongue at him.
“And what if I do?” Brandon asked, smirking at me.
“Then…then…shit, I don’t know. Don’t give me that look, it drives me crazy and I can’t think straight.”
“Drives you crazy good or drives you crazy bad?”
“Good,” I said as I blushed and tried to swat Brandon’s arm, but he caught my wrist mid-air and pulled me to him for a quick kiss.
As we browsed around Macy’s, I decided that I should be looking specifically for a dress for my company holiday party as it was the next big event that I needed to attend.
I picked out a few dresses and told Brandon that I was going to try them on in the dressing room. The first dress I tried on was a champagne, metallic a-line dress. Brandon said he liked it, but I wasn’t feeling it. Next, I tried on a grey, graphite satin sleeveless dress with sequins. Brandon again liked it, but it just wasn’t calling my name.
Finally, I tried on the last dress. It was strapless and made of ivory lace in the pattern of roses with a few ruffles down the front starting at the waist. It was accented with a removable cream colored belt. I think this is the one. I stepped out to show Brandon. As his face lit up, I knew I had found the one.
“You like?” I asked as I did a little twirl so he could see the back.
“Yes, I like… a lot!” Brandon stood up and walked over to me.
“Yeah, I think this is the one.”
“I need further convincing.”
“What?”
He grabbed my hand to lead me back into the dressing room and locked the door behind him.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
Without answering, he spun me around and pushed me up against the fitting room mirror. My hands slammed into the mirror to brace myself as I felt Brandon’s hard erection against my ass. He moved my hair to my left shoulder and kissed the right side of my neck all the way down to the top of my shoulder making the little hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.
“Babe, we’re in a public dressing room,” I panted in a whisper.
“Shh,” he said as he continued to kiss my neck and shoulder. His right hand reached around my side as he slowly slid the dress up my right thigh inch by inch.
“Babe…” I said in warning.
“Shh.”
His hand glided up my bare thigh and my breath caught when I felt his hand slowly slide into my panties. “Oh God,” I quietly groaned.
Brandon bit lightly on my right earlobe as he started teasing my clit with one of his fingers. I steadied myself with my left arm on the mirror, resting my head on his chest as I reached up and grazed my right hand through his soft hair on the back of his neck. His finger slid through my slick wetness before sinking into me as I lifted my right leg on the bench wanting more. I couldn’t help it ––Brandon brought out the exhibitionist in me. His touch was all I needed to forget everything around me.
“I can’t keep my hands off of you when you wear a dress,” he whispered in my ear causing my body to shiver as his breath touched my skin.
“Uh huh,” I mumbled. Not only could I barely talk because of the intense pleasure running through my body, but we were in a public dressing room in the middle of the day. I was both terrified and aroused by the thought that we could be caught at any second.
He continued creating circles around my aching clit with one finger as another of his fingers moved rhythmically inside my pussy over and over. His hard cock was still pressed into my ass. Lifting my head from his chest and moving forward a step, I slid my hand from the back of his neck. Then I reached down behind me and rubbed his erection through his jeans.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he said whispering in my ear again.
Ha, talk about calling the kettle black! I continued to stroke him as he brought my body closer to its release. I planned to finish him––I needed to finish him. He reached around and slipped his hand into the top of the dress, his fingers easily sliding beneath the silky material of my bra. He began to caress my right breast and roll the already hardened nipple between his fingers, sending my body into overdrive. I came around his finger, my belly clenching as the climax shot through me.
We stood there like that for a moment while I caught my breath, then Brandon slowly removed his hand from my panties. We heard the door next to us close as someone entered the dressing stall. I couldn’t believe what we had just done together in a public dressing room. It was exhilarating and slightly dangerous and I felt wonderfully alive, but we weren’t quite done. I turned around and began to undo his belt.
He caught my hands in his for a moment and raised an eyebrow at me as he nodded his head in the direction of the stall next to us. I grinned wickedly and held a finger to my lips then made quick work of his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Sliding the zipper down enough to reach inside, I grabbed his length causing it to twitch in response. Brandon sat on the bench, his erection growing bigger as I ran my hand up and down around it, milking him.
I saw a drop of his pre-cum glisten, reflecting the fluorescent lights above. I bent down on my knees and lowered my head as I licked the tip, tasting his salty goodness. We heard the lady leave the stall next to us and I almost giggled in relief. He sucked in a sharp breath when my wet tongue swirled around the head. He grabbed the back of my ponytail and guided my head as I bobbed up and down, sucking him over and over. I took him deeper and deeper into my throat until his body tightened and then convulsed slightly as he spurted hot cum down the back of my throat. He grunted slightly with his teeth gritted as he came, his eyes closed as he fought against groaning in pleasure.
“Well…guess I’m buying this dress,” I said laughing as I stood up.
*~*~*
After our shopping adventure, Brandon and I took the elevator up to the top floor of Macy’s for a late lunch at The Cheesecake Factory. Since we had made a trip in the hustle and bustle, we wanted to see the giant Christmas tree at night.
The food was delicious, our waiter was attentive and funny, and the view was spectacular. All in all, it was a perfect night. After sharing an amazing piece of Dulce de Leche cheesecake, we were both stuffed and in desperate need of working off some calories. Brandon convinced me to go ice skating with him, so we headed down to the rink which was by the lit Christmas tree.
I managed to make it around the rink a total of two times before I slipped and landed on my ass with a yelp, grimacing and laughing as Brandon tried to help me up without falling down to the ice with me. When I finally made it back to my feet, I slowly straightened with Brandon’s strong arms helping to brace me.
A young man with a camera skated up to us just then and asked if we’d like a photo for fifteen dollars. I was about to shake my head and say “no thank you” when Brandon agreed, reaching into his wallet for a twenty dollar bill.
“Keep the change,” he said as the guy grinned and nodded his head in thanks.
“Okay, move a little closer together now and put your arm around her,” he directed us and then took our picture.
He took the picture as it printed out on his mobile device and then he reached into his satchel for a cardboard frame with Christmas trees and elves on it. Handing it to Brandon, he nodded and wished us a Merry Christmas, then skated towards the next couple who was skating by. They had no problems keeping their balance and the girl was even skating backwards while she faced her partner, her hands gripping his as they made their way around the rink.
“As much fun as we’re having, I’m already going to be super sore tomorrow. Is it okay if we call it quits for tonight?” I looked at him pleadingly and gave him my most winning smile. Laughing he nodded and reached out for my hand to help me to the edge of the rink.
“No problem. Now we can go home and I can make you sore in a more pleasant away.”
I couldn’t stop the flood of warm and fuzzy feelings I was experiencing on this perfect night together. I felt like my arms were going to be black and blue from all the pinching I’d been doing to myself lately, checking to see if this was all a dream.
“Maybe this can be our first Christmas card together,” I said as I sat down on the bench to remove my ice skates. The sooner I had my feet back on solid ground again, the better.
Brandon grabbed the picture from me and pretended to scrutinize it closely. “I don’t know. I think this sweater makes me look fat.”
I laughed out loud and rolled my eyes at him. “If you aren’t ready for that, yet, you can just say so.”
He leaned over to kiss me lightly on the lips and gently tapped my nose with the picture. “I was just teasing, Babe. Let’s do it.”
Wanted - Chapter One
Do not read this if you have not read or finished Where I Need to Be (book one of the B&S Series). Chapter One of Wanted starts off where book one ended exactly and will spoil the ending of Where I Need to Be.
Please keep in mind this may or may not change with final edits before being released.
WANTED
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