Because (Seven Year Itch #4)(61)

“Really?” I’m crying so hard I’m surprised she can understand me.

“Really.”

“I have to go, Char. Thank you for this. I owe you everything for helping me.”

“You owe me nothing.” She snickers. “It’s only three. If you hurry you have a whole hour before Ab gets off the bus. Don’t waste anymore of it.”

She hangs up as I’m rounding the corner to my room. She’s right. It’s time we stop this madness and get back to being a family again.



Brandon is in the shower with his back turned to me. He’s leaning against the forward wall as the hot water drenches his skin. I undress and step in behind him, my hands stretching around to the front of him. “Please forgive me.”

I feel his hands coming over mine. “I already have.” He turns and cups my face. “You were wrong about me, Shay. I’m a lot of things, but I know what I have with you, especially now. I know what it feels like to lose you.”

“It’s time to come home.”

He kisses my forehead. “My stuff is already in the car.”

I laugh through my heartfelt tears. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. When I found out who Char was and how you put her up to what she did, I knew how this would play out. I passed your test. She told me.”

“You did. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“Ehh, well I gave you enough reason to. I see the error of my ways. Don’t make me ever go back to my parents. My old bed sucks and it’s never warm enough without you next to me.”

“Ab is going to be so excited.”

“She is,” he agrees. “But right now I think we should have a little excitement don’t you?”

I nod. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He lifts me, shoving me up against the hard porcelain wall. My arms are attached around his neck as he bombards me with kisses. This decision to bring him home is finally easy to make. He’s proven himself worthy of my trust. I’ve made mistakes of my own through this journey of exploration. I’ve questioned my own sanity at times.

It was all worth it though. We have a reason to fight for our marriage. We’ve learned to appreciate each other. He’s finally opened up and let me into his world. It’s all I’ve ever asked for.

As the water beats down on our bodies were completed distracted by our carnal desire for one another. I slip out of his reach and turn around, bending over before him. “Do you want it this way?”

I’ve always hated this, but it’s different now. I feel better about myself. I’m confident in my own skin. I want to bring him pleasure in every way possible.

“Are you sure? I’m just as happy if we’re in bed.”

“We’re celebrating. You know I like it hard.”

He teases me with the head of his stiff cock. I get butterflies in my stomach as it slips over my entrance. He shoves it upwards, dragging it over my ass, and then back down to where he’s about to slip it in. He sucks in a deep breath of air and applies pressure. My body accepts him as the walls of my channels are filled. He leans forward and holds onto me while pacing himself. One of my hands is on the wall, while the other reaches between my legs and tickles my clit. My sensitive skin reacts to every little touch, and as he continues to pump into me I’m losing my ability to hold myself together. I’m dying to fall apart so he can lift me back up again and repeat the process.

Just when I think he’s about to erupt he spins me around. His lips are crashing against mine as he lifts one leg and rams back inside of me. I cry out in ecstasy as the friction sends waves of euphoria throughout my body. Brandon doesn’t take his lips far from mine. He holds them there when he tightens up and fills me.

Afterwards we stand facing one another until the water turns cool. He never lets go of his hold on me. “We should get out before the bus arrives.”

“Only if you promise we can do it again later.” He suggests.

“That can be arranged.”

“No more waiting weeks in between. I want this type of treatment every night.”

I giggle. “There are times when it won’t work to our advantage. We have a child with sex radar.”

“True. Fine. At least three times a week and twice on Saturdays.”

“You sound like your making custody arrangements,” I say.

“I am. With your vagina.” He slaps me on the ass and climbs out of the shower. I watch his naked body amble across the floor until he reaches the towels. He tosses one my way and wipes off his face with another.

I can’t stop smiling.

He’s finally all mine, in both my heart and my soul.



Later that same week Brandon comes home from work with a ornery grin across his face. “Hey, babe, have you heard anymore from the person you were chatting with online?”

“No. Why?”

“It was Cara. That’s why I didn’t recognize the number. She was pretending to be me the whole time. That’s how she knew our business. Toby called from Hawaii to tell me. She let it slip after a few tequilas. Apparently she felt bad after he explained she was talking to you the whole time. He wants to know if the two of you are interested in some lesbian action, because we’re both down for watching.”

I slap him across the chest playfully. “You wish.”