Chapter 2
Tianna
“Where have you been?” Brad asks as I walk in, seeing him with a cup of coffee in his hand.
“I had some errands to run.”
“You’re lying. And you know how much I hate that, Tianna.”
“I mean it, Brad. I had a few things to do. I also wanted to talk to you. Do you think we should hire a wedding planner?” He looks up from his paper and eyes me up and down. He doesn’t know where I’ve been. He would kill me if he did.
“You have been thinking about this. Do you think we need one?”
“I think it would be helpful. I’ve talked to some of the girls, and they have given me recommendations for a few. I thought I could check them out,” I tell him as I walk to the cabinet and grab a glass. I turn the refrigerator and grab the juice before pouring a full glass.
“If you think we need that, then it’s fine by me. You know I’d do anything you wanted to make this wedding perfect.” I nod my head before finishing off my drink and setting the glass in the sink.
“Then I’ll do that. I’ll talk to them and see which is the best. Did you want to come?” He shakes his head.
“No. I have too much work to do, and I figure that’s more your thing than mine,” he replies, motioning for me to come to him. I walk over slowly, and he pulls me into his arms, pressing his lips to mine. I let him kiss me even though my thoughts wander back to Remy. I know it’s wrong. I love Brad. I truly do, but there’s something that keeps pulling me back to Remy. I know I need to stop it, and I will. I just need him right now.
“Are you ready for bed?” I ask when he finally pulls away.
“You go take your medicine, and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I nod my head and pull out of his arms, walking toward the stairs. I know he’s watching me, and it makes me smile. I quickly walk up the stairs and into the bathroom where I shower quickly and clean myself up. I pull a t-shirt over my head and brush my teeth before grabbing my sleeping pills and popping them in my mouth.
After I’ve finished, I head into the bedroom and climb into bed, pulling the blankets up and snuggling in.
I lie here for a while waiting for Brad, but it seems my medicine is kicking in. The room sways as I close my eyes, and I hear the bedroom door close. A soft smile tugs across my face when I feel the bed dip. Then he’s there. His hands are on me. He’s touching me.
“Brad?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I need you,” I tell him, although my words are slurred. These sleeping pills he got for me work really well and usually kick my ass at night.
“I’m right here, baby,” he coos as his hands caress my body. I let him touch me, feel me. I feel warm all over when he slips a finger inside me. I gasp and arch my back as he fucks me gently with his fingers.
The room is dark, always so dark, and the medicine doesn’t help with that either. It distorts my vision, so I can’t even make out his face, but I don’t care. I can feel him, and that’s all I need right now.
“I need more,” I whine, listening to his chuckle. Then another finger is thrust into me, and then another. I ride his hand even as sleep tugs at me. I fight it the best I can because I want to feel him, feel this. He keeps fucking me with his fingers until I can’t take anymore.
“Please,” it comes out as a soft cry, but I know he heard me. I try to keep my eyes open, but they slowly close. And then the dreams come.
There’s a man. It’s not Brad, but Brad is here. He sits off to the side of the bed in the chair, watching this man touch me and kiss me. He moves down my body and kisses every inch of me. I can feel it, just like it was real. He parts my legs and leans down, licking my pussy. I reach down, thread my fingers through his hair, and hold his face there. I want him to lick me. I don’t know who this man is, and in my dream, I don’t really care.
I turn my head, and my eyes connect with Brad’s. He smiles at me as I ride this man’s face. It feels good. So fucking good.
“Is this okay?” I manage to ask Brad.
“It’s exactly what I want, baby. Let him eat you. Let him fuck you,” he tells me. I nod my head just as an orgasm washes over me. The man keeps his head buried between my thighs, licking at everything I have to give. Then he’s climbing up my body, and I can feel his cock hard and ready. He thrusts into me, and I cry out at the fullness I feel. But then he starts pumping into me. Harder. Faster. I reach up and grab the man around the back of his neck, pulling his face to mine. I kiss him hard. I taste myself on his lips.
And he fucks me. He fucks me hard and fast until my legs begin to tremble, and I come one more time. I let go. I release everything I have in me. I come for this man while Brad watches me. I see him out of the corner of my eye, and he’s smiling. He’s happy with me. That’s all I want is for him to be happy with me. And I see it. In his eyes, he is happy with what I’ve just done.
“Brad,” I whine his name until he comes to the bed and climbs in next to me. The other man is gone. Where, I don’t know. But Brad is here. He rolls me onto my side and pulls my ass against his cock before he slides into me. Then it’s him. He’s fucking me from the back, and just like that, everything else seems to fade.
I wake up and startle. I blink rapidly when I see the sun streaming in through the window. I stretch out and sit up, feeling a little dizzy. I know my sleep medicine does that to me, and it’ll take a little while for it to stop.
I sling my legs over the side of the bed and just sit here for a few minutes when the door opens, and Brad walks in.
“Morning,” he says, offering me a cup of coffee. “How did you sleep?”
“Good. Thank you,” I reply, taking the cup from him.
“You were making some strange noises last night. What did you dream about?” he asks as he sits on the bed next to me.
“I don’t remember. It must have been good, though, huh?” He smiles before leaning in and kissing me softly.
“It must have. Hopefully, it was about me,” he winks before pulling back.
“I’m sure it was.” I never tell Brad what my dreams are about. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m embarrassed by the fact I dream of other men. I don’t really know, but either way, I don’t tell him. I don’t think he would be angry with my dream, considering it was just that, a dream, but it makes me uncomfortable.
I shove to my feet and steady myself before walking to the bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror. I look … almost tired, but how can that be? I get enough sleep. I shake my head and set my coffee cup on the counter before splashing some water on my face. Today, I’m going to talk to some of the wedding planners to see what we can come up with. Just the thought of that makes me smile for my own reasons. Not that I’m marrying him so much, but what he promised me? That’s what makes this all worthwhile.