July Again #2
Give him my love, will you? I’m very much looking forward to meeting this young man who seems to have stolen my daughter’s heart.
Which leads me to my next point.
Now, I don’t know if you were just overtired and rambling, or if this is really something the two of you have spoken about. But you mentioned finding you and Brian a wee house here in the village, so I’ve been putting the feelers out.
You remember Matthew and George, down the road, don’t you? They’re the lovely gay couple that moved in after nan and pops passed away.
Well, the word on the street is that they’re moving on after all these years. Apparently, Matthew got a big promotion and they’re moving abroad, wouldn’t you know!
Anyway, I think I could put in a good word for you. Can you imagine that, living in nanny and pops’ house! You always did love staying there when you were little.
Now, it is a bit pricey, but I’ve spoken to your dad, and we’re more than happy to co-sign, or loan you the money or something, just to help you get back on your feet. But you’ll want to make a decision quite fast. You know the houses go fast on Veynara View.
I hope you’re remembering to take care of yourself while you’re taking care of Brian, pet. Dad sends his love too.
See you soon,
Love mum.
19 Jul | From: Jesy Mason | To: Brian Trainer
Subject: Welcome home!
Okay, not quite home. But at least you’re out of the hospital!
I tried my best to make the apartment feel like cosy and welcoming, but you were so out of it when we arrived, I’m not even sure you noticed.
You’re sleeping now. You look so relaxed, so at peace.
The police came to visit, but I didn’t want to wake you. However, their visit was very beneficial.
They’ve found the guys! Even better, they recovered all the stolen items. Darrell said the insurance company would have paid out, but with all the information on those computers, recovering them is the best-case scenario.
From what the police said, they think the wankers who shot you were a bit… well, stupid.
They tried to pawn the items in a shop and seeing the software available on the devices, the owner immediately reported it to the police. I’ve sent the pawnshop owner a bunch of flowers and our eternal gratitude.
I think I’m going to leave this email here. Now that you’re here and you’re safe, I have finally acknowledged how exhausted I am. I can’t wait to curl up by your side and sleep soundly knowing you’re okay.
Seriously, Brian. I have never been so scared in my life. Don’t you dare do that to me again.
I love you. I love you so fucking much.
Yours always,
Jesy.
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Brian: I can hear you singing in the shower.
Brian: And now I can hear your phone pinging with these messages.
Brian: You have an interesting voice. And the acoustics in the bathroom bring out the strangled cat in your tone.
Brian: Don’t get me wrong, as a man in love with you, I love listening to you sing. But I wouldn’t take that show on the road. I’d hazard a guess that people would pay you not to sing.
Brian: Not me though, baby. Your rendition of Living on a Prayer is… um. Well, it’s ... something.
Brian: Oh. The shower’s turned off. I suddenly regret all my messages.
Brian: Is there a delete function on this thing?
Jesy: Cheeky bugger.
Brian: Oh hi, dear. What a surprise to see you online.
Jesy: Funny. How are you feeling? I’m presuming you’re good since you’re taking the piss.
Brian: I am. Fantastic. Are you naked? Come here and let me do things to you.
Jesy: I have a towel on, and no.
Brian: Come on! Come sit on my face.
Jesy: Brian!
Brian: Jesy!
Jesy: Have you been doing your breathing exercises?
Brian: Yup. Right now, as we speak.
Jesy: Good. We’re going for a walk later. Doctor’s orders.
Brian: Yes, dear.
Jesy: And then we have to get you back and resting.
Brian: Yes, dear.
Jesy: And then! I’ll make us dinner.
Jesy: Don’t you dare say yes, dear.
Brian: Yes… dearie.
Brian: Jesy.
Brian: You know I love you. You know I am grateful for everything you’ve done the past couple of weeks.
Jesy: But?
Brian: I don’t want to sound unappreciative.
Jesy: No, go on. It’s okay.
Brian: I’m not just a patient, baby. I’m still Brian. Yes, right now I need some extra support. But I am feeling so much better than I did, and I want you to remember I am the man you fell in love with. I don’t need constant caution. God, I sound like a jackass.
Jesy: Arse, Brian. We’re British.
Brian: Jackarse sounds funny though.
Jesy: I understand what you’re saying, though, you’re right, I’ve been going a bit overboard.
Jesy: I just want you to be okay.
Brian: I know, sweetheart. But you’re so focused on making me ‘okay’ that you’ve failed to notice I’m better than that. I’m good.
Jesy: … You’re right.
Brian: Thank you. So do me a favour.
Jesy: Anything! What do you need?
Brian: I need you to come here and let me hold you. Come here and lay with me like you’re not scared you’re going to hurt me. I need YOU, your warmth. I miss you, baby, and you’ve been here every day.
Jesy: I’ll be right there.
Brian
True to her word, Jesy is in front of me in seconds, the towel still wrapped loosely around her body. She looks so good, fresh from the shower, and from my position, I can see the water droplet dripping from her chin and landing between her breasts.
And suddenly I’m hard.
It doesn’t take much to get the ol’ boy going these days. Perhaps it’s the fragility of life. The relief that I’m still here.
Or perhaps it’s the beautiful creature flashing a smile in my direction.
“You look beautiful,” I say honestly, running my gaze over her.
“Please. You know, you’ve already got me, you don’t have to sweet talk me.”
“Ah, but then how will you know I fancy you?” I tease.
“The hard-on you’re doing nothing to hide gives me a clue,” she replies, grabbing a couple of pages from the printer. “Here. Look at these.”
“Unless they’re naked pictures of you, I’m not interested.”
She rolls her eyes good naturedly, running a towel through her hair. “Just look. Mum sent it over.”
It’s hard to tear my eyes away, but I glance down at the property listing she has printed off.
“What’s this then?” I ask, skimming through the description and picking out key words.
… views of Loch Venya…
… steeped in history…
… close to amenities…
“Is this for sale in Meadowcraig?”
She nods, chewing her lip nervously as she drops the towel and pulls on a shirt. “Yeah. It’s… Well. It’s actually my grandparents’ old home. Although they haven’t lived there since I was a kid.”
“The same grandparents from your story?”
She nods again. “Yeah. That’s the very house they had their anniversary party in. I watched them dance in that very garden to the Book of Love, and decided there and then, that’s what I wanted from life.”
I have to have this house.
Even if it wasn’t for that spark of hopefulness in her eyes she’s trying so hard to hide, I have to have this house. Slap bang in the middle of her hometown, with ties to the grandparents whose love story is one of her biggest inspirations, it’s a no brainer.
“Three bedrooms seems a lot,” I say, keeping my tone casual as I skim the page again. “I mean, we only need one.”
“Not if we have those rugrats you mentioned,” she replies, sitting on the edge of the bed. “And in the meantime, we can have an office each.”
“Old stone cottages can be a bitch to heat…”
“You want to live in Meadowcraig, Brian. We’re built on old stone cottages.”
She’s made her mind up too. She wants this house. And it’s not even because of the nostalgia, though I can tell it’s a huge part of it. She’s thought about it, and this is an investment in our future.
“Who do I call to get the ball rolling?”
She launches herself at me, nearly knocking the breath out of me.
There’s a sharp twinge in my side, but I ignore it, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer instead.
My lips find her neck, brushing along the sensitive skin there. Her head falls back and I take it as the biggest green light, pulling her hips against mine.
Within seconds, the shirt she’d just pulled on is flying across the room, and my name leaves her lips breathlessly.
God, I’ve missed this.
Missed her.
Missed us.
Days of being treated as something fragile while needing her with a ferocity that scares me have me hard and needy already.
We never got our life affirming moment, our let me show you how happy I’m alive moment.
And I intend to take it now.
I flip her onto her back, moving over her as my lips crash into hers. I’m relieved when I feel her kissing me back. Just as hard. Just as desperate. Her fingers wind into my hair as I reach between us to push my boxers down and out of the way.
Her thighs fall against the bed, and I settle between them naturally. My hands move over her, relearning her all over again, the heat of her skin and the way she reacts to every touch.
I want to take my time, to treat this goddess with all the adoration of worship that she deserves. But her nails scratch down my spine and my hips move of their own volition, shifting until I can catch her entrance and sinking into her wet heat.
She gasps against my lips, and I break off the kiss, resting my forehead against hers to hear every delicious sound she makes.
My hands find hers, pinning them above her head as I thrust into her, dragging my body against hers. Her nipples brush against my chest as she mewls my name.
Her fingers curl around mine as she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me harder into her. I am more than happy to oblige as my cock throbs with need. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of her. If I’ll ever stop being so desperate for her.