Bonus Scene

One Month Later

Melly

“Black tea or iced mocha today, love?” Brandon asks, tugging me closer to the front of his hips.

“I thought you always know what I want?” I tease.

“Of course I do, but today can go either way.” He nuzzles closer to my neck. “You love black tea in the morning, but you like iced mocha on days we make love, so…”

“We haven’t made love today.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says smirking.

After being friends for most of my life, I thought I knew him, but I didn’t know him quite like this. I didn’t know he’d be so attentive in the mornings. So distracting on days I have to get up early.

I kiss him, then pull back to give him something to chase. “I can’t. You know I have the carnival setup this morning.” Winking at him over my shoulder, I nudge him off my butt and sprint for the door.

What a way to wake up. The first part of our game is afoot.

“Iced mocha it is, babe,” Brandon hollers from the bed.

I hear him get up, yawn, and stretch. “I’m coming, hon.”

Here we go.

“Well you didn’t get far,” he says from the doorway.

“Oops. You caught me.” I’m bent over a heart-shaped Valentine’s pillow on the sofa’s armrest, with my bootie exposed.

A low moan grows louder behind me and settles into the air behind my knees. Brandon is below me and kissing his way up from my thighs. I was expecting to share a meal before I have to leave, but I didn’t know he’d be having me for breakfast.

Spreading me open, he moans into my thighs and kisses to the apex between them. I can’t help but ride his mouth until I’m on the edge of the armrest and my climax.

It’s only been a few months since we tipped over from besties to bed buddies, and I could happily wake up in his arms forever.

Before I fall apart on his lips, I feel something cool rub me.

This is the second part of our game. He likes to surprise me with toys in bed, and this is no exception. I don’t know what he’s got between my legs besides his tongue, and his hand.

“Something new today,” I say rubbing myself against our new toy. It may be hidden out of my view, but I feel well acquainted with it already.

“Do you like it?” he asks. Slowly rolling it against my opening, I feel the cool, dull point get wider as it enters me.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I repeat.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I peek down to see that he’s holding one of the glass Christmas tree shaped table decorations we’ve had on display for months. It’s ridiculous that we’ve got our holiday decorations still up, but after the declaration of love he made with the variety of them around his house, I can’t bear to take them down. Now, he’s using them as toys while he goes down on me, and I’m even happier I never packed them away.

He rolls it between my legs some more, then slowly inserts it inside me before joining in with his mouth on my clit.

I push back from the sofa to give him more space for our toy, and lose myself before he can get an inch in.

 After I go limp over the sofa, I take a deep breath and am ready for more. Turning around, I push him back slowly to straddle him on the floor.

Riding him with a confidence I’ve grown into over the last month together, I look around and take in the beautiful home we’ve settled into as I take him in. The eclectic seasonal settings. My essentials in duplicate around the room. His suit jacket and principal-worthy puffer jacket hanging by the door. Home.

He rounds his hands over my hips and directs the ride I put us on. Before the last dip, I feel my way up over his chest and take in every inch of him quicker and quicker until we both complete the ride together.

I collapse on him and curl close to his chest. “You picked out quite the Christmas decor.”

“I thought you’d like that one,” he says.

“It was the Christmas gift that kept giving.” I laugh, and look into his eyes. “How long are we gonna keep up the holiday decorations?”

“I don’t know. It’s sort of our thing.”

“I like it too,” I say.

After another minute, he says, “How about we keep it up until we move into a bigger house together?”

“Sounds good, hon.” We haven’t talked about our next steps yet, but who doesn’t like post-coital whispered nothings?

He reaches up to grab his wallet from the entry table we’re jumbled up under and opens it up to hand me a key.

“I want to show you a place.”

I sit up abruptly. “Which place?”

“You know that place you always point to on the way to Kenji’s ryokan? The one with the Jacaranda tree in the front, and the Spanish-style roof?” Leaning closer, her kisses my head. “I told Cat, the realtor, to let me know if that ever opened up, and it opened up.”

“Did you buy it?” My heart is beating wildly.

“No. I’d never make such a huge decision without you. But I did ask her to let me show it to you before the open house this weekend.”

It’s not even our place yet and I’m crying. With the amount of green flags this man is waving around, you think he’d joined the Flag Corps.

“Happy cry, I hope?”

“Happy cry, Brandon. I can’t wait to move in with you.” I sniff and squeeze him tighter.

“I love you too, Melly.”

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