Wrecking Ball (20 page)

Sophia

I take my time drying my hair and applying my makeup hoping Brandon will be gone by the time I come out of the bathroom. To my relief he’s gone when I emerge. I throw on a sundress as I have nothing other than dresses and bikinis to wear thanks to Tia. When I enter the kitchen, Tia is putting a dish in the oven and she smiles when she turns back and sees me.

“Well, don’t you look…” She pauses and looks to the ceiling. “Refreshed,” she finishes as her gaze cuts back to me.

I roll my eyes at her. “Where are the guys?” I take a seat on one of the barstools as she dices a tomato.

“Antonio took Brandon down to the shore for a beer. Brandon didn’t look quite as….refreshed as you.” She smiles knowingly. “Left him with an old case of the blue balls did ya?” she laughs. “I have to say, I’m impressed.”

“With what?” I question as if I have no idea what she’s talking about.

“That you let him please you, but didn’t offer anything in return.”

“Well, he offered. Who am I to refuse an orgasm?
” I shrug. “It’s been a while.”

Tia stares at me wit
h awe-struck eyes. “There she is.” She nods with satisfaction.

“What?”

“The girl in the boat house.”

“Tia if I had known that sexual encounter in Ma
maw and Papa’s boat house would have had this much of an influence on you I wish I’d have provided a better visual. You seem to have summed me up in that one night.”

“No. I feel like I didn’t see all of you until that one night. You had him
, Phi. It was like he would eat out of your palm if you asked him to.”

“Still, this whole fascination you have with that night is strange.”

“Fine. I won’t mention it again.”

“Besides, I’m pretty sure Antonio would eat o
ut of your hand, too, if you asked him.” I try to shift the topic to her which she gladly allows.

“
Antonio would eat anything off of my body,” she laughs. Just then Van Morrison’s
Brown-eyed girl
plays on the radio and Tia’s eyes get wide as saucers.

“
Oh, Phi! You used to sing this to me when I was a little girl! Remember?” she squeals as she turns it up and runs around the counter to me. “Let’s dance.”

Before I can refuse she yanks me from my chair and we
’re dancing, singing at the top of our lungs
, sha la la la la la lade da.
When Tia would have a bad day, maybe some dweeb at school picked on her for her braces or she got in trouble for something, I’d play this song as loud as our radio would boom and we’d dance around like idiots. It always seemed to cheer her up. I can still remember my sister with her big brown eyes, so bright and full of life. A young and wild creature. Not much has changed.

Suddenly,
Antonio is sliding between us, taking me and turning me to the rhythm as Brandon takes Tia and does the same. We’re all laughing and then Antonio twirls me to Brandon who takes me by my hips after sending Tia to Antonio. Brandon doesn’t let me tense or feel awkward, he just moves and I go with it as he sings.

“
Cast my memory back there, Lord,

Somet
ime I'm overcome thinking about

Making love in the green grass

Behind the stadium

With you, my br
own-eyed girl,

You, my brown-eyed girl.

“Do you remember when we used to sing

Sha la la
la la la la la la la la dee dah”

I’m laughing so hard my head falls to his shoulder as my body convulses. Just as the song ends, as if the stars aligned, the song we danced to at our wedding comes on.
Unforgettable
by Nat King Cole.

Brandon pulls my body to his, his cheek pressed to mine and we move as he sings every word to me. When the last verse plays, he holds me tighter, his words becoming raspier as he sings.

“Unforgettable in every way

And forev
er more, that's how you'll stay

That'
s why, darling, it's incredible

That someone so unforgettable

Thinks that I am unforgettable too.”

My eyes tear up and I close them, letting the moment linger. I do love him.
God, I love him
. But why can’t I just let go of this hurt? I want so badly for us to get past this, make a million more happy memories, but I’m so damn scared. What if he does it again? What if I take him back and I’m miserable because I can’t let it go?

“Ah hem.” Tia clears her throat and I immediately back away from Brandon. “You guys have been dancing to silence for like an entire minute. It was getting awkward.” She nods.

“Sorry.” I shake my head and wipe under my eyes realizing Brandon is staring at me.

“Let’s eat!” Antonio chimes and we all enjoy an awesome meal together, downing four bottles of wine between us.
My liver hasn’t worked this hard in years.

When the meal is over, Brandon hops up and starts grabbing plates. “
You guys made a great dinner,” he says to Tia and Antonio. “I got the dishes.”

“I’ll help.” I join him in clearing the table and Antonio and Tia head out to the beach for a walk.

“He’s in love with her, ya know?” Brandon says as we both stare out the window over the sink at them. They’re holding hands and laughing as they walk away from the house. Tia rests her head on Antonio’s shoulder as they descend.

I smile faintly. “I know. I don’t know why she won’t settle down.”

“Maybe with some time she’ll come around.”

“Maybe.”

Brandon washes the dishes and I dry, putting each dish away as I do. When the dishes are done, he wipes the dinner table while I clean the counters. By the time we’re finished, Antonio is carrying Tia in. Tia lays nestled in his arms, fast asleep.

“Is she okay?” I ask alarmed.

“Yeah. Just too much wine. I’m going to take her to bed.” He carries Tia up the stairs to their bedroom. He’s perfect for her.

“How about a walk on the beach?” Brandon
arches a hopeful brow at me.

“Yeah. Let’s take some wine with u
s,” I say as I grab the remainder of the bottle from the fridge and he gets two glasses from the cabinet by the sink. We leave our shoes on the patio and head out to the beach, the ocean whispering a relaxing song as its waves brush the shore. We seat ourselves on the two lounge chairs where Tia and I have been sunbathing the last few weeks and watch the water.

“It’s beautiful here
,” Brandon sighs as he fills our glasses with wine.

“It’ll be hard to leave
,” I note as take a few sips from my glass.

For some reason, I feel nervous around Brandon tonight. Maybe because I feel like things are coming
to a head. Our time in Mexico is almost over and I’m not sure what will happen when we go home. It’s easy to get lost here, get lost with him, his sexy body, his smile, the way he dotes on me, but what if that’s only here. Home means reality. Not just work, our girls, chores, and the other daily nonsense, but it means dealing with the rubble that the wrecking ball left behind. How do we pick up the pieces and rebuild?

“You know the night we first made love her
e…” Brandon says as he stares out over the water. “I had never had anything so spontaneous and exciting happen to me. You really surprised me that night. I knew that night when you told me you loved me that you were my soul mate.”

Maybe it’s the wine, but I indulge him. “What was it about that night?”

“You, Soph. You were always surprising me. You were shy in one way, but completely aweing in another. I was always on my toes with you.”

“I miss that gir
l,” I mumble as I reflect on the things we used to do. Before he responds, I stand and pull down the straps of my dress and slide it down until it pools at my feet. Brandon stares up at me, lips parted. I unhook my bra, letting it fall to the ground before slipping off my panties. My gaze rests on his, as he peruses my body. Slowly spinning around, I run to the water and submerge myself. A few moments later, Brandon joins me, naked, his erection hard as stone.

“Water feels good.” He swims towards me and I remai
n in place so he can get to me. When he reaches me, he grabs me and pulls me to him. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, where his erection rests against my sex. My body trembles from the contact and my nipples harden against his chest. He caresses my neck with soft kisses and my sex clenches, begging for him to be inside of me.

“I want to kiss you. Do you want me to?” His eyes are hopeful, but again, I’m not ready to kiss him.
I know it’s crazy that I’m willing to do everything else, but kissing him. He kissed another woman. That image still burns in my mind. I shake my head to brush away the memory. I told myself I’d try. To try, I have to let that memory go, stop reflecting on it. But trying doesn’t mean I’m ready to kiss him yet.

“I
can’t, Brandon,” I huff as I release him and begin wading to the shore. My emotions are so conflicted. What are we doing? If I can’t kiss him, should I be doing anything sexual with him? Am I rushing this?

He follows behind me and when we reach the chairs, he says, “Sophia.” I turn to him, and his eyes are dark, from desire or lack of light, I don’t know. “Lay down on the chair.”

I swallow a dry lump in my throat, but do as he says. “Fuc
k, you’re beautiful.” He lets out what sounds like a painful sigh. “I want to watch you touch yourself. I won’t make you come myself until you’re ready to kiss me, but I’d like to watch you, if you want me to.” Naked and wet, I stare up at him, completely turned on by this proposition. “Do you want me to watch you?”

My heart is thundering in my chest when I answer, “Yes. But I want something else.” I whisper and he leans down to hear me.

“What is it?”

“I want you to do
it, too. I want to watch you.”

His chest heaves up and down, my words evidentially exciting him. “Anything else?”

I bite my lip nervous to say what else I want, but I decide I need to open up. “I want you to come on me when you finish.”

Brandon

My dick is so hard right now I’m pretty sure if she blew in its
general direction I’d explode all over her.
Holy shit!
This woman is my wife. We’ve been married for years and years, yet she still surprises me.

“Okay.” My voice is gravelly when I answer. “I want you to touch yourself. Start with those perfect tits of yours.” Sophia’s hands move to her breasts and she gently gropes both, her eyes remaining fixed on me. “Now pinch your nipples, pretend it’s my teeth.” She obeys me, a tiny moan escaping her lips when she does.

“Your mouth always feels so good,” she whispers and I close my eyes, fighting the urge to crawl on top of her and give in.

“Sophia, I want you to move one hand to that soft
, wet pussy and touch yourself.”

“I want you to touch
yourself, too. I want us to do it together,” she reminds me as her hand slides down her belly, my gaze fixed on its descent.

Fisting my cock with one hand, I begin to stroke slowly, head to shaft, over and over. “Do you want me to go fast or slow?” I whisper.

“Slow at first. Just follow my rhythm.” She reaches her free hand out and strokes my thigh and I’m positive she has no idea how much that simple touch has sent me rocketing towards orgasm. Who knew after all these years, she could undo me like this, bring me back to that fumbling college kid who thought he had it all figured out until she showed up, my goddess, turning me into a total wreck.

We fall into a steady tempo, Sophia rubbing her clit in circular motions, me stroking my cock and as her orgasm builds, so does her speed, causing mine to follow.

“You look so fucking hot when you touch yourself, Soph. I swear I’m the luckiest man in the world,” I moan as the familiar tingle shoots down my spine. “Are you close, baby, ‘cause I’m not going to last much longer,” I warn and with my words Sophia lets out a loud moan, her hand moving diligently, her body tensing as her orgasm spirals through her. “Brandon,” she gasps as her eyes watch me, waiting.

“I want you to come here, Brandon.” She squeezes her perfect beautiful tits together and I’m done. My orgasm shoots out of me in hot spurts landing on her chest, seeping between her cleavage down into the hollow of her neck. As I gasp for air above her she reaches her hand up and caresses my face softly.

“That was amazing,” she sighs, a smile of contentment on her face.

“You never cease to amaze
me, Soph.” My forehead falls to hers for a moment before I stand and grab my shirt. I lean down again and wipe her chest and throat, cleaning away what could be one of the most erotic, mind blowing orgasms of my life. When I’m done cleaning her, I turn and find my shorts and just as I’m about to bend down to step into them, I feel Sophia’s body press against my back and her arms wrap around me. I pull her hands tighter, the embrace meaning more than any other she’s ever given me.

“Thank
you, Brandon,” she whispers and then she gently kisses my back between my shoulder blades. It’s not the kiss I’ve been pining for—the kiss that says she forgives me and she’ll give me another chance, but it’s a prelude to that kiss and I’m grateful for it.