Intrigued and Enchanted (25 page)

“Hey everyone, thanks for coming out tonight. Bit of an impromptu gig for us. A friend of mine told me one of our fans from America is in London this week so we thought we would give her a show. Put your hands together for Lily Pritchard everyone.” He just said my name. No…fucking…way. The crowd starts clapping and whistling.

“What did you do Brandon?” He has smug written all over his face.

“I may have spoken to Jess last week and then made a few calls to Nate and he pulled some strings with his colleagues here in London. The boys were more than happy to put on a gig for the fee I’m paying.” He hired one of my favourite bands just for me.

“Thank you so much Brandon. This is so thoughtful. I love you.” He gently tilts my head backwards to capture my mouth with his as the band starts playing.

“Enjoy my sweet girl.” I focus my attention on the stage as the band kicks off the gig. They sound even better live. They play all of my favourite tracks and as I lose myself in the music, I feel Brandon holding me a little tighter. With a kiss below my ear, Brandon speaks just loud enough for me to hear.

“God I love you Lily.” We enjoy the rest of the set, jumping and dancing with the rest of the crowd, the whole place buzzing with energy. Swaying together to the slower songs. When the band finishes, we demand an encore, stomping our feet and clapping as loudly as we can. They give us what we want and before they leave the stage the lead singer shouts through the microphone.

“Thank you, you’ve been a great crowd. Hope you enjoyed the show Lily. We’ve been Flaming Embers. Good night.” Every girl in the place is screaming as they all jump off the stage and make their way into the back room.

Brandon has another surprise up his sleeve, he takes me back to meet the band. I get a signed copy of their album and manage not to make a complete idiot of myself while in their company, so I consider that a triumph!

I’m so jazzed from the gig that I don’t want to go back to the hotel. We hit a few more bars and a club, dancing the night away before stumbling (well I stumble) back to the hotel at about 4am. I swear I’m out cold before my head hits the pillow.

What a great night. Brandon never ceases to amaze me with the surprises he manages to pull off for me. He puts so much thought and effort into our time together, it really makes me feel special. I’m feeling a bit worse for wear today, but I want to make the most of our last day in London.

We share a quick but extremely pleasurable shower together before we take in as many sights as we can. I have a list of things I want to see and do today and Brandon obliges me without complaint. We go to Harrods and I get a few gifts for Jess and maybe a few things for myself (for ‘a few’ read ‘way too much’). I make sure I don’t give Brandon the opportunity to buy me anything but he still manages to pull me into Tiffany’s London.

“I know what you’ve been doing but I want to get you a charm in London to remember our time here. You can pick whatever you want.” Normally I would protest but I actually think this is a lovely idea so I just thank him and follow him into the store. We’re not in there very long before I spy the perfect charm – a solid silver heart with a letter B engraved in the centre. I gave my heart to Brandon in London. Brandon smiles as I point it out to him.

“Excuse me miss. Could we please have this heart charm and also one with the letter ‘L’ attached to my girlfriend’s bracelet?” The sales clerk takes a moment to admire the wonder that is Brandon, before flashing me a snide look and acquiescing to Brandon’s request. I remove my bracelet and hand it over with a smug grin on my face – yes bitch, he’s mine. With my pretty new charms in place we head out see some more of the sights. Next stop the London Eye.

The view from the top of the London Eye is ridiculous. You can see the whole city sprawling out before your eyes in all its magnificence. Brandon pulls me to him, his lips finding mine, connected by an invisible force. I feel as if I am on top of the world right now, literally and figuratively.

“There is one last place I’d like to take you, but it’s outside the main city. We need to take a train. You up for it?” The love shining in his eyes, beaming down at me is incredible. The butterflies are running rampant in my stomach today.

“Yes. I’d go anywhere with you Brandon.” I capture his face in my palms, his scruff tickling me as I kiss him with everything I have. I don’t even notice that the Eye has come to a stop and the doors are open for us to disembark. The attendant clears his throat to get our attention and the people waiting to get in give us a clap as we step out of the pod.

I don’t ask where we’re going when we get on the train. I’m happy just to be with Brandon and trust that whatever it is, I’ll like it. And boy do I like it.

The journey is relatively short and I enjoy cuddling into Brandon as we listen to the quiet clickety-clack of the train on the tracks. Our car is pretty empty until the next stop when a crowd gets on and jostles their way down the aisle to find seats. I immediately stiffen in my seat. The man coming towards me, on first glance, looks scarily like Ron Peterson. Brandon feels every muscle in my body tighten next to him.

“Are you okay baby?” I glance back up in the direction of the man, relieved to see that he doesn’t look so much like the monster that haunts my dreams. My mind must be playing tricks on me. I’m starting to get a little anxious at the thought of going home tomorrow and I still haven’t heard any news from my mom.

I shake off my funk and assure Brandon that I’m fine. He knows I’m lying but he senses that it’s not the time to push me and simply pulls me closer and runs his fingers through my hair, calming me, assuaging my worries. Shortly after that we arrive in a town called Teddington and Brandon pulls me excitedly from the train.

“I figured since you’re big on literature and history and London, we couldn’t come and not visit Hampton Court.” My face lights up, splitting into a massive grin.

“Seriously. As in Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn Hampton Court?” He’s laughing at me now.

“Is there another Hampton Court I don’t know about? You are too cute woman.” I punch him in the arm for laughing at me.

“Was that your attempt at hurting me? That was just laughable. Let’s go check this place out.”

“I’ve always wanted to come here.”

“I noticed ‘The Tudors’ box set in your room and took an educated guess that you would enjoy a visit here.” I don’t know why I’m surprised that he would notice such a small detail, but I am. It’s heart-warming that he puts so much thought into making me happy.

We spend a few hours exploring Hampton Court and it doesn’t disappoint. You can feel the walls steeped in history, transporting you back to a different time, allowing you to reach through time and space and touch something remarkable.

After an amazing day, we head back to the hotel and freshen up before having a fabulous dinner in one of the hotel restaurants.

“I can’t thank you enough for this trip Brandon. I’ve had the most amazing time. I’ll never forget it.” He holds my hands across the table.

“This is just the beginning for us Lily. We have so many adventures ahead of us. Just you and me.” He lifts my hands to his lips and places a chaste kiss on each palm.

“Where do you want to go next? Paris, Rome, Budapest?”

“I’ll settle for being with you back in New York for now…but maybe Rome wouldn’t be the worst place to spend some time together in the future.” I get lost in the depths of his smouldering eyes as I gaze across the table.

“Ok baby. We need to go upstairs now. You can’t look at me like that and expect to keep your clothes on, so unless you want to get naked in this restaurant in front of all these people…” A thrill of anticipation runs through my body, straight to the apex of my thighs. I stand and use my best sexy hip action to sashay towards the elevators. Brandon is behind me in a flash.

“Now that’s just cruel showing me that swagger in public. Get in that elevator now before I spank your tight little ass.” He’s so hot.

The moment that we’re in the door, Brandon rips my dress off my shoulders and pushes it down to the floor. As soon as my hands are free I rip his shirt open, hearing the buttons scatter onto the table and down onto the floor. I make short work of unzipping his fly and pushing his boxers down to unleash his raging erection. He pushes me up against the wall and lifts me off my feet.

“Wrap your legs around me baby.” I do as he asks while he unclasps my bra and throws it behind us. His lips are immediately on my breasts, sucking my nipples, flicking his tongue over the tip, making them pucker for him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of you. I fucking love you Lily.” Supporting my weight with one hand, the other slides in between us and tears my panties off. His fingers caressing my folds.

“Fuck.” It’s all he can manage when he feels how wet I am for him. He positions himself at my entrance and with one hard thrust, he is buried inside me, filling me, consuming me. He lets out a guttural moan which I answer with my own.

Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, hard and fast, pushing each other to the brink of orgasm. I fall over the edge, screaming his name as he pounds into me before stilling and letting his own orgasm wash over him. My muscles are still clenching around him as he rides it out, panting my name.

That has to be the quickest orgasm I have ever had without any foreplay. Just being around Brandon is foreplay enough. I’m still wrapped around him as he walks over to the bed and gently lowers me onto the covers.

“Now Miss Pritchard…I’m going to take my time with you and worship every inch of your delectable body the way it deserves.” I don’t argue with him, I simply let my legs fall apart, opening myself to him, to anything he wants to do with me.

“So fucking pretty.” He’s true to his word. He spends the next two hours making me come over and over again, making love to me, worshipping me, cherishing our connection to each other. I’m exhausted by the time Brandon tucks me under the covers and pulls me into his side.

“Sweet dreams, sweet girl. I love you Lily.” I take a moment to ponder this trip and where we go from here. I’ve had an amazing time here in London, but I’m ready to start the next chapter back in New York, with Brandon. A new job and a new future awaits. With thoughts of our future dancing in my head, I drift into a wonderful sleep filled with dreams of love and laughter…and Brandon.

23

Friday morning we are up relatively early to get organised for our flight. I’m sad that our trip is over, but I am really excited about what’s next back home in New York. Once we get everything packed we have a leisurely breakfast in our room before checking out and heading to the airport.

“You ready to go home?” I curl up in Brandon’s lap in the first class lounge.

“Yeah. This has been amazing, but we’ll be together back home, and that means everything is going to be great.” We snuggle together in the lounge until we’re ready to board. First class really is awesome. The flight home is smooth and I manage to relax and dose on and off throughout the flight.

When we touch down in New York, I’m looking forward to seeing Jess and telling her all about London. She’ll go crazy when I tell her we finally said the ‘L’ word to each other.

Angus is here, ready to drive us home and it’s comforting to see his stoic face waiting for us. Brandon gets us settled in the back of the SUV while Angus takes care of the luggage. He lifts me into his lap and wraps the seatbelt around both of us.

“Would you mind if I stay with you tonight baby? I’m not ready to leave you yet.” I take a moment to scent him, breathing him deep into my lungs.

“I’m not ready to
let
you leave.” Brandon and I spend the journey to the apartment kissing and whispering our sweet nothings to each other like lovesick teenagers. It’s disgusting really…and I love every moment.

When we pull up outside my apartment I’m looking forward to spending the night in my own bed with the man I love. Brandon grabs our bags and tells Angus to pick him up here in the morning.

As I open the door to my apartment I realise that Jess isn’t here. Brandon obviously has the same realisation as he drops the bags on the floor and backs me down onto the sofa.

“I love you so fucking much Lily.” It’s all I need to give myself over to him completely. He quickly strips both of us of our clothing before pulling me up and sitting me on his lap. I can feel his hard cock pressing along the length of my folds.

“I can’t get over how stunningly beautiful you are baby. You take my breath away.” I thread my fingers into his luscious black hair, tugging his lips to meet mine in a toe-tingling, mind-melting, earth-shattering kiss. Deep and sensual, loving and hungry. I lift my hips in invitation and Brandon wastes no time impaling me on his throbbing erection. We are two pieces of a puzzle, we were made to fit together.

Brandon guides my hips up and down the length of him, kissing my breasts, his strong hands pressed into my thighs. With every stroke he hits my sweet spot, and caresses my clit; the myriad of sensations almost too much to bear. I slide my hands down onto his shoulders as I ride him faster and faster, chasing the release that only Brandon can give me.

“Yes Brandon. Right there…fucking hell…yes…yes…I love you Brandon.” As soon as the words fall from my lips, Brandon finds his own release, joining me in the all-consuming ecstasy that our bodies create together.

We take a moment to just enjoy being skin to skin before we grab our clothes from the floor and get ready, just in case Jess makes an entrance!

Brandon takes our bags into my room while I put on a pot of coffee before checking through my mail. I discover a note from Jess on the fridge telling me that she has gone away with Simon for a few days and will be back late Monday night. There is also a Post-it telling me to call my mom. I’ll call her before bed to see if she has some good news for me.

I grab my mail from the table by the door and start flicking through it. Bills, bills and…a large brown envelope. I set the unexciting stuff down on the table and open the large envelope with my name on it. When I pull out the contents, a chill runs through my body. This can’t be…he wouldn’t. I flick through the photographs and find a handwritten note at the back.