14: AMBROSE

“What are you up to today?” my oldest brother, Dominic, asks.

“Heading to Brayden’s for an NFL game.”

Laughing, he says, “I’m surprised that you could get away.”

“I’m making it my business to take time out to do it. Work’s been taking over my life for the last year, definitely the last few months.”

“Well, if I haven’t said it, I’m proud of you. Becoming the CEO of a corporation like Top Tier is a major coup. Not that I would have expected anything less from you.”

I pull off the highway and navigate the streets of Brayden’s community.

“What about you? How’s the vineyard coming along?”

“Business is booming as usual, and I’m feeling pretty good about this next release,” Dominic says.

My older brother owns a lucrative vineyard in the North Georgia mountains a little over three hundred miles from me, and he’s also a romance writer under the pen name Carson Brooks. Women love his books, but he will never show his face or do any in-person events. He loves the anonymity of his pseudonym. He’s always been a very private person.

“How’s things with Stella?”

“That’s what I was calling to tell you. I asked her to marry me last night, and she said yes!” Dominic exclaims.

“Whoa! I didn’t know you were going to pop the question. Congratulations!” I say.

“Thank you, man. I’m so excited.”

“So, when’s the big day?”

“We haven’t set an exact date but we’re discussing next year this time.”

“That’s amazing. Have you called Mom and Dad or Austin?” I say of our younger brother.

“No, you were the first one I wanted to share this news with.”

“What about Steve?” I ask of his best friend.

“Not yet. Like I said, I wanted you to be the first, and I also want to ask you to be my best man.”

“Of course, that goes without saying,” I say, laughing and happy for him.

We talk a little longer about his plans and my hectic life.

This past week has been extremely busy with out-of-town visitors from our California, New York, and Texas offices coming to visit. I’ve also sat in several meetings with Austin and his team of architects as we’ve reviewed design plans to present to the Blacks and the DeLucas.

Yesterday was my first respite, spending a day with Brynlee decorating my home for Halloween, cooking, eating, and relaxing. I haven’t had a Saturday like that in forever. Usually, I spend my Saturdays working all day until around seven in the evening.

This morning, I slept in and then cooked myself brunch before working out, returning some emails, and reviewing some contracts before signing off on them.

I’m looking forward to Sunday football at Brayden’s. Kickoff is at one, and it’s almost that time now.

It’s been a while since I’ve been to Brayden’s for Sunday football. He holds parties at least six Sundays every season as we all root for our favorite teams. I haven’t been to any this season, thanks to my new position as CEO at Top Tier. I’ve been too busy either traveling or working on Sundays to attend.

I pull up to his house. The driveway is already packed with cars and there are some parked on the street. I find a spot across the street from his house and pull into that one.

“Dom, I’m here. I’ll call you back later this evening.”

“Okay, enjoy yourself and tell Bray I said hello.”

“I will.”

Ending the call with my brother, I shut the car off.

I’m thankful that my home is large enough not to have to worry about the inconvenience of strangers parking in front of my house because my neighbors run out of parking. There’s a long driveway to get to my house, and there’s plenty of parking long before you reach the street.

I lock my car and jog across the street. The door is already open as I make my way up the stairs to his home.

“Come in!” someone shouts when I tap politely on the screen door.

I pull the door open and do a quick scan of the living room. There are a couple of people up here, but they are heading downstairs to Brayden’s man cave next to his in-home gym.

“Hey, Ro!” Shayla comes to greet me, bustling out of the kitchen.

She throws her arms around me and kisses me on the cheek as she always does.

“Hey, Shay. How’s it been going?” I say, returning the kiss.

“Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Trying to make that old man behave,” she says, winking at me.

“You’re going to drive yourself to an early grave trying to do that. You know he’s never gonna act right.”

“I know. It gives me something to do and keeps me busy,” she says.

“As if you don’t have enough to do already being a kick-ass lawyer,” I say.

She giggles and says, “Head on downstairs. You know where he’s at. I gotta warn you. He’s already talking big shit today."

"When isn’t he?” I ask, laughing.

His favorite team, the Forty-Niners, is playing my team today, the Chiefs. Our teams played each other in the Superbowl earlier this year, and my team won, and we won the Superbowl last year.

So, I know his team isn’t ready for us today.

As I come down the stairs and head towards the man cave, I can hear the excitement already, and I hear Brayden over everyone else.

“Come on in here and take this ass-whooping, Ro!” Brayden says the moment that he sees me.

“That’s why guys like you will never be CEO. You’re making second-level decisions and not big money moves,” I say, laughing as I head into the room.

Everyone in the room laughs or “oohs” my comment.

“Man, sit your ass down and take a seat. My boys are coming harder this year!” Brayden says, waving a dismissive hand at me.

I look around for an empty seat and find only two. One is near Brayden, which I’m sure belongs to Shayla, and that’s confirmed the moment she steps into the room behind me and takes her seat.

The only other seat is beside Brynlee. I head in that direction and take the armchair beside her.

“Don’t be crying on my sister’s lap when your team loses, either,” Brayden calls out.

Brynlee looks uncomfortable as she forces a smile on her lips and squirms in her seat. She’s wearing a short, light blue denim skirt, a sleeveless orange turtleneck, a long brown cardigan that’s hanging off her shoulders, and a pair of brown booties.

I swear I have no idea how I’ll make it through this afternoon. She smells delicious.

“Hey,” I say, taking the seat beside her.

“Hey yourself,” she says, smiling at me and then turning back to the TV.

I look around the room noisy room and count off seven couples, and then there’s Bryn and me.

“I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s my brother’s party,” she says simply with a shrug.

“Yeah, but you didn’t come to any of them last year.”

“I wasn’t living here last year,” she says simply. “I haven’t seen you at any of them this year.”

“That’s because I’ve been busy traveling and getting acclimated to my new role. This was the first Sunday I’ve had off in a while.”

“I think you need to do something about that,” she says.

“Like?”

“Introduce some more fun into your life. Maybe take weekends off now and get into something.”

Smirking, I mutter, “Oh, I’m about to get into something all right!”

Brayden jumps up and hollers, dragging my attention from Brynlee and back to the game.

***

The score is seventeen to fourteen and the Forty-Niners are winning. Despite the game being close, Brayden talks big shit.

Everyone is talking about the game, and I glance over at Bryn.

“Follow me,” I say.

She lifts an eyebrow and looks at her brother and then back at me frowning.

“Now?” she whispers.

“Because you dared to question me, you’ll be punished for your disobedience. If you hesitate a moment longer, it will be ten times worse,” I tell Bryn as I lean closer.

Bryn inhales and then nods.

I stand and leave the room, and she’s right behind me.

“Where are y’all going?” Brayden asks, his tone suspicious.

“We’ll be right back. I need to review something with her on this casino project we’re working on.”

“Yeah, she told me about that. I can’t wait until it’s finished,” Shayla says, wearing a smirk that I can’t interpret. She and Bryn exchange a surreptitious look.

“It’s about time we got something like that here in Ocean Falls,” Brayden chips in, his concerns allayed as he turns back to the TV complaining about a commercial.

We head out of the room and up the stairs. There are a few people up here grabbing some fresh drinks. I turn right and head down the hallway towards the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” she hisses.

Reaching back, I grab her hand and tug her along behind me without answering her question. When I get to the bathroom, I push the door open, drag her inside, and then close and lock the door.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy? If someone says something to Bray or he sees us, he’s going to hit the roof,” Bryn freaks out.

I pull her soft body against my hard one, wrapping my arm around her, covering her mouth with mine, and swallowing her protests.

Bryn groans under my kisses as my hands drop down to cup the backs of her legs. I slide my hand up and under her skirt. Jerking her waistband away from her hips, I drag it down and break our kiss.

“What are you doing?” she hisses as I pull her left leg up and then her right to remove the thong from her feet.

I pocket the thong and ask, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

I push her legs apart, and she pushes my head away.

“Stop! We can’t do this here, Ambrose. Besides, what about my proposal for us not to have sex.”

My fingers press into her thighs, forcing them apart. When I get my first sniff of her sweet pussy I don’t hear another word she says. Pressing my head further under her skirt, I swipe my tongue through her wet flesh, slicking it over her folds, and then back up to lick around her clit.

Her fingers pinch my shoulders as she holds on to me.

“Oh, my God, Ro! You have to stop,” she moans while clamping her legs around my head to keep me locked in.

I suck, and she rocks her hips in slow circles. I can feel her pulsing on my tongue as it penetrates her sex. I slide a finger inside of her pussy, slowly working it in and out as I suck her lower lips and swipe my tongue down her sex.

Bryn’s breath hitches as she moans her pleasure. I slide another finger inside of her as I gobble up her sweet juices. I don’t want to stop, I don’t want her to cum, and I don’t want this to end.

She’s so soft, wet, and hot, and she’s all that I want, now and forever.

Bryn’s legs gap open, and she squats, sitting on my face and making my bliss complete. With one hand, she clutches the edge of the counter, and with her other, she braces herself against the wall, and she works my face over.

My dick is pounding in my jeans, begging to be released, but I won’t. I’ll hold myself up to what she’s proposed, but she deserves this release.

Someone knocks on the door and calls, “Hey, I’ve gotta use it.”

Bryn’s eyes pop wide open, and I pull back briefly, press a finger to my lips, and say, “Sorry, dude. I’ll be in here for a minute.”

“Oh, shit. Okay. Make sure you spray,” the man says before leaving.

I recognize his voice as a light skin guy with dreads.

“We have to stop,” she hisses, pushing me away again.

I grab the backs of her thighs, pull her close again, and then latch my lips onto her lower ones. I won’t stop sucking and licking until she’s crying and tears are falling from her eyes.

“I have to cum,” she says with a low moan.

Pulling back, I look up at her and say, “Cum, baby.”

Bryn squats on my face again, taking her rightful seat, and then gyrates her hips like she’s Shakira performing in a video.

“Ohh, fuck, Ro. It feels so good,” she moans. “Mm, yes, baby. That’s it right there,” she whimpers.

I suck and suck until she’s shaking. When she finishes, I clean her up with my mouth, and slowly she stands.

Bryn is breathing heavily as though she’s just run a marathon, and she’s still clutching the counter and the wall. I grab a couple of disposable wipes and clean her up quickly.

I smile and grab the door handle.

“Hey!”

“What?”

“What about my panties?”

Removing them from my pocket, I look back at her, sniff them, and then say, “They’re mine.”

I stuff them back in my pocket and look out the door. There’s no one around.

“The coast is clear. Get yourself together and come back downstairs in five minutes, sugar. I’ll tell them you had to use the restroom.”

She stares at me in disbelief, but I see the satisfaction on her face.

“Ro?”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you do that?”

“Baby, you accidentally dialed me last night. I had the pleasure of listening to you watching porn and getting off on it. Unfortunately, I had none of that pleasure. So, I decided to give you a little punishment. Forcing you to do something this private at an uncomfortable location and not giving you your panties back will teach you not to fuck over me next time. Have fun trying to sit properly in that short-ass skirt with no panties on.”

“You’re such an asshole, Ambrose.”

“Not really. But I can’t wait to taste yours,” I tease, winking at her.

Just before I close the door behind me, I say, “Bryn, one more thing?”

“What?” she hisses.

“Make sure no one sees my pussy.”

I smirk at the outraged look on her face, close the door, and head back downstairs just as half-time ends.