Page 104 of Changing Lanes

“Come with me.” Greta takes me by the arm, walking me over to the desk. “Gentlemen, this is my daughter’s fiancé. He’s here to surprise her, so let’s not spoil it.” She winks at them and leads me to the elevators. “I’ll be back in an hour. Go get her, she belongs with you. Take a right off the elevator, last door on the right.” She kisses me on the cheek and pushes the call button.

“Thank you. And Greta, you should do more ‘mom stuff’, she likes that. And thank you for being there for Adan.” I kiss her back.

“It was my honor, Brannon. I’m sorry for your loss.” She holds me tight until the elevator arrives.

The doors open to the twentieth floor, and I step out to a desk with two receptionists. They look up at me, smiling as they give me a once over. I smile with a nod. “Ladies.” I walk to the right and through the door; there’s a large work area with a lot of people.

I spot the silver placard engraved with Torrence Harrington, COO in a clean print. I walk with determination as every eye in the room is on me; smile and throw out a few winks. “Ladies.” From the looks of it, I’m rather appreciated. “Afternoon.” I nod at her secretary as I proceed to open her door to everyone’s surprise.

“Sir, you can’t just walk in there,” the girl yells.

I open it anyway, to Torrie’s shocked face. “Hey, honey,” I say, grinning at her.

“Brannon?” Torrie stands as I shut the door behind me, locking it. “What are doing here?” she asks, already tearing up.

“I wanted to remind you how much you’re loved and that you have a home.” I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. “You needed to know how much I miss you, miss us.” Her mouth is on mine before I can say another word. Her tongue tangles with mine as I find a wall to pin her to.

She takes my hat off, tossing it to the floor. I unbutton her navy wrap dress in the front just enough to show her matching navy lace demi bra. She keeps pulling and tugging at my shirt until I lean back for her to rip it over my head.

I reach in, pulling her breast free over top of her cups. Her nipples are hard and asking for attention. I’m a good man, so I show 'em some. Taking one into my mouth, I swirl the tip of my tongue around it. She moans, then her eyes pop open. I bite down, I don’t give a fuck if they know why I came here.

She moans louder, so I make sure she doesn’t care. I move my hand around her skirt that’s rode up her thighs, finding her panties are already wet. Now, she gets a moan. She smirks behind our kissing, and I trail down to suck her breast into my mouth.

Fisting her panties at the seam, I rip them from her. She gasps, and I forge ahead. Unbuttoning my pants, I drop them. Her eyes open as I sit at her entrance; I bob with the weight, and I can feel her clench. I release her mouth, telling her, “Even your body knows it belongs to me.”

I fill her, pushing utterly to where she stops. She releases an audible moan, “Ahhhh.”

Her pussy clenches my cock in repetition, her orgasm building quickly. “We ain’t goin’ down like this. You need to be reminded of who owns you,” I say, sliding outta her, and she gasps again.

Biting her lip so hard, it immediately turns crimson. Pushing back, deep into her, I begin my punishing rhythm. Her breasts bounce with every slap of our bodies meeting. Hard, deeper, I push her up the wall, digging my feet in. She feels so fucking good, I want to be buried so deep she doesn’t know we’re two different people.

Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling with every thrust into her. Our pace steady but not hurried. I want her sore and thinking of me. Her mouth presses into mine with such hunger. I groan into hers. She gives me another audible moan. As her tongue swirls mine, her pussy tightens.

Fuck, I’m going to go as soon as she does. Her body begins to tremble, pulsing around my cock. Her head falls back against the wall, and she moans louder. I thrust harder, grinding her pussy with my cock. Her next release does us both in. “Brannnn!” she screams.

Her orgasm making her lock onto my cock, pulling me impossibly deeper and holding me there. I meet hers with my own, filling her full as my head lulls back. Our last pulsation brings my head forward, leaning against her forehead. “I love you.”

I let her down slowly, pushing her dress to straighten it, as she fixes the top. I pull up my pants, and she grabs my shirt. I tug it over my head, along with putting my hat on backward. I push her against the wall, tilting her chin up to meet my lips. Placing a small kiss on them.

Unlocking the door, her eyes go wide. I open it, yanking her to me so everyone can see. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I tilt her back, laying my lips over hers. Standing her up quickly, I place a box in her hand. “I’ve had this for ten years, for this finger, only this finger. I love you.”

Turning to leave, I walk away with a round of applause as I tip my hat. Torrie stands in her doorway, red and worn out. “Hey, country boy.” I stop, looking back at her, tilting my head up. “I love you,” she yells.

“I know. I’ll be at home.” I leave her with her favorite smile and a wink. I call for the car on my way down, and as I exit the building he pulls up. Climbing in, I get a text from Torrie.

You don’t play fair.

I send one back.

I sure as hell won’t when it comes to you from now on.

The next text, makes me smile.

<3

I don’t respond. She needs time to think. I pull her torn panties from my pocket, I hope this isn’t all I have in the end. I lay my head back as the sun sets in the sky, headed back to Carolina. I smile to myself for my plan and send a silent, ‘Thanks’ to Greta.

Torrie and I have texted every day this week, nothing more than ‘I love you.’ The hotel’s grand opening is tomorrow, but she won’t be here. Her father made her stay behind to handle an issue at the office. I know why, he paid Ava off, but don’t say a word. I reply the way we have been, simply saying, ‘I love you.’