Page 63 of Changing Lanes

Torrie steps away from me, shocked. “She trapped you.” She’s not asking, and I’m not saying. I honestly have no clue.

“I’m not sure but when we—when I came home Christmas—she told me then. I had lost you, so I gave up. Stayed home and raised my daughter.” I shrug with my explanation.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Why didn’t you marry her?” Now, I’m shocked.

“You know why.” Taking a step closer to her, I search her faces.

“I’m not sure.” For someone who couldn’t take their eyes off me, she refuses to look at me now.

“I don’t love her.” Her eyes snap up to mine.

“But Andi?” She bites her bottom lip, holding her breath as she waits for my answer.

“She knows I love her. I raise her, Torrie. She lives with me.” Her eyes are focused on my mouth. By God, I can’t take much more. “Look at me. Look at me.” Raising her chin with my finger, her eyes meet mine again. “I’ll always love you. I’m so sorry I never told you.”

Her eyes become glassy, and it’s all I can take. I rub my thumb over her lip as it trembles. Her eyes close as her tongue darts out to taste the tip of my finger. I’m instantly hard. I run my hand around her neck, grabbing hold. Her eyes pop open, looking into mine.

Taking a ragged breath, I snake my other hand around her waist, dragging her to me. Spreading my hand on the small of her back, my thumb makes small circles at the nape of her neck. I can feel her warm breath against my lips. Her scent fills me.

I press into her, allowing her to feel the length of my cock. She gasps, giving me my opening. I take her lips, pressing into them hard at first until I can regain control. Sliding my tongue across her lips, she opens more for me.

Her tongue sweeps against mine, and as I circle hers, I moan, long and loud. She still tastes like heaven. Holding her against me, I run my hand down her thigh, grabbing her leg to wrap around me. She teeters on one heel, so I slip my hand under her ass and she climbs me, locking her legs behind me.

Pushing her against the door, I cup her breast. Her nipples are pushing through her shirt, begging me to touch them. I trace them with my thumb, making them impossibly hard. Moving my mouth to her neck, I bite and suck my way to her breast; she leans back, taking her shirt in one hand and pulls it overhead.

I find her breasts with my mouth, kissing the top as she spills out of them. She reaches between us, fumbling with my button, I spin her around to the table. Papers scatter around the room in the flurry of us undressing each other.

Laying her back, I tug her pants off. She sits up, helping to unbutton my pants, breaking the zipper as she rips it apart. I toe them off after she pushes them down to my knees with her feet. Her legs are around my hips as I lean over, releasing her breasts from their confines.

Taking one into my mouth, I palm the other. Sucking her until her back arches from the table. I pinch her other nipple between my index finger and thumb, making her groan, long and deep. Taking her panties in my hand, I tear them on the side, ripping them away.

Sliding her ass off the table, her feet dig into my ass while I cup hers. She locks her hands around my neck, and I stand there looking into her eyes, waiting. She stares deep into mine and then nods. I impale her with my cock, hard and deep.

Gasping, she grabs my hair while I wait for her to acclimate. She’s wet and hot. I want to move but know she hasn’t relaxed, so I take her mouth. Fucking it, the way I want to fuck her. When I pull back, she surprises me with her words.

“I’ve missed this, you. Take me, Brannon. I’ve waited ten years, fuck me.” She takes my mouth by force, and I begin to move deep inside her.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pick her up as I slide out to the tip, slamming her back down as I top out deep inside her. Our rhythm fast, hard, and with need. I need to hear her scream my name as she comes on the head of my cock.

She releases my hair, locking her arms around my neck. I spin back to the door, pressing her into it. My feet finding purchase, I pound into her. Hitching her leg over my arm, I open her wider to me. Her free foot digs into my ass, as my legs begin to tremble.

Her eyes open to find mine. There are no words spoken, only the things we can say with our hearts flood through our eyes, speaking volumes to each other. The only sound comes from our bodies as they meet, becoming one.

Her pussy clenches, pulling me deeper. I know she’s about to come. I drive into her hard and fast. Pushing her up the door, when her pussy grabs my cock deep within her, she begins to come. Breathlessly murmuring my name.

I meet her orgasm with my own, filling her until I spill from within her. I pulse and twitch as she grips and releases me. Our orgasm slowly releases us into euphoria. Laying my head against her neck, I pull her from the door. Holding her legs around me, I lower us, slowly to the floor.

My back is against the door as Torrie lay wrapped around me. Our hearts beating together, as they should be. When she trembles, I realize we need to get dressed. We haven’t said but very few words since we started.

“Hey. We need to get you dressed, you’re shivering.” I try to pull her away, but she doesn’t move. “What is it, Torrie? Regret?” She shakes her head, and that’s when I feel her tears on me.

Taking her face in my hands, I wipe her cheeks. Moving her hair that sticks to her, I work on drying all that’s wet. Her tears fall too fast, and I’m beginning to get nervous. I wrap her in my arms again, holding her while she cries. After a few minutes, she calms.

“Tell me. We’ve spent ten years away from this, what we know to be good and right. I will never not talk to you again. Tell me, please.” She leans back, regarding me.

“There’s so much. Questions. Concerns. Love. Oh, God. I love you. I should’ve told you, Brannon. It’s always been you.” She kisses me. My lips, cheeks, nose, even my eyes.

“I know, babe. Ask me. I want you to know.” I hold her face in my hands, beseeching her to ask me.