Not a Homewrecker

Chapter Five: Happily Ever After

Johnny and I arrived at Missoula late yesterday morning. We're staying at a hotel in the city since most of the wedding attendees have occupied the guest rooms at the main house and all the available cabins on the property. The rest of the party will be arriving tomorrow, right on time for the big day.

Today, we have a small rehearsal dinner in the evening we need to prepare for, so Tony picked us up earlier and we're headed up to the ranch. Poor Tony needs a raise for all the driving he's been having to do lately. Johnny is unusually quiet and contemplative on the drive. I called him right after my phone conversation with Brad almost three weeks ago, so he's aware of the entire situation. He's been keeping a cautious eye on me since our flight landed at MSO.

"What did Brad say to you yesterday?" he asks, as he continues to watch me.

"Not much," I shrug. "He asked me how I was doing and if I needed anything."

"Hmm," he hums. "Are you planning on talking to him this weekend?"

Brad has kept in contact with me since our conversation about his ex-wife. He sends me text messages every night asking me about my day. He's kept things very polite and courteous, but I haven't had the courage to open up the topic of our relationship again.

Do we move forward as a couple? Is it okay that he kept his traumatic marriage a secret from me for three months?

"I don't know," I admit. "He's been so patient and understanding with me but..."

"But, what?"

"Well, I don't —at all— blame him for anything that happened with his ex-wife. I mean my whole interaction with his ex was a misunderstanding and he tried to handle it as best as he could. But, I guess I was hurt he kept his marriage from me. What if he has more secrets he keeps hidden or what if he hides more things from me in the future? I mean...keeping quiet about a divorce for months is a pretty big deal." I blow out a breath and face Johnny. "I just don't know."

"Well, I guess it is a big deal," he admits. "For him."

"What?"

"I understand where you're coming from Olivia," he soothes. "But it's not really up to you to decide how long it should take for someone to share about their painful past. If he was still married that would be a different story, but he was free to have a relationship with you. I mean...there was nothing illicit about his actions. Did he take his time telling you about his marriage and divorce? Yes. But you didn't necessarily have a conventional relationship. You haven't even had a real date yet."

I rub my arms and stare at my best friend, confidant and —apparently— advice guru. "You're right," I admit. "Our relationship was far from traditional."

"Duhh," he rolls his eyes. "I'm always right. I mean the poor guy thought we had a three-some cause you didn't tell him about my relationship with Jon for five weeks."

At that remark, Johnny and I laugh so loudly we startle poor Tony.

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I'm wrapping things up with the staff after the wedding rehearsal dinner. The evening passed beautifully and Cheryl was thrilled. She's such a sweetheart and has been one of the easiest brides I've ever worked with. Jason is such a lucky guy.

I finish talking to the staff and turn toward the main house to look for Johnny. I find him running down the stairs of the house's back entrance rushing to me.

"Olivia," he breathes. "Now is your chance."

"What?"

"To talk to Brad," he clarifies. "I saw him entering his office. You should go to him."

I blow out a breath and stare toward the house. "I don't know Johnny. I'm nervous."

"You can't keep delaying your conversation. Go talk to him!"

"Alright," I whisper.

I walk into the house and toward Brad's office. I reach his door and knock lightly.

"Brad," I call. "Can I come in?"

The door swings open and Brad stares down at me. "Olivia?" he asks surprised. "Of course, please come in."

I enter his office and he shuts door leaning on it.

"Is everything alright sweet girl?"

"Yes Brad, I'm sorry to bother you..."

"Never," he interrupts. "You can never bother me Olivia."

"I ummm," I mumble, looking around his charming office. He has a large mahogany desk and leather chair. Papers litter his desk and a laptop is left open on top. I look back at Brad. "I'm sorry I took so long to think things through."

"No baby, I'm the one who owes you an apology. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my divorce sooner."

I nod my head at him. "It's okay, Brad. But, please tell me you don't have any more secrets."

"No Olivia," he shakes his head. "I promise sweet girl, you know every single thing there is to know about me."

I give him a tentative smile. "That's good."

He slowly approaches me lifting his hand and cupping my cheek. His thumb caresses my lips. "I've missed you so much baby," he whispers.

"Me too."

He lowers his head and closes his mouth over mine. His tongue seeking permission to enter. I open for him and our tongues tangle together. Our kiss quickly becomes intense as Brad pulls me closer. I break away breathing heavily and push him back.

"What's wrong baby?" he breathes.

I grab his hand and lead him to his desk chair making him take a seat.

"I'm sorry baby, we can take things slow," he promises.

I smile and shake my head at him dropping to my knees.

"Baby?" his rough voice questions.

My hands reach for his jeans and I unfasten them. "Help me pull these down."

"Fuck," he grunts as he slides down his jeans and briefs.

His erection stands tall and swollen. Pre-cum leaking from the tip. I start to lick my way up and down his cock.

"Baby, please, take me in that sweet mouth," he pleads as he grips my hair.

I smile and lick my way up to the tip. Tasting his pre-cum, I open my mouth and suck him down my throat.

"Fuck, Fuck!" He groans guiding my head up and down with his hand.

I continue to suck him as his moans trigger my own arousal.

His fist tightens on my hair. "Baby, up, I want to come inside you," he begs, pulling me up as he stands. He turns me around and bends me over his desk, lifting my dress. He slides my thong down my thighs and pushes into me. "Fuck baby, I've missed this sweet pussy."

I moan like a porn star as his thrusts increase in speed.

His hand finds my hair again using it to pull my head back as he leans into me. "Are you gonna come for me like a good girl?" he whispers.

"Brad, please," I whimper.

"I know sweet girl, I know. You need to come." He sucks on my neck as his hips pound into my behind.

My legs shaking from pleasure, I scream through my release.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck," he groans through his own climax.

He slips out of me and lifts me from his desk hugging me close.

"Now what?" I ask softly.

"Now, I give you your happily ever after," he promises.