Whole Lot More

Chapter Twenty Two

A bit of a big revelation in this chapter...

Chapter Twenty Two

Martin could tell in Brynne's desperate moves, that she was being honest with him about the fact that she just wanted to be loved. And if that's all she wanted, he could do that.

She grabbed his hand and slowly led him down the hallway to her bedroom. It almost mimicked what she had done the night before, only this time she shut the door, ensuring that at least for one night, Lucky would stay out of the bedroom.

As soon as the door shut, she practically attacked him with her lips, the two of them resting up against the back of the door as they plundered each other's mouths with tongues. As much as air was a necessity, they weren't going to come up for it unless they absolutely needed to.

Some time later – with their hearts hammering in their chest – they pulled apart and drew in deep breaths, Martin resting his forehead on Brynne's.

"I know you already said you are, but are you sure about this Brynne? You can back out now if you want to... I really won't hold it against you."

Instead of answering, her hands went to work undoing his belt from his khakis and beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. Three buttons down it, he grabbed her wrists with his hands to still her movement.

"I'm sure Martin, really sure."

He nodded and the two began a slow walk back towards the bed. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, their eyes never leaving each other's.

Both knew that this had all been building up since the first day they'd started talking, even more so since they'd met up in Dega. His buddies had ribbed on him for weeks after Dega, that if he'd even had half a brain he'd of potted her that weekend.

He hadn't. And he couldn't have been happier that he hadn't. It would have seemed too rushed and too soon if it would have happened the first time they'd ever met.

Months of tension and getting to know each other had built up and boiled until tonight. This one moment. When finally, they would be together.

Unbuttoning the last two buttons on his shirt, Martin shrugged it off and threw it behind him on the floor, making the first move.

Brynne was more than happy to make the next one.

She shifted to lift her shirt up and over her head, and fell back onto the bed in the process. Her shirt made its way to Martin's shirt, and he stood over her looking down at her in awe.

Even with her bra on, he couldn't get over how beautiful she really was. She was beautiful everywhere. Inside and outside.

"If I'm going to fast for you, let me know, okay?" he asked, "I want this to be special for both of us and not rushed. Not this time. There'll be time for that."

Swallowing quickly, she nodded, watching him with hawk eyes as he lowered himself down to the edge of the bed and over the top of her, bringing her mouth to his once again.

He ravished her mouth for a couple of minutes, before trailing kisses down her neck and finding that one spot that made the air escape from her lungs. She craned her neck, giving him better access and tearing a moan deep from her throat.

"God, Martin..." she breathed out.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he grinned.

True to his word, he continued his journey down her neck, sucking on her collarbone. He didn't seem to want to stay in one spot for too long as he continued down her body, leaving a trail right until he got to the confines of her bra.

"This has gotta go," he mumbled, groaning when both clasps were undone and her breasts came spilling out in all their glory. All for him. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing them slightly. He just wanted her to feel it all.

He wanted her to beg.

Blowing puffs of air onto her, caused her taut nipples to stand at full attention, and it excited him. He hadn't even gotten to use his tongue on them, yet.

Slowly but surely, he leaned into her right side running his tongue over her nipple, before pulling back and blowing a puff of air onto it again.

"Just touch me Martin," she groaned, "Please, just touch me!"

His hands slid further down her body, to the top button of her skirt as his mouth attacked her breasts. He licked her right nipple, pulling it into his mouth and lapping at it, her moans egging him on. He turned his attention to the other side and rejoiced in the fact that she didn't want him to stop.

Her smooth torso was covered with his hands when he relented his attention to her breasts, only to apply the intensity of his gaze and his attention further down. His tongue dipped into her belly button as his hands unsnapped the button on her skirt.

In the quietness of the room, Brynne could hear her zipper being pulled down and next thing she knew, her skirt and panties laid in a heap on the floor. Just the thought caused her to get even wetter than she'd already been and a moan to tear through her.

Her moan turned into a strangled yelp when Martin's hands spread her legs apart and he kneeled between them, and when she felt his hot breath against her center, she almost lost it right there.

His eyes on her half lidded ones, he never lost her gaze as he inserted one finger, then two, the squelching sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of her surrounded by all her juices was enough to make his already hard cock become even harder.

Two fingers turned into three, and Brynne clutched at the sheets when one very naughty finger began to circle her clit, causing that tingling sensation to start from her toes and begin to rise up her body. Her moans ran into one, long moan and she knew that if he didn't stop, she was going to go over the edge.

Very soon.

"Martin, I'm so close."

"Come for me, baby."

"Not yet," she yelped, "I need you. I want you. I need you in me. Now, please now."

He couldn't resist her anything, especially knowing how close she was to going over that precious edge right at that moment. Pulling his fingers from her, he quickly cleaned them off, savoring the taste of purely her, before dropping his pants and boxers to the ground and stepping out of them.

His cock ached to be inside of her, and he couldn't remember a time when he'd been so hard before, as he was now.

He eased himself down onto the bed next to her, kissing her fully as he pushed himself into her. He moaned at just how tight she was, knowing that this was going to be a great ride.

After allowing her a moment to adjust to him, he slowly and very gently started to thrust into her, the two of them getting a rhythm going. A slow, torturous rhythm. Torturous for both of them.

But he didn't want to go harder, not without her asking for it. He groaned as a loud moan tore from her lips, and he bet that anyone in the surrounding apartments knew what was going on.

She could guarantee they did, too. The little old ladies who insisted she needed to find a man would be loving this.

A couple more, slow and shallow thrusts, and Brynne had had enough. As nice as it was that Martin was being gentle and slow with her, like he had said he was going to be, she could feel herself on the brink of her release, and his slow pace wasn't helping things at all.

"Harder, Martin," she moaned, "Fuck me. Fuck me, good."

He didn't have to be asked twice as his slow and shallow thrusts became long, fast and hard; their bodies slamming into each other and finding that perfect rhythm, the one they knew would get them both over that precarious edge.

"How's that, baby?"

"Harder," she hissed, "I'm almost there, Martin! I'm almost there!"

"So am I," he moaned, "You're so tight Brynne, so incredibly tight."

One... two... three more thrusts and Brynne felt her entire body pulsating from the intensity of the orgasm taking over her body. She screamed, Martin muffling her scream by attaching his mouth to hers. Her walls clamped around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as he shot his load into her, her body accepting it.

"My God..." Brynne hissed, trying to let the air back into her lungs.

After giving himself a minute to catch his breath, he pulled out of her and collapsed back against the pillows. "God I... really like you." His whole body froze up when he realized what he'd almost said; had the "L" word honestly almost come out of his mouth? Did he love her? "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Oh God no, of course not," she sighed, "But you did wear me out. I'm exhausted right now."

"Go to sleep then, we'll both go to sleep."

"Okay."

She snuggled up to his chest and he realized she hadn't been lying about being exhausted; as soon as she'd gotten comfortable she'd almost immediately fallen asleep.

He brushed a piece of hair back from around her face and watched her sleep, wishing he could get to sleep that easily, himself.

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The Next Morning

The sunlight streaming in the window brought Brynne from her slumber, as she stretched her arms over her head, trying to release the sleep from its hold on her body.

"Morning," Martin whispered, kissing her lightly, before pulling back and grinning at her. "Last night was..."

"Amazing," she finished with a smile herself, "Seriously, absolutely amazing."

"Couldn't agree with you more."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence as Brynne let her eyes roam over him. From his mussed hair to his sculpted chest. He was teasing her, keeping the sheet just above the place he knew she wanted to see the most, and keeping himself hidden.

"What's the plan for today?" he asked quietly.

Grinning, she pushed herself up so she was straddling him, and giving him a mischievous look. "How about we stay in and see the bedroom all day?"

"How about," he said, kissing her lips playfully, "We actually get out and see the sights while it's still light out, and tonight, we'll stay in. All night."

"All night?" he nodded, "Promise?"

"Of course. Well, except of course when Lucky has to go outside. But we can take a walk in the dark and walk him... maybe have a little fun... for all three of us."

"Martin Lee, you're bad!"

"Says the one who wanted to stay in all day," he said with a roll of his eyes. "But seriously, where are we going to go today?"

"Well... I did have a plan of what we could do..."

"Yeah?" he asked, "And just what is that?"

"Well... the Sox are in town playing today."

His eyes widened. She couldn't. "Sox? As in Boston Red Sox?"

"The one and only," she grinned, "My boys are playing at home today, and I just so happen to have two tickets to the game."

"No," he shook his head, "I don't think so."

"They're my boys Martin... besides, you said you wanted to get out today, so we'll be getting out... at a Red Sox game."

"I thought we'd be going out and seeing the sights, not a Red Sox game."

"Beggars can't be choosers Martin," she said as she rolled off of him and laid back down on top of the sheets. She didn't care that she didn't have any clothes on, or that she knew it was distracting to Martin. "Now go get in the shower, hot stuff. And then we can be getting out of here..."

He gave her a once over, "And what if I don't want to get in the shower?"

"Oh you will."

"Will I?" his eyebrow raised in challenge.

"Yep. Or else I won't be staying in tonight. I'll go to work. And leave you here all by yourself all night long."

"You wouldn't..."

"Oh, but I would," she grinned, "Now, to the shower, Martin! And hop to it, so we can get out of here quicker."

With a pout he walked out of her room and towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him and running the water. The quicker he got in and out, the quicker they could leave and get this over with.

Brynne collapsed back into bed and grinned. To her, this almost seemed like a dream. A really, really good dream. If it was a dream, she definitely didn't want to wake up ever.

Allowing her eyes to close against the still harshly bright light streaming into the room and bothering her tired eyes. She was just getting to that peaceful place on the brink of being asleep, when a ringing cell phone jolted her fully awake with a groan.

Instinctively reaching out for the intruding object she opened it up and answered before she even realized that it had been Martin's phone ringing and not her own.

"Hello?"

"Um, hi... is Martin there?"

She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it weirdly for a second. Then it hit her. "Shit," she cursed. She quickly pulled the phone back to her ear, realizing she just couldn't hang up, as much as she wanted to. "I'm sorry, he's actually in the shower at the moment."

"Oh, okay."

"Can I take a message?"

"Yeah," the girl answered, "Just tell him that Deana called and to call me back when he can. Nothing too important, I just wanted to ask him a question."

"I can do that. Bye."

The phone clicked shut and she looked at it for a moment, wondering just who in the hell Deana was.

*~*

Brynne hadn't made it back to sleep like she almost had, even twenty minutes later. When the water shut off, she was still questioning on just who Deana was.

It wasn't like she was jealous, no. She'd just never heard Deana's name brought up in conversation, ever. Whether it be between them, or around the guys. It was like she had just appeared out of nowhere.

Martin walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and a grin plastered on his face. He turned his back to her and slipped his shirt over his head.

"Martin," she said quietly, "Deana called when you were in the shower."

His body instantly tensed up, their air hissing out of his lungs. He made himself take a deep breath and relax, hoping she hadn't seen him tense up.

Only she had.

"Did she?" he asked, "What did she say?" He tried to act casual about it, but there was nothing casual about this at all.

"Just to call her back when you got out."

"Okay."

He knew the topic was long from being over, and the tension in the room thumped to an all time high, finally hitting its breaking point.

"Martin?"

"Yeah?"

"Whose Deana?"

Running his hands through his hair with a sigh, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his back still to her. "She's Peyton's mother..."

"Um... okay..." Brynne was still clearly confused and honestly curious.

"Peyton is my daughter..."

*~*