Thank you celesse201 for the idea of this story, I hope you enjoy it. This is going to be a ten chapter story. I'm going to try and make the chapters longer. Most likely I'll be posting every two weeks.
Love and Wood
Brennan Alexander Hunter Pierce, though everyone calls him Brett, but his mom, stands at the bar of the only night club in Lima The Loft staring at a very sexy Latina who's dancing with several women. He's been staring at her for a good five minutes. She's one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen with long black hair, plump lips and brown soulful eyes and that doesn't even include her amazing curvy body. Gulping he tries to think of dead kittens to keep from getting a raging boner.
Santana Maria Lopez noticed right away the very tall probably around six foot four, very handsome blonde young man staring at her. She may have been putting a little extra something in her moves since then. It's nice to know that she's still hot and men want her.
Brett takes one last big gulp of beer before walking over to Santana.
"Wanna dance?" Brett loudly asks over the music.
"Sure," Santana shouts.
She starts grinding into him as he wraps his arms around her waist. She loves how she fit perfectly into his body, he being so much bigger than her. Turning around she wraps her arms around his neck staring into his blue eyes. It's then that she notices the scar on his eye. Reaching up she lightly traces it, starting from the top of his right eyebrow, down his eye lid, stopping right beneath his eye. Taking her hands he leads her over to a quiet, dark booth.
"How'd that happen?" Santana softly asks.
"My senior year in high school, some guy pulled a knife on me. I kicked his ass, but he got me across the eye." Brett tells her.
"And there's no eye damage?" Santana asks.
"Nope, are you a doctor?" Brett asks.
"Yes, sorry-"
"Don't be it's just the way you asked it's obvious you're a doctor." Brett says staring at her lips as he licks his own.
"Well since you know what I do what do you do?" Santana asks playing with his fingers.
"I'm an architect." Brett simply says not wanting to explain about the company he just started last year and how he works mostly on custom houses, it's just easier.
"I do like a man that knows how to build things." Santana says leaning in to kiss him.
As soon as their lips meet they both feel a spark. Deepening the kiss he places his hands on her hips.
"I'm Santana by the way." Santana says when they break apart to get air.
"Brett, wanna get out of here?" Brett asks.
Instead of answering she stands up pulling him with her.
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Santana slams Brett into a wall as they make out. They've stumbled around his apartment, kissing and ripping each other's clothes off.
"Bedroom," Santana mumbles into his lips.
She gasps as he picks her up, their lips never separating as he carries her down the hallway to his room. Everything is very rushed as they're both so horny and aroused.
"Fuck," Santana moans as he finally kicks off his boxers. "I need you to fuck me now."
She grips his huge dick and slowly starts moving her hand up and down making sure to brush over his sensitive tip.
"Oh fuck babe," Brett moans trying not to thrust in her hand.
"I'm so fucking wet for you." Santana moans rubbing herself on his knee.
He moans as she stops moving her hand and moves down to massage his balls. He's so close.
"Damn baby, I'm going to blow." Brett moans in her ear.
"I want you to come inside me." Santana moans pulling him down on top of her.
"Do I…."
"I'm on birth control. Now fuck me." Santana groans taking his hands and placing them on her double Ds.
"So beautiful," Brittany whispers kissing her as he rubs himself on her.
He squeezes her boobs, twerking her nibbles causing Santana to moan.
"Inside now," Santana groans feeling herself getting wetter and wetter.
He grips himself smirking as he rubs himself through her folds causing her to moan. He wants to ram into her and start fucking her, but doesn't as he doesn't want to hurt her.
"You're sopping wet for me." Brett moans letting go of himself and using a finger to flick her clit.
"Just fuck me already." Santana groans pushing herself up into his body.
"I don't-"
"You have two seconds to get your dick in me before I start fucking myself." Santana growls.
If it's even possible he feels himself getting even harder, hearing her ordering him around. He loves being with confident, dominate women. He grips himself, lining up with her pussy. She rolls her eyes at how slow he's going, normally she would find it sweet, but right now she wants him to fuck her.
"Oh," Santana moans as he thrusts in her.
He starts thrusting hard into her, causing his bed frame to bang into the wall.
"YES! HARDER!" Santana shouts wrapping her legs around his butt.
"So fucking tight," Brett groans thrusting very hard.
He continues to shove her hard into the mattress with his thrusts.
"I'm going to come." Brett warns.
"Come in me," Santana moans in his ear.
She scratches at his back as she gets closer.
"Shit B, I'm going to come." Santana moans arching herself up into him.
"Come for me," Brett whispers starting to thrust faster.
She gulps as his thrusts get faster and she tightens around him making it harder for him to move. She's so close.
"Brett!" Santana shouts as she finally comes gushing all over him.
"Oh shit," Brett groans shooting come into her.
He stays on top of her for a few minutes before rolling off of her.
"Wow," Brett says lying next to her.
"That was really good." Santana says rolling over and tucking herself into his side.
"Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Brett says wrapping his arms around her.
"I did, thank you." Santana says kissing him.
All he can do is smile proudly.
"What do these mean?" Santana asks noticing the two tattoos on his forearms.
He holds out his arms so she can see the inside of his forearms.
"The left one is for my love of wood." Brett says.
She traces her fingers along the lines of the log end. It's a good seven inches long and four inches wide with four small one inch trees on the top and bottom. He got the tattoo two years ago when he realized his love for wood. On his right arm in one inch letters is family, loyalty, love going length wise.
"And the one of my left is for my family. A reminder to always take care of them." Brett says.
She can't help, but kiss him. That's the sweetest thing she's ever heard. Yawning she snuggles more into him.
"Good night," she mumbles into his chest.
"Good night," Brett says smiling.
The next morning when he wakes up he finds his bed empty and her clothes gone.
"Damn," he whispers to himself, he didn't get her number and only knows her name.
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Santana sneaks into her parent's house hoping no one notices that she's just coming home. Normally it wouldn't be abnormal for her to come home late since she is one of the best heart surgeons in the country, but her parents know that she wasn't working last night. She still lives at home half the time even though she does have an apartment near the hospital because she has a five year old son. Calloway "Cal" Lincoln Lopez hadn't been something she had planned. Her boyfriend at the time Noah "Puck" Puckerman is not really in his sons life which is how she likes it.
"Santana your home rather late." her dad Mario says sitting in his study with the door wide open.
"Dad I'm twenty-eight years old please tell me you're not waiting up for me." Santana sighs walking into the study.
"No of course not, but you might want to go change before your mother gets up and notices." Mario tells her.
"Thanks daddy," Santana says kissing his cheek before heading up to the third story where her suite is.
He dad is a tech grugru and her mom is a very successful lawyer which means they live in a huge ass mansion. Which is why she doesn't mind staying with them since she basically has an apartment in their mansion.
"Mommy," Cal yawns when he hears the door open.
"Go back to sleep little man." Santana softly says kissing his forehead.
With that he closes his eyes and goes back to sleep. Smiling to herself she strips out of her dress and puts on an oversized t-shirt and sweats. She's about to climb into bed with her son when her mom pokes her head in the door.
"Good sweetie your home." Maria says when she sees her daughter. "Your father and myself need to talk to you."
"This isn't something bad right?" Santana says giving her a questioningly look.
"No, of course not." Maria says.
"Okay," Santana says kissing her son's forehead again before following her mom out.
"So how was your night?" Maria asks her daughter.
"Good, I had fun going out dancing with Quinn and a few other women from work." Santana says.
"That's good; you work so hard and when you're not working you spend all your time with Cal. Sometimes you need to do something for yourself." Maria reminds her daughter.
"I know mom, but with Puck out of the picture I need to spend more time with Cal you know." Santana sighs.
Maria smiles sadly at her daughter. She never liked Puck and was so thankful when Santana finally broke up with him. It wasn't until after that that Santana found out she was pregnant. Now Puck only shows up when he needs something and isn't involved at all with Calloway.
"Just think about it." Maria says as they walk into the living room where Mario is reading the newspaper.
"Awe my two lovely ladies." Mario says looking up at them.
Santana rolls her eyes and sits down next to her dad while her mom sits across from them.
"Mario," Maria says giving him the look.
"What-oh yeah." Mario says remember what his wife wants him to tell their daughter.
"Well what is it?" Santana asks.
"We all may need to move into your apartment temporarily." Mario says only to be cut off by his daughter.
"Why?" Santana asks. "It will be cramped with the four of us since my apartment is really small."
"Because we're having the mansion redone. Changing rooms, making it more custom with wood and such." Mario tells her.
"Really? I thought you liked it." Santana asks looking over at her mom.
"I've wanted to change things for a long time and your dad finally found an architect that he likes." Maria says.
"When is this all happening?" Santana asks.
"The architect is coming out tomorrow to go over plans and then we'll be starting as soon as he can." Mario tells her.
"Great," Santana says softly to herself. "Can we get a movie theater room?"
Both her parents shake their heads at their daughter.
"Mom! I'm hungry!" Cal shouts.
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Brett walks into his mom house with a smile on his face.
"Hey mom," he says.
"Hello my handsome son." Susan says smiling over at her twenty-four year old son.
She's so proud of him for all that he's accomplished thus far in his life. He had joined the Army reserves after high school to help pay for his degree to be an architect. And the fact that he now has his own company which both his sisters work with him, she couldn't be more proud.
"Why are you in such a good mood?" Ashely his eighteen year old sister asks.
"Because Mario Lopez wants to hire us." Brett says still smiling.
"Does this mean that we're redoing his mansion?" Katie his twenty-one year old sister asks.
"Yep,"
All three of them are smiling like idiots.
"So I take it this is good?" Susan asks.
"It's amazing mom." Brett says as he and Ashely start jumping up and down.
"Mario Lopez is very wealthy it's a ten million dollar job." Katie explains. "It will put us on the map."
"Well isn't that something." Susan says. "See I told you all hard work pays off."
"I'm going to head down to the studio to work on some drawings." Brett says.
"I'll help," Ashely says as she wants to be an architect too.
"I'll start calling around to see who needs some work." Katie says as she does all the paper work and such.
"See if you can get Sam and Mike and-"
"Start on the permits I know." Katie tells him.