As Breanne woke up the following morning, a lazy grin came to her face when she felt herself being cradled against James' strong form. As much as she missed everything about James, waking up next to him was easily one of her favorite things she got to experience when they were together. Pulling his arm tighter around her, she laid there in silence, taking in her surroundings and listening to his quiet snore.
It was not long before she felt him stir, and smirked when his hand came up to lightly cup her breast.
"Good morning handsome," she said when he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
"Mm, morning beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"That sounds nice," she replied, and rolled onto her back when she felt him move away. She watched him as he called room service for their meals, and when he hung up he looked over at her and smiled.
"What would you like to do today?"
"I don't know, anything as long as it involves you."
James thought for a moment. "How would you feel about having an outdoor adventure? It's supposed to be a beautiful day."
"That sounds perfect," Breanne replied with a smile, when she heard her phone buzz. Looking over, she picked it up, and saw it was a text message from Annette. Opening her phone, she pulled up the text message. 'Care to explain to me what the fuck is going on here?' it read, and when she opened the link attached she was greeted to a picture of her and James from last night, holding hands and looking at each other with obvious love eyes. "Shit," she cursed, sitting up.
James frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked, glancing over her shoulder.
"It's Ann...I didn't even think about telling her about us before last night," she commented, running a hand through her hair. "I'm such a shitty friend, she should have found out from us, not through the internet."
He kissed her shoulder. "You're not a shitty friend, we've been in the beginning stages of all of this. We agreed to wait before telling anyone, and obviously neither of us considered telling her before this trip occurred. We're both human, mistakes happen."
"I know, it just...she's obviously mad. I just feel bad is all."
James was silent for a moment. "You aren't regretting this...are you?" He asked quietly, hesitation in his voice.
Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him. "Not in the slightest," she reassured him, and with a smile he kissed her once more.
"So what is it, exactly, that she came across which showed her this?" he asked, and when she held her phone out to him he took it from her. Studying the phone, James saw it was an article discussing rumors of the two of them being in a relationship, and sharing information about both of their personal and professional lives. As he went through the article, James noticed the pictures shared of Breanne from her past involvement with various musical artists, and was taken back by just how famous the bands were she had been involved with. "Look at my little rockstar," he commented in a playful manner as he studied the images of her playing live the article shared, and smirked at the shy expression she gave.
"Maybe one day you'll get lucky, and I'll bring you to a show one of the times I am on tour. Assuming you can handle it, of course," she replied teasingly, making him chuckle. "I guess I should call her," Breanne added, growing serious once more, and with a heavy sigh she dialed Annette's phone number.
"Are you fucking my uncle?" Annette demanded as soon as she answered.
"Ann, let me explain-"
"No, it's a 'yes or 'no' question Bree. Are. You. Fucking. My. Uncle?"
Breanne sighed. "Yes, but-"
"How long?" Breanne remained silent. "How fucking long?" Annette repeated, nearly to the point of shouting.
"Since your wedding," Breanne replied quietly.
"Are you kidding me? He comes to visit me, for my wedding, and somehow you manage to bring the attention to yourself. If you two fucked in my house, I swear to god..." Breanne's lack of response was enough of an answer for Annette. "I can't believe you! How could you? That's my family, for fucks sake! You're like a sister to me, do you realize how disgusting this is?"
Breanne could feel her chest tighten with anger. "I'm sorry, I thought my best friend wanted me to find someone to be happy with after my husband died, but apparently she was full of shit when she said that. It's not like I planned for this to happen. Yes, I'm with your uncle, and yes, this all started while he was in town for your wedding. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I understand you being upset with how you found out, and I regret not telling you sooner, but don't you dare sit there and call this 'disgusting', because I see nothing 'disgusting' about two consenting adults being in love. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm on vacation," she snapped, and hung up before another word could be said.
Throwing her phone to the floor, she got out of the bed and walked over to her suitcase, hastily yanking on lounge shorts and a faded band shirt before exiting the room. Quietly getting up as well, James put on a pair of boxers and an undershirt before going to find her. When he walked into the main living space of the suite, he found her simply standing there in the middle of the room, her back to him. As he approached her, he could see she was visibly shaking. Cautiously, he placed his hands on her arms, and could feel how tense her body was. "Honey, calm down," he said quietly, when she suddenly spun around and buried herself against him as she burst into tears. Wrapping her up in his strong arms, he softly shushed her as he stroked her hair, trying to help soothe her. When she finally quieted down, he gently pulled her away. "Why are you crying, sweetheart?" He asked as he wiped away the tears staining her face.
"I'm just so mad and...hurt by how Ann is being. How could she say those things? I would never act like that if it were the other way around."
"Bree, you have to give her time. She just found out about this. You said yourself she had a valid reason to be upset. I'm not condoning her actions, but I can't blame her for her feelings," he commented, his hands rubbing her arms affectionately. Knowing he was right, she simply nodded, and gave a weary sigh as she slumped into him. "Don't let this ruin the day before it even has the chance to begin. After breakfast, I want you to put on one of your cute little outfits I adore so much, and I promise I will make this a wonderful day for us."
Pulling back once more, she simply smiled at him and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better," she replied, and it was his turn to smile.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Go sit down, I'll get the food," he said, and gave her a light swat on her behind before walking to the door.
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James watched Breanne as they walked along the secluded path, a smirk playing on his lips as she looked around in wonder. "What do you think, darling?" he asked.
"This is so beautiful," she said with awe, every now and then taking a picture with her camera. "How did you find this? It's so secluded, it doesn't even feel like we are in the city."
"I'm an old man, who travels a lot for work. This isn't my first time here, you know," he replied, chuckling when she gave him a playful push. "I thought it would be nice to have a picnic just a little ways ahead."
Tucking her camera back in its carrier, she linked her arm with his. "Thank you for bringing me here, it's so peaceful."
He kissed the top of her head, and veered off into a clearing, finally stopping beneath a large willow tree. Setting down the bag he was carrying, they spread out a small cover and settled down on it. As they ate their food they stopped from time to time for a kiss, or to playfully feed each other. Once they were done, Breanne laid back and gave a sigh of contentment, staring up at the sky and taking in her surroundings. Stretching out next to her, James remained propped up on his elbow to gaze down at her, his hand softly caressing her tummy. When she felt his hand wandering lower, she finally looked over at him.
"I still can't believe you are mine. You make me happier than I've been in a long time," he commented, and they shared a smile.
"That feeling is very mutual," she replied, and leaned up to kiss him. As she did so, she suddenly felt his hand on her inner thigh. "What are you doing?" She whispered, her heartbeat quickening the higher his hand went.
Leaning down, he pressed kisses to her neck, before finally murmuring in her ear, "Teasing you until you beg me to fuck you."
She shuddered at this, her breathing shallow as she anticipated his next move. His hand inched higher and higher up her thigh at an agonizingly slow pace, his actions making her give a small noise of impatience. "Please," she whispered, already soaking wet with need for him.
His lips ghosted over hers, just barely touching hers. "Please what?" he asked in that deliciously low tone.
"Touch me," she sighed, giving a small gasp when his hand finally slid smoothly into her panties. He stilled his motions for a moment longer, studying her expression, and finally ending his torture he caressed that special button with his fingertips, a smirk coming to his lips when her eyes rolled back. "Fuck," she whimpered, her hips arching up slightly into his administrations.
"My my, already so wet for me, aren't you sweetheart?" he purred, alternating between sucking and kissing the smooth curve of her neck.
"I can't help it, you're so fucking sexy," she panted, and was finally successful in capturing his lips with hers.
She started out quiet, only giving the occasional soft whimper, but as her pleasure grew so did the noise she made. "Shh. Now Bree, you don't want to raise suspicion if someone walks by, do you?" he commented, his fingers pressing harder. When he slid a finger inside her, she bit back a cry, her hold on the blanket so tight her knuckles had grown white. "Keep quiet, and I just might let you come," he added, inserting a second finger. All she could do was nod, and bit her lip hard to keep from making noises when his thumb found her clit. He continued to sink his fingers into her wet warmth, before pulling back to once more find her clit.
"I'm so close," she whispered so quietly he almost didn't hear it, her body quivering beneath his. Wanting to take her there, he rubbed her clit in tight little circles, and just as she tumbled over the edge he kissed her deeply, swallowing her muffled cries as she came in hot and heavy throbs.
He continued to lightly rub her clit until she finally calmed down, and pulled back to once more look down at her. Bringing his hand up, he raised his fingers to her lips, a groan rumbling in his chest when she eagerly sucked them clean. When he pulled his hand back, she simply asked, "Hotel?"
"Who said we are waiting to get back to the hotel?"
Breanne looked up at him with a surprised expression. "...Here?"
Jame simply nodded. "I want you to sit on my cock right here, right now," he demanded in a low tone, the thought of it making her entire body grow hot.
"But...what if..."
"I guess you better get over here quick, then? Shouldn't you?" he replied, and as they both sat up Breanne kissed him while straddling his waist. Discreetly, he undid his pants and freed himself before having her move more flush to him, and maneuvered them just right before making her sink down onto him. As both of them struggled to keep quiet, her nails dug sharply into his shoulders as she moved on him in small rocking motions. "Fuck, I'm going to come fast," he hissed, his hands squeezing her thighs tight.
"Me too...god, you feel so good," she whimpered, burying her face in his shoulder.
Turning his face into her, he nipped at her earlobe before whispering in her ear, "You have the tightest, wettest little pussy I've ever felt. The way you suck my cock in, and squeeze me... it's like I was meant to be buried inside you."
"God, James," she shuddered, biting her lip hard. It was just plain wrong how sexy he was.
"Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?" Quickly, Breanne nodded. "Good girl...that's it, let me feel you."
Digging her nails harder into his shoulders, she tried to keep what they were doing discreet, but as her pleasure mounted her inhibitions shrank. "Come in me, James...I want to feel your warmth deep in me and your cock throbbing. I need it so bad," she sighed, her cheek pressed against his, and it was his turn to have a shiver run up his spine.
"Fuck, Bree, come with me. Come on my cock right now," he growled, his tone demanding yet still somehow desperate, and as his mouth crushed into hers they bought fought to suppress their muffled moans as waves of pleasure crashed down over them both. Holding tight to each other, they sat in silence as they caught their breath, dwelling in the presence of each other in content silence. Finally, after a long moment James finally pulled back, and kissed her softly before saying, "Now we need to head back to the hotel."
Breanne giggled. "Oh, now you're in a hurry to get back?"
"Mmhmm."
"And why is that?"
"Because we have a lot of missed time to catch up on," he stated, the look on his face telling her they were far from done, and quickly straightening themselves back up they gathered their things before walking hand in hand back towards their hotel.
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Lying awake, Breanne glanced over at the alarm clock, and saw it was well past three in the morning. Having spent the rest of the day in bed making love more times than she could recount, she knew she should be sound asleep along with James, yet there she laid completely awake and with a ball of unease sitting heavy in the pit of her stomach. She knew she needed to tell him, and that she could not keep this sort of information from him. Turning to face him and pressing into his bared side, she fought hard against the urge to bury herself into his soothing warmth and fall asleep, deep down knowing slumber would never show until she got this off of her chest.
"James?" she whispered, her hand coming up to his chest to lightly shake him.
"Hmm?" he mumbled, clearly still mostly asleep as he pulled her tight to him and gave a sigh of contentment.
"Are you awake?"
"Mmhmm."
She hesitated, before asking, "Do you promise not to hate me?"
"I could never hate you, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice raspy with sleep. "What is it?"
"There's...I need to tell you something...but I'm afraid of how you're going to react."
This made him wake up more. "Is something wrong?" he asked, reaching over to switch on the light and put his glasses back on. Looking back at her with a frown, he added, "What's going on?" When he could see she was still struggling to get out what she needed to say, he reassured her, "Bree, I could never hate you, and I'm not going anywhere. Whatever it is, we will get through this together. Just tell me. Please."
Finally, in a voice barely a whisper, she got out, "I'm pregnant."
James froze, a look of complete shock on his face. After a long moment of staring at her with wide eyes, he replied as he sat up, "P...pregnant?" She nodded as she also got up. "You're pregnant?" Again, she nodded.
When he remained silent, she quietly requested, "James...please say something."
After what felt like hours, a grin slowly spread across his face. "I'm going to be a dad again?"
Relief filled her at the sound of joy in his voice, and with misty eyes she nodded. "You're going to be a dad again," She reassured him, and laughing he pulled her into his arms, kissing her face all over as he hugged her tightly.
"I love you. I love you so much," he gushed, making her giggle. When he finally pulled back, taking her face in his hands, he asked, "How far along are you?"
"About three months. I found out not long after your last visit...so I've known for a little bit now." When his face dropped slightly, she quickly added, "I only waited because I wanted to tell you face to face, rather than over the phone, or through a text. It killed me keeping it from you this long, and I'm so sorry. I hope you aren't too upset with me."
Brushing her hair back, he kissed her reassuringly. "I'm not upset," he reassured her, making her smile. He thought for a moment, and added, "So the last time I saw you, and you were sick...in actuality..."
"Someone was just trying to say hi," she finished dryly, making him laugh.
Growing serious, he asked, "I don't want to impose anything on your body, so...I guess I shouldn't assume anything... When she gave him a confused look, he finally got out, "Are you wanting to have it?"
Breanne was taken back by this. "Well, I...yeah...I think so, anyway, but if you actually don't want this..."
"No, no, that's not what I'm implying," he quickly explained. "I just wanted to make sure it didn't seem like I was trying to speak for what you do with your body."
Breanne smiled softly at him. "Believe me, I've thought a lot about this since I realized. I'm scared shitless...but this is something I've wanted for a long time now. When Tom passed, I didn't think I would want this with anyone else...but then you came along, and...there isn't anyone else I could imagine having a child with."
Pulling her back into his arms, his entire being bursting with love for the young woman he was holding, he commented, "You've made me the happiest man alive. I forgot what a mixture of emotions this can make you feel." Breanne laughed at this. Kissing the top of her head, he added, "I know I say it a lot, but...fuck, do I love you, Breanne. I've never felt as connected with someone as I do with you, and I truly believe you were put on this Earth for me."
Getting up on her elbow, Breanne smiled down at him. "That is a mutual feeling," she confessed, and leaning down she kissed him as she whispered her love for him against his lips. Settling back down into his side, Breanne deeply breathed in his scent as she nuzzled him, and with the weight of her secret from him finally off of her chest she was finally able to fall into a deep, content sleep.