Loves, I hope you like this chapter, it's mild M, and the next chapter will be a little more M. So, enjoy this, because I was supposed to have it up by Wednesday but some stuff came up and blah.
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Kissing James was, in one word, amazing. His lips were soft and smooth, thanks to his obsession with chap stick. If it wasn't for that, his lips would probably be chapped and disgusting, since he was always at the beach.
Brylee felt sixteen again, kissing James and being this close to him. Although she couldn't ever forget what it felt like being physical with him.
But, she knew she shouldn't be doing this, or have this feeling deep down in her stomach. She put her hand on his chest, and gently parted from him, and he gave her a confused look.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I shouldn't be doing this," she said, and when she licked her lips, she could taste James on them.
James just stared at her. He knew deep down he shouldn't have kissed her. But hell, he needed her back. He really, really did. He needed her back in his arms. He wanted to hold her and love her and never let anything bad happen again.
"Bry, I promise I'll never hurt you again. I'll stay here-"
"That's not it, James," Brylee said softly. She knew there was no way of getting out of telling James about Jake now. The inevitable subject finally had nowhere else to be pushed to. She had to tell him now. "I fucked up, you know that."
"Yeah, but what about?" he asked gently. The woman ran her hands through her hair and sighed shakily, leaning back on the couch.
"Agreeing to get together with Jake," she admitted, looking up to the ceiling.
James knew it. He knew from the moment Ashley told him about them together that something wasn't right. And he'd been picking up on little things since their meeting at the hospital. That sick bastard.
"Bry, has he ever…hurt you?"
Brylee blinked back tears, and James moved a little closer to her again. She shook her head. "He hasn't hurt me physically. But emotionally and mentally? Yeah, all the time."
"Bry, I'm so sorry," the tall man said, pulling the fragile brunette into his arms. She didn't try to squirm away, instead leaning into him and burying her face in his chest. "I should've been here with you."
"Don't say that," she said, crying. She looked up to him through tears. "That was an amazing opportunity, James. It was your dream. And look at you, you're happy."
"I'm only happy because I'm here with you," he said, rubbing her shoulder gently.
"But-but you have fame and money and-"
"Brylee, that doesn't make me happy," James said, his hand under her chin so she could look at him. "You make me happy. You always have."
The woman blushed, and James wiped her tears away. "And no one's loved me like you did," she said.
"So, does that mean that you'll- give me another chance?" the browned haired man said. Brylee pulled away from him, and put her hand around his neck. She played with the hair at the nape of his neck, and James just watched her.
She had been waiting for this, this exact moment since the day James left. For a new start for the two of them; this time things would be different. They were older, more mature; they could handle things on their own now, and do what they wanted. It would be perfect.
"Of course I will," was all Brylee said before she kissed James again, and his hands went to rest on her waist.
She knew that things with Jake could be put to an end now, and that James could help her, help her to heal from what she had been through. He could help her have a new beginning, a new happiness, something she hadn't gotten in so long.
Brylee wrapped her arms around James' neck, and he pulled her closer to him, biting at her lip. She grinned, then opened her mouth, and his tongue explored every inch it could reach, remembering everything. One of his hands went to her thigh, fingers trailing down the inside, and the brunette let out a soft moan into the man's mouth.
It had been so, so long since she had ever felt this much pleasure, and she knew where this was heading, and she didn't want it to stop. She wanted James to take her the way he did the first time, and kiss her skin and tell her she was beautiful and that he loved her. She needed it again.
James pulled away from the younger woman, their lips making a soft sound, and he trailed his finger back up her thigh. "Has he ever made love to you?" he asked, his voice soft.
Brylee shook her head and looked down. "He just used me. He left bruises sometimes," she admitted, but didn't consider that to be abuse. He was always just rough on her.
"Bry," James said, stroking her cheek with his free hand. She looked up and he grinned sadly at her. "He didn't deserve you."
The brown haired woman stared at James for a moment, and melted at his words. She honestly wanted to cry because of that, because of the sweet, heartfelt words that were coming out of his mouth. She looked down, and his hand intertwined in hers.
"Let me make love to you," James whispered.
He needed to, even if it was just one last time. He needed to be with her in an intimate way, to have her beneath him and her breath heavy as she moaned his name. God, he needed that again.
Brylee stood up, her hand still in the taller man's, and looked back at him confidently. He smiled, then stood up too, and she slowly walked through the living room and kitchen until she reached the front hall when James stopped her from walking. They shared a smoldering gaze before he pushed her up against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, and kissed her again.
This time he held nothing back, letting every desire from the past eight years melt into her mouth. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and one of his hands was tangled in her hair, the other lifting her thigh to grope at her ass. James groaned against her lips, pressing his hips further into hers, and she smirked.
Then there was a click, and everything became silent. The pair pulled apart from each other, and looked around for a moment before realizing the power had gone out. The hum of the refrigerator and heater were both gone now, and it felt slightly eerie. But so perfect.
Brylee and James shared a look before she grabbed his hand and headed up the stairs. They went into her bedroom, and she went to her bathroom to get some candles. James stood in her bedroom, eager as hell, and he could make out the shape of the brunette as she came out of the bathroom.
She put a few large candles on the dresser, then grabbed the matches that sat in the wax of one of them and lit them. She set one on the bedside table, glancing at James as she did so. He just stared at her intently, and she smiled softly.
The room was bathed in yellow light, and James stood by the bed, waiting for Brylee to return. She walked up to him, and he took her hands in his. "Bry, I've waited to see you again for eight years. And I've waited for you to talk to me for eight years. And I've waited for you to kiss me again. And now this. I've waited for eight years to make love to you again."
He poured his heart out to her, just so she would know the truth about what he felt right now. "And I've spent every day wondering when you would come back for me," Brylee said softly.
"I'm back," James said, laughing a little. "And I'm never leaving you again."
He closed the space between them, his hands going to her hips now, and he kissed her like he had downstairs, and she slid her hands around his neck. There wasn't any speak of what they were about to do, because their actions toward each other were enough to know the feeling of wanting that level of pleasure was mutual.
James' tanned hands slid underneath the red sweater Brylee wore, and she shivered as his skin made contact with hers. He slowly moved his hands up, over her flat stomach, then over the curve of her breasts before they parted for a moment so he could lift it over her head.
They shared another look, and she smirked at him. "You surprised I still look the way I did when I was sixteen?" she asked.
James smiled and shook his head. "You still look hot," was what came out of his mouth instead of what he was thinking.
"I try," she said, lifting up the shirt that James wore. Once he was completely shirtless, she was surprised at what she saw.
When James left, he was already muscular, already more than the other guys around. But now? He was full on ripped. His pecs were defined, and you could clearly make out six pack abs. The veins in his arms could be seen as he wrapped his arms around her waist and turned them one hundred and eighty degrees so her back was to the bed now.
"Damn," Brylee heard herself say. "What have you been doing?"
She ran a hand up his bicep, then over a pec and down his abs. And then her thoughts got away from her, and she wanted to do dirty, dirty things to him.
"Just working out," he said. "I'm kind of obsessed with it."
"I'm not complaining," she said, and then James kissed her again. He pushed her back onto the bed without breaking his lips away from hers, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He moved down to her neck, his lips ravishing at her skin, sucking harshly as she slid her hands to his waist. She moaned softly, and she could feel James' bulge through his jeans, pressing at her thigh. His hands traveled up her back to her bra, and he unclasped it then pulled the fabric from her shoulders. He ran his hands over her chest, grazing over her breasts and their sensitive buds, and Brylee jerked her hips up.
She moved her hands to James' jeans, and fiddled with the button for a moment before it came open, and she pushed them down as far as she could reach before he kicked them off.
"You're so gorgeous," he muttered as his mouth moved between her breasts and down her stomach. She felt her cheeks heat up, but that wasn't the only thing. Her jeans felt tighter than they should've, her skin seeming to burn under them.
He reached her jeans, and he sat up slightly, running his finger across the top of them, where fabric met skin. "Are you sure you want to do this?" James asked softly, just double checking.
He didn't want to push any limits with her.
The brunette nodded, and looked into his hazel eyes, which were shining from the candlelight. "I want to do this, James. I need you."
He nodded, and pressed a kiss to her lips again as he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, revealing a pair of pink lacy panties.
"I never would've guessed you'd wear lingerie," James said , grinning as he threw her jeans to the floor.
"Why?" Brylee asked, moaning as he ran his fingers down her thigh.
"Because you're innocent," he said. The brunette rolled her eyes.
"You know damn well I'm not innocent."
James laughed out loud, then gasped as she palmed him through his boxer briefs. "Jesus," he breathed as she kept at it. He had to stop her or this would be over before it even began.
"How innocent am I now?" she asked, smirking.
"Br-Bry, stop," James stuttered, pushing the brunette's hand away.
"Why?" she asked again for the second time in two minutes.
"I wanna make you feel good," he whispered in her ear, exactly like he did eight years ago. "There's another time for me."
Brylee swallowed and nodded, and he ran his finger across the hem of her panties, and she sighed, her eyes closing.
"You know I never stopped," he said, kissing her the tip of her hip.
The brunette swallowed again, to make sure she could actually speak. "Stop what?" she asked softly as James' lips traveled over her panties briefly, then down her thigh.
He looked up at her, and her eyes met his. "Loving you."
They were simple words, but they held a lot of meaning. Part of the brunette wanted to cry, because she honestly never thought she'd be truly loved again.
But now she was starting to think differently.
