Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (14 page)

Some hair hung over Hershey’s face, partially blocking her eyes. Brandon carefully pulled the lock of curls back with a finger, and placed it behind her ear. As he prepared to land the plane of his conversation, Brandon cleared his throat one last time…

“Hershey…” Brandon said. “What you say if I asked you to start a life with me...together?”

Hershey covered her mouth with a hand to stifle her growing crying noises. Tears gushed from her eyes uncontrollably. She couldn’t speak. Only cry and think.
Does he even know what he’s asking?
What would he think if he knew what was growing inside of me right now? Ohmygod, I’m about to freak out. What is he doing? Why is he getting on one knee? Ohmygod. Ohmygod. He’s not doing what I think he is, is he? Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Wait! You can’t do that yet. You don’t even know. You can’t do it…

“Brandon wait!” Hershey said.

Brandon froze his body in a half lunge. He was confused. It was obvious that he was about to get on one knee, and it was obvious that Hershey was about to stop him. Shit! Had he just misread the situation completely? Brandon felt an invisible dunce cap being fastened to his head. He felt like heehawing like a jackass. His cheeks were flushed red and warm like an oven. Before explaining herself, Hershey pulled him upright.

“I love you too, Brandon.” she said in a soft voice. “I’ve felt this way for the whole time I’ve known you. Even in spite of all the craziness that has happened over these last few days, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

Hershey’s expression turned bleak, and her tone of voice grew a little more serious…

“... But there’s something you must know, and I don’t know how to say it.”

Brandon’s right eyebrow rose instinctively.

“What is it, Hershey?”

Hershey looked into his eyes, and then to her feet. Then she wiped the tears from her face and sniffled hard. For a moment, she’d plugged up her crying. Then, she scanned her thoughts to find the right words. Child? Baby? Pregnant? They sounded so heavy. Why didn’t she just clobber him over the head with a hammer? In the end, Hershey couldn’t choose the right words, so instead, she took Brandon’s hand and placed it on her tummy.

She let him massage the area for a while until he connected the dots himself. Brandon looked from Hershey’s tummy to her face. His eyes were still blank. He looked back and forth three more times, each time, with a little more vigor. Hershey’s message was slowly dawning on him. Before long, he’s eyes were as bright as Vegas lights, and his mouth hung open.

“... Are you serious?” he asked incredulously.

Hershey nodded proudly.

“... You’re not pulling my leg? You’re serious?” he asked again with even more hope.

“Wooooooooo Hoooooooo!”

Brandon roared jubilantly like a heavyweight champion seconds after the bell rings. He ran triumphant circles around Hershey, and then skipped around in the sand. Then he picked Hershey up by her waist and spun her around in the air. Hershey laughed out loud and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

“This is fate.” he said. “Don’t you see? Of course you’re pregnant. This is the only way it could be. Everything in my heart says this is right. You are right. I love you, Hershey. With all my heart. You will be be my wife. My soul mate. Yes? You will. I already know your answer…”

They started making out so passionately that Hershey almost forgot to respond.

“Yes!” she said while making out. “Uh huh…” she said, still making out.

Brandon was in a celebratory mood. He picked Hershey up and cradled her in his arms. Hershey slung her arms around his neck and held on and Brandon used a free arm to reach into his pocket.

“I gotta call my assistant.” he said. “People have to know about this.”

The phone rang a few times. Brandon held it to his ear…

“Hello? Yeah… It’s Brandon. Yeah, I know it’s late, but I got big news, you gotta wake up to hear it! Call the press. Tell them I’m getting married! Wooooooooo Hoooooooo!”

Brandon carried Hershey back to the hotel suite. He hooted and hollered all the way back, and people thought that he must have been drunk. In a way, they weren’t wrong. Brandon was intoxicated by the whirlwind of emotions in his body. For all of the years he’d been with Jeanette he’d kept his heart in a jar of formaldehyde. It was half dead, half alive, perfectly preserved and waiting for someone to make it warm again. The nightowls clapped in response to Brandon’s cheers, and he moved on. To the bedroom…

* * *

Jason was fast asleep. Brandon kissed his forehead and crept out of his room, closing the door behind him. He scanned the suite in a ritualistic manner before heading to his bedroom, where Hershey waited. He took one pace at a time. He consciously anticipating what he was about to do with Hershey, his future wife. He slowly paced up to his bedroom door, and before grabbing the door handle, he paused. He’d forgotten something. He skipped over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses, then he skipped back to his bedroom door. He slowed down at the door to take another conscious step. Then he placed his hand on the handle and turned it.

The door opened, and Hershey was waiting for him on the bed. There was a sixteen piece matching pillow set on the bed. Hershey’s beautiful mane of black hair draped over the smaller pillows. Her body lay on top of the larger pillows, but the pillows looked like they might devour her. Her breasts perked up as if they were vying for attention. Her brown nipples were almost gesturing to come hither. Her knees were spread apart, eagerly anticipating Brandon’s entrance. This would only be the second time they made love, but Hershey was sure it would be just as special and amazing as the first.

Her hips gyrated in collusion with her pussy. Her pussy was covered by a thong, but it pressed against the silk cloth, making an engorged camel toe; the cloth itself was already soaking wet. Perhaps Brandon couldn’t hear her pussy’s cry, but it was certainly meowing for him to come over. Her ass crested itself high enough in her spread eagle position that even Hershey’s asshole was begging for Brandon’s attention. Her thong submerged into her ass cheeks and into the pink flesh which showed slightly.

Hershey’s breaths were deep and constant. Her breaths were those of a woman whose heart thumped heavily. Brandon looked her up and down with a curled upper lip. He licked his lips.

“Where’s Maxwell when you need him?” he joked

In truth, they didn’t need Maxwell. Not this time. His songs were already playing in the background, every moment they were together. Hershey got off her back and crawled to Brandon on all fours. When she got to the foot of the bed, she grabbed his belt buckle and unfastened it. She unbuttoned his pants and unzipped it. Brandon placed the champagne and glasses on a nearby surface and took off his shirt. Hershey marveled at his impressive abdominals.

“I won’t ever get tired of seeing those bad boys.” she said with a sensual, breathy voice. Her finger ran along the contour of his hip flexors. Brandon shook his unzipped pants down his legs and stepped out of them, one leg at a time. Now fully exposed. His cock made its grand homecoming entrance. His flaccid cock swung like a pendulum, and then grew like a light saber before right before her eyes. It stood at full attention, like a soldier waiting for its marching orders. Hershey put a hand onto it and it a quick taste.

“Ahhh.” she said, as if she’d just tasted a satisfying popsicle.

She cupped his balls and turned Brandon all the way around. Hershey observed the claw marks on Brandon’s back. Hershey stood upright so that she could see the full extent of the damage she’d done. There were eight distinct scabs running down his back. While one hand kept cupping his balls, she used her free hand to run her fingers along the scratches. She felt a twinge of remorse for what she’d done.
I couldn’t help it.
She thought.
It just felt so good.
Hershey rolled Brandon’s balls around in her hand like marbles and kissed each scratch. Brandon winced a few times. When Hershey was done with her kisses, she parked her chin on his shoulder like a guilty puppy…

“Aww baby. Was I too rough? I’m so sorry.” she said.

Hershey waited for a count of three…

“Do you forgive me?” She asked with the most innocent kitten eyes and the most angelic voice.

“Oh, hunny. There’s no need to forgive” he said. “You weren’t too rough.” he said. “I swear it.” he said.

Brandon turned around to face Hershey. He held her tightly, pressing her warm skin onto his. He caressed the back of her head lovingly, then pushed it forward so he could kiss her tenderly. Then his mood shifted sharply. The sweet and tender Brandon was gone. He grabbed a fist of her hair and an evil smile came over his face. He opened his eyes wide so the whites of his

“... Besides…” Brandon said. “The way I see it, we’re about even… because you have
no idea
what I’m about to do to you tonight.”

THE END.

There are two ways to plan a wedding when you are a billionaire. Either you blindly throw your money at an extravagant cookie-cutter wedding, or you get a wedding planner who massages your earlobes while you go over every last intricate detail. The first option is easy… and given the whopping price tag, it’s somewhat likely to be a big success. The second option takes a lot more time and energy than most billionaires have, but if they pick this option, they’re likely to wind up with a wedding that people talk about for a decade. Brandon and Hershey chose the second option.

They’d been very busy for the last six months. Brandon and Hershey couldn’t decide on a venue. At first, Brandon thought about renting out a secluded Caribbean island or going back to Fiji or somewhere warm like that, but Hershey didn’t like the idea of being in a wedding dress in the stifling heat. They considered a
15th century Odescalchi Castle outside Rome, but they changed their minds at the last minute. The old castle was gorgeous.

An old, moss-covered tower rose up in the background along with a clear view of the crystal blue ocean. In the end, Brandon and Hershey scratched the castle idea. It was too old and medieval for their taste. Besides, they’d heard that Tom Cruise had gotten married there, and they didn’t want to christen their marriage with a weird Scientology space hex. Brandon and Hershey wanted something a bit more modern…

One morning, while sipping freshly pressed coffee in bed, caressing each other, and mulling over the options, Brandon came up with an idea...

“Why don’t we do it at Boulder Manor?” Brandon said.

“What do you mean? The contractors have barely gotten started rebuilding…”

“Pfft! Those are just details. I can pull a few strings to light a fire under their asses.” Brandon said, “Just thinking about, Hershey. We met at the manor. We fell in love there. And, when we first came together, Jeanette burned every reminder of my past. She thought she was hurting me, but she wasn’t. She purged herself from my life and I couldn’t be happier. Now, Boulder Manor is being rebuilt, and it’s going to be better than ever. It’s a perfect symbol for the new life we’re starting together…”

Hershey considered Brandon’s words for a few moments. Then she responded.

“Rebirth…” she said, rubbing her pregnant belly. “I like that.”

“Then it’s settled, then. I’m so excited.”

Brandon raised his coffee much for a toast…

“Here’s to new life.”

“Salud!” Hershey said. She chinked her coffee mug into his. They laughed and leaned into each other for a kiss. Hershey draped her arm on the back of Brandon’s neck, and looked into his eyes lovingly. She bit her lip and smiled.

“I love you, Brandon Boulder.”

“I love you too, hunny.”

Their warm lips pressed together and they both savored the tastes.
 

Choosing the wedding cake was perhaps the most difficult part of the planning process. Brandon wasn’t too particular about the flowers or the fireworks, but for the cake, he was adamant. He wanted chocolate. Hershey was confused at first. Why chocolate? Why so adamant? This wasn’t a birthday party at Chuck E Cheese, it was their wedding. When she asked him about it, he said that it was his favorite, without explaining further. Hershey grew annoyed. She wanted to have a say, and her say didn’t include chocolate. What if she got it on her dress? Hershey shuddered to think of it. Hershey and Brandon had gone back and forth about the cake for three days. Then on the third day, Brandon realized something…

“Oh my God.” he said. “We’re fighting.”

Silence filled the room. Hershey realized that he was right. They were fighting. She’d been so used to the electrifying romance and infernal attraction that a the idea of fighting with Brandon seemed like blasphemy.
Yes.
She thought.
They were fighting.
Had they been veering off the path of eternal love? Were they hurtling towards dullness and mediocrity? Was the honeymoon period over before the real honeymoon even began? Had they crossed an invisible line which couldn’t be uncrossed? Would they someday learn to hate each other, in the same way that Brandon had learned to hate Jeanette? Totally dismayed, Hershey covered her mouth with her hand.

Brandon perceived the shift in Hershey’s mood, and he acted swiftly. This may have been a fight, but he still knew how to swoop in and save the day…

“White chocolate?” he asked, offering a wink and a smile.

Hershey found herself wanting to laugh. She wanted stay angry, and she was angry at the fact that she couldn’t stay angry. She was angry at the fact that Brandon was so good at making her smile; even when they were fighting. She kept frowning with her arms folded to save face, but Brandon’s charm melted the anger away. They both knew it. Brandon swept Hershey off her feet and cradled her in his arms. Hershey’s frown instantly evaporated and she started giggling. Brandon kissed her passionately, then he carried her to the bedroom for a quickie. At the wedding reception, a decadent five-tiered white chocolate cake decorated with marzipan roses sat quietly in the corner of the room.

* * *

Over $200,000 was spent turning the aisle and gazebo into it’s own botanical garden. The wedding planner wanted to make the venue smell like the garden of Eden, and she succeeded. The guests were enveloped in a cloud of flowery fragrances: peonies, baby’s breath, pink hydrangeas and roses. Perhaps a scientist could have run a controlled experiment to determine the effect of these wonderful fragrances. If such an experiment had been carried out, the results would have likely revealed that the enhanced sensual stimulation triggered higher levels of emotional behavior. Indeed, there were more tears of joy on the cheeks of guests than one would usually see at a wedding.

There was one final scent which completed this olfactory oasis. It came from Hershey as she walked up the aisle.
The Wedding March
song played. Hershey walked in tandem with the song. Step. Pause. Look. Step. Pause. Look. Step. Pause. Look. With each step, her distinct cocoa butter scent dispersed through the air, single-handedly planting a smile underneath every nose that smelled it. Hershey’s head hung slightly. It betrayed her incredulous feeling about this moment. Was it even real? How could she be seven months pregnant, getting married to the most wonderful man she’d ever met? Was this all some sort of elaborate joke? Would everyone point and laugh when she get to the gazebo? Hershey searched Brandon’s face for answers. He was still very far away, but she could still see his adoration. This moment was as special for him, as it was for her. Brandon’s love was proudly displayed all over his face. Hershey felt relieved.

Hershey walked past the front row seats. Jason was sitting at there, closest to the gazebo. He had a tears streaming down his face. He smiled, waved, blew a kiss and waved some more. Hershey nodded her head and felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She fought hard not to ruin her makeup. She’d arrived at the gazebo now. Brandon’s excitement was palpable. He bobbed up and down impatiently. Both hands were on his cheeks. He had an open-mouthed smile as if he was holding his breath. His eyes were opened brightly, fully exposing the whites of his eyes. It was time.
The Wedding March
was over. The bride was here. Brandon couldn’t wait his turn to say his wedding vows. He was already thinking them in his head, over and over again. Before he knew it, the pastor’s boring wedding ceremony chatter was already over, and Brandon found himself reciting the words which had been reeling in his mind the whole time…

“Hershey, I knew I loved you the day before I met you.

The day before I met you, I had a vision which told me you were coming.

I didn’t know you by name yet, but I knew you by your smell and your warmth.

The first time I saw you, I immediately knew that you were that woman.

It wasn’t just that you were naturally beautiful…

You weren’t just a kind and caring person.

We also shared values that are so rare,

That I knew that you must have been sent to me from Heaven.

I know things happened fast between us,

But that doesn’t mean that our love should be any less real.

Passionate marriages begin passionately.

That’s the only way true love can happen.

And now, here we are, in love, getting married.

And do you know what, Hershey?

I promise to be your lover, companion and friend,

Your partner in parenthood,

Your ally in conflict,

Your greatest fan and your toughest adversary.

Your comrade in adventure,

Your student and your teacher,

Your consolation in disappointment,

Your accomplice in mischief.

This is my sacred vow to you, my equal in all things. All things."

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