Rundown (Curveball Book 2) (9 page)

“
Such
as?”

“
Babe,
baby, beautiful, love of my life, sex goddess with perfect tits—“

“
Drew!”

“
Hey!”
I yell, having earned a jab to the ribs.  “It’s not like I’d
ever say that in front of the kids.  Besides, it’s true.  Turn
around so I can have a better look.”

“
No
way.”

“
Come
on, I’ve gone days without seeing you.”

She
shakes her head, and I’m about to pout, until she rises up on her
knees and turns to face me, biting her lip like I want to.   Her
hands are splayed out on her hips, giving me an unobstructed view of
her amazing breasts, toned torso and curvaceous hips.   Bubbles
are very inconveniently blocking everything below.   I’m so
entranced by her beauty that I don’t register her talking until she
loudly clears her throat.

“
Did
you say something?” I lean forward, take her hand and intentionally
direct my question to her chest
.  I am literally the luckiest
man alive
.  “What do you feed these things?” I ask,
forcefully palming her spectacular assets.   

“
You’re
such an ass,” she laughs, splashing water in my face.  “I
asked if you were satisfied.   I’m getting cold.”

“
I
can see that,” I mutter over a mouthful of soapy water.  “Stop
splashing!”

While
I cough and spit out suds, Breanne slips through my hands and slumps
into the water at the opposite end of the tub, laughing hysterically.
 I lurch forward and pull her towards me, wrapping my arms
around her, which turns into a full on wrestling match. 
 Flipping her over as she squeals, I pin her arms to the side of
her head and trap her core between my legs. 

Breanne
continues writhing.  “Are you done yet?” I ask, smirking.

“
Nope,”
she sasses, popping the ‘p’ for effect, and bucking her hips
trying to get loose, but all she’s doing is turning me on.

“
Careful,”
I warn, pressing my erection against her.   My humor has
been replaced with hunger.  “And to answer your earlier
question, I’m far from satisfied.  When it comes to you I’ll
never get enough.”

I
tilt my hips back, and then slide forward so that she can feel the
extent of my arousal.   She closes her eyes, a moan
escaping her parted lips. 

“
I’m
not stopping you.”  My heart races at her words.  She is
so fucking sexy.  Her legs reflexively push against mine so I
shift my weight and use my knee to nudge her legs apart.   “I
want you.” Her legs spread further on her own.  “Let’s go
to the bedroom.”

I
lower myself onto her and begin rocking back and forth, sliding my
length against her slick folds.   “I can’t wait.” 

I
want her so badly, though I’m not going to tell her that the real
reason I don’t want to wait is because I’ll never take her in a
bed that she shared with another man. 

Breanne’s
legs wrap around my waist in silent agreement.  Drumming up as
much restraint as possible, I push into her slowly, determined to
make it last, savoring my version of paradise.

After
drying off and mopping up the floor, Breanne’s phone pings again,
and I immediately recognize the sound.  She pauses, eyeing me
with a suspicious glare.

“
If
I had to guess, those alerts probably have something to do with my
flight,” I offer, answering her silent question.

“
Why
would you choosing not to get on a plane be newsworthy?”

“
Because
I
did
get on the plane.”

“
You
what? How are you here then?”

I
take a deep breath and start explaining to Breanne how I was able to
get off the plane.  I read her letter several times and
started freaking out.   It was painfully obvious that I’d
made a huge mistake by not listening to her.   Brett tried
calming me down by telling me he’d get us on a flight back to
Boston the minute we landed, but I couldn’t wait that long. 
 I began hyperventilating and was punching the seat in front of
me.   Unbeknownst to me, O’Conner was able to get the
stewardess’ attention and she notified the pilot that there was a
potential medical emergency onboard.    Not ten
minutes later, I was ushered off the plane and taken by ambulance to
Mass General for evaluation.  Just when I thought I was going to
be released, two TSA agents paid me a visit. 

“
Well,
I guess that explains why it took you so long to get here,” she
says with a smile as she brushes her hair.

 
Breanne’s
phone rings and she quickly checks the screen before sending the
caller to voicemail.  “Who’s that?” I ask curiously. 

“
Agent
Patterson.”

“
Don’t
you think you should answer?  He might have an update on the
investigation.”

“
He’s
probably calling about Mark.”   She watches for my
reaction in the mirror.

“
I
heard they were going to exhume his body.” 

She
frowns, nodding.  “I’m not interested in talking about that
today.  I only want to focus on us.”

She
steps back and spins into my arms, linking her hands behind my head. 
 Smiling, I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her
forehead. 

“
So,
Mr. Scott, besides your plane stopping shenanigans, is there anything
else I should know about before I open up my email?  Any more
bimbos?”

“
No,”
I assure her.  “And though I’m loving your jealous streak,
it’s probably safe to get rid of the alerts now.”

“
I
think I’ll keep them.  They came in very handy.  Who
knows when I’ll need to rely on them again.” She further
justifies this with a kiss.   “By the way, what should we
do for your birthday?  December 5th is right around the corner,”
she beams.  “And, it’s almost seven months away from my
birthday.  Do you know what that means?”

“
What?”
I ask.

“
That
we’re only
six
years apart!”

“
Does
that make you feel better?”

“
Yes,
actually it does.”

“
Are
you going to tell me when your birthday is or should I try and Google
it?” he asks.

“
June
15th.”  I watch Breanne silently laugh at my confused
expression.  I’m about to challenge her on how that barely
counts as seven months, but she beats me to the punch by blasting her
hair dryer.  I decide I’ll let her have her moment, grab my
phone and step out of the bathroom to call Brett.  

“
Drew.
 How are you?” he asks in a rush, having answered on the first
ring.

“
Much
better.  Thanks.”

“
I’m
glad you called.  My phone has been ringing nonstop since we
left the hospital.  We need to agree on an approach with the
media.”

“
Release
a statement that says I had an anxiety attack due to the stress of
being on a plane so quickly…or don’t tell them anything.  It’s
no one’s business.”

“
Drew,
there was a crowd in the departure area that witnessed Breanne and
you fighting.   Pictures have already been posted to every
major social media site.  Those pictures surfaced before you
were taken by ambulance from the airport.”

“
What
are you saying, Brett?”

“
That
we have to address the link to Breanne.”

“
No.”

“
Drew—“

“
Leave
her out of this.  I don’t want to bring more attention to her
if I can help it.”

Brett’s
quiet for nearly two minutes.  “Fine.  Admitting she
played a part in your breakdown would probably make you appear
unstable to your other endorsements.   As it stands, you’ll
probably lose the Vitamin Water deal, and I still haven’t heard
back from the Giants.” 

“
Screw
them, then.”

“
When
I do hear from them, what do you want me to say?  Are you still
interested?”

“
What
about Boston?  Have you heard from them?”

“
Not
yet.”

“
I
want to stay.”

“
I
take it things with Breanne are looking better.”

“
Perfect
actually, thanks.  I mean it, Brett.  Thank you for
telling her I’d be at the airport, for getting me off the plane…for
everything.”

“
I’m
happy for you.   Let me worry about the press and I’ll
run the statement by you before it’s released.”

“
Sounds
good.  I plan on lying low until things are rescheduled.  I
still need to get out to Cali soon to sort out Alexis’s house, but
I’d appreciate a few weeks here if it can be helped.”

 “
You
got it, man.  I’ll see what I can do and we’ll talk later.” 

I
get off the phone and absentmindedly look around Breanne’s bedroom,
contemplating our future together, when I notice all the boxes and
garbage bags.   
What’s all this?
 I stand up
from where I sat on the edge of the bed and make my way to the
bathroom.   Leaning against the doorframe with my arms
crossed, I relax, watching the beauty before me dry her hair. 
 I don’t think there’s anything she could do that wouldn’t
completely fascinate me. 

Breanne
takes note of my gaze in the mirror, turns off the dryer and sets it
on the sink. 

“
What
are you looking at?” she smirks.

“
My…”
I struggle to finish my thoughts, causing Breanne to frown.

“
Are
you uncomfortable calling me your girlfriend?”

“
No,
it’s not that.  The word girlfriend doesn’t exactly sum us
up, you know?   It doesn’t feel strong enough.”

“
Considering
how the day began, I think it’s a good place to start,” she
winks, walking past me into her bedroom.   Dutifully, I
follow behind.

“
What’s
up with all the bags and boxes?” I ask.

“
This
morning I decided to purge,” she explains.

“
Mark’s
things.” I clarify and Breanne nods.

“
It
was time.”

“
I
hope you’re not doing it for my sake.” I try to hide my happiness
at her decision to let Mark finally go.

“
Not
directly, though, if I did nothing I wouldn’t really be moving
on.” 

“
It
wasn’t until you left the airport that I realized you had taken off
your wedding ring.  Is the necklace gone too?”