UnBurdened (8 page)

“I didn’t care that she loved another man, I wanted her no
matter how it came to be. She resented me and that was hard to deal with. A
couple years after you were born, Richard came back to town and she would sneak
out to meet him. One night she found out Richard wasn’t who she thought he was.
She came home with her face was covered in bruises. I rushed her to the
hospital where she came clean about her affair.”

“Oh my god dad-,” he raises a hand cutting me off.

“I know you think I’m crazy to stay with her after that but
I did. I stayed for you. You were my true love. You loved me unconditionally,
worshipped me even. A father could not have asked for a better daughter. I know
I’m tough on you business-wise but I do respect your intelligence and your
drive. Your mom and I, we’ve worked it out. I know now she loves me; she just
can’t accept that I’ve forgiven her. You were right the other day, she doesn’t
believe she good enough; that man damaged her.”

He sighs, running his hand through his hair. “I know you
were going to marry Jeremy as a way to gain your mother’s love but don’t. She
already loves you. She probably thinks you’ll make the same mistake she did if
you follow your heart.”

He grabs my hand and kisses it, “follow your heart
sweetheart. If it leads you to that young rock-star then take a chance. You’ve
been different since you met him. You’re happier—radiant.”

“Thanks dad but you deserve your happy ever after too.” I
protest.

“I have it sweetie, I really do. Your mom is not as cold as
she appears. At least not in our bedroom.” He winks at me

“That’s disgusting dad. I think my lunch might come back
up.” I rub my stomach.

“Hey how do you think I feel? I had to see you on a magazine
feeling up that man.” He chuckles.

“It was just a kiss,” I answer with a coy smile. I love my
dad he’s so much fun to joke around with but sometimes he’s too open. Knowing
what he does with my mom in their bedroom is crossing the line for me.

“By the way I’m going away for the weekend.” I smirk at him.
“I’ll try to keep the paparazzi images at a low.”

He shakes his head, “I want you to be happy but if he hurts
you I’ll destroy him,” he assures me getting up and walking toward the door.

“Love you dad”

“Love you too,” he throws over his shoulder. “And if you’re
not at your desk Monday morning, you’re fired.”

“I know dad…I know,” I say to his departing back.

******

I’m in a plane soaring over the city by 2:30. I text Brayden
letting him know I’ll be at dinner with Ally. I don’t want him to get
suspicious when I don’t answer for hours while I’m on the plane. Pulling this
surprise wasn’t very easy. Queen bitch Mandy booked me a flight for tomorrow
morning. She wouldn’t want me to have a whole extra night with
my
boyfriend. I booked my own flight the same day I received her e-mail,
scheduling enough time to make it to Arena before Brayden gets off stage.
Unfortunately there was a slight delay on the connecting flight but I’ll still
make it before he leaves the Arena.

In the taxi on my way to the Arena I dig through my purse
for my phone. I tap on Butch’s number and he answers immediately. It’s hard to
hear him over the concert blasting in the background.

“I need a favor Butch!” I scream into the phone

“Anything you need K,” I love how he’s abbreviated my name
the way he does with Brayden.

“I’m about five minutes away I need you to get me in without
tipping Brayden off. I want to surprise him.”

“He’s gonna lose his shit when he see’s you. I’ll have
someone waiting for you K, can’t wait to see you.

“Missed you too Butch, see you in a few.”

I throw the phone back in my purse, reapply my lip gloss and
run my hand through my hair hoping I look halfway decent after that long
flight. We pull up to Key Arena in a couple minutes.  I pay the cabbie and
pull my carry-on behind me. I catch my reflection in the door and sigh with
relief. Not so bad. My skin tight black jeans with an UnBurdened tank top makes
me blend in perfectly with the fans. Someone taps my shoulder and I turn to see
Butch grinning down at me.

I jump into his arms like I haven’t seen him in years. “You
didn’t have to come get me butch, you could’ve sent someone. I thought you
would be busy with Brayden being on stage and all.” I say pulling back and
raising my head to look at his face. I feel like I'm twelve years old next to
his 6’ 6” frame.

“He’s off stage actually. He’s in his dressing room, besides
he would demand the best man pick up his girl.”  He guides me through a
series of doors and down a long corridor.

 “He’s in there,” he says pointing to the last door.

I push open the door and hear the shower running in the next
room. Oh God, dripping wet Brayden Quinn is a few short feet away. My heart
thuds in my chest, butterflies flutter inside my stomach as I hear the shower
shut off. I push the door and creep in. His back is turned from me, the strong
muscular lines of his back are pebbled with water. He’s rubbing a towel on his
hair as I quietly step behind him sliding my hands around him and grabbing a
handful of smooth, hot heaven.

“No, no, no," he shouts jumping out of my grasp and
turning abruptly. I’ve never witnessed a look of disgust shift to pure joy so
rapidly. “Oh my god! What are you doing here?” a mesmerizing grin appears on
his lip as he pulls me into his arms.

Oh yes! Hot naked Brayden Quinn feels amazing in my
arms.  Butterflies flutter in my stomach just smelling his fresh skin. “I
thought you were coming in the morning?”

“I couldn’t wait that long so I booked an earlier flight,” I
gaze into those amazing sapphire eyes. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too baby,” he whispers, locked in my hypnotic
gaze. He breaks the trance first, leaning down to claim my lips in a searing
hot kiss. I run my hands over his taut shoulders and back, stopping at his rock
hard ass to pull his already rising cock against me.

I break away from his lips, licking warm beads of water from
his neck. Needing to taste more of him I drop to my knees and run my tongue up
his thigh then on the underside of his beautiful erection. I want to stay down
here worshipping at his feet all night, his responding hiss informs me that
he’d let me. As I slide him deep into my throat he grabs a handful of my hair
and grips it hard. The painful sensation excites me, I love the animal in him
and I love when he tries to reign me in—tame me.

His breathing increases, coming out in short puffs of air as
his hip begin to pump, thrusting his stiff rod in and out my mouth. From his
erratic movements I know it won’t be long before he loses his battle. I reach
between his legs and massage his tight sac in my hand.

“Ohh Kerri,” he moans loudly. His arousal thickens in my
mouth as hot jets of his milk fills my mouth.

“Umm" I moan, running my tongue over his rim as he
continues coming.

“Brayden you have to be—” Mandy bursts in causing Brayden to
jerk deeper into my throat. I hold his hips firm as she gapes at me with
Brayden’s jumbo size rod in my mouth. Anger surges though my veins as I release
my suction hold on him and lean back on my haunches. I run my hand over my face
trying to calm my violent urges.

Brayden quickly wraps a towel around his waist. Mandy didn’t
even have the decency to leave. “What do you want Mandy,” Brayden snaps
obviously upset at the interruption. I know he remembers how long I’m capable
of drawing out his orgasm.

“Uh…meet and greet—five minutes,” she turns and slams the
door behind her.

Brayden turn to me with pleading eyes, “I’m sorry Kerri. She
didn’t know you were here.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I say standing up and getting in his
face. “She walked into the bathroom Brayden, obviously you would be undressed
whether I’m here or not.” I take a deep breath and walk to the sink as he
leaves the bathroom wordlessly. I throw some water on my face and look at my
reflection in the mirror. My eyebrows are furrowed, my cheeks are pink, and I
need to calm down.

Brayden comes up behind me a few minutes later fully dressed
and wraps his arms around my waist. “Mandy’s been with us since the beginning
and it’s hard to break a habit. She’s like my brother only in women’s clothes.
Nothing has or ever will happen between us.” He probably thinks I don’t trust
him. I just don’t trust her and hate that she think she has a right to invade
every aspect of his life, even his intimate life.

“Did you talk to her yet?” I challenge him. His eyes dart
away from me, he exhales deeply, “Not yet but after tonight I will.”

“Brayden” I turn facing him. “You just don’t get it and I
don’t want to argue with you so I’m going to have someone bring me to a hotel.
I don’t even want to see her face again.”

“Kerri you have to understand, I’ve never had a girlfriend
before so this has never been an issue. I’ll talk to her tonight I promise. Just
don’t leave, wait for me.”

 I turn on my heels and walk out.

 I’m such a jealous bitch.

I’m being held hostage. Kidnapped by Butch and his crew of
body builders. Apparently, Brayden left orders that I was not to leave this
building without him and what the almighty Brayden Quinn says—goes. This is not
at all calming my surging anger. If he would have just let me go to a hotel I
would have had time to soak in the hot tub and unwind from the long flight
combined with the incident with Mandy. Now I’m even more aggravated by these
men dictating what I’m going to do.

I see Chase walk by the room I’m being held in and call out
to him. He takes a step back and peaks in the room, his face lighting up with a
boyish grin when he sees me.

 “Hey beautiful,” he pulls into his arm, the scent of
fresh laundry invade my sense.  He places little kisses up my neck and
chin and I push him away when I start feeling warm. He smirks at me then says,
“I thought you were coming tomorrow.”

“Brayden didn’t tell you I came early to surprise him.
Unfortunately there was an
incident
and I just want to go to a hotel but
Butch is holding me here. Can you help me get out of here?”

“Incident? Come on give me a little more than that.” He can
sense there’s a juicy story and he grins at me wickedly, his eyebrows lift
urging me to tell him.

“Fine, let’s just say Mandy walked in on us when I had my
mouth full.” His eyes scrunch as he’s ponders my statement. I can actually see
when what I said clicks in his mind. His eyes widen and he makes a good effort
not to laugh but ends up exploding in a fit of laughter. By the time Brayden
walks in the room he’s wiping tears from his eyes from laughing so hard.

“Bro, learn to use a lock” he pats Brayden on the back
leaving the room with a huge grin on his face.

“You told him?” He bristles, his eyes flaring with anger.

“I need to vent to someone and Chase was passing by,” I
explain.

“So you’re confiding in Chase,” he rolls his eyes, “what
would he know about us he’s only ever been interested in fucking every piece of
ass he sees.”

“I like Chase he’s fun, besides I don’t care what he does
with his groupies you’re the only one I’m concerned with.” I smile seductively
at him, pulling him into my arms. I know I’m so flip-floppy but he just looks
so sexy in those jeans, they hug his ass so perfectly. I came here to spend
time with the man that has captured my heart and I’m not going to waste another
minute on Mandy or Chase. I kiss the tip of his nose, running my hands up his
neck into his hair and feel the tension begin to ease from his body.

He heaves a sigh of relief when he realizes we won’t be
arguing anymore. “Let go home.” He lifts me onto his back piggy back style and
races down the hallway. I chuckle against his neck waving at the rest of the
band as we pass them on our way out.

It takes about five minutes to get from the arena to the
Brayden’s high rise condo in the Pike Place Area. The first thing I notice as I
step in are the amazing views through the floor to ceiling windows. The city
and waterfront are amazing with the lights twinkling in the night skyline.

“Are you hungry?” Brayden asks from behind me. He’s pulling
off his shirt as I turn from the window. This view of him stripping is even
more fantastic then the one out the window. His hand pauses at his belt and I
tear my eyes away and I look into his eyes. The devilish smirk on his face says
he knows exactly what I was thinking.

“If you take those pants off I’ll be hungry for more than
food.” Truth is he doesn’t even have to remove the pants, I’m always hungry for
his body.

We order Chinese which we eat with chopstick sitting Indian
style on the living room floor. I tell him about the conversation I had with my
mother than follow that up by the bomb my dad dropped on me before I got on the
plane. Yes it’s been a pretty eventful week for Kerri. She needs to get laid to
ease all this tension. It’s really bad when I start talking about myself in the
third person.

“Rich people always have the craziest families,” he laughs.
“My parents were poor and perfectly in love with each other. Still are.”

“Laugh now if you want but I’m pretty sure you’ve upgraded
yourself to rich people status in the last eight years,” I tease him.

“True, but I’ve already got a pretty amazing relationship.
With a slightly crazy girl who has an even crazier family but the heart wants
what it wants.” He’s so cute when he’s teasing me.

 I throw a pillow at his head and his chopsticks smash
against his face. Noodles clinging to his face, he stares at me for two seconds
before he pounces on me. He grabs a handful of noodles and shoves it down my
shirt. I push at his heavy chest as he reaches for more noodles but I stop
fighting when I realize I’m outweighed and he has defiantly won this one. My
bra is full of warm gooey noodles and he kneeling above me grinning like a
Cheshire cat.