“I did! But I missed being with you.”
It made me feel good to hear him say that.
“I’m sure we can make up for the lost time when we get home,” I suggested.
“Good! Because I’ve been bad.” Brandon playfully suggesting that he’d been ‘bad’ made my cock twitch. I loved this playful, adventurous side of him and the fact that he knew exactly how to play along.
“I see. How exactly have you been bad, my pup?” I prompted.
“On the way to the game, Joshua was talking about figging. And I didn’t know what that was, so I looked it up on my phone while they were talking about it. I got so hard that I had to rub myself over my jeans. Luckily, I was in the backseat, and they didn’t see. But, damn, it was pretty hot.”
“Yes, I see what you mean, pup. It was very naughty and risky of you to rub on yourself in the backseat.”
“I was just going like this,” Brandon said as he slid down in the seat and firmly groped the outline of his cock. I took a slow, deep breath. We stopped at a stoplight, and I reached over, brushed his hand out of the way, and felt his hard cock.
“You’ll need to be punished when we get home, Brandon,” I said.
Brandon smiled and pushed his groin against my hand. I adored how he could play with me. He knew all of my buttons and how to push them. As we pulled into the garage, I squeezed his cock causing him to moan.
“Get your ass inside, strip and kneel for me beside my chair in our room,” I instructed.
“Yes, sir!” Brandon eagerly said. He jumped out of the car with his bobblehead and ran ahead of me.
While I gave him a small head start, I thanked the heavens for sending me a playful masochist.
12
Brandon
I stared blanklybeyond the glass doors of the refrigerated display. James was talking, but I couldn’t comprehend too much. We had talked about this day for a while, and now it was finally here. The thought of today had always given me an upset stomach and made my heart race. James said that in the long run I would feel better and this would give me some closure.
“Do you remember what her favorite color was?” James asked as he put his hand on my shoulder. I could see our reflection in the glass door, and it gave me a sense of security and strength.
“Purple,” I managed to say.
James pointed out a bouquet that had different purple flowers in them. I nodded to him, and he opened the door to retrieve the bouquet of flowers. James chuckled when he pulled the flowers out of the black plastic bin.
“Look at that,” he mused as he held up the bouquet for me to see. The cellophane that wrapped around the flowers was white with purple flowers on it. I smiled and took them from his outstretched hand.
After we paid for the flowers, James drove us in the direction of the cemetery where my mother was buried. I was quiet the whole way there, and my leg bounced nervously. There was no real reason to be nervous. After all, it wasn’t like there was going to be any arguing today, or ever again, for that matter.
“Ready, Brandon?” James asked as we parked along a curb beside sprawling lawns. I took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll be right beside you.”
I got out of the car and waited beside the door for James to walk around to me. He pulled his cell phone out to read something.
“Okay, we’re going this way.” James pointed in the direction after checking the number markers on the curbing.
My sweaty hands clutched the cellophane around the flower stems as we walked along the grass. Even though I had known since breaking free of Sebastian that my mom had died, I hadn’t really come to terms with it. I kept telling myself she was still alive and that we were just fighting still. But the reality of her death came like a freight train and pounded me in the chest as I stared down at a stone that bore the name Haley Nicole Cooper.
I felt ill and dizzy. Everything was rapidly hitting me. Sweat had almost instantly formed on my forehead, and my mouth had gone completely dry. James’ hand squeezed my shoulder, nudging me forward. My shaky legs carried me forward, and I crouched down to put the flowers in her flower holder. I let my knees fall forward into the grass and knelt in front of her grave. Tears fell uncontrollably, and my chest ached from trying to keep the sobs of so many regrets contained.
Soon James crouched beside me. With him right there, I couldn’t hold myself together anymore. I leaned forward, putting the weight of my body on my fists as I pressed them into the ground.
“Brandon, relax,” James said as he rubbed on my back.
“I don’t know what to say,” I explained to James.
“You can say whatever you feel or whatever is on the tip of your tongue, Brandon. You can say as much or as little as you feel like saying,” he said.
