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PRETEND YOU MINE His only
"Yes." We both answered her at the same time. Ivan met eyes with me and we had that communication for an instant, but then turned it off just as quickly in the next instant. That conversation was for another time. This was social."Close to killing him!" I smirked at Brynne. "No, seriously, I keep him alive and tolerate his many annoyances, and Ivan is dutifully grateful, isn't that right, Ivan?""I suppose... it's better than wanting me dead," he answered. Brynne laughed. "Who wants you dead, Ivan?""Lots of people!" Ivan and I spoke again at the same time.We both laughed at a bemused Brynne and then the waiter showed up to do his thing, so it was a few minutes before I was able to explain about my very eclectic cousin."Hmmmm, where to start?" I paused for effect. "Our mothers were sisters and we've been around each other since... forever. Without the blood con- nection I doubt we'd ever have met, though. Ivan is aristocracy, you know. In heredity and in the eyes of the World Arche
PRETEND YOU MINE Want to feel her
.My thoughts were interrupted by the car door as Ivan opened it for Brynne, kissing her on both cheeks and making a big show of saying good-bye.At the same time, that fucking photographer started snapping pictures! They looked like celebrities even if they weren't, and Ivan technically was. Christ Almighty!Brynne looked stunning on the street talking to my cousin. How would I ever survive this, I thought. The desire for a smoke nearly had me gasping, but my vice would have to wait for the moment."Good-bye, Ivan! It was so lovely to meet you today, and it'll be wonderful seeing you again at the Mallerton Gala soon," Brynne got into her seat and smiled up at him."It was lovely to meet you too, Brynne Bennett," Ivan grinned and then bent down to speak to me. "Take care of this gorgeous girl for me, now, would you? No fits and tantrums, okay, E? You can do it." He was laughing as he shut the door."Well that was fun," I said sarcastically as I pulled away from the curb. "I like your
PRETEND YOU MINE Cramps
Where to pick up food? We liked a lot of different things. I would have brought lasagna from Bellisima's, but I immediately was reminded about Car- valetti being Italian and shot that idea right down to hell. That bastard saw her naked today.Brynne loved Mexican, but it was far better when she made things from scratch than any restaurant in town. I really loved the South American influ- ences on what she liked to make. I decided on Indian and rang in an order for some butter chicken, lamb curry and veggie salad. I was just leaving the restau- rant with the food when I sent off a quick text: Almost there, baby. I got Indian chicken & lamb.I received something right back from her: Hi. Really tired and just want bed. Can I skip dinner 2nite?What? I didn't like the sound of her message and immediately tried to figure out what she meant by it. A flicker of unease ran through me. Was she telling me not to come over, or just that she wasn't hungry? I couldn't tell from that text, and I re
PRETEND YOU MINE Meeting his father
"That's going to be Aunt Marie! Ethan, can you let her in? I'm up to my elbows here." From the kitchen. Brynne gestured to her frantic last-minute prep for dinner."I've got it." I gave her an air kiss and said, "Showtime, yeah?" She nodded back, looking beautiful, as always, in her long black skirt and purple top. The color was lovely on her, and since I now knew it was her fa- vorite, I had to believe in my luck that first time when I sent her the purple flowers.All in, baby.I opened the door to a lovely woman of whom I had no expectations other than knowing she was Brynne's great-aunt. Sister to her grandmother on her mum's side. But the person smiling at my doorstep was about as far from a grandmotherly female as you could get. With her unlined skin and dark red hair, she looked young and stylish and rather... hot for a woman who could not be above fifty-five."You must be Ethan that I'm hearing so much about," she said in a native tongue."And you must be Brynne's aunt Marie?"
PRETEND YOU MINE Night mare again
"Please call me Jonathan, and bear with me a little more, my dear, as I take a further liberty." Dad leaned in and kissed her on the cheek! She blushed some more and got a little shy, but still she looked happy. I kept caressing up her back and really hoped it wasn't all too much... of everything."Easy there, old man." I said, shaking my head. "My girl. Mine." I drew her very close to me until she squeaked."I think they get it, Ethan," she said, pressing her hand up on my chest."Okay, as long as nobody forgets.""Kinda impossible for that to happen, baby."She called me baby. It's all good now, I thought, glad I could laugh at myself as we all got down to the purpose of coming together for the evening. "Chicken Marsala ...mmmm. Brynne darling, what is that in here?" Dad asked between bites. "It's really wonderful." "I used a chocolate wine to sauté the chicken."Interesting. I love what it does to the taste." Dad winked at Brynne. "So you're a gourmet?""Thank you, but not really a
PRETEND YOU MINE Feels so good
"I'm right here, baby." I took her hand in one of mine. "Were you dream- ing?" "Yeah... it was weird." She left the bed and went into the loo. I heard water running and a glass being set down on the counter. I waited in bed for her to come back, and after a couple minutes she did.Boy. Did. She.She slinked out stark naked with a look in her eyes that I'd seen before. A look that says, I want sex and I want it NOW. "I think you know," she said in a sultry voice as she climbed on top of me and looked down, her hair falling forward like a pleasure goddess intent upon ravaging me."Brynne? What's going on?"Oh. fuck yes!My hands went up to her breasts without a thought. God! I cupped all that soft flesh in my hands and drew it toward my mouth. She arched and began grinding over my cock, which was now as wide awake as my brain. I forgot about her being out of commission because she sure wasn't acting like she was out of commission.I got my mouth over her nipple and sucked it in deep. I
PRETEND YOU MINE Whole mess
"The US papers," Frances said, setting the stack on my desk. "There's an inter- esting article in the Los Angeles Times on members of Congress with children in active military service. Guess who they interviewed?""He must be one of the very few. Oakley will milk it for everything he can. Thanks for these." I tapped the stack of papers. "What about the other thing?" Frances looked very pleased with herself. "Picking it up when I go out to get lunch. Mr. Morris said it restored beautifully after so many years in the vault.""Thank you for seeing to that for me." Frances was a gem of an assistant. She ran my company office like a tight ship. I might organize the security, but that woman kept my business sorted, and I didn't underestimate her worth for an instant."She's going to love it." Frances hesitated at the door. "And did you still want me to clear your schedule for Monday?" "Yes, please. The Mallerton thing tonight and then we leave in the morning for Somerset. We'll drive back M
PRETEND YOU MINE Like watching you
A call came through just then, pulling me out of my woolgathering moment and back into the very demanding and very urgent present situation of my job responsibilities. The day flew, and before I knew, it was time to get moving. I called Brynne as I was leaving the office to tell her I was on my way. I ex- pected to get a breathless rundown of everything that needed to be done before the thing tonight and our impending trip. I got voice mail instead. So I sent her a short text: On my way home. Need anything? And got no response.I didn't like it and realized right then and there that I would always worry about her. The worry would never go away. I'd heard people say such things about their children. That they didn't know what real worry was until they had someone in their lives important enough to measure the true essence of what it meant to love another person. With that love came the burden of potential loss-a prospect too uncomfortable for me to think much about.Remembering the env
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