Sandi Lynn - When I Lie With You

Ian got up and walked him to the door. As soon as he shut it, he turned and looked at me. I got up and ran downstairs to the gym. I started punching the punching bag as hard as I could. My knuckles instantly bruised and they were still sore from when I punched Andrew. Ian came downstairs and grabbed me from behind.

“Stop, Rory. You’re going to break your hands.”

I tried to struggle, but his grip around me was tight. I stopped and lowered my head. Ian loosened his grip around me and I fell to my knees, sobbing as I placed my palms on the floor. Ian followed me down and wrapped his arms around me.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. I know how hard this is for you. I’m here for you, baby. You’re safe.”

I cried in his arms until I had no more tears left. “Are you okay?” he asked calmly.

I nodded my head, turned, and looked at him. He carefully wiped the tears from my face with his thumbs and took my hands and softly kissed each bruised knuckle. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs and get some ice for these.”

He helped me up and we went into the kitchen. The staff was gone and it was only Ian and me in the house. He took out some ice cubes from the freezer, wrapped them in a towel, and sat down across from me at the table.

“Give me your hands, sweetheart.”

I laid my hands on the table and he placed the towel with ice cubes over my knuckles. I pulled my hands back slightly because it hurt.

“Rory,” Ian said.

“It hurts, Ian,” I whined.

“I know it does, but you need to keep the ice on them just for a little bit.” As he held the ice on my knuckles, his thumbs softly stroked mine as he soothed me.

We sat across from each other at the table and stared into each other’s eyes. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you more.” He smiled.

“What do I do about Jimmy?”

“You need to figure that one out on your own. I can’t make that decision for you, sweetheart.”

“A part of me feels bad for him, but the other part of me still hates him.”

“It’s going to take time. You can’t change the past, but you can change the future. Just remember that his blood runs through your veins and he is your father.”

“The same goes for you too, buddy,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Your dad and your mom. You can’t change the past, Ian, but you can certainly change your future.”

“Don’t throw my words back at me, sweetheart.” He smiled.

He took the ice from my hands and got up and put it in the sink. I stood up from my chair and waited as he walked over and wrapped his arms around me.

“I have an idea,” he said. “Let’s order a pizza and go eat it on the beach.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yep. We’ll spread out a blanket, eat some pizza, drink some wine, talk, and then maybe we can make love once it gets dark.”

“I love your ideas.” I smiled.

Ian

A couple of weeks had passed and Rory seemed to be doing better. She still hadn’t gone back to the Piano Bar to see Jimmy and, when I’d ask her about it, she would just say she didn’t know what she was going to do. I decided to leave her alone about it and, when she was ready, she’d let me know. Thursdays had now become our visitation day at the cemetery for Stephen. Adalynn’s wedding was next week and I knew Rory was getting excited for it. As for Richard, I needed to confront him about his illness. Too much time had passed and he still hadn’t told me. I was getting angrier by the day and Rory knew it. She was the one who talked me into talking to him. I sat at my desk in my study and opened the top drawer. I pulled out the white envelope and sat back in my chair, debating whether or not to open it. All these years of hiding it and never once gave it a second thought, until recently. Rory had opened my eyes about my own family.

“What’s that?” she asked as she walked into the study.

I looked up at her and then at the envelope. “It’s nothing,” I replied as I put it back in the drawer.

“It looked like you were deep in thought, the way you were staring at it.”

“It’s nothing, sweetheart.” I smiled.

“If you’re lying to me, Mr. Braxton, I can promise you there will be no more sex for at least a month.”

I knitted my eyebrows at her and I got up from my chair and shut the door. I looked at her as I put my arms around her and leaned her up against the desk. “Is that so? Well, I know for a fact you can’t resist me when I do this,” I said as my tongue traveled down her neck. My fingers took down the straps of her tank top, exposing her bare breasts. “And I know you can’t resist me when I do this.” I smiled as I took her hard nipples between my fingers and tugged on them. She let out a moan and threw her head back. My hands lifted up her skirt above her waist. As I undid my pants and pulled them down, I set her up on my desk and inserted two fingers into her, making sure she was ready for me to fuck her nice and hard for her little threat. She smiled at me as she bit down on her bottom lip, turning me on even more. I pushed the edge of her panties to the side and thrust myself into her. We gasped at the same time as she wrapped her legs around me, allowing me to thrust in and out of her faster. “I know you can’t resist my cock in you. Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it, Ian,” she said with bated breath.

“Are you ever going to threaten me with no sex again?” I asked as I pushed in and out of her hard.

“No, never.”

We both were on the verge of an orgasm and I couldn’t help but rub her clit before we both came. That sent her over the edge as her legs tightened around me and she let out her sexy moans in my ear. She was trying to be quiet because the staff was throughout the house. I pushed deeper into her as she came, and I spilled everything I had inside of her. She felt so good and making love to her made me forget about everything else. When we finished, I stared at her while I pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear.

“No sex for at least a month, eh?” I said.

“Okay, maybe a month was a little harsh.” She smiled.

I chuckled as I pulled out of her and grabbed some tissues from the desk. My phone beeped with a text message from my father.

“I’m on my way over.”

“That was my dad; he’s on his way over.”

“Are you sure you want to do this, Ian?” Rory asked.

“No, but I don’t have a choice. He obviously isn’t going to tell me, so I guess I’ll just have to tell him I found out.”

We left my study and went into the kitchen where Charles was preparing dinner for us. Mandy was gathering up her things and getting ready to leave for the night when Richard walked in.

“Oh, Mandy, I’m glad you’re still here. I need to speak with you in private.”

She looked at him and then over at me and Rory. “It’s okay, Mandy. I promise to behave. You have nothing to worry about.”

She walked with him in the other room and I looked at Rory. “What the hell is all that about?” I asked.

“I’m guessing he may be apologizing to her for his past actions.”

He walked back in the kitchen and began talking to Charles. “I’ll be right back. Why don’t you two go outside on the patio and sit down?”

I went into the foyer to check on Mandy and she was grinning from ear to ear. “Are you okay?” I asked in a whisper.

“Mr. Braxton, you father apologized to me and then gave me a check for twenty-five thousand dollars.”

“What?!” I exclaimed.

“He told me he was sorry and this was to make up for all his horrible behavior the past few years. I told him no, that I couldn’t accept it and he insisted. He told me it was for me and Molly.”

I smiled at her and put my hand on her shoulder. “I’m happy he did that for you. Accept it and don’t give it a second thought. Have a good night, Mandy.”

“Thank you, Mr. Braxton.”

I went outside to join my beautiful girlfriend and father on the patio. They had already opened a bottle of wine and were talking when I approached the table. I sat down, poured a glass, and looked at my father.

“Why haven’t you told me you’re dying?” I asked abruptly.

Rory’s eyes widened and Richard looked over at her. “No, Dad, Rory didn’t say a word to me about it. I had you followed a while back. I knew before you took Rory to lunch that day.”

“What the fuck, Ian!” he exclaimed. “How dare you!”

“No! How dare you keep something like this from your only son!” I shouted.

“Ian, calm down, please,” Rory said as she reached over and placed her hand on mine.

She was right; yelling was not going to solve anything. My dad looked down at the glass of wine he held in his hand.

“I’m sorry, son. I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want you upset. It doesn’t matter what age you are, I’ll always want to protect you from grief.”

Those words coming from my father’s mouth were something that I’d never heard before. I knew he cared for me, but he was never one to show emotion. My heart sank with his words. I watched as Rory leaned over and grabbed his hand. He looked up at her and gave her a small smile.

“Listen, son. It is what it is. Your old man is dying and my wish is to make the best of what time I have left. I’ve already started righting the wrongs in my life.”

“Is that why you gave Mandy twenty-five thousand dollars?”

Rory gasped and her eyes widened as she looked at me. “You did what?” she asked him.

“I’ve been a horrible man to Mandy, actually to a lot of women. But with Mandy, I can make things right. I gave her that money for her and her daughter so they don’t have to struggle. Have you seen where they live?”