My Best Friend's Brother(34)

I didn't even recognize her until she dropped down into the seat and closed the door.


She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a brown oversized sweater.  She had on sunglasses, a broadly-brimmed hat that hid her face in the  shadows, and a cream-colored purse stuffed full of clothes.


"Just in case you want to make it two days," she said, sighing.


I buzzed out of the coffee shop, and we used the backroads until we hit  the highway. We drove and we drove until the city was thirty minutes  behind us, then finally Sarah unwound herself from her clothes. She  tossed her hat into the back and rolled up her sleeves, and the moment  she took off her sunglasses, I saw how reddened her eyes were.


I reached over automatically and took her hand, drawing faint circles on top of her skin as she sighed heavily.


I didn't know what to say. I wanted to ask her about going and seeing  Emma, but something told me that was a sore topic that wasn't meant for  now. I promised her we would get away, and that meant not talking about  anything that was happening back in Dallas.


So, I did the only thing I knew would make her happy.


I rolled down the windows and the top of the convertible and let her jet-black hair roam freely.


A smile slowly crossed her face as she closed her eyes. She laid back in  my seat, breathing in the warm country air as I cruised down the road. I  couldn't keep my eyes off her as I tried to dart them between the road  and her face. For the first time since we started this whole thing  between us, she actually looked relaxed.         

     



 


It warmed my chest in a way I'd never felt in my entire life.


We drove for over four hours until we finally pulled into the small town  of Fredericksburg. I knew this place was known for their wines and  vineyards, and something told me we would be consuming a great deal of  it. I pulled us into a place called the Hoffman Haus, a quaint bed and  breakfast that boasted of a day spa. I parked my car and rolled up the  windows and roof, watching Sarah as she reluctantly peeled herself from  the seat.


She did love those top-down rides, and I was so glad I could give them to her.


"Hello and welcome to Hoffman Haus. My name is Betsy, and I'm your front  desk attendant. Do y'all need one room or two?" she asked.


"One room and extreme discretion," I said as I slid her two hundred dollars.


"Why, I don't know what in the world y'all are talkin' about," she said  as she slid the money back to me. "Y'all just out of towners, ain'tcha?"


I smiled gratefully at the woman as she plucked a pair of keys and put them in my hand.


"How many nights ya need, darlin'?" she asked.


"One, but the potential for two," I said.


"I got just the room for y'all. Follow me."


She led us up the stairs and took a hard left. We walked all the way  down the hallway where she threw open a massive door, and it led into a  beautiful room with a king-sized bed. There was an en suite bathroom  with a jet tub and a walk-in shower, and I heard Sarah sigh with relief  as she dropped her purse into the corner.


"This is beautiful," she said. "Thank you so much for your hospitality."


"‘Round here, you won't get nothin' but. Lots of people come here to get  away from everythin'. We hope you enjoy your stay. We got a day spa  that's open from eight to five, so make yourselves comfortable. Wanna  book up any sessions while I'm here?" she asked.


"Could we have two masseuses come to the room for us?" I asked.


"I can arrange that. Give ‘em thirty minutes, and they'll be up here."


"Thank you so much," I said.


"A massage?" Sarah asked.


"Yep. And that's just the start."


The massages were fantastic. Sarah moaned and groaned through her entire  one, and it was all I could do to keep my erection at bay. The  two-hours massages were fantastic, and by the time they were done, I  didn't want to move. They let us lay there for a few minutes and bask in  our relaxation, and I made sure to tip them well and thank them for  coming up here to us.


"Oh, fuck. That was perfect," she said.


"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You getting hungry? It's a little after dinner time around here, so places won't be too crowded."


"Can there be wine involved?" she asked.


"Isn't there always?" I asked.


The two of us got changed and made our way into the city. The bed and  breakfast we found was right on the outskirts of Fredericksburg, a short  three-block walk into the heart of the small town. Sarah held my hand  tightly as we walked down the sidewalk, earning lazy nods from the  locals as we searched for a place to eat. There were plenty of hot dog  and barbecue places along with wine and cigar bars, but the moment we  came across a wine bar with a menu, we dove on in.


The place barely had anyone in it, and we sat in the back, so we could keep an eye on the front of the building.


Our waiter gave us a wine menu with a fabulous selection I didn't expect  to find in a small town. Most of them were made right here in the city,  but a few were imported. Sarah joked that she wanted a bottle all to  herself after all the shit that went down, and I strongly suspected she  was partially serious. So, when she ordered her glass of wine, I told  the waiter to bring the bottle over.


"Mason, that isn't necessary," she said.


"Yes, it is. And I'll have the bottle that goes along with mine as well," I said.


"Right away, y'all. Take your time ordering. If ya need suggestions, the barbecued duck is real good. Chef's specialty."


"Then I think I'll have that," Sarah said.


"With what two sides?" the waiter asked.


"Whatever the chef likes best. I'm not in a picking mood right now."


"I'll do the eight-ounce steak, rare. I still want it mooing at me a bit," I said.


"I hear ya on that one," the waiter said, smiling. "What two sides?"


"The double-baked mashed potatoes and roasted lemon vegetables," I said.


"Comin' right up, I'll put those orders in and bring it out when it's  ready. Make sure to save room for dessert, though. The chef freshly  prepares a mean peach cobbler and german chocolate cake."         

     



 


The hum that came from Sarah's lips twitched my cock as I smiled at her.


"Feeling any better?" I asked.


"Much, now that I have this wine," she said.


"It's nice to be in a place where no one knows who we are," I said.


"Or at least acts like they don't. Can we stay here forever? I'd live in  that bed and breakfast and hire that man to be my personal masseuse."


"I could give you massages anytime you wanted," I said.


"That might be better. Yours come with happy endings," she said, winking.


"You're damn right they do. But seriously, how are you feeling?"


I took her hand from across the table and watched as she sipped on her  wine. Her eyes rose to meet mine, and for the first time, I saw a very  scared Sarah. I wasn't sure what had frightened her so badly, but the  mere fact that she felt comfortable showing it to me warmed my soul.


"I saw your press conference," she said.


"I think everyone's seen it at least twice," I said.


"It was kind. Thank you. It actually got some people to back off on my social media accounts."


"Good. I was hoping it would do something like that. Do you want to talk about anything?"


"No. I want to act like it doesn't exist for a while. Like it's just the two of us. Is that odd?'


"Nope. It's not odd at all. I'm actually glad you want to do that," I said.


"You are?" she asked.


"Yeah," I said, surprised. "I kind of am."


We talked over dinner and filled our stomachs with wonderful local wine.  We took the wine we didn't finish with us, and I bought another bottle  for us to pop open later if we wanted it. I took Sarah's hand, and we  walked around the town, helping our food to settle as we simply took in  the slow nighttime that was pouring itself across this small town. As  the stars came out, I heard Sarah gasp, her neck craning back to look up  at the sky.


The stars seemed to triple in their numbers out here, and for a little  while, I held her while we both gazed at them from a park bench.


"It's so beautiful here," she said, sighing.


"It's because you're in town," I said.


"Oh, stop it."


"No, I'm serious. You're a beautiful woman, Sarah. And I'm lucky to spend time with you whenever I can."


"Do you mean that?" she asked.


She peeled her eyes from the sky and looked at me. I shivered at her  gaze, so wanton and desperate for an answer that was going to be very  easy to provide. Usually, I schmoozed women like this to get in their  pants. I told them whatever they wanted to hear that would get them to  roll up their skirts and part their legs.


But this was the first time I was about to answer that question with no strings attached.


And it was startling to me.