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  Anything Like Me

  Kimberly Knight

  Table of Contents

  DEDICATION

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  DEDICATION

  For my friends and family who have given me the courage to keep writing. This year has been trying and without your love and support, I wouldn’t have been able to finish Brandon and Spencer’s story.

  CHAPTER ONE

  My dad, Kevin, once told me that he knew he wanted to marry my mom a month after they started dating. He said that a man just knows, and if you’ve been dating more than a year and he hasn't mentioned marriage, then get out of the relationship––fast.

  I thought he was just smitten with my mom, but here Brandon and I were less than a year later and engaged. I couldn’t be happier. Brandon had come into my life at the right time––as if fate intended for it all to happen. Given these last eight months and all the life threatening situations, I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s true what people say; things happened for a reason and now I just hoped that Christy, Michael and Colin were going to get what was coming to them once their trial started so they would be out of our lives forever.

  I stared at the ring Brandon had given me not even an hour ago as my dad's words echoed through my head. I stood with my back toward the warm stream of running water, admiring my new ring as the evening light from the bathroom window reflected off the two and half carat princess cut diamond encased in a halo setting with round tiny diamonds along the whole band.

  After a few minutes, I realized that I was still alone in the shower. Brandon hadn’t returned from seeing who was at the door and that made me nervous. I quickly rinsed the soap from my body and started to turn off the water when the shower door opened and Brandon slipped in. His hard chiseled body stepped close to me as we both stood under the warm stream of water––something we did almost every night.

  “Hey, what took you so long?” I asked, slipping my arms around his neck.

  “Blake’s here.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep.” Brandon’s hands glided down my back to rest on my ass as he gave it a little tug to bring me closer to him.

  “Did you know he was coming?”

  “Nope, he said he needed to get away and used the plane ticket we gave him for Christmas.”

  “Couldn’t he have asked? I mean, this is an important night,” I pouted as Brandon’s cock grew against my belly. I chuckled slightly. Here we were again, talking about his brother at the wrong time.

  “Babe, you know how Blake is. He doesn’t always use his head,” he said, tilting his head down to place a soft kiss on my neck.

  “I know,” I said, sighing. “Can he maybe get a hotel room for the night?” Of all the nights Blake could have come to visit us, it had to be tonight…the night when I wanted to wear nothing but my new ring and a smile.

  “I guess, but we haven’t seen him in, what? Five months?”

  “I know––you’re right. I just wanted to walk around naked for the night,” I said, biting my lower lip and giving him my most innocent smile, making his cock twitch in response.

  “I’ll make it up to you another night––I promise,” Brandon groaned, bending down again as he pressed his lips to mine.

  “But that other night won't be the night you proposed and I said ‘yes’.”

  “I know, Baby…” Brandon looked down at me, searching my eyes as if he was looking for some sort of answer or something. “What if we get a hotel room in the city, you call in sick tomorrow and we order room service, eat breakfast in bed and then spend the rest of the day with Blake? He can take care of Niner tonight. It will give him time to clear his head, too, since that was the reason he jumped on a plane and flew thousands of miles unannounced.”

  “Well, he did come all this way. Maybe we should spend time with him?”

  “No, he will understand. I’m sure he will be here longer than one night. We will hang out with him tomorrow. Plus I want to see you wearing nothing but your new ring and a smile for the rest of the night,” he said, winking at me, reading my mind.

  *~*~*

  Brandon and I walked down the staircase with our overnight bags in hand. A smile spread across my face as I passed the recently flickering candles on each step, remembering my welcome home greeting.

  Niner came running around the corner when he heard me making my way to the kitchen. After everything that happened, I realized I forgot to say hello to the new member of our household. I was used to him greeting me at the door, but I quickly forgot all about him when I saw all the candles spread through the entryway and up the stairs.

  “Hey, Buddy,” I said, kneeling down to his level, rubbing and kissing him on the head. “You and your daddy are very sneaky.”

  “Well, it was all his idea,” Brandon said, chuckling.

  “Spencer!” Blake said, walking up to me with open arms. “How’s my Poker Shark?”

  “Hey, Blake, it’s good to see you. How are you?” I asked, embracing him in a hug.

  “Your Poker Shark?” Brandon asked.

  “Anyone who can beat you is my Poker Shark,” Blake answered, winking at Brandon then turning back to me. “I’m good, Spence. Sorry to come unannounced. I had no idea tonight was the night. I should have called first.”

  “It’s okay. It will be fun having you here. How long are you planning on visiting?”

  “A few days––maybe a week tops, if that’s okay?”

  “That’s fine with me. You and Brandon can have quality brother time,” I said, smiling at the two Montgomery boys.

  “Spencer and I are getting a hotel room in the city tonight. Can you take care of Niner until tomorrow? You can take Spencer’s car and meet us for lunch and we can spend the afternoon with you…give you a mini tour of San Francisco,” Brandon said to Blake.

  Take my car? The thought of Blake driving reminded me of what Aimee had told me in Houston. I guess it wouldn’t hurt for him to drive my car as long as he didn’t drink too much. No way would he show up drunk or drink so much in San Francisco that he couldn’t drive back…right?

  “Nah, I should be the one to get a hotel room,” Blake said, taking his phone out of his pocket.

  “It’s okay. Really. This way, I don’t have to cook and can spend more time naked with Spencer,” Brandon said, slapping my ass.

  “Whoa, TMI, Babe, T.M.I.” I said, playfully swatting Brandon’s arm.

  “Well, if you insist, but let me see the rock before you leave,” Blake said.

  I stuck out my hand, flashing my beautiful sparkling diamond. A smile returned to my lips and my heart swelled with happiness. A year ago, I would have thought this would be me and TravAss, not Brandon. I should probably be thanking TravAss instead of hating him. Brandon makes me a better person, takes care of me, wants me for me and truly loves me. TravAss was never that person.

  “Damn, Bro, you’re going to make me compete with that?” Blake asked, looking over to Brandon while still holding up my left hand to him.

  “You’re proposing to Stacey?” I asked.

  “Oh, no, no, no––I will never get married. I am just messin’ with Brandon,” Blake said, slapping Brandon on the sho
ulder.

  “You two broke-up again?” I asked Blake.

  “You guys go––enjoy your night. We’ll talk about all this tomorrow.”

  *~*~*

  Brandon and I entered the white marble lobby of the Ritz-Carlton after leaving his keys with the valet. I was finally starting to get used to having some of the finer things in life. Brandon always made sure we stayed in five star hotels, drove nice cars and carried designer bags. However, I still went to Target at least once a week, because that store had everything and I just loved it!

  Before we left our house, Brandon called and made reservations for the night. While he checked us in, I sat back on a couch in the lobby and admired him. He was everything I had ever wanted and all the words he spoke to me during his proposal were exactly how I felt. I never wanted to know what life would be like without him. I’m not sure how I managed life without him, just like he stated to me. I wanted nothing more than to start a family with him, grow old and just live a happy life––together.

  Brandon turned and winked at me while the front desk clerk finalized everything. My heart skipped a beat as he flashed me his panty melting smile after his wink. I couldn’t wait to be up in the room, naked with him. No matter where we were, when he gave me that smile, I wanted to jump him right then and there. I think he knew that and did it on purpose, but I didn’t care. I fucking worshiped his body because he used it to worship mine.

  “Ready to go, future Mrs. Montgomery?” Brandon asked, approaching where I sat on the couch in the lobby.

  “Yep.”

  Brandon reached to take my hand to help me up from the couch. Butterflies filled my stomach on contact as I remembered what we had done only a few hours ago when we had sex without a condom––finally. Now we were going to spend the entire night naked, exploring our newfound pleasures and our engagement.

  We walked hand in hand towards the elevator as a bellboy followed us to our room with our bags.

  “Crap, I forgot to tell Ryan that you proposed and I said ‘yes’,” I said, reaching into my purse for my phone.

  “She already knows.”

  “She does?” I asked, giving Brandon a questioning look.

  “Of course. Ryan would have castrated me if I didn’t give her a heads up or get her advice on the ring.” That was very true. Ryan was like a big sister to me, especially since my sister, Stephanie, lived hours away and we rarely saw each other. “Becca and Jason know as well. And, of course, your parents.”

  “You talked to my parents?”

  The elevator doors closed with us and the bellboy inside. As we rode up, he answered, “I had to ask your dad for permission.”

  I laughed. I never pictured my parents as being old fashioned and Brandon needing to ask for my dad’s permission, but it also warmed my heart to think that Brandon wanted to do everything the right way.

  “What would you have done if he said ‘no’?” I asked as we stepped out of the elevator when it arrived on the seventh floor.

  “I still would have proposed,” he said, winking at me. “By the way, everyone is expecting your call tomorrow. Tonight, you’re all mine.” Brandon kissed the side of my head as he slipped the key in the door when we arrived at our room.

  A few lights were already on when we entered the room. As we stepped in further, I noticed there was a soft glow coming from the unlit bathroom through a built-in window that overlooked the bedroom. The bellboy brought in our bags and Brandon tipped him as he wished us a good night, closing the door behind himself as he left.

  I wandered into the bathroom as curiosity got the best of me. As I entered, I noticed that six tea light candles sat along the edge of a giant tub below the window that overlooked the bedroom, burning in clear votives, with red rose petals floating in a bath full of water. The square tub was framed with white trim, and a vase filled with roses that matched the petals sat in the far corner.

  “How did you do this?” I asked Brandon as he followed me in.

  “When I called to make the reservation, I asked them to do it. I was going to do something similar at home for after dinner.”

  “Is the water still warm?” I asked, leaning over and dipping my hand into the tub. “Oh it’s perfect!” I smiled brightly at Brandon. “How did I get so lucky?”

  “No, the question is: How did I get so lucky?” Brandon said as he leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. “And there should be…” he turned and started to walk out of the bathroom, “champagne and strawberries here, too,” he said from the bedroom.

  Brandon returned to the bathroom where I stood waiting for him. He had the champagne and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries in hand. “Shall we?” he asked, nudging his head towards the steaming bathtub.

  “Yes, we shall,” I said with a smile.

  Brandon set the champagne bucket and strawberries on the bathroom counter. He started to pour us each a glass after he uncorked the bottle while I slipped my t-shirt over my head, followed by my jeans and flip flops. Once the glasses were filled, Brandon shed his clothing right where he stood next to the counter.

  Brandon walked over, handed me my glass, and we cheered to being engaged. After taking a sip, he grabbed my hand and started to step into the warm water.

  “Wait, the strawberries!” I said and moved to grab them off the counter. I placed the tray on the side of the tub and placed my hand back into Brandon’s as he guided me into the water. “Wow, even though we just took a shower before we left home, this water feels so good.” I sighed as I sat down in the tub.

  “It sure does,” he said, spinning me around so I was nestled between his legs.

  I would never tire of taking baths with this man. I fit perfectly against his chest as he ran light strokes up and down my legs and arms, kissing my neck and shoulders as I relaxed more against him.

  “Want to watch TV?” My eyes settled on the wall mounted flat screen TV above the bathtub as Brandon asked me.

  “No, that’s okay. Want a strawberry?”

  Brandon and I washed each other and then soaked in the warm water, feeding each other strawberries and sipping the champagne until the water turned lukewarm and we had almost finished the entire bottle. I wished every day ended with Brandon and me soaking in a tub full of warm water. It was so relaxing and comforting. I loved being in the arms of my man––my fiancé.

  Brandon helped me out of the tub and wrapped one of the soft, fluffy towels around me.

  “Ready to call room service?” he asked, shrugging on his robe.

  “Yes, I’m starving!”

  I looked at the clock near the bed to see it was already after nine in the evening. This had been a long, enjoyable night, and I was happy that we were going to play hooky in the morning and just enjoy us. We placed an order with room service and I sent an email to my boss, Skye, while Brandon texted Jason to let him know that he was going to spend the day with me and Blake.

  After relaxing in the plush, king-size bed for a bit, room service arrived with our dinner and another bottle of champagne. I didn’t realize it, but I was really hungry. After all the excitement and festivities, I really worked up an appetite.

  I couldn’t wait to talk to Ryan, my parents, my sister, Becca and all the girls at work about how Brandon proposed. My lemon tree had produced the best lemonade a girl could ask for, and I planned on drinking it for the rest of my life!

  “More champagne?” Brandon asked as I pushed back the tray with my empty plate on it from where I sat in the middle of the bed.

  “Yes, please,” I said, holding up my glass.

  After Brandon refilled it for me, I set the glass on the nightstand near the window and stood to gather our empty plates. After setting the plates and trays outside for room service to pick up, I started walking back to the bed to snuggle. Brandon was lying there, propped up with his arms behind his head, watching the TV. I stopped dead in my tracks. Fuck, he was hot!

  Brandon’s eyes flitted to me where I stood biting my bottom lip and
admiring the view.

  “You know what happens when you look at me that way, right?”

  My eyes slowly made their way from his firm chest that was slightly exposed beneath the white robe to his perfect face as he finished asking me the obvious question. “No, what happens?” I teased.

  “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

  I felt my whole body flush with desire. No matter how many minutes, hours, days, and nights I had spent with this man, I was almost positive I would never lose my appetite for him. I walked over to the side of the bed where he lay. Brandon sat up and swung his legs to straddle mine where I stood.

  He looked up at me with his mocha eyes that had darkened with desire, and slowly started to untie my robe as our eyes locked. I felt my body moisten between my legs and my mouth began to water.

  Once Brandon had untied my robe, he slowly started to slide it off my shoulders and down my back until it pooled on the floor around my bare feet.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.

  “And you’re so fucking hot!” I said, making us both laugh a little.

  “Well, I’m glad you think so. If you didn’t, we would have a problem,” he said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my stomach.

  I ran my hands through his soft, light brown hair and down his neck to his back, bending over slightly as he pulled my breast into his mouth and flicked my nipple until it puckered. Dragging his mouth across the valley of my chest to my other nipple, Brandon did the same thing he had before. Wetness continued to build between my legs as he worked my plump mounds with his mouth.

  Both his hands glided down my naked back until they rested on my ass, and he pulled me forward, causing me to fall on top of him as he lowered us down onto the bed. Brandon slowly turned me over, my legs hanging off the side of the bed with my back flat on the firm mattress. He dragged his tongue along my collarbone, sending chills throughout my body.

  Slowly, he ran his tongue up the side of my neck before finally resting his mouth on my soft lips that were eager to taste him. I reached my hands down between us and started loosening the tie of his robe as our tongues swirled around one another.