Plus One

Pairing: Brady/Paul

Rating: M

Genre: Drama/Romance

Summary: Brady Fuller is one of the top wedding planners but simply hasn't had enough time to find love for himself. But with a Plus One invitation, and a week to spend with a man he's never met, will Brady finally get a happily ever after of his own?

Disclaimer for entire story: I don't own Twilight. All those rights belong to S.M.

Prologue

It really wasn't supposed to happen like this. This was just supposed to be another job—for the both of us.

I was supposed to make sure that everything went through for the wedding without a hitch, every flower was in the right shade, every groomsmen knew to stay away from the bridesmaids until after the ceremony—hell, I even had to make sure that the groom's brother's wife's parents were to have minimal contact through the three days that we would be on location for the wedding! And all of this was going to be simple for me, a routine that I'd come to know very well and master. It was my job, for fuck's sake! I was, no, I am one of the best wedding planners in the states—planning the Hale-McCarty wedding would be a cinch for me on any other occasion.

But him…I hadn't known him for more than a few days and I felt as if I'm—no. I'm not going to let myself say it because if I say it, then it will make this whole situation harder than it already is. And lord, more than just the situation was hard as I allowed him to unbutton my wet shirt and pull it open to run his rough hands over my cold abdomen. The only noise I could possibly make was a whimper as he pulled my shirt off of me completely and pressed his own bare chest against my body. I'd seen it before, a lot actually since he was far from self conscious, but really, seeing and feeling were two different—and oh, if I thought it looked good, then it felt amazing.

The next thing I knew, we were on the bed in a heap of bare, panting bodies, and tangled limbs. One of those big, warm hands gripped my wrists together, holding them down against the soft sheets that covered the mattress beneath us while the other coursed a trail down the length of my side and hip until he could grip behind my knee to hook it around his waist—my other leg following suit on its own after. With him settled between my legs, our groins grinding together in a slow motion that had my mind drifting into a haze. The pleasurable feel of his hands, of his mouth switching between my neck and lips, of his hard cock grinding against my own, of simply giving him control over the entire situation—of giving him control of me.

My mind seemed to slip in and out of a blanked out state as one moment we were rubbing against each other, and the next it seemed as if he was slowly moving his hardened arousal in and then out of my awaiting heat.

My nails dug into his back and scalp as I simply moaned and writhed beneath his bulky, powerful body. But the doubts, fears, and that nagging feeling was eating me up inside; fighting the pleasures that I was being given in an attempt to ruin this moment for me. I couldn't help it, fight it, or deny it. Not in this moment, not with his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of my neck. Not when I was completely open to him—completely vulnerable—there for him to see, for him to judge.

I was in love with this man.

I wanted so badly to just let go of my inhibitions and fears, and just enjoy this moment for what it was. But I couldn't. The man I loved was an escort, and I was nothing but a job to him, a paycheck, really. By the end of the week, he'll be gone, back to his original business and he'll have taken my heart with him.

And as his sweet whispered nothings were processed in my mind, taken into my system, engraved onto my heart, I did what I'd tried to keep from doing since we started.

I broke.

So…what do you guys think? Continue worthy or what? Haha

Notoriously Yours,

GoinnGaGa