Brian’s POV
The smile on my face felt good. It definitely had something to do with the fact that my heart was feeling so much lighter now that I told Amy my true feelings. The moment the words slipped out of my mouth, I was surprised, but I quickly regained.

I should have been honest with myself and her a long time ago, I should have just told her what I was really feeling. Maybe not the love part, because that had grown, but I should have realized sooner that my feelings for her were nothing like the ‘I married her and now I have to live it’-kind, I had told everyone. There was more, and I had been an asshole for not getting it sooner.

Maybe the press conference hadn’t been the right moment to tell her, I was pretty sure it wasn’t, but I couldn’t help the words spilling over. They had to be said. I had wanted to talk to her in the car, telling her I was sorry for throwing it out when I did, but that I absolutely meant it. She wouldn’t let me though. Did she need some time to process what I said? Did she need time to think about the press conference?

Even afterwards when we got to my home she didn’t give me a chance to talk to her. That made me worried a little bit, was she shutting me out now? What did that mean? Did she need more time? Didn’t she like what I told her? Didn’t she feel the same way?

Ah shit, I didn’t know what to do. Maybe I should call one of the guys, ask them for advice. They all seemed to be very happy I said those few words, but in the short time we talked after the press conference I wasn’t really sure if they meant that it was great for the press conference or that it was great for Amy and me. I thought they meant the latter, but now I was doubting. I ran my hands through my hair, how did I get lost in something this complicated? My life never was, before this, I didn’t know how to handle all of this.

To give my hands something to do, I put out glasses, poured some wine and grabbed a snack. When Amy would get out of her room, I would sit her down and tell her how I feel. Another time, just us, face to face, no confusion anymore.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I sighed when I noticed who it was. Shit, I really didn’t feel like talking to him, but if I didn’t he would walk in again later. Better get it out of the way now.
“Hey dad”
“Not your dad, hey sweetie” I heard my stepmom’s voice and let out a little breath in relief “You thought it would be your old man with his inappropriate ways again, huh?” she chuckled and I joined her.
“Yeah… He has a way of being like that”
“I know hun, that is why I forbid him to call you, now you are so vulnerable” I frowned, what did she mean with that? But before I could ask she continued “We saw the webcast. So you love your fake wife” I could hear the smile in her voice and I was grateful for her calling me at this moment. She always knew what to say, without making a big deal out of it, like my dad would’ve.
“I guess so” I muttered quietly, no use in denying it now.
“Was this the first time you told her?” I hummed in confirmation “That wasn’t smart, son. Things are confusing enough as it is. You are planning to talk to her, right?”
“I know it wasn’t smart! But I couldn’t hold it in anymore and of course I plan on talking to her, if she lets me”

“Good, I trust you will make everything right, I know you will be able to. If there was no way of holding the words in, the emotion is strong enough to bring it to another person. You can do it, sweetheart.” I nodded with a smile, even though she couldn’t see me “And then you will be able to tell us all about it at dinner tomorrow. Your brother and sister are coming too. See you then… I love you” She rushed out the second part of the sentence and hung up immediately, not giving me any room to respond. I stared at the phone in my hand. Fuckers! That was how they worked, my fucking parents.

Parents…. Shit! We still had to call Amy’s!

I made my way upstairs, her door was halfway open and I could hear the last part of the conversation she was having “... I will be available, alright? I’m sorry James, really…. Bye”. Fuck! Why was she calling her asshole boss again? I didn’t want to keep competing with him. This had to be done. She was mine and I was done with having him in the shadows all the time. I knocked on the doorpost and got a tired reply from Amy.

“What do you want?”
“We wanted to call your parents, remember? You were afraid they get wind of the conference, so-” I looked at her, her defeated posture, so tired and I only wanted to hold her and make her feel so much more comfortable. I looked at the laptop and suddenly realized that she might have called her boss for a good reason. I could barely hold a sigh of relief “You missed some meeting?”

“I had a work appointment, but missed it…” Ha! See there was a perfectly good reason! Only work! She was still mine, that guy had fucking nothing on me I thought with a smirk “He will get over it” Amy rolled her eyes, but I chose to ignore it. I was too happy about that James situation.

“So are you up for calling your parents? I know you were anxious to tell them but I think you will feel better when you did it and when you are sure they hear it from you and no one else” I suddenly thought of something. Maybe it would be easier if we just video called them. They could see how much we belonged to each other, how good we were. That would make everything easier. I would be able to convince them if they saw me loving their daughter. So I stepped into the room and took Amy’s laptop, immediately backing out again and making my way down.

I put the laptop on the table, next to the glasses and opened Skype, video calling Amy’s parents before she could complain about it, before she could stop me…. Before I could doubt all of this and get to nervous about it. I quickly put my hand through my hair, straightening it, and then drew Amy to me, and put my arm around her.

It wasn’t long before I heard a man’s voice “What the hell, where do I look? This tiny thing? And where do I- Hello? Amy? Sweetie?!” The camera was moved from left to right, up and down, before we finally had a full view of Amy’s parents, who were staring at the screen. This was it. The moment of truth. Amy valued her parents’ opinion. If I wanted this thing between Amy and me to work, it was important they would like me.

“Hello daddy, mom” Amy replied shyly, why did she move under my touch, trying to get out of the grip of my arm? Hmm, she was a daddy’s girl, huh? That greeting said about everything. I had a smile plastered to my face and opened my mouth to introduce myself, but Amy had already taken the lead in the conversation.
“I am really sorry for not calling you earlier, things have been crazy…. With work… How- how are you? Is everything okay?” she tried to smile, but I could see she was nervous. Her parents frowned and looked from her to me and back, they probably were picking up on the nervousness too.

“We are fine. But we are disappointed. You told us you would call us, but you never did. And now this video calling? What is the use? And who is that man next to you?” Her dad sure came to the point right away.
“Mom, dad, this is Brian.” She turned to me shortly with an uncertain smile. I tightened my grip around her shoulders a little more, trying to show her we were in this together. She bravely continued “We have been together for a while, I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but with the distance we wanted to see if it worked first” Amy blushed heavily, probably not only because of the fact that she had to talk to her parents, but also because she was lying through her teeth! What the hell? I thought we had agreed on being honest with the parents, but she just…

“Where the hell are you, Amy Marie?” Amy cringed at her dad calling her by her second name, I guess shit just got serious. “And all the business trips, they were lies?! We didn’t raise you to lie to your parents, young lady!” Amy seemed to get smaller with every word her father spoke.
“C-C-California” she stuttered and her father looked at her with open mouth “Not all my business trips were lies, but for the most of them I was able to combine them with visiting Brian” she lied again.

I really didn’t understand why she didn’t tell her parents the truth, she was only making it worse by lying to them even more. I know our wedding had been rushed, but we loved each other now, we were a great couple, her parents would be happy for her knowing she found a man that loved her, right? Wasn’t that what parents did?

Amy was tensed up next to me and I hated seeing her like this. Even if they were her parents, they had no right to talk to her like that. She was a grown woman.
“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Jones, I really want-“ I started. I wanted them to know how crazy I was about her, but her dad cut me off.
“I can’t believe you chose a man like that, with tattoos, long hair. That is not at all the kind of man you used to bring home.” I raised my brows, really? He wouldn’t even let me talk and then went to judge me on my appearance? That was hardly fair! I looked at Amy who had her head bent down, avoiding her dad’s eyes. Her dad didn’t even stop “ And what about James? He was always so nice and friendly, always taking care of you.”

That man had some nerve! I was getting angry fast. He had no right to judge me like that, he had no right to just put me down like that and talk about another man, when I was just sitting there! I really wanted these people to like me, but this was stretching it. I was already thinking of all the things I would say to the man, when I felt Amy’s hand on my leg, out of the view of the camera. She softly squeezed it to get my attention, before she gently stroked up and down.

Her dad was still going on about the hero James, but I just shut him out, until I heard him say “Maybe you should reconsider your choice, Amy Marie”. I snapped my head up and looked the man straight in the eye. I was about to burst out of my skin, not caring anymore if he would hate me afterwards or not, the man already had his opinion of me at the ready anyway.

“Well. I won’t. Brian and I got married” She showed her ring to her parents and sat a little closer to me, as if she wanted to proof her parents even more by showing affection. When she looked up to me, stretching a little up, I didn’t let the chance go of kissing her. The tenseness of Amy’s body slowly disappeared, the longer our lips were attached, and I smiled into the kiss. That was it, we belonged together, whatever other people would say.

“Ahem!” Amy’s dad rudely broke our kiss and opened his mouth to say something again. Not anything nice, judging by his face, but finally Amy’s mother spoke up.

“Are you happy?” She was speaking calmly and tried to force a smile, but I could see it was hard. Not because of all the anger, like her father had displayed, but there was something else, something I couldn’t really place yet. Amy nodded, and looked at her mom, blush on her face. They seemed to have a silent conversation just by looking at each other. I saw Amy’s dad look at his wife, just like I was looking at mine. When they seemed to have finished their mother – daughter talk, the four of us were measuring each other up, not sure of who was to talk first.

“Mr. and Mrs. Jones. I know it all seems sudden, but I really love your daughter. She is amazing, funny, smart, beautiful everything I ever I ever wanted in a woman. I love her with whole my heart and she made me the happiest man in the world by marrying me. I will-“ I wanted to continue, but this time her mom broke me off.

“Oh sweetheart, you really got married?” Her eyes were sad. “Without us?”

For the first time in all the time I knew Amy, I felt guilty about the wedding. I hadn’t had that feeling when my friends were telling us they would have wanted to join, I never felt that way when my dad talked to me about wanting to be there, but now…. When I saw the sadness in the eyes of the woman that would have wanted to go dress shopping with her daughter, probably wanted to give her the world before her wedding, I felt guilty. Rationally I knew it was ridiculous to feel that way, but I was feeling so sad for the woman and I needed her to know.

“I’m sorry for marrying Amy without you present, or even asking you for permission. It was a spur of the moment thing, and even though I am happy with the outcome of her being my wife, I regret the action itself. I’m sorry Mrs. Jones”
The woman smiled at me, and I could see how much Amy looked like her “Please call me Marie, this is my husband Dan.”
“Brian Haner, nice to meet you. I really do love your daughter” The woman nodded and on the screen I saw Amy looking at me again. I turned to her and put my hand on her cheek, asking her wordlessly if I was doing okay. When she smiled and gently pecked my lips I knew it had to be okay.

Amy continued the conversation, asking her parents on some daily stuff, telling them about some of the things she had experienced in the time she hadn’t talked to them. She slowly started to relax, but I knew there was one more thing we needed to discuss.
“Mom, dad, we will need to leave soon, but there is one thing more I need to discuss with you”
Her parents both got shocked looks on their faces, staring at Amy with open mouths.
“I am not pregnant!” Amy let out annoyed and her parents let out a sigh in relief, which made me chuckle a little.

“You need to know something about Brian, because you might find things and I don’t want you to believe any of it” The looks on the other end of the screen got more and more confused and worried “Brian is in a rockband, he plays guitar. The press is really on top of everything the band does, and unfortunately the gossip side comes to it too. We were in the local papers already and today we had a press conference to tell about our wedding. We already noticed that they make stories up on the spot and I don’t want you to get scared if you read anything. Promise me to call me if you have questions or read something you need more information on, okay?”

Her parents both nodded, but I could see the uncertainty.
“This is a lot to process, dear” Amy’s dad finally spoke up, he changed his demeanor, but I could still see the question in his eyes.
“I know, I’m sorry for that. I will call you again in a few days, we can talk a little more, is that okay?”
They both nodded and Amy’s mom smiled “That’s okay, dear”

I sat up a little more and pulled Amy closer again, before I offered “Maybe we can fly over soon, meet in person, be able to shake hands”
“We would like that. We will leave you to it, then. Bye sweetheart… Bye Brian” and with that the screen turned black.

Amy let out a deep breath and it seemed as if she let out all the buildup tension from her body, with that one breath.
“That was not as easy as I thought it was. Do you want to-“
“Please Brian, no more, I’m done for today” she took her wine from the table and downed it in almost one gulp.

“Are you feeling okay? Please tell me how you feel?” I almost begged her, desperately trying to find out if she survived the call without getting too hurt. I turned her face to me, searching her eyes for answers, but she closed them. Closing off to me completely.
“Amy, please, I need to know…” I kissed her closed mouth softly and then took a little distance again, looking at her face.

Amy’s eyes snapped open and she stood up, making me curse in my head, I didn’t want her to shut me out again! But then she surprised me by sitting down on my lap, her knees on either side of my legs.

“No. More. Talking.” And with that, the talking really was over. She attacked my mouth, demanding immediate entrance, her tongue forcing mine to dance. Her hands in my hair, pulling the strands just a little too hard. I groaned at this sudden display of want and lust, not having counted on it even remotely, but damn she could get me going within seconds.

I put my arms around her body and pulled her close, hugging her tightly. We never broke our kiss, we kept ravishing each other. I pulled all the pins out of her hair, making it fall down on her back, putting my hands through it. I loved the feel of her hair, it was so soft and silky.

“Take me” Amy breathed when we finally came up for air. That was something she wouldn’t have to tell me twice. I pushed myself off the couch and held her in my arms, carrying her up the stairs to my bedroom, our kisses already starting again.

I gently put her on the bed and watched her crawl backwards into the pillows, looking at me through her lashes, her breaths erratic. I took off my shirt and threw it to the side, quickly opening and removing my pants too. When it finally was just my boxers left I got on the bed and caged Amy in.

She had undressed herself in the time she was waiting for me and she looked so so beautiful in just her underwear. I could hardly keep myself from pouncing on her. I bit my lip as I tried to find her mouth again, but she just pulled me to her and moaned into my ear
“Just. Take. Me. No teasing, no foreplay. Just you and me. Right now”

I put some distance between us and looked at her curiously. What had gotten into her? What was going on?

She bit her bottom lip and moved her hands behind her back and pulled her bra off, then she wiggled beneath me, taking off her panties. Then she let her hands go over my back, straight to their goal, almost ripping the boxers of my ass. She sure wasn’t wasting any time, was she?!

As soon as we were completely naked, she pulled me back to her, ravishing my mouth as she started to move her hips up, slow at first, but faster and faster. I still didn’t get her reasons behind it, but I was only a man and if a woman as hot as Amy, a woman that was mine, moved like this, there was no way I would be able to hold back.

After another thrust of her hips against my straining erection, all my defeat was gone and I slipped into her effortlessly. Her heat so wet, so ready to receive me, so tight around my cock.

I tried to start a slow pace, but there was no keeping it. Amy had other ideas and she was determined to execute them. Her hips met mine, forcing me to up my tempo. Forcing me to head to my orgasm fast. Not only our thrusts got harder and faster, the kiss got more rough too. Amy bit my bottom lip and held it between her teeth as I was pounding into her, hard and fast. She only released my lip to scream out as orgasm overtook her. Her scream sounded like I never heard her before, primal, animalistic. And I? I could only follow, follow her in the orgasm that seemed to take forever.

We crashed into each other, not able to move anymore, panting. Again I knew it wasn’t the right moment, but again I couldn’t stop the words from flowing over…

“I love you Amy”

Notes

Brian sure can't stop saying it anymore, hahaha.
Are Brian and Amy going to give Matt and Sara a run for their money on the cuteness? ;-)