Page 90 of Choosing Skyler

After leaving the dress shop, we hit the department store for the rest of the things we wanted to pick up for our trip. Skyler gets a carry-on bag for the flight and a business casual outfit to wear to court on Monday. I get a large toiletry bag and a large suitcase so that we can pack everything together and save the number of bags that we check into luggage. I’m planning to pack some more of my things from home to bring back with me on the return flight.

The maître d’ leads us to a round table in the back of the restaurant where Timothy is already seated. He stands to kiss Skyler’s cheek and pat me on the shoulder. We take our seats and look around at our elegant surroundings. It’s definitely a different atmosphere than TG’s but it’s more classy than ostentatious like I’d expected from a five-star hotel’s restaurant.

“Devon and Tracey should be right behind us. Tracey was stuck at work a little longer than she expected to be,” I tell Timothy.

“That’s fine. I’ll order a couple of bottles of wine and appetizers for the table while we wait for them,” he says, waving a waiter over.

Once he’s placed the order for two bottles of wine and a bruschetta with an assortment of toppings and seasoned oil, he turns his attention back to me.

“Brady, I spoke with Sable yesterday about your hearing. She sent me the file to review and while I can’t say that I would have handled the case itself any differently, I do want to mention something to you that you may not have thought of. A backup plan, so to speak,” he tells me.

I straighten in my seat and nod, giving him my full attention.

“Since Eric’s petition for the life insurance was dismissed, he wasn’t privy to any of the information about the policies. He’s unaware of the number of policies that Jillian had as well as the value of those policies. My guess is that he doesn’t really care about the house. He has no sentimental attachment to it. He wants the money.” He pauses for my response.

“There is no money for him. The bank accounts were already in my name. The house, its contents and mom’s car are all that’s left in the actual estate. So, what are you suggesting, exactly?” I ask.

“Offer him what he wants.” He shrugs. “Ifthe judge rules in his favor and the estate goes to him. You have more than enough money to buy him out, at well over market value, without even putting a dent in your pocket.”

I laugh, realizing that he’s right. Eric doesn’t care about the house, or the furniture or the ten-year-old car in the garage. He wanted the bank accounts and the life insurance but that’s already been denied. The only way he’ll get any money is if he sells everything and pays the taxes on the sale. I feel like the weight on my shoulders just lifted.

Devon and Tracey step up to the table and Timothy stands to give them the same greeting he gave us. The waiter comes over once they’re seated to pour our wine and deliver the appetizers. Skyler gives Devon and Tracey a short version of our conversation with Timothy.

“That’s great advice, Dad. I can’t believe none of us considered that,” Devon says, smiling at his dad with pride.

“Brady was too concerned with the court aspect of it all,” Skyler replies. “None of us were thinking beyond that.”

I nod. “Skyler’s right. I guess in my mind, the judge’s word was final.”

“It may be. The judge could still deny his petition and grant the wishes dictated in Jillian’s will. But if he doesn’t, you can offer Eric a sizable amount to purchase the estate from him,” Timothy says, lifting his wine glass.

We enjoy the rest of our dinner with carefree conversation. When the waiter asks if we’d like dessert, we all shake our heads. Timothy pays the bill and walks us out to wait for our Ubers.

“You two have a safe trip tomorrow,” he tells Skyler and me before turning to Devon and Tracey. “And I’ll see you both for brunch tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Devon replies. “We’ll meet you there at ten.”

We all say good night and get into our separate rides.

Skyler heads straight to the bedroom when we get home, only stopping long enough to remove her heels and carry them to the closet. I step into the room as she’s coming out of the closet. She steps in front of me and turns for me to unzip her dress. I brush her wavy hair over one shoulder and lean down to kiss her neck.

“I believe I made you a promise,” I whisper in her ear, turning us to face the mirror above the dresser. “I want you to see how beautiful you are when you fly apart for me. Watch and feel, Beautiful,” I say as I run my hands up her sides to squeeze her breasts.

She leans back against me, watching my hands in the mirror. I continue to massage her left breast as my right-hand snakes down to her stomach over the silky material of her dress. She whimpers when I pull her against me so that she can feel how hard I am already. I continue to kiss and nip at her neck, all the way down to her lace covered shoulder. My right hand continues down to massage her clit through the material of her dress and panties. She moans and bucks against my hand, trying to increase the friction.

“Uh uh,” I scold her. “Watch and feel. I’ve got you.”

I tease her with soft touches all over her body while staying on top of the material of her dress. I’m dying to get to her skin, but I want her to experience something softer tonight. Her skin is flushed, and she trembles with restraint as she tries to stay still like I told her to. I kiss back up her neck to her ear.

“Good girl. Lean forward and brace yourself on the dresser,” I tell her, urging her forward.

I drop to my knees behind her and run my hands up her bare legs from her ankles to her hips before pulling her panties down and tapping her ankle for her to step out of them. I lift the back of her dress over her gorgeous ass and blow a hot breath over her wet lips before sticking my tongue out and giving her a long, slow lick from her clit to her puckered ass.

She groans as she arches her back to give me better access and I continue to tease her with slow licks and sucks, never staying in one area long enough for her orgasm to crest. I’m teasing myself as much as I’m teasing her. My cock is so hard for her it hurts. I reach down to unbutton my pants and lower the zipper for some relief, but I don’t touch myself. I’m afraid if I do, it’ll all be over and that’s not how I plan to finish.

“Brady…Please,” Skyler whimpers.

I rise to my feet, bringing my hands up the front of her legs as I go. I cup her mound with one hand as I reach down to lower my pants and boxers with the other. I position myself at her entrance but don’t enter her yet. She thrusts her hips back, trying to get the penetration she craves but I stop her with a hand on her ass. I lean over her back so that my lips are at her ear.

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