Brett's Little Headaches(14)

No boy can know what to do with a woman like her, a woman who went off like a firecracker at the feel of a man's cock.

Shit, no wonder the little fuck had ran scared. She was all woman and she had no idea what that meant to a real man.

Lucky for me I'd been in the right place at the right time. I have to remember to get my dog some Grade A steaks for the next week at least. He did good.

I pulled up outside her building and went around back to get my boys. "You get the door honey I'll bring them in."

I saw her stop short at the honey but pretended I didn't see shit. That's my plan; bombard her with the sweetness. By the time I was through, she wouldn't know what hit her and we'd be hitched.

I'm not the waiting type, never waited for a damn thing in my life. I figure she had about two weeks tops before she was under me one way or the other and that was pushing it. By then I'd probably be ready to hump a fucking knot in the floor.

I followed behind her with the boys, my eyes glued to the sway of her ass. Oh yeah, she was so getting bred; mom was going to be knee deep in grandkids in about another year or so.

She showed me to the boys' room and helped me get their shoes and stuff off before putting their pajamas on. They barely made a peep as they rolled over and went to sleep.

She had no idea just how close she was to danger as she sat there looking all motherly; and why the fuck I should suddenly find that shit sexy as fuck, who knows?

I looked around the room as she ran a hand over each boy’s head, still humming the lullaby that had sent them to sleep.

I'm gonna have to do something about their beds, they looked kinda old. But again, I was sure that if I mentioned it she'd freak, so I'd just buy new ones and bring them over. Seems to me like that's the only way to deal with Ms. Laurie.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room behind me after we both kissed their little heads goodnight. I headed for the living room, a man on a mission. "Sit."

I sat her on the couch and paced back and forth, trying to get my words straight. I didn't want to scare the shit out of her, but straight forward is the only way I know.

"Listen Laurie, I don't know your whole life story, but what I do know so far I want. I want you and the boys and about six other little fuckers running around here...well not here but you get my meaning.

I don't care that we just met, that's not how I work. I go with my gut, always have and it hasn't steered me wrong yet.

Do you know what I was doing this morning while you were yelling at me?" She shook her head as her eyes followed me around the room like she expected me to pounce any minute.

"I was trying to figure out a way to fuck you in that park without our boys catching on." She almost choked.

"That's right, my cock was hard as fuck and he wanted in. Now I understand you have hang-ups, but two things. I'm not paying the price for some other asshole's fuckups, and I'm not letting you waste any more time on that shit.

That shit you had going on, hiding yourself away from life, hiding behind the boys, that died when you met me."

"This is crazy Brett, how do you expect me to feel about this? This is too much, you're too much..."

"Yeah well next time be careful whose dog your kids choose to fuck with. You got me and you're stuck. You got two weeks starting now, look at your watch, look at it."

She looked down at her wrist no doubt humoring the crazy man in her living room.

“Two weeks to the fucking hour I'm inside you." I pulled her up from the couch and kissed the fuck out of her with my hands on her tight ass, pressing my cock into her.

She groaned and I almost came, fuck. "Fuck if I'm giving that up." I let her go and headed for the door. I'd said all there was to say, let her work that shit out in her head. "Tell the boys I'll be by sometime tomorrow to see them."

I left before she could say anything else. I wanted to end the night on that note. With her looking mussed from my hands in her hair and her lips swollen from my kiss.

***

I wanted to call her as soon as I got in the house, but I refrained. I’d given her a lot to think about, and if I know my girl which believe it or not I think I do, she’ll be up all night worrying.

I wish I could spare her that. It can’t be easy trying to figure out what’s real and what’s not. Especially when there was so much at stake, so much responsibility on those little shoulders.

I can’t believe I was getting this excited about taking on a readymade family. There was no hesitance in me at all, no doubt, no fear. Well not on my part anyway.

I tried to put myself in her shoes, tried to imagine what arguments she could have against us going for it, and all I could see was the time thing.

People put lots of stock in days and months and years. Not to mention the fact that we didn’t exactly meet under friendly terms.