Brett's Little Headaches(31)

I covered her mouth and rocked into her slow and deep as her heart beat like a drum beneath mine as I emptied my nuts inside her for like the tenth time.

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LAURIE

My life has gone off the rails somewhere. This isn’t my life; it can’t be can it? Why should this happen to me? Something that I’m sure happens very rarely just doesn’t happen to people like me.

I watched him out the corner of my eye as he got out to help me out of the jeep. The boys were going crazy in the backseat and why not?

Brett had gone into their room just as they were about to get up and had spent a good part of the morning playing with them and the dog.

I was only just a little hurt when they chose him to help them get ready this morning instead of me. I guess if we were going to do this then I’d have to get use to sharing them.

It was amazing to watch them together, the way my boys just followed his lead, even the way they looked up at him as he spoke to them, like he’d hung the moon.

I still had that fear in my heart that something was gonna go wrong, it wasn’t as strong as just a few short days ago, but it was there all the same.

It just didn’t seem real that’s all. And my boys were already sucked into him. They didn’t even bat a lash when he told them they couldn’t watch a cartoon while they ate the breakfast he’d made.

He acted as though this was nothing, having us move in here after only three days of knowing each other.

And what does that say about me? Oh shit what did I do? What kind of person am I...”

“What are you doing baby?” His voice pulled me back from the brink but that new fear was now beating in my chest like bird’s wings.

“Nothing, just thinking about things.”

“Yeah well whatever you’re thinking cut that shit out. I can read your face and I don’t like what I see, if you tell me you need others to validate who and what I am I’m going to be so pissed.

Come on boys let’s get cleaned up.” He helped them down from their chairs and let them run loose.

I was as nervous as a new mother, watching their every move, afraid that they would break something. Brett on the other hand seemed completely relaxed.

I wish I could be as relaxed as he was, but our realities were completely different. He wasn’t the single mother of two who was barely making it, and stood to lose a hell of a lot if this thing went wrong.

But maybe I wasn’t being fair to him either. Perhaps it was like he said and he had a lot to lose as well, I just didn’t see it.

He’s young, handsome and loaded, what could he possibly have to lose? I tried to keep all these thoughts hidden from him since he seemed to be able to read my mind along with everything else.

He still seemed to know what I was thinking and I soon found myself trapped between him and the wall, while he sent the boys and the dog on some kind of scavenger hunt.

“I want to care about what the fuck is going on in your head, I really do, but if it’s going to fuck up what we have going on here, then you’re fucked.

Just do me a favor, whenever those doubts rear their head, just tell yourself you don’t have a choice, because you don’t. You let me have you babe and it was so fucking good I’d go out on a limb and say a man would kill for less.

There are some things in life that once you find them, you hold on with everything you’ve got, and let nothing and no one come between.

You are that one thing for me; good luck with fucking with that. Now let’s go, our boys are ready.”

When he says things like that, with his face set in those lines, I want to jump him and run screaming at the same time.

Of course the ladies at the daycare were all aflutter at his presence, and I saw women’s reaction to him for the first time. I didn’t like it. Again he seemed oblivious, but it helped that he kept one of his hands on me at all times.

Even while he was answering their questions he had his hand on my ass and it seemed so natural, I didn’t even think to object.

He raced back to the house after we were done, and I found myself hustled up the steps and my back up against the wall as soon as the door closed.

I always get a hitch in my breathing the first time he puts his hands on me and he looks at me like the words he says are for real.

I want so badly to reach out and take what he’s offering, but something was holding me back. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his mouth down to mine.

At least here I knew what to expect; pure pleasure if that was the word for it. I never knew one person could make another feel like this.

If he felt the things I felt when we touched then I could almost believe that he was for real.

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BRETT



We made it to the bed by feeling along the walls because I wasn’t about to release her mouth.