Brett's Little Headaches(33)

Along with that is the burning need inside me to tie you to me in every way possible. I don’t fully understand that either, I just know that you gave another man two kids, now you have to give me at least double that."

I think I shocked her into silence because she didn’t say anything for a long time. All she did was stare up at me as if she were trying to see into me.

"What if that's not what I want?" Oh boy, here we go. That question sounded like a challenge to me. Something else the little lady under me would have to understand and quickly, is that I won’t accept challenges from my woman.

"That's not my fucking problem, every time Laurie, every time I think of him touching you having you, getting you with child it fucking guts me."

This shit even sounded crazy coming out of my mouth, but I’d be fucked if I knew what the hell was going on with me.

"For crying out loud we were kids, it's not like we've been together or anything, he was gone long before the twins were born." She tried getting out from under me but I kept her pinned to the bed with my dick heavy inside her.

"None of that matters don't you understand? I have to wipe him out of your head, I won't be happy until that happens."

I think I tried to do that shit with my dick then, pounding it into her until she sunk her teeth into my chest to bring me back down.

"So what, you want me to get rid of my boys, give them up?" There was all that fire I’d seen that first day. She was pissed and maybe with good reason.

We grappled with each other until I wrestled her onto her stomach, lifted her to where I wanted her, and slammed into her hard from behind.

She bucked and dragged her nails down the mattress as I fucked into her hard while digging the nails of one hand in her hip, and pulling her head back roughly with the other.

"Don't be stupid, the boys are a part of you, he had no hand in raising them. I'm the only father they'll ever know, but you will give me two more just like them, then we'll start on the girls."

"You're insane."

She might be fucking right at that.





Chapter TWELVE




LAURIE



Holy crap he’s a barbarian, and not just because of the amount of bruises he left all over me, from his fingers digging into my hips, to the little marks he left all over my neck and breasts. But it was also the way he thinks.

And the things that comes out of his mouth. He’d bought a multi million dollar house one day after meeting us. Maybe that’s how things were done in his world, but they certainly weren’t the same in mine.

I know he loves the boys, I can see it in his every interaction with them. And they loved him too. There was no shy, hiding behind me, no shunning him the way they did everyone else until they got to know them.

With him it was no holds barred, all out belly laughs, and ‘Brett do this and Brett do that.’

Now he’s on this thing about Jonathan, a boy I hadn’t even given a second thought to since two a.m. feedings eons ago.

He was still pinning me to the bed from our last round of marathon sex. His face was buried in my neck but thankfully he was too tired to maul me again. I don’t even want to know what I looked like with all his little love nibbles.

“Am I squashing you love?” He was, but I liked the way it felt, like he was standing between me, and the rest of the world.

“No I’m good.”

“Then why do you sound like a strangled hen?” He started to move but I wrapped my legs around him, holding him inside.

“Feeling greedy are you?” He started moving inside me again; he’s like a machine.

I like the way he looks into my eyes as he moves, the way he holds my head still while he tells me that he loves me, and most of all I love the way those words make me feel.

If only he could get past this obsession he has with Jonathan, then I think we could maybe possibly have something.

That, and the fact that he seems to have one speed, warp.

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BRETT



I spent the rest of the day buried inside her until I was raw and she was sore. After licking the soreness away with my tongue, or giving it my best shot, I gave her a bath and then it was time to go get our boys.

“Brett look at me, I can’t go outside like this.” She was trying to cover up my marks of ownership that were on a couple spots on her neck and her cleavage.

“You stay here and I’ll go get them then.” I pulled on my jeans and zipped up. I could go for a nap, she’d drained the shit out of me.

“What about tomorrow and the next day? How long do these things last anyway?” she kept rubbing at them like they would go away.

“It doesn’t matter sweetheart, because as soon as those fade I’m giving you more.”