Love's Suicide(105)

He entered me again, this time pressing my naked breasts against the tiny framed out plastic windows. They immediately started to fog where my hot, sweaty skin made contact. My nipples slid up and down with each one of his thrusts. I cried out again, getting off on knowing that at any second that neighbor could see everything I owned.

Brooks reached around and held onto my nipple, pinching it. I put my forehead against the plastic and closed my eyes, feeling him going in and out. His body continued smacking against my ass with each thrust, creating a loud sound each time. I felt him biting on my shoulder and dragging his teeth over my skin. My nipples tingled and a hot fire ignited between my legs. My natural muscles tightened and he could feel it too. “That’s it, Kat. Smother me with that pussy.”

I screamed, so loud that I knew if that mower wasn’t running, I would have had an audience. Brooks went into a spasm like bout of movement. He cried out and then held me still. I let my hand fall down to my sides while his lips left tiny kisses on the back of my neck. Our skin was soaked in sweat and it glistened on his chest when I turned around to face him. His dog tags were stuck against it sideways and I pulled them away, allowing them to hang loose.

He found my lips and shoved his against them rather forcefully. Then he picked me up and just as quick as he turned me around, he was filling me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his neck. We were going at it like wild animals, sweating off years of regret. Our sex was incredible and being with him made everything else that was bad in my life just disappear.

Finally, when he could barely stand up straight, he let me down. His head fell into my neck and I ran my hand through his soaked hair. “God, I love you.”

I closed my eyes as the words repeated in my mind. “I love you, too.”



Chapter 45

Our week home just kept getting better, at least until Friday, when we had to bury the hatchet with Branch and Melissa. Brooks was so happy between having me back, and falling in love with his daughter, that nothing could get him down. From what I could tell, he was practically dying to let Branch meet Brooklyn. For me, it was more in spite. After everything I’d learned about him trying to keep us apart, I wanted Branch to reap in the relationship that Brooks and I had found. No matter how long we’d been apart, he’d failed at what he’d set out to do.

Then there was the fact that he’d known he couldn’t ever have children and had neglected to tell me. I wanted to grab his balls and pull them off of his body.

Brooks noticed how anxious I was about ten minutes before they showed up. We’d been so busy, catching up, falling more in love, and being parents that Branch wasn’t a priority. My other big concern was seeing Melissa. I’d trusted her and wanted to know when she fell in love with Branch. I wasn’t jealous. I could have cared less who Branch ended up with, but I still felt betrayed. She’d hit on Brooks and even planned to sleep with him. Being that he and Branch were identical, I wondered how long she’d wanted him too.

“Kat, how long are you going to sit there? That bathing suit isn’t going to put itself on, and if I have to stare at you in that towel for much longer, we’re going to have a bigger and much harder problem.” He pointed to his genitals as he walked over and kissed my head. “Look, I know you’re nervous. It’s one night and then they’ll be gone.”

“Am I allowed to hurt him?”

He laughed, while grabbing the top to my two-piece and started putting it on me. “For the sake of my parents, let’s try to be on our best behavior. When they go to leave tomorrow, you can run out and do whatever you want to both of them. I’ll cover you.”

I gave him a serious, but amused look. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. In one week you’ve changed my whole life. How is this even possible?”

He adjusted the cups and put both hands on either of my shoulders. “You weren’t the only one who was miserable. If you’d seen the things that I’ve seen, you wouldn’t want to live in the past either. Kat, we have a daughter now. I’m trying not to lose my man-card here, but I want us to work. When we go home, we’re together. We’ll have a lot to deal with, but we’ll do it as a team. People aren’t going to understand. They’re not going to like that you’re kicking your husband out and moving me in, but that’s exactly what’s going to happen. I’m not letting either of you out of my sight. The moment he laid a hand on you was when I lost respect for him. My daughter will not go anywhere near him and he can thank himself for that.”