“You haven’t talked to her?” Silas asks. His response puts me slightly on edge.
“No, I was trying to…surprise her.” There’s that weird feeling again.
“She rescheduled.” That’s all he says.
“Why?” I ask a bit too harshly.
“She just needed to reschedule, man.” He’s talking to me as Dr. Scala right now, not my brother.Noted. I give him my sternest big brother look, but it doesn’t work on him anymore. He’s not Niko, or even Max, who I can still sway with a look and the knowledge that I sign their paychecks.
I nod my head and scoff lightly, “Alright, then.” That's all I can say, not sure if I’m more pissed off at Silas for freezing me out or Britain for not telling me. I turn around to head out the door, but before I can leave, Silas stops me.
“Wanna grab a beer tonight?”
“Ha!”Silas wants to grab a beer?Never thought I’d see the day Silas was asking me out for a drink. “Since when do you go out on a school night?” I attempt to rib him, but my tone is pissy, and it comes out mean.
“I don’t know, man, since we live in the same city for the first time in years, and you’re my brother?”Suspect.
“I’ve got plans, bud.” I try to adjust my tone to something less harsh, "Maybe next time.” I turn around to leave, but he calls out to me again.
“If your plans change, let me know!” I don’t respond, just heading straight out of the office. As I walk to my car, I get that weird feeling again. My gut twists with worry…and anger.
By the time I’ve rung the doorbell a third time, I really start to panic.Did something happen to her? To the baby?I’m just getting ready to call her again when she opens the door. The awful feelings coursing through me are alleviated the moment I see her. She must have been taking a shower. Her hair’s soaking wet, and all she’s wearing is a towel. But just the sight of her like this makes me semi-hard.
“Hi, come in. Sorry, was just in the shower.”
“I gathered,” I say as Britain ushers me through and over the threshold. As soon as she turns around from closing the door, I grab her around the waist and pull her into me.I need her so fucking bad.I drop my mouth to hers and she opens right up.
“Are we home alone?” I ask, releasing her mouth just long enough for me to ask and her to answer “Yes” before I’m all over her again. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I saw her at Colton’s a month and a half ago, but between the move, and Sandy, and the girls, there hasn’t been an opportunity…untilnow. I pick her up, moving her legs to wrap around me and head straight for the stairs.
I’m almost to the top when Britain laughs out, “Not even a hello? How are you? Just straight to bed?”Yeah. I don’t think she has any idea how badly I’ve been needing this. How I need to cement myself in her life. How I need to claim her as mine.
I lay her down on her bed and quickly slip off my shoes. Less than a second later I’m on top of her, nudging her legs open with my knee.
“I missed you, babe,” I say as I take her mouth. Slipping my hand behind her head, I stroke her cheek, as our mouths move to the rhythm we’ve created. The same way we used to. Never too slow and never too fast, just perfectly in sync with each other. It’s always been so easy with her.
I move my hand to her breast and push the top of the towel down, exposing her, allowing me to run my thumb over a nipple.And fuck, she looks and feels better than I remember, and when she moans after I increase the pressure, I can’t fucking wait. I rip the towel apart exposing all of her, and I freeze.
I lean back on bent knees to admire the sight of her laid out before me. “You’re so beautiful, Brit,” I whisper and her cheeks turn bright pink. She’s beautiful, always has been. But now, she’s looking…very pregnant. I go rock hard, surprising myself. I haven’t seen her naked since, well, it’s been a really long time.17 years, I think with regret. And the last couple of weeks she’s been wearing baggy sweatshirts and flowy sundresses, hidingthis. I run my hand over her bump, loving how it feels, how she looks round with the baby.
The sting of jealousy hits me right in the center of my chest. It should have been my baby in there. The feeling only fuels the need I have for her. I haven’t felt this kind of lust towards anyone since…her. I glide my hand over her abdomen again, unable to help myself.Fuck, maybe my kink is fucking pregnant women?
“Matthias…” Britain says quietly. I’m still staring at her body and rubbing my hands all over her because she has no idea how good she looks, or how unbelievably sexy she is, bump and all.Especiallywith the bump.God damn. I grab one of her full breasts in my hand, noticing how much fuller they are than they used to be. Time has been good to her, filling out her breasts and hips.
“So, so beautiful, Brit,” I say to her before I drop my mouth back down to hers. She tastes amazing, leaving me to imagine what she tastes like down there. I push up and away from her mouth and make my way down her body, dropping kisses on her chest, her breasts, and lastly, her belly, before I move to settle in between her legs.
“Matthias, stop.” Her tone is firm, the sound abrasive to my ears, leaving me feeling instantly scolded. “I’m sorry, I can’t,” she says more quietly this time. My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I tense up, feeling the back of my throat sting painfully.
I just nod my head, but I’m finding it hard to meet her eyes. “No. Uh, no, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”Not true, I was thinking I want to fuck away all the memories ofhim.I move off and away from her, sitting on the edge of the bed to put my shoes back on, feeling the heat of anger spread through me.It should have been me. It was supposed to be us. That’s supposed to be our baby.
“I’m sorry, Mats.”Mats. When she says it, it hurts, and I can’t help the sarcastic laugh that I let slip out. I used to love it when she’d call me that. Now I’m here feeling chastised and she calls me Mats like it’ll somehow soften the blow.
“Why did you reschedule your appointment?” I turn to look at her, and her eyes go wide with surprise. There’s a slight bark in my tone that I don’t try hard enough to hide.
“Did Silas call you?” She tilts her head slightly in confusion.
“No, I went to his office. I was expecting to see you there for your appointment.”
“Oh, you were coming to my appointment?”Yes, Britain.I try not to feel hurt by the sound of her surprise.
