Page 20 of Restored Dreams

“Give it to me,” I taunt, and he stills, jetting off inside me and filling me with his seed. His fingers dig into my hips as he pumps. I should be concerned. This is risky business even if I am over forty but getting pregnant is the furthest thing from my mind. Pure, unadulterated pleasure courses through my body, flooding my system. I collapse on the ottoman as Brut falls over me.

“Lily, I…” His breath catches, and I’m left to fill in the blanks and form my own words to follow his lead.

I never want to live without you.

I only ever want it to be you.

I’ve always loved you.

I’m projecting my own thoughts onto him as he takes deep breaths behind me. Exhausted from the exertion, he rests a few minutes, still inside me, and I find I’m up for the challenge he presented earlier. I never want to move from this position.

15

Fun and games and dancing in the rain

[Brut]

I slip out of her and use the blanket to wipe up the mess. I came more than I ever have before, and combined with her soaked pussy, we’ve made a huge mess.

“Don’t move,” I say, and she whimpers as if moving is the last thing she wants to do. I worry I’ve hurt her with my roughness, but the smile on her face alleviates my concern. Kissing her cheek, I stand for another blanket on the arm of the overstuffed chair. Returning, I scoop her up and drag her to the couch, laying us both on our sides to spoon under the light cover. We remain naked, and while I’m spent, my body enjoys the heat of her skin.

“Sleepy?” I ask, but I know she is. However, I’m wound up. The orgasm should have taken everything out of me, but my body won’t settle. I wrap my arms around Lily and hold her tightly against me. Words form phrases, and I will her to read them, like osmosis, as I press my forehead to the back of her head.

I never want to let you go.

Promise you won’t leave me.

I love you, Lily. Always have.

“I can hear you thinking,” she teases, and I start at the possibility. When I chuckle, she adds, “I like your laugh.”

The compliment warms my cheeks. I’m not used to receiving them, and I press a kiss to her nape in response. Her fingers tickle up and down my forearm, and I find the touch soothing, relaxing even.

“My mother used to do this when I couldn’t sleep.” It takes me a second to process she means the light touch.

“You haven’t mentioned your parents. How are they?” I ask. I remember her not having a great relationship with them, and I’m surprised at this seemingly pleasant memory.

“I don’t have much to say.” Her voice remains soft. “They moved to Texas. We don’t talk. We weren’t really your typical family.”

“Whose family is?” I chuckle lightly. “I had Pop, Hank, and Chopper. A clan of men, one more stubborn than the next.”

“I heard about your dad. I’m sorry.” Pop died when Chopper was five, leaving me under thirty, a single father, and a businessowner. I wasn’t any more ahead at forty-five than I’d been at twenty-four when Chopper arrived. I exhale with the thought.

“I really wish I knew your sounds,” Lily mocks, and I nip at her neck. She squeaks and then asks, “What was that for?”

“Being a smartass.”

“I think you like my ass.” Her playful voice makes me grin. To emphasize her point, she pushes said ass back at me.

“I do, especially when it’s aimed at me, but behave.”

“You’re no fun,” she jokes, but the comment strikes a chord.

“Am I…no fun?” Lily twists at the seriousness in my question. I don’t let her fully spin, so she looks at me over her shoulder.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Hank and Midge sent me on this vacation to have fun, and Midge asked me if I remembered how to have it…as if I didn’t have fun anymore.”