Page 67 of Restored Dreams

“You know, I’ll always answer that call from you,” he says, his voice lowering to a deep rumble before he exhales with a heavy breath over my hot core. The rhythm beating there is faster than my heart.

“A booty call,” I whimper. I don’t want to be a booty call to Brut, but right now, I’ll be anything he needs. I’m so desperate for his mouth.

“You’ll never be a booty call to me, Lily pad. Never.” His mouth covers wet cotton, and he exhales again, increasing the warmth down below. “Let me satisfy your hunger, Momma.”

My eyes roll back at the sound of him calling me the title, and then my back arches as he kisses me over the cotton. He tugs the material to the side, and his tongue swipes over me. I moan, my knees coming upward to brace on either side of his head. I don’t miss that one of his hands remains on my belly as his tongue pays me attention.

A strange thought occurs to me, and I say, “One day, you’re not going to be able to get on top of me because I’m going to get so fat.”

Brut pulls his mouth back and peers up at me. “Let’s practice then. Climb on top.”

Of all the ways Brut and I have been together, me over him has not been one of them yet. He flips to his back next to me, and I move to straddle him.

“Wait.” He places a hand on my hip. “Your legs.”

“Just lay back,” I demand, pressing on his shoulders to force him down. My body is going into overdrive. I’m willing to kneel on glass again just to get him inside me. In fact, if I don’t get his dick, I’m going to combust. Slipping off the bed, I whip off Brut’s tee and pull down my underwear. Brut perches up on his elbows to watch the hasty show but then falls back, staring up at the ceiling.

“My God, you are so beautiful, Lily pad.” His head pops back up. I barely have a bump, but lima bean is in there, between us, joining Brut and I forever together. I crawl over his calves and reach for his jeans, tugging forcefully to remove the clothing. I’m a woman on a desperate mission, and I groan at the effort.

“I love your noises,” Brut mutters, sitting up to help me by tugging off his tee. Falling to his back again, he meets my eyes again. “Are you sure about your legs?”

“I’ve got it.” I grasp his swollen shaft in my hand and tug, reinforcing I’m about to have my way with this man’s body. I’m possessed, ripples dancing on my skin with excitement, but I can’t stop myself. It’s as if my brain is on a mission—Must. Have. Him.

I lower for a swift lick up his smooth, hardened skin and then open my lips for a deep suck.

“Sugar,” Brut hisses, digging his hands into my hair. It’s only a tease, moistening him. I release him with a pop and crawl to squat over him. My feet lay flat on either side of his hips, and I lower in one quick thrust.

“Fuck,” Brut grunts.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask concerned at my aggressive, needy behavior.

“Hell no,” he mutters, gripping my hips. I remain still only a moment before I move, literally bouncing up and down in my frog-like position. I lift only to slam down, swallowing him whole, feeling him tap an undiscovered slice of heaven inside me. So sweet, so ripe, so ready to come undone.

“Brut,” I choke on his name as I swallow the lump in my throat. I’m not going to last long, filling myself with him, feeling the intense friction in just the right place. But it’s also my heart, so full with relief Brut isn’t upset, that he’s touching me, that we’re like this again. His thumb comes between us. Three sharp rubs and I’m done. I bite my lip to keep from screaming his name. I have no idea if Chopper is home, and the thought comes too late.

“Don’t you dare keep those noises to yourself. Scream,” he commands, and I do as my body unwinds. Almost instantly, I feel the tightening again as his thumb continues to stroke me and my legs continue to power thrust over him.

“I’m going to go again. Brut. Again.” I’m huffing in total surprise that I’m going to come a second time so soon. I continue to bounce, my body no longer under my control. With his thumb on the nub and his dick tapping the sweet spot, I unravel. This time, I slam down on him to catch my breath as my body clenches, drinking him in. My head falls back like I’m ready to howl at the moon even though it’s roughly midmorning.

Brut bucks upward and jolts within, the jetting of his seed which has already impregnated me filling me. I still as I ride out his wave, our breaths mixing in heavy pants. I notice I’ve clawed at his chest and soften my fingers on his red skin. His skin is so smooth, uninked, and tan. I lean down to briefly kiss the marks I’ve made.

“I’m sorry,” I quietly say, and Brut lifts his head to peer at his chest.

“You can mark me anyway you want,” he says, his voice thick and struggling from the exertion of what we just did.

“You need a tattoo,” I say although I have no idea if that’s something he’d consider. His hand instantly comes to my hip, palm flattening over the large cupcake tattoo coloring my skin.

“I know just what I’d get,” he teases, squeezing me, and I respond with a laugh, thinking how sweet it would be if he had markings to match mine.

36

The right thing said the wrong way

[Brut]

After our sex-a-thon—Lily is practically a nymphomaniac—she decides she needs a shower although she’s worried the water will sting. I suggest a bath and get up to run one for her. I need a moment anyway. The morning has been a whirlwind. Lily in my bed, in my house, announcing her pregnancy. I’m happy. I mean, I know I’ll be happy, but I’m just still in a state of…stunned. I’m forty-five. Can I start over again? Can I do it right this time? Will it be different?

These thoughts fill my mind as I fill the tub. One big difference this time around is Lily. I won’t let her go, and we’ll do this together. I’ll be her partner, and I think it will make all the difference. In hindsight, I had no issues raising Chopper alone. I had support, but I still would have liked a partner. I would have liked him to have a mother. Not Lauren, but someone female to be maternal for him. I recall how hard the past few months have been, opening up the wounds of not having a mom who cared for him. Lily will never be like her sister.