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“Come here,” I said.
“No,” she said.
She fought me as I wrapped my arms around her, locking my wrists as she bucked against my chest, a weak and frivolous effort that proved to me how much sleep she wasn’t getting, and how much food she wasn’t eating. The strength was dwindling from her as she worried over Sydney and ran after Daniel and tended to me. I had left her to fend for herself. To take care of my son while I wallowed in my own self-pity. She beat her fists against my chest as I pulled her closer, her body slowly collapsing into mine.
“Please, make it stop,” she said, breathlessly. “Make it stop, Kevin.”
I stared blankly at the wall as I moved with her efforts. Her feet dug in and her body arched into me, but I strengthened my grasp on her. It was time for me to be there for her. To fight her the way she had fought me. I was shaking with the effort as her face fell into my chest, and her hands that fought me were suddenly clinging to my shirt.
Pulling me closer instead of pushing me away.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, between sobs. “This is all my fault.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I should have been with her. I shouldn’t have let Daniel get so far out from shore. I should have just gone home in the first place.”
“It isn’t your fault,” I whispered. “And I don’t want you to go.”
Her arms wrapped around my waist as I placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“I really don’t want you to go,” I said.
She wailed into my chest as her tears soaked my shirt. I backed myself into the kitchen counter before I picked her up in my arms. I turned around, setting her down on the edge as her hands crept around my neck. I held her steadily to my body, feeling her shake violently as her face slid to the crook of my neck. She was crying. Gasping for air. I stroked her back rhythmically, moving my hands up her shirt in a desperate attempt to try and get her to settle down.
To coax her through the pain she’d been choking down to keep Daniel and I moving forward.
I stroked her smooth skin as her hands tangled in the tendrils of my hair. I kissed the side of her cheek. The shell of her ear. The dip in her neck. Anything to settle her down and keep her from wailing. The sound was earth-shattering. Heartbreaking. Gut-wrenching. It made me sick to my stomach to listen to, and I couldn't take it any longer. Her grasp tightened around my neck as my lips peppered her skin, my hands digging into the tenderness of her back.
“What are we going to do?” Brooke whispered.
“The only thing we can do,” I said.
She lifted her eyes to mine as our noses nuzzled together.
Our eyes connected as my hands slipped down to her ass.
“Hope,” I said.
I crashed our lips together and her body arched into mine. I yanked her shirt over her head grabbed handfuls of her tits. My thumbs danced over her engorged peaks as my cock sprang to life, pressing against the thin material of my suit.
The suit I’d worn for four fucking days.
I bit at her neck as she stretched out on the kitchen island. I nibbled on her chest and drew her nipples into my mouth. I ripped her shorts off and fumbled with my pants, shoving them down my body. My cock was leaking. Dripping for her. Begging my body and my mind to forget the torrential storm raging in my brain. Veins pulsed in my groin and hairs stood on the back of my neck. I shoved my fingers into Brooke’s damp pussy and worked her clit with my thumb.
Worked her until she was bucking and writhing on the kitchen counter.
I stepped out of my pants and pulled my fingers from her body. I clambered up onto the counter and spread her legs with my hands. Throwing them over my shoulders, I gripped her hips, pulling her heated pussy close to my cock. I sheathed myself within her, watching my cock bury itself into her. Inch by inch. Push after push. Until our hips connected and her clit was exposed to my body.
I pushed her back and pulled her to my body, slamming my cock in and out of her. Our hips snapped together, and I watched her tits bounce as her fingernails dug into my thighs. The harder I fucked her, the deeper her nails sank into me.
I dropped down onto her body, folding her in half. Her hands clawed at my shirt, ripping it open as buttons flew around the kitchen. I nibbled on her lip and rolled deep into her warmth, her pussy drenching my skin. I bit down on her lip as she moaned. Her hands tugged at my hair and she pressed my face into her tits. I bit down into her skin, pulling patches of her salted tenderness into my mouth and suckled until she whimpered.
She called to me.
Hummed for me.
Begged for more as her pussy clamped
