One Final Breath

by LK Collins

  “No…nothing. You…you look amazing.” She gives me a coy smile, then hands me a bag, and I finally lift my tongue off the ground and take the other things from her too.

  “Thanks,” she tells me and closes her trunk.

  “Of course. Was it hard to find?”

  “No, not at all.”

  “Good,” I kiss her forehead and then lead her inside. “After you.” Once we enter my home, I can hear the boys talking to each other through the radios, as if they are on a mission from opposite sides of the house

  “Are those yours, or did you get them for the boys?” she asks me.

  “A client gave them to me a while ago,” I tell her setting all the bags down. “But Jack found them today. I think one of them is coming home with you for Braxley.”

  She nods and gazes around my home curiously. I observe her, remembering what we did last night. The way she tasted against my tongue and let me come inside her.

  Fuck, the thought alone makes me hard.

  “Your house is very nice.”

  “What, you thought I lived in a trailer?” I tease her, and she rolls her eyes at me. “You want a tour?”

  “Sure.”

  Walking up to her, I grab her face first, not able to help myself, and tenderly rub my nose against hers before gently kissing her. Then we hear the boys getting closer and pull away from one another.

  Braxley runs by, and I ask her, “What did you tell him?”

  “Nothing, he didn’t ask.”

  I’m sure she’s right, but I still worry. “I don’t want to confuse him.”

  “Thane, he’s happiest when he’s around Jack. Let’s not complicate things in their six-year-old minds.”

  “Okay then, I’ll do my damnedest to keep my hands off of you, at least until they are asleep.”

  She runs her fingers through her long hair, causing my cock to throb, and then I lead her around my home, even though it’s harder than I thought it would be to not lock her in a room every chance I get. As we finish up our tour, she spots the painting she did on my bedroom wall.

  “You hung it up?”

  “Of course I did. It’s the last thing I look at before bed, and the first thing I see when I wake up.”

  She sits on my bed, and I can’t help myself from closing and locking my door.

  What? I tried.

  “Just two minutes is all I need,” I tell her, pressing her hard into my mattress before she can respond. She lies beneath me, the same way she did last night, so sexy and willing. With my cock now fully hard, I grind it into her, remembering how tight her pussy is. She kisses me passionately, and as I kiss her back, grinding myself against her again and again, holding both of her hands high above her head, I’d love to fuck her just like this. But I can’t right now—we have to stop.

  “Stay the night with me?” I ask her, and she blinks a few times. I kiss her throat, moving down between her breasts, noticing that she doesn’t have her necklace on today, and it makes me want her even more. “Please?” I ask again, practically begging her, and she says to me, “What about the boys?”

  “They don’t need to know you’re here.”

  God, I hope she’ll stay, but before she can answer, Jack knocks on my door. “Daddy?” he calls out, and I kiss her one last time. Then adjust myself as I open the door.

  “What’s up, buddy?”

  “Why’s the door locked?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, was it locked?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’m sorry, what’s up?”

  “Is Braxley in here? I can’t find him anywhere.” I glance at Faye who is now standing beside me, and we both begin to panic.

  Do not let him be in here.

  “I don’t think so. Did you push the call button on the radio to see if you can hear his ringing?”

  He shakes his little head, his blue eyes looking at me curiously, and as I press the call button, I hold my breath. But none of us hears a thing. “He’s not in here. Where did you look for him?”

  “Everywhere.”

  “Keep pressing this and go all around the house. You’ll find him.”

  He walks off to locate his friend, and I let out a breath of air that I feel like I’ve been holding since he knocked.

  “That was so close,” I tell her.

  “Are you sure he’s not in here?

  “I don’t think so.” I crouch down and look under my bed as Faye looks in the bathroom. I check my closet as well, and she shrugs her shoulders. Then both boys go running by my room, and I need a fucking drink.

  Chapter 17

  Thane

  As the credits roll down on the TV screen, the boys are passed out between us on the couch. “They were just awake,” I tell Faye.

  “I know, and I thought I was the one who would fall asleep.”

  She chuckles, and we get off the couch, “Should we leave them here?” she asks me.

  “Yeah, why not.” The seats are reclined, and they both look so comfortable. Taking her wine glass and my beer I head upstairs, but glance back to see Faye covering them all the way up with their blankets.

  Once I enter the kitchen, she’s not far behind, and I hope that she’ll stay the night with me. She never answered me earlier, but by the looks, she’s been giving me all night she wants to.

  “I should get going.”

  “Yeah?” I ask, her words hurting my ego.

  “Yeah.”

  “What would it take for me to buy another hour of your time?” I stalk towards her, and she says, “I’m not a hooker.”

  “I know,” I tell her and kiss her cheek, then the outside of her mouth, then her lips, while my hands grip her hips holding her in place. She’s not leaving; I don’t care what she says, I need to have her in my bed tonight—all night long.

  “You’re making it extremely hard for me to leave.”

  “Then don’t go,” I tell her and make a bold move, sliding my hand inside her pants and touching her the way her body is begging me to. She throws her head back, not stopping me, and instead pushes back against my hand letting me rub her clit, hard and fast until she’s whimpering. Then I slow and ask her again, “Please stay?” Her body is telling me one thing, as I feel her pussy flexing against my fingers, but her eyes are telling me another. “I’m not above begging, Faye. I’ll get down on my knees if you want me to. I’m dead serious, I will.” But before I stoop to that level she says, “I’ll stay as long as I can. But I don’t know if it’ll be all night.”

  “Deal!” I exclaim and swoop her feet off the ground, carrying her to my bedroom. “Lock the door,” I tell her, closing it with my foot because I don’t want to set her down yet. She reaches down and turns the lock. The simple sound is my open invitation to do anything I want to her.

  After getting past what we did last night in her home, I know this will be different. I’m not gonna worry like I did last night.

  I don’t plan on sleeping, in fact, all I want to do is please her until the sun comes up. I toss her on my bed, not beating around the bush, making my desires very clear as I strip completely naked in the low light.

  She watches my every move, her eyes consuming me. And as excited as I am, I remind myself to stay in the moment, ‘cause once I start, I won’t be able to slow or stop.

  Kneeling next to her, I grab the hem of her shirt. She sits up for me, letting me remove it, and as I unclasp her bra, she grabs my dick. I grunt the feeling of her hand on me is so incredible. My balls swell as she jerks me, and I stop what I was doing, letting her do what she pleases. “Lie down,” she tells me, and I’m hesitant because I want to make sure I keep her satisfied.

  But…she doesn’t give me a choice and pushes me backward. “Take your pants off,” I tell her, and right away she listens. My eyes zone in on her pussy and it’s so hard to not pin her down and slide inside her.

  We are both naked, in my bed and…then it happens. She swirls her tongue around the head of my shaft and very slowly, sinks all the way do
wn.

  Motherfucker!

  Her lips are pressed tight against me. I hold her hair out of the way, so I can see what she’s doing, and if I’m being honest, it all feels like a dream, a dream come true.

  She’s kneeling next to me; her body is so exposed and vulnerable. Fuck, I want to touch her, I want inside her again. Letting go of her hair as she sucks me faster, I reach over and pinch her nipple. She pushes it into my palm and I…I start bucking my hips, fucking her mouth.

  My balls tighten, and I fight my orgasm, so caught off guard by its sudden presence. Teetering on the edge, I finally tell her, “Stop!”

  But she doesn’t listen. Looking at her she has a devilish grin across her face, still sucking me. She knows just what she is doing to me and is leaving me with no other choice. Sitting up, I pull her back, and she’s panting, her mouth gaping open.

  Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

  “Why did you stop me?”

  “I don’t want to come yet,” I tell her.

  “I wanted it.”

  “I’m sure you did.” I flip her over, laying her flat on her back and drenching her body with kisses, giving myself a minute to cool down. Her skin is so soft, and as I kiss her, she lies there motionless, making me worry something is wrong, something is bothering her. “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I’m perfect.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes!” she reassures me, and I go back to kissing her, working my way all over her body. As soon as I’ve got her front covered, I flip her to her stomach and begin on her backside. Her skin gets goose bumps, and once I reach her ass, I know what I want. Gently I bring her up to her knees. Her back is arched up so sexy like this.

  And my cock drips a little cum demanding to be inside her. Spreading her pussy open with one hand, I grip my shaft in the other. Our wetness smears together as one as I slide inside the paradise that is her cunt.

  Her pussy molds around me, holding on to my dick firmly, and I begin to move, savoring every second that I’m inside her.

  Glancing down, I watch myself moving in and out. Each time I pull out ‘til I can see the head of my shaft. Then I glide back in, and she moans, clenching my cock, pulling me back inside her.

  “Fuck, Faye,” I groan as she arches her back and I realize that my fingers are digging into her ass cheeks.

  “Yes, like that,” she whispers, her words faint, but I’m so tuned into everything about her that I hear them all. Then she says something that I’m not sure I heard right, so I have to repeat it to be sure. “Harder?” I ask her, and she nods, backing her ass up to me.

  I pick up speed, gripping her now by the hips as I pull her back onto me each time I slam into her.

  “Like this?” I ask moving quickly in and out.

  “Uh huh,” she responds, and the intensity ignites my orgasm.

  Fuck!

  I look up at the ceiling, trying to not let go. Not yet, this is too good; I don’t want it to end. “Harder!” she demands, and I push her flat on the bed, propping myself up with one hand and resting the other against her back.

  Pleasure radiates from her into me. I can feel it enter through my fingertips and I let go, blowing hard—coming inside her.

  My cum shoots into her like a rocket, causing me to pound her hard and relish my release. She quivers beneath me, then thrashes, screaming into the comforter as I slam her good, working out our orgasms together. Mine is so intense that I might’ve come a second time and not even realized it.

  Her orgasmic moans are like music to my ears, and as we both settle, I kiss her back, her salty and sweat-drenched back makes me want her again. But my heart is pounding so hard, that I just need a moment, just a second to recover. Lying down on her, I roll us both to our right sides and hold her body tightly against mine. My hard cock still fills her pussy, and I know with her in my bed, there’s not a chance in the world I’ll go soft.

  My lips find her neck, and as she reaches back holding on to me, she sobs a little. Worry consumes me, and I pull out of her, looking into her eyes. Right away, I know something is terribly wrong.

  Chapter 18

  Faye

  “What did I do?” Thane, asks me. But the pain is so great, and so sudden I don’t know how to respond to him. Plus, the truth is he didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me; I did something wrong—I fucked up. “Please talk to me, Faye,” he begs me, his eyes are scared, pleading with me to let him in. But how do I when I feel like this?

  “Did I go too hard?”

  “No.” I shake my head and his face changes, worried even more. “It’s not you; it’s me.”

  “Oh my God, you were amazing. You are amazing.”

  I do my best to stay strong, to not let him see me upset or weak, but tears burst from my eyes. I get up searching the room for my clothes. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I can’t do this.

  “What are you doing?” he demands an answer, standing in front of me stark naked.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “Why the hell not? We’re perfect together.”

  With my t-shirt in my hand, I grip onto it hard, so scared for what the future holds feeling this way, and I tell him, “Because when I’m with you, especially like this, I forget about Ben.” The waterworks flow, I’ve lost the battle, and yank my shirt over my head, searching for my pants, ignoring him as he follows me closely.

  “Would you please stop?” But I can’t listen. I need to be alone. He grabs my arms pulling me back into him, and I fight to be free.

  “Faye, please, let’s talk about this.”

  Whipping my head towards his, a powerful surge of remorse rocks through me.

  I can’t! I can’t!

  “What is there to talk about? I’m not ready to let Ben go!” I scream.

  “You don’t have to let him go, Faye. He’ll always be in your heart.”

  Pulling my pants on, I feel myself spinning and spiraling out of control. And as I look at Thane, the fear is evident across his face. “Not when I’m with you, he’s not.”

  And I try to leave the room, but he stops me, blocking the door. “That means you’re healing, Faye.”

  “It doesn’t mean shit except I’m betraying him, don’t you see that? I can’t sleep with you and give into the pleasure that my body wants with mine and Ben’s son right downstairs. He could’ve been hiding in here, Thane, and seen us making out. Did you ever stop to think what that would have done to him? He’s only six; he doesn’t know anything is going on between us. But if he was old enough to know, he’d hate me. Just the same way that Ben would.”

  “That’s not true, and you know it, Faye.”

  “Yes, it is. Now please let me go, I need space.”

  He drops to his knees, naked, broken, and hurt, as he says to me, “Faye, I’m begging you to stay. Please!”

  I reach for the door handle, and he grabs my arm, yanking me down into his lap. I fall gracefully, my heart breaking more and more with every inch closer I get to Thane. With his arms shrouded around me, I weep, wallowing in my own agony and despair.

  Thane holds me tightly, a stray tear from him lands on my jeans. I don’t want him to hurt. But I need space. I need time. “I’m sorry,” I tell him, getting off his lap, leaving him in his room. Each step I get further away from him breaks my heart, but the pain is nothing compared to the betrayal I feel.

  ***

  “When I’m with Thane the way we were last night, nothing else seems to matter except for me and him. All of my pain diminishes, and my worries wash away. Which I thought I would be grateful for. But dammit, Ben, I don’t want the pain to go away, it reminds me of you, and I fucking miss you!” I wail into the nothingness as I fall forward, sobbing on my husband’s grave.

  The only thing connecting us are the blades of grass. I grip them, tearing them from the ground, and it only makes me cry harder.

  The back and forth inside my head is exhausting. As I sit here searching for answers, I just want to know
that everything is going to be okay, the way it used to be. But that’s not my life anymore. Nothing will ever be the same, not without Ben.

  I’d hoped after over a year of grieving; I was learning how to go on…especially when I met Thane. But I’m not ready…and I don’t know how to be.

  Chapter 19

  Thane

  “Come on, buddy, we gotta get going to school,” I tell Jack, doing my best to pretend that nothing is bothering me. That I’m okay with everything, even though inside my chest is a huge gaping hole as I’m trying to learn how to be without Faye. Even though what we had wasn’t long, it was still the best.

  “Can I take Braxley’s walkie-talkie to school today and give it to him?”

  “I don’t think Mrs. Leeper would like that.”

  “Come on, I miss him, Daddy.”

  “I know you do, bud, but you’ll get to see him all day today.”

  “It’s not the same,” he grumbles and hops off the stool at the breakfast bar, walking into the garage, upset. I hate that what Faye and I are going through is affecting him. Grabbing his backpack, I take the walkie-talkie with me, I’ve gotta do something. I can’t have him upset, like this.

  As I follow Jack, he’s already strapped up in the car and even at six years old, I can tell he’s pissed at me.

  I show him the walkie-talkie, and he grins from ear to ear. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Of course. I’m not gonna let you take it into school, though,” I tell him as I back out of my driveway. “I’ll take it to Faye, and if she’s okay with him having it, then you guys can talk.”

  “Why wouldn’t she be?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I just want to make sure. She’s his mom.”

  He looks out his window on the drive, and I keep glancing at him through the rearview mirror. If only I could be six again.

  After we make the short trip to his school, I pull into the lot and even after a week, I still find myself looking for Faye. She must be dropping Braxley off really early because I haven’t seen her.

  “All right, buddy, we’re here,” I tell Jack and he unstraps, then gets out, and I help him with his backpack.