Yeah, I do feel like I’m more mature than most people my age, but that doesn’t count for squat in the real world. And this is definitely the real world.
I’m not in Kansas anymore, as the saying goes.
I see now why he gave me the chance to leave right away when I first got here. Why he opened up and just put it all on the table so I could evaluate and make my own decision.
But now that I see it with my own eyes it’s different.
But what will never be different is how I feel about him.
And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be with him…forever.
Chapter Ten
Aubrey
I spent the next two hours holding Delilah. I couldn’t stop looking into her eyes. She is just so beautiful and so peaceful.
With Douggie sleeping at my feet.
My life has become a fairy tale and I don’t want to wake up.
Delilah is now fast asleep in her crib and I let Douggie outside so he could sleep on the concrete just outside the sliding door. He must like the cool surface.
And another hour passes when suddenly I hear the sound of the fire truck breaking out front and boots on the ground.
Before I can even get to the door it’s opening, and I see the fire engine pull away from the curb.
How amazing is it to live with a man who gets dropped off by a fire truck? That’s not something most people can say.
And no man can hold a candle to him.
“Hey,” he says. He sounds exhausted but he looks absolutely incredible…exactly like the hero he is.
“Hey,” I say. “How are you holding up?”
“It was a tough one, but we got everybody out in time. No injuries. No one even needed to go to the hospital. That’s the kind of feeling you live for.”
He sets his helmet down on the table and starts taking off the heavy uniform.
His face tightens, almost like a wince, but he quickly relaxes his facial muscles when he sees I’m looking.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” he says, continuing to take off his clothes. “You’re not offended are you? I just need to get out of this uniform.”
Am I offended? At what? The chance to ogle your absolutely perfect body?
“No, not at all,” I say. Thinking if he gets down to his underwear again I might not be able to resist.
I help him with his things, setting them down on the floor and just a couple minutes later he is indeed in his underwear.
His body has some soot smeared on it. How it got under his suit I have no idea, but the look of him is definitely starting a fire of its own. A fire in my panties.
He really does look like a hero. A modern day warrior. A savior.
And he is the twenty-first century’s version of all three.
Saving lives and battling blazes. How times do change, yet how they stay the same.
And he needs to take a shower and change out of his underwear, but he just stands there…looking at me.
I’m in front of him after helping him with his uniform.
Neither of us says a word.
I look at his body and see scratches and scrapes in addition to the soot. I reach for his abdominals, wanting to nurture him back to health, but my touch isn’t a clinical one. Not at all.
My fingers gently touch his body and I can’t help but run them down the grooves of his rock hard stomach.
I feel his finger underneath my chin and he lifts my head gently before leaning in and kissing me softly.
This big, rugged, strong man with the tender lips. But they’re not tender for long and I know this time nothing’s going to stop us from doing what we almost did last night.
Chapter Eleven
Bryson
I never had a chance.
Once I stepped through that door and saw her there I knew what was going to happen. Not a single doubt in my mind.
My testosterone was running high from saving those lives.
And her hormones were also running wild. I could see by the way she looked at me in my uniform. And that look only intensified as each piece was removed and placed on the floor.
My cock springs to life and I’m ready to go, but I want to enjoy this first…if I can control myself.
I feel her hand come up and she takes as much of me as she can in her grasp.
Control is completely out the window now.
She bends her knees and springs upward. My hands wrap around her waist as I catch her in midair. She wraps her legs around my waist as our faces devour each others.
I frantically grab for the bottom of her tiny T and she lifts her hands up, allowing me to yank it up and over her head.
Her breasts rise and then fall bouncing right in front of my eyes. No bra.
God she is beautiful and her body is absolute perfection.
I grab her left breast with my right hand and my mouth comes down hard on her nipple. I feel her back arch as she presses her chest into me, trying to will her entire breast into my mouth, but there’s no way it could all fit…not that I don’t want it to.
I feel her fingers claw at my back and a whimper escapes from her lips and my ears detect it immediately. All my senses are on high alert and anything my mind can conceive as a mating call only makes me harder, hungrier, and more hurried.
Her hands grasp my chest and then one slides down the length of my torso before she wedges it in between where our skin is making contact. She’s searching for my dick and she doesn’t have to look to hard. It’s pointing straight up, the head and part of the top of my shaft has broken free of my underwear. No way my Calvin’s can contain a full ten inches of my thickness.
Her touch causes my dick to twitch and she releases my cock grabbing at the sides of my underwear tugging it in a downward motion as I continue devouring her breast.
I bend at the waist and take my underwear in one hand, pulling it off and stepping out of it, while my other hands cups her ass.
I could come right now if I wanted to, but I won’t. I need to be inside her.
My hand that’s cupping her ass grips ahold of her cotton panties yanking them in a downward motion. I hear the fabric rip and pull again causing it to completely break away. I toss them to the side as her hips thrust forward bringing her wet pussy in direct contact with the area just above my dick.
I can feel her lips on my skin. “Fuuuuck!” I moan.
She whimpers.
I reach for my dick and line it up with her opening. She lowers herself down immediately and every care in the world disappears as I feel her from the inside for the first time.
She whimpers again and our bodies still. The feeling of her walls tightening around my dick is the greatest physical feeling in the world. And now it’s time to connect on a whole nother level.
I grab her hips and move her body up and down. I can feel her lower half tightening…trying to move me in and out of her as quickly as possible.
Both her hands grasp ahold of my back and her fingernails dig in even harder than before.
She presses her entire torso against mine.
I feel her clit as the head of my cock finds her G spot.
Every muscle in my body tenses and I literally flex my dick trying to get even a millimeter deeper inside her.
“Errrr,” she says through gritted teeth like an animal. “Uhhhh,” she breathes out hard.
“I’m going to…I’m coming!”
I feel her juices cover my cock and it sends me to the same place.
My balls pull up and my cock flexes back before exploding forward like a canon, unleashing every last bit of my baby making juice I have deep inside her.
My knees weaken immediately as my body puts everything it has into impregnating her.
I stumble towards the couch, laying her down on her back and mounting her.
I flex my ass hard sending my pelvis forward burying my dick deep inside her, as deep as humanly possible.
My cock continues to erupt
and I can’t get enough oxygen to my brain. I feel like I’m about to pass out, but if I did now it wouldn’t be passing out. It would be like dying and going to heaven. But being inside her means I’m already there.
I feel her body jerk and then still and after another wave of fluid shoots from me I collapse on top of her.
The night is cool, but we’re a hot sweaty mess on the couch.
“That was incredible,” she says.
“You’re incredible,” I say.
Our mouths immediately find each others and I roll onto my back.
She immediately starts riding my still hard cock.
After what just happened I can’t believe I’m still hard, but this is a new paradigm. When it comes to her it’s all about believing the unbelievable.
She’s unbelievable and because of her anything and everything is possible.
And that includes the life I always wanted, with her and only her.
The mental, the emotional, and the physical.
Everything.
The complete human experience with my one and only.
And now she’s mine. Mine and only mine.
I may have been on this earth for thirty-one years already, but it’s only now that I’ve started to actually live.
Because of her.
And now it’s time to make up for all that lost time.
From here on out we’re going to do everything together.
It’s what I want, and I know it’s what she wants too.
But first we’re not done fulfilling our first, and most primal want for each other.
“I’m coming again,” she says.
Unbelievable, I think to myself. But I don’t say it because I know. I remind myself.
Anything is possible, and believable, when the two of us come together.
Chapter Twelve
Aubrey
One month later
I put Delilah down for her nap, wheeling her mobile crib out into the backyard under a tree.
I set the timer on my phone for twenty minutes. I want to even out my tan today and twenty minutes on each side should be more than enough.
Bryson’s latest forty-eight hour shift ended at noon. I had lunch waiting for him when he arrived home and after a little enjoyable time together talking over a coffee after we finished eating he just had to lie down for a few hours. The guys at the station drink so much coffee it barely has an effect on them anymore. We joke about getting him an IV, but I think even that wouldn’t work these days. Bryson can down two cups and fall straight to sleep.
I hear the shower water turn off and I know he’s about ready to start his nap.
I reach around and remove my bikini top and then slide out of my bottoms. I’m not sure why, but I still feel naughty sunbathing nude. It’s not like anyone can see me, but still.
I put a towel over my face and lie on my back, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun on my body. Does it ever feel good.
I hear some shuffling inside the house, but pay it no mind. With Delilah asleep and Douggie soon to be asleep at the side of the bed next to Bryson it’s my peaceful time in the afternoon.
I might even catch just a bit of sleep. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Chapter Thirteen
Bryson
I finish toweling off and just as I’m about to jump into bed I hear the doorbell.
The doorbell? Who in the world drops by unannounced these days? I thought door-to-door salesmen were a thing of the past.
Aubrey’s outside getting some sun so she probably won’t hear it.
I slide into my shorts and head towards the door. I’m not going to put my dirty T-shirt back on, plus this will only take a minute.
I don’t even look through the peephole. I just pull open the door ready to dismiss this guy as quickly as I can so I can get some rest, but when the door opens halfway my mouth opens all the way.
As in hits the floor.
“Bryson!”
Adam is standing on my doorstep with a wheeled luggage next to him.
“Adam? Hey man!” I try and change my tone as quickly as I can. And my mind immediately starts going through the mental gymnastics of what incriminating clues might be lying around the house right now. And the numbers certainly do add up to a lot. “What are you doing here?”
“I flew in for a conference and I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, you were certainly successful in doing that.”
“Good to see you, buddy!”
“Good to see you too. And it is, but the timing is completely off, and timing is everything right now.”
“So I come in for the conference, but the hotel is completely overbooked. They don’t have anything. They sent me to a couple other places but it’s like the entire town is completely sold out. I hope it’s not too much trouble, but I was hoping…”
Oh hell no.
“Sure, man. Mi casa es su casa.”
“Thanks, man. Sorry to just drop in like this.”
“Are you kidding? No problem.”
“How’s everything going with Aubrey.”
“Great. She’s doing a wonderful job with Delilah.”
“Awesome. I knew it would be a good fit.”
Then the awkward pause.
“Is she around? I really want to surprise her.”
Oh, you’re going to surprise her all right. And I need to put a stop to that right now.
“Baby, who is it?” comes from the other room.
Adam looks at me strangely.
“The baby’s fine, Aubrey. She’s sleeping.”
I see Adam looking up and to the left as if he’s trying to piece together what he heard, and what I’m trying to make him think he heard.
I place my fingers to my lips and make a shhhh sound.
I quickly whisk him off to my bedroom and shut the door.
I turn around just in time to see Aubrey butt ass naked standing in the hallway!
I frantically motion with my hands for her to get back, moving toward her quickly and motioning to put on some clothes!
“What’s wrong?” she says.
I give her the same shhh motion and half a second later I’ve got her wrapped up in my arms and moved into the kitchen.
“Your brother. He’s here.”
“Very funny.”
“I’m not joking. He’s in my bedroom. He just showed up. He wants to surprise you. He could come out at any second.”
“Oh my god.”
Aubrey grabs for the sliding door, but just before she pulls it I grab her by the wrist.
“No! If he’s by the window he’ll be able to see you!”
I tiptoe, in my own house, to the laundry room and grab a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from above the washer. Thankfully we keep our extra clothes in there.
Before I’m even in the kitchen I toss them to Aubrey and she scurries to put them on.
Just as she slides up the shorts, no panties, the bedroom door comes flying open.
“Surprise!” Adam says. “I heard you two talking. What’s up, sis?”
My chest is heaving as is Aubrey’s.
“What’s going on?” Adam asks. “You two look…rattled.”
“It’s Delilah,” I say. “Something’s wrong.”
I take off through the sliding door and move towards the crib. I scoop her up and bounce her in my arms. “There. There.”
She starts crying because I woke her up so quickly.
I feel like a complete jerk. I can’t believe I just used my child to cover for myself. In my own house!
I have no problem telling Adam straight up what’s going on, but I haven’t talked to Aubrey about it yet. I don’t want to put her in an uncomfortable position, and we’re dangerously close to that already.
I can only imagine if word got out back home. In small towns word travels fast and rarely with grace and dignity, and often with damaging effects and as the story gets retold it only gets more aggressive, condescending, and rude.
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sp; Not good.
“Is she going to be okay?” Adam asks.
“Yeah, she’ll be fine. I just don’t like to hear her crying.” And it’s true. I don’t and she rarely does.
But right now she’s balling, Douggie is barking his brains out, Aubrey looks shocked, and Adam is the houseguest from hell. And he hasn’t done anything wrong, other than show up unannounced.
This is spiraling out of control quickly and I need to live up to the moniker of man of the house and get this ship righted.
Chapter Fourteen
Adam
I take a drag of my cigarette and stare into the night trying to figure out just what in the heck is going on.
Something is definitely off.
So the three of us go out for burgers after Bryson woke up, but Bryson didn’t eat as much as he normally does. The guy’s an animal at the dinner table. The way he works out plus his line of work requires it.
That and the conversation wasn’t there. We haven’t seen each other for months and for the first time since we met it was like we ran out of things to talk about. No way that’s normal.
And then we get home and put in a movie and it’s like three strangers sitting around the TV. Nobody’s guessing what’s going to happen next. Nobody’s eating the popcorn that’s on the table. And the movie is a weird choice, like it’s something that’s just noise to try and draw attention away from the awkwardness that’s going on.
And it’s even affecting me. I barely ever smoke, but I brought this pack along anyways. And this is my third cigarette and the packs finished. I only ever smoke when I’m anxious or feeling unsettled or nervous. I guess those are kind of all similar, but the feeling I’m getting now isn’t any of those three. I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Well, whatever’s up will present itself soon enough. I just need to be patient.
At first I thought something was going on between my best friend and my sister. It’s like all their stuff is pretty much mixed in together but I guess that makes sense since they live in the same house. It’s not that big, plus they don’t have time to be worrying about what goes where when they’re trying to raise a child together. I laughed off the idea almost as soon as I thought about it.
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