Slow Burn (The Burn Series Book 4)

by Dee Ellis

  Brynn obeys, lowering her top half to give me a kiss. I drop the mail in my lap and try to tug her down, but she braces her hands on the arms of the chair. I hook an arm around her waist, as she stands away from my bad leg, trying to tug.

  “Give me something more.” I growl, licking her sweet lips and tugging still.

  “Not. Yet. Doctor said a few weeks before strenuous activity.”

  I swat her ass, leaning forward and biting it as she heads back to her task. I watch her shake it for me, adjusting my aching cock as I rip open the first piece of mail. I skim it for just a second before focusing and reading it again. And again.

  Mine. Mine. Just like I thought. Amelia is mine.

  My DNA results are back a lot slower than Stiles' slutty pathologist promised. But they're here. And they tell me what I already know. Amelia is mine. My flesh and blood. I close my eyes and let that sink in before I immediately launch into the plan I formed when I first sent those results out.

  “Brynn. Come here, honey.” Brynn lets out a playful sound of annoyance, but crosses back towards me.

  I toss the mail on the coffee table as she steps between my legs. My dick is hard because I love those long, creamy legs of hers. Because I know I am about to take the first step in helping her build our fantasy. Make our family real. And because I can smell how hot she is.

  I lean forward, careful of my still bandaged ribs, but willing to take the pain either way. Propping my cast up on the coffee table, I cup her ass and tug her closer. Brynn gasps as I bend further, kissing her lace covered pussy before I tear her panties off.

  “Levi!” I chuckle because she doesn't care about the panties and we both know it.

  I close my lips around her clit, groaning when her tart strawberry pussy floods my mouth. I land two slaps on her perfect ass, shoving a hand to my cock to stroke it when she moans. I lick her sweet slit in long, slow strokes, smiling against her heat when her thighs start to shake.

  “Baby...please don't hurt...oh God. Yes!” Brynn tosses her head back, her long crimson waves brushing her ass.

  I bite at her clit, suckling her, one hand stroking my dick, the other shoving into her. Two fingers shove into her tightness, pumping and rubbing at her g-spot, the third slipping into her puckered ass. Brynn bucks hard against my face, her fingers tangling in my hair. I get her close but pull away.

  “Come here. Now. Sit on my cock.” I fist my cock, working her juices down my thickness as I watch her with heavy eyes.

  “I am afraid to hurt you.” I can tell she wants it though, her tongue dragging over her bottom lip as she watches me pump.

  “Shut up. Come, my queen. Take my dick like it’s your throne, honey.” I swat her ass and spin her, her knees already bending as I start to lift her.

  Its awkward at first, my feet lifting to the coffee table as she struggles to spread her long legs wide. I hook my hands beneath her thighs, lift her as high as I can manage and settle her ass right over my dick. Brynn's fingers dig into the wood of the chair as she lifts herself. Looking back at me, she drops back down, seating her hot, wet pussy on my cock.

  “Oh, fuck. There it is. Now I'm home, honey. Shit. Now ride me.” I lift enough to take her mouth, my hands shoving her shirt up so I can cup her perfect tits.

  Brynn pushes off my lap a few times, her tongue twisting with mine. I thrust up hard and she moans, biting my lip. Realizing its more painful not to have her, to be denied this connection, she lets go. Pushing her feet against the floor, she rides me like the queen she is.

  “Yes. Yes. Oh...God...Jesus, yes. Baby.” I fucking love when she says it like that, and I thrust up a few times to let her know.

  It's been too long though. Her pussy is so perfectly hot and wet and so fucking tight, I know it won't last. My fingers tug and roll her nipples, my mouth ravages her, and I feel the orgasm barreling down on me. I drop a hand, spreading her folds and rubbing fast circles at her swollen clit. With my other hand, I slap her ass as it bounces on my lap.

  I watch as my queen rides me like she owns me, and fuck does she ever.

  Brynn's head is tossed back, her arms flexing as she bounces harder and faster, grinding on my cock. It's mid-afternoon out and the sun lights her up and it’s the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. When her fingers claw at the chair, I know she's close, so I take over.

  I tug her back flat against my chest, still kissing her. Telling her I love her. How fucking sexy she is. How I missed being inside her like this. Connected to her like I've never been to anyone else. I band an arm over her front and pin her to me, thrusting up into her hard and fast. Brynn shudders, pulsing around me and I lose it.

  “Fuck. I'm coming. Come with me. Come with me, honey.” Her sounds push me over the edge and I pump a few more times before emptying inside her.

  Brynn's orgasm sets off a small second one for me, her pussy going so tight I can barely move inside her. I bite her shoulder as she shudders against me, sweaty and spent. A soft tangle of messed hair and throaty whimpers.

  My ribs are killing me and I struggle to breathe but I don't let go. I don't pull out. I don't pay attention to the throbbing in my leg. I hold her close as we both come down. I softly whisper into her ear, emotions making my words thick.

  “Brynn. DNA results came back,” I of course told her during my hospital stay what I had done, “Amelia is mine. Just like we knew she was.” Brynn shoots up, twisting at the waist to gape at me.

  “Oh, baby! I knew it. I knew she was yours.” A sweet, tender kiss and she lifts away to watch me with loving eyes.

  “We did know. Know what else I know?” I carefully adjust her, spinning her on my lap, and thrusting back inside her teasingly.

  “Oh God. What, baby?” Her freckles are everywhere and I love it. Those pretty jade eyes are sated, full of love, and so fucking bright.

  “I also know that she's yours. No one but you will ever hear our Princess call her mama. Not if you make our fairytale real...and adopt her.” I nod over her shoulder at the other piece of mail.

  Brynn gasps, glancing back and seeing the human services letter lying with the results. I was always going to ask, no matter what the results said. But I had done the math—I figured when I slept with Isabel last and it all added up—so I'd hedged my bets and had a friend get together the adoption paperwork, just in case.

  “I want to give you my name too, but I want her to have yours first. I put in a request to get her name taken care of. It won't just be Amelia Holt. If you don't mind, I'd like it to be Amelia Olivia Holt.” Brynn's eyes flood with tears and I felt my nose twitch in response.

  Olivia; Brynn's middle name. I couldn't think of anything more perfect. Other than her saying yes to adopting my daughter. My mother's name and hers. The two women who had taught me about love. What it could be, and how it could save you. Give you something real and magical all at once.

  I could never change the fact that Isabel was her mother. I was doing what I could to have that taken care of on paper, if we could get Isabel to agree. I thought we could. But I could always make Brynn feel like a part of her belonged with Amelia, because it did. She was my daughter's mother and paper or not, that was a fact.

  “Oh, Levi. Yes. I absolutely want to adopt her. Amelia Olivia. I love it. It's so perfect. I love you. You are the most perfect man I have ever met. Your father would be proud. I am. Amelia will be.”

  “I meant what I said that night at the hospital. It's you that made this a fairytale. You made me a father, because taking care of a baby wasn't going to make me a father. Just doing the right thing wasn't enough. Building us a castle and slaying whatever dragons come our way, and being there at bedtime and dinner time, and tummy time, that makes me a father. Loving her mother, giving her brothers and sisters, that's what makes me a father. I love you girls so much. More than I thought I could fill my heart with. Thank you.” I kiss her softly, both of us crying a little, but I don't care.

  “Thank me? Thank you. For letting me being a mother an
d not letting it hurt. Letting me know I made the right choice for both my daughters. You gave me the fairytale, baby. Thank you.” Another messy kiss changes fast and I'm holding her close.

  It was hot and fast, and a little bit dirty the first time. This time, it's slow and intense, but still a little dirty. I stare into those jade eyes, her freckles popping out, and I know I am a lucky sonofabitch.

  “Now, give me something Queen.”

  And, she does. Like always, she gives me everything. Brynn gives me her heart, her soul, her body. And, I take it. But, like always, I give to. I give her all my bricks and let her do the building because that's what she was always meant to do.

  Brynn and I will build a spectacular castle and nothing will ever tear that down. Dragons can come, we will slay them all. Brynn will give our family the fairytale.

  Brynn was meant to be the one to build our castle and I will do whatever it takes to give her the bricks to do it.

  THE END

  EPILOGUE

  BRYNN

  It's nothing to be nervous about. And yet, I am edgy, anxious, my hands shaking and my skin sweaty. Although, to be fair, it's kind of hot in here. Gigi's studio lights pour down on the castle background we're posing Amelia on. Levi watches us, looking every bit my handsome king.

  A few weeks after his accident, he went back to work. And I did too. I had no sooner gotten my last box unpacked when he suggested it. The six houses Deacon and Gwen were looking to build out on the land they owned needed buyers.

  “I know you made this our home. I love it. It's not about where we live though; any place we live, you and Amelia, you will make it home.” Like usual, Levi was right; with that in mind, we struck a deal.

  I would design the homes, we would put some of Levi's savings, and some of my Gold family inheritance, towards a hefty down payment. One of those six houses would be ours. We would move out to the lake as soon as ours was finished, which was about four months away.

  Just about a year from the day Levi asked me to be his nanny.

  Really, he was giving me the gift of a family. A family that would have dragons to slay, battles to fight, but would see its fairytale come true. We were lucky and we knew it. Now we just remembered to tell each other every day, tell our daughter how special she was.

  How she made two lonely, damaged souls her parents.

  Before I'd unpacked that final box and moved myself into our castle, I officially became Amelia's mother. Isabel signed her rights away allowing me to adopt her; I insisted we add the stipulation that should Isabel want contact with her someday, we would allow it. On our terms, of course.

  I refused to take a choice away from a mother because it had been taken from me.

  “Smile, baby. Look pretty for Gigi.” I coo at her now, adjusting the tulle on her dress and the tiara atop her ginger curls.

  “Always pretty, munchkin. Just let aunt Gigi catch it, mmkay?” Gigi laughs and ducks back behind her camera, aiming and snapping.

  For her one-year birthday, Gigi and I talked Levi into a Princess photoshoot. Completely with a stuffed dragon, a castle backdrop and a tiny tiara. Not that it took much effort, Levi adores his Princess—and his queen—and will give us whatever we ask for.

  Like the elaborate Princess themed room we planned for the new house. I'm keeping the tree mural; this time Lola will paint it with fairies instead of owls. Because Princess Amelia loves her fairies. Levi will sit with us through countless viewings of all the Tinkerbell movies—although he prefers the pirate one the most.

  “Always a pretty Princess.” Levi calls from behind Gigi, making faces and dancing her favorite plush dragon in the air to make her smile.

  Man, the way that little girl smiles and giggles at her father. The way he will do whatever it takes to make her smile. How adorable he looks dancing around and being goofy. Just for her. Ovaries implode.

  Levi makes goofy look hot as hell. Think after we get our family photo, I might take his hot, goofy ass out to the family minivan and show him what it does to this mama.

  Besides being a stellar father, he's a good man. To me, to our friends, to everyone. Hunter had been injured during the fire that put Levi in the hospital. But when they met the mother and baby they saved, they knew it had happened that way for a reason. And Levi decided to do something else for another mother.

  Just weeks after becoming a mother for the second time—on paper at least—Levi gave me back the choice that had been taken from me. Using connections in the police department, he dug up all the info my mother tried to have kept from me.

  “If you want it. Her parents want you to know about her. Want you to know you made the right choice. You can even write her if you want, they said. Tell her about yourself, about our daughter. You have the choice now to have a piece of Abbi back. If you want it.”

  I thought when he gave me Amelia, I loved him. When he gave me back myself, helped me find who I had let be derailed so long ago, that I loved him. But, Levi giving me back the choice I had always wondered about, that made me love him more than the stars in the sky.

  Levi had found my daughter's adoptive parents and spoke with them for weeks. Seems they were always open to the birth parents knowing about her. My mother spoke for me when she drafted the adoption papers that said I wanted no such thing. Papers I foolishly signed.

  Papers Abbi's adoptive parents, the Decker's, sent in a packet full of photos and drawings and life moments of my daughter. Papers that they teasingly wrote “VOID” over. I did not have the courage, not yet anyway, to write her, but those monthly packages of photos and moments of my daughter's life, they reminded me I'd made the right choice.

  The second right choice, the one that gave me Amelia and Levi, I was reminded of every single day.

  “Think we got it, mama. That precious face. Pretty sure I had the shot hours ago, I just love her face. So weird how she looks like the two of you. That ginger hair and blue eyes. Those freckles.” Gigi bent in front of the prop we had little Amelia sitting on, showering her chubby cheeks with kisses, making the little Princess giggle wildly.

  “It is kind of weird. Looks nothing like her egg donor.” Levi commented as he came up from behind me, wrapping his thick arms around me.

  I didn't entirely agree. Sometimes all I could see was Isabel when I looked at my daughter. Now, speaking with Nance Decker, and knowing her side, I didn't mind it like I once did. Besides, somehow, my little girl really did look like me. Like the good parts of me and all the best parts of Levi.

  “Hey y'all!” I twist to watch Cage and a pregnant Charli come in.

  Charli has been glowing for months. If ever there was a woman meant to be a mother, I think it must be Charli. Us girls have spent the past months setting up a nursery for their baby boy, and Cage looks like he was the first man to impregnate their wife.

  Immediately, both Gigi and I go to rub her stomach, something that's become a running joke. If the boys thought Hunter was protective of a pregnant Lola, they had no idea. Even when us girls touch her swollen belly, Cage emits the slightest growl. That sweet, sexy possessiveness makes Cage a little hotter every time.

  “How much longer?” I know, of course, we all chat almost every day, especially lately with the changes we've all gone through.

  A month ago, Hunter and Lola were the first to make the move out to the lake. We finished their house first, and it was perfect. Lola had a studio and there were two spare rooms, for the kids Hunter said he'd be putting in Lola soon. It was next door to where our house was being built.

  Cage and Charli loved their cottage, but Deacon and Gwen had convinced them to make the move too. Their house wasn't complete yet, because Cage and Charli were waiting to have the baby. They couldn't decide how many rooms they wanted.

  But I had made sure to design her an epic library, and Lola and I had found awesome first editions of all the romances the two had exchanged during the beginning of their sugary sweet romance.

  I expected Gigi and Finn would mak
e the move some day, too. Like a migration, all my people—because I no longer had doubts, these were my people—would be heading out to living the good life with our kids and our fairytale romances out by the lake. I was building the homes we would raise our families in and I couldn't be happier.

  “Two months. Three weeks. Four days. I expect, like his father, he will be right on time. No rushing but no waiting, either.” Charli laughed, smoothing her hand over her round belly

  “Our son will come when he wants to, sugar.” Cage smiles, his dimple flashing, gazing at his wife with love so blatant I feel intrusive watching them.

  “Damn right. Cooper men don't rush. Do they, sweetheart?” I turn to watch Finn duck into the doorway, filling the room with his huge presence.

  Gigi floats to him, her dual colored eyes sparkling and her porcelain skin flushing. I looked away again, laughing with Charli as Gigi jumped, letting Finn catch her. They were still newlyweds, so we allowed for their honeymoon behavior. I mean, it had been five months, but still.

  “Hello my handsome husband.” We all look away as their kiss turns less than PG, ending with a loud growl and a smack of his hand on her ass.

  “Children present, dick.” Levi barks with a laugh, holding Amelia up in all her pretty Princess wonder.

  “Levi. Behave.” I giggle though, bending to touch my nose to hers, breathing deep her sweet scent.

  “Never, honey.” Levi catches me before I get too far, kissing me gently, making our daughter giggle too.

  When I lift away, I take stock of what we have. What all of us have. Of the people around us, the life we were given. We are so blessed. All of us.

  “Ford! Damnit, he bit my tit again!” Lola's colorful shout is punctuated by a loud giggle and we all turn to watch her nurse baby Ford where she's also trying to paint.

  “Such a mouth on you, darlin'.” Hunter's southern drawl booms from the doorway as he saunters in, shaking his bald head.

  Lola giggles and we all can see that beast of a man melt. He crosses the room towards her, dipping her back and kissing her stupid. All with their son attached to her tit. Hunter has gotten used to all of us getting extended eyefuls of her milk bags. Still curses at us and tucks her smock back over her as he takes Ford from her.