Forgotten Sweethearts: A Romance Novel

by Bender, Melissa

  Brody’s head fell back on the pillows, and he yawned. “Can’t you two, get along? Every morning, you’re fighting.” They sounded like us, always bickering and snapping.

  “Exactly, no more hitting, biting or name calling. Otherwise, you’re going to have things taken from you,” I warned, rubbing my eyes as Noah snuggled up to me. “Will you stop the fighting?”

  They both began to giggle, saying together, “Nope.”

  “Well, at least, you agree on something, but mama is right, no more fighting. If I hear about any hitting or screaming, we won’t be going on a holiday.” Brody looked up at me, and I had to admit. This really felt nice.

  The kids both looked surprised. Lila ran towards the bed. “Daddy, really, we’re going?”

  “Yes, only if you behave,” He warned. I liked that for once. He was the one putting his foot down and warning them not to misbehave.

  “Yes!” Noah grinned, getting extremely excited.

  Lila beamed. “Come on, Noah. I’m going to jump on your bed if you don’t play with me.”

  He groaned, climbing out of bed in his little Superman underpants. “All right,” he gave in.

  “Hang on, don’t you think you should give your father a kiss and say, thank you?” I asked, watching and chuckling as they raced back over.

  “I love you lots and lots. Thank you, daddy!” Lila squeezed Brody around the throat while Noah kissed his shoulder, saying, “You’re the best!”

  I don’t think we’d ever had a morning like this, not in such a long time.

  It also stirred something else up inside of me as I lustfully gazed at him. Brody instantly noticed, and soon, his grin turned playful. “See something you want?”

  Saying nothing, I quietly climbed out of bed and walked towards the door. I heard the children in Noah’s room playing. I closed the door quietly and flicked the lock over. Looking back towards Brody, I nodded and climbed back underneath the covers.

  I knew exactly what I wanted, something we hadn’t done in a very long time on a weekend. “I want morning sex.”

  He stared but moved towards me. “You sure?” He wanted it too, judging by the thing poking into my thigh.

  I wanted him bad. All I did was nod, and before I could move, he had his lips against mine and kissing me passionately. Growling over my mouth, he hungrily lifted my top up. Our mouths only parted for a slight second when my shirt was lifted and thrown behind him. Rubbing between my thighs, he tugged the elastic on my bottoms down while I pulled his boxer shorts down, kicking them all off with my feet as he moved over the top of me.

  Naked, I wrapped my thighs around him. No words were needed as I felt him pressing against my entrance and pushing into the depths of me. Both of us moaning, he began to thrust slow and lazy, which was just right for this moment.

  I heard him wince slightly and realised I’d forgotten all about his hand. Raising himself up, he pulled back, and I let out a slight gasp as his arm wrapped around my waist, flipping us over. Reaching up with his good hand, he grasped my breast and began to squeeze lightly, causing me to moan. The pleasure surged straight between my thighs, starting a slow grind as I adjusted to the fullness of his manhood inside me.

  This shouldn’t be happening again. But it was.

  I sat upright more, getting used to the change in position that we hadn’t done in an extremely long time. My hands against his chest, he gripped my breast, even more, digging his strong fingers in and raising his hips up and down with a groan. My hair pulled to one side, keeping it out of the way. Breasts bouncing, I leant back, giving him the full view of my body as I rode him.

  Crying out loud as his finger came between us, pressing against my clit and rubbing. “Fuck,” I groaned, my eyes on his as I rocked back and forth quicker. I wanted to come badly. Jesus, why hasn’t he ever done this before?

  My mind was lost as I fell forwards. That feeling grew, driving me crazy as I became needier and moving faster and rubbing myself against him. Kissing him through hard pants, I knew my peak was coming, and I moaned loudly as I hit it. “Oh God, you feel so good.”

  Tugging his hair as I came and pulling on it, his hand came down to my ass and squeezed it. “Not as good as you right now.” Lifting my hips up and down, he began fucking me from beneath. His moans were loud. I knew he was close. His eyes shut as he tried holding off.

  “Come inside me,” I moaned breathlessly.

  His eyes forced open, face to chest with my bouncing breasts. “Shit,” he groaned and exploded with his own release.

  As I caught my breath, I moved off him and fell to my back, staring up at the ceiling and thinking. “I thought the other night… it was just a once… that we were… oh, God, I don’t know anything anymore.” I trailed, barely making any sense of what I was trying to say to him.

  He reached up, and his fingers grazed over my breast. Instantly, goosebumps formed. “I know what you mean… It’s different, and I don’t know why.” Maybe we somehow realised what we’re losing. “I certainly enjoyed you on top.”

  I smiled. “Me too. I liked that.” God, I must have been a horrible lay for him, always on my back. It suddenly dampened my mood.

  A loud banging on our bedroom door, “What are you doing? Why is the door locked?” Noah asked.

  Brody’s hand grabbed the covers and pulled them over us quickly, covering out sweaty naked bodies. “What is it?” he asked strained.

  “Lila spilt milk everywhere, the cereal too!”

  “I was trying to make breakfast!” We all heard from downstairs. Oh, God, the mess was going through my mind. I could only imagine. Last time, it was a dozen eggs smashed all over the floor and took me forever to clean up.

  I groaned and got out of bed to put my clothing back on. “She does this every weekend.”

  He chuckled, pulling his own bottoms on. “Isn’t this the reason we bought her a play kitchen?”

  “Yes but she likes the real stuff,” I chuckled, walking towards the door.

  I turned and looked back at him. Was this just sex between us? I wasn’t sure. I wanted to kiss him. We’d just had sex again, twice in the same week and that never happens. Whatever this was, I didn’t know if I wanted it to stop.

  Brody walked towards me, cupped my cheek and placed his lips against mine. Pulling away, he smiled softly. “Let me fix it. You go take a bath. Don’t worry about the mess. It’ll be cleaned before you come down.”

  I stood there, shocked. It was a morning full of surprises, and strangely, they kept on coming.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Sitting nervously on his double bed, I watched as Brody stood slowly and walked towards his bedroom door, closing it quietly. With a push of his thumb, it was locked. Turning back around and heading over to the stereo, his feet padded on the carpet as he turned the knob to make the music a little more loudly.

  “That okay?” he asked quietly, coming back to bed and standing in front of me.

  I nodded as he reached down, taking my hands in his and helping me upright. “Yeah.”

  “You’re sure?” he asked, his blue eyes checking for any signs of regret. There was none.

  With a nod, I squeezed his hands tightly. “I’m ready. I promise.”

  We were about to sleep together for the first time.

  I was so nervous, but it was what I wanted, what we both wanted to do. I hadn’t dared to ask my mama to allow me on the pill. They were still mad about us dating, and there was no way they would allow me to be over here without his parents around. Unbeknown to them, Brody’s parents didn’t care if we were alone in his room. We always had the door open as we studied together or laughed.

  Today, for the first time, we closed the door.

  Brody had taken a condom from his brother, Scott’s room. We knew this was what we wanted. We’d talked about it, and our kisses were only leading us to do more to each other. This was the next step in our relationship, and being together for almost seven months, I knew he was the one I wanted to be with.
I wanted him as my first, and he wanted me as his.

  Reaching in his drawer, he pulled out a roll, and I giggled. “Six? You think we’re going to go that many times?”

  He smirked. “I wish.”

  “Brody, it’s going to hurt,” I said, more scared than I wanted to sound as I sat on the bed again. I was sick with nerves. I’d been nervous all week just thinking about this moment.

  He shifted on the bed and came closer towards me. “We don’t have to. I’m okay with waiting.”

  I nodded. This is why he was so perfect. I also knew he wasn’t going to run straight to his friends and brag. He wasn’t that type of boy. “I want to. I want to be with you in every way.”

  “Me too,” he smiled and then came even closer. Our lips against each other, kissing softly as our hands came up and touched one another. Brody lifted my top, pulling it up over my head. I did the same to him until we were standing in our underwear.

  I hadn’t seen him naked completely before although I did give him some pleasuring the previous weekend. He was always in clothes, and when Brody fingered me, I always had clothes on too.

  We climbed underneath the covers, and I unclipped my bra as he pulled his boxers down then moved to take my panties off. “You’re so pretty, Gabby. God, you’re fucking hot.”

  I nervously giggled again. “You are, too.”

  As he moved over between my thighs, he sat upright and tore open the condom wrapper. I watched eagerly as he slid it down his impressive length, fumbling with nerves until it was rolled out. Spitting on his fingers, he then lowered them between us and gently pushed them inside of me, slow, soothing strokes.

  It was an awkward pain, not pleasurable but not enjoyable. I shook my head and pulled his hand away. “Make love to me.”

  “God, I’m going to blow so fast,” he grinned. Coming down on top of me, he kissed me as he positioned himself at my entrance. “I love you so much, Gabby.”

  Clinging to his arms as he thrust in, I screamed in my mind as he stilled and didn’t move. His breathing was extremely ragged and hard. “Are you okay?” I managed to ask. I was so full of him. I could feel every pulse and throb coming from his body. I shifted a little underneath him, and he groaned.

  “Yeah, just don’t move or this will be over embarrassingly fast. Are you all right?” he asked back, raising up enough to kiss away my silent tears. I nodded and tightened my grip on his back. My nails were going to be imprinted into his ass.

  Our mouths soon met again, and Brody began to move his hips as he found his rhythm. The pain slowly subsiding until it ended all too fast.

  Our kissing had done the talking as we lost our virginity together that day.

  I did something that I haven’t done for an extremely long time. I laid in the large bathtub, filled it with bubble bath and lit a candle; then, soaked until the water began to go cold. I put more hot water in and soaked some more until it was cold again.

  As I rubbed body wash into the skin of my smooth leg, I thought about Brody. I’d been thinking about him since he left the bedroom. Things had been so bad for us, for so long. It was strange to feel at peace and not on edge all the time. Usually, I’d just be waiting for another fight, and now, I was hoping there would be no more between us.

  I didn’t want to fight with him anymore.

  After my bath, I pulled on some of my newer clothing. I did my hair, left it with the slight wave that naturally came. Thank God, unlike my mother, I didn’t have thick bushy waves. Putting on some makeup, I smacked my lips together and rubbed in the light red gloss and made my way downstairs.

  As I walked downstairs, I got that warm feeling I used to get whenever I looked at him. I couldn’t believe that he had cleaned up everything. The kitchen had no sign of a mess that Lila had made and even the kids were quiet.

  Entering the kitchen more, I smiled up at him as he was laughing with them. “Wow, thank you. It looks really clean.”

  “Um, kids, why don’t you get your shoes on and go play outside?” He coughed, setting his coffee down, and they ran off chasing after one another. Brody walked towards me. We were close enough to almost touch, and I felt his hands skimming down the curves of my hips. “Are you trying to kill me?” he whispered huskily.

  My eyes widened. I shook my head. “Nope, why would I want to do that?”

  “I might be overstepping here, but…” Moving in front of me, he ran his eyes down my body, and I internally shivered. “You look absolutely beautiful.” He then leant forwards and kissed me lightly. Pulling away all too soon, he leant back and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Are you all over me because I’ve lost weight?”

  He looked hurt that I had asked this, pulling me back against him. “Are you kidding?” I shook my head, letting him answer. “You look great. I’ll give that to you, but it has nothing to do with the weight. Now or before, you’re sexier than you give yourself credit for.”

  I nodded, wishing I could believe him. “I’m sorry. I just doubt and over think everything.”

  “Don’t. There’s no need to.” He pulled me back to him and sighed. “I have breakfast made, but the kids said it tasted like burnt ducks feet. Don’t ask me. I didn’t even ask them to elaborate that one.” He laughed.

  “You cooked?” I eyed him curiously. “Well, I’m sure whatever it is you made would have been nice.”

  He laughed. “You know my cooking sucks. It always has.”

  “Yeah, that’s why you married me. You’d always be fed well,” I said with a grin. When my own words sank in, Brody wasn’t smiling anymore. He was quiet, and then an awkward silence followed. I glanced at his hand and found the perfect excuse for a subject change. “Did you want me to re-wrap it? It must be throbbing by now.”

  I couldn’t help but still smile on the inside after he called me beautiful, one compliment that would last a lifetime. It definitely wasn’t overstepping.

  He shook his head. “I don’t think it needs re-wrapping. I might just sit for a while. It’s fine really.”

  Noah ran inside, puffing as he caught his breath. “Daddy, did you fall on the table outside? It’s broken.”

  I forgot all about the glass out there. Just great, I didn’t want the kids to know what happened. “Noah, keep away from it. Tell Lila to stay away also. I need to clean it up.” I glanced over at Brody. “Daddy just tripped, and his hand hit the table.” I had no clue what to say, and Brody wasn’t giving any answers.

  Brody stood back up and sighed. “I’ll clean it.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. Your hand is hurt. I’ll do it.” The last thing he needed to be doing was cleaning up the glass when he’d already sliced one hand open.

  He shook his head. “No, I’m lazy and don’t do anything around here. I’ll do it.”

  He didn’t think I heard him muttering that as he left the room, and I just stood there, hurt and also annoyed. What the hell was that? And why would he just snap for no reason when we were getting along so well? Was I offering to help with his hand really bother him so much? I was completely confused.

  There was a change in the air as Lila walked in. Pouting, she wrapped her arms around my legs for a cuddle. “Daddy’s crabby. He told me to get lost.”

  I snorted a slight laugh, rubbing the top of her dark hair. “Were you annoying him?”

  She nodded shyly. “I told him he was silly and that only angry people hit tables. He didn’t like that.”

  “Well, he did it by accident,” I said to her, lying through my teeth.

  “Mama, what’s a divorce?” That stunned me frozen. Her sweet voice could make the easiest of questions seem the toughest. This was a tough one. How do you even begin to explain something so difficult to a child?

  Grabbing, the dishcloth, I wiped the bench top, trying to buy myself some time. “Why did you ask that, sweetie?” I asked her.

  “Daddy was talking about it. He didn’t know I was there, though,” she said with a little giggle. “I was hiding.”
/>   “Hiding or spying?” I asked, raising a brow at little Miss Sticky Beak.

  “Mama, don’t change the subject. What is a divorce?” she asked again. I knew she wasn’t going to let up about it, either.

  With a sigh, I bent down and lifted her up. Sitting her on the kitchen bench top, I couldn’t lie to her. “Well, it’s something mommies and daddies get when they’re not getting along, but only if they’re married.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  I smiled sadly. “Sometimes, they’re not happy together, and being apart is the best thing for them.”

  “Daddy said divorce, mama.” She smiled.

  My heart was pounding so hard against my chest. “What do you mean? What did daddy say?” I couldn’t even hide the shock from across my face.

  “He said a naughty f-word divorce.” She giggled. “He said a bad word, mama.”

  I nodded, hearing her, but I wasn’t paying any more attention. Brody had been speaking about the divorce. I was feeling sick to my stomach, only imagining what was said. Lifting Lila back down, I was shaking as I left her in the kitchen and walked outside to where he was.

  “What the hell did you say? Lila just came in asking what a divorce was,” I said, my voice shaking with fear.

  His eyes grew. “She was out here?”

  “Yes, she was spying on you like she always does.” I sighed. “What did you say?”

  With a shake of his head, he held his hand up. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve cut my finger. I need to go and clean it up.”

  He had to be kidding. “Okay, walk away as usual, then,” I said and walked off. Maybe Lila had just heard wrong. I knew he wouldn’t want to call the divorce off. I honestly thought things were going to stay good between us. Maybe I was just wrong.

  I went to put away the children’s laundry and was almost at Lila’s room when I heard her and Brody talking. I stood outside, listening. “What did you hear daddy say, sweetheart?” he asked her.

  “Am I going to get in trouble?” she asked back.