by Rye Hart
I leaned over to Brian beside me at the table, and I pressed my lips to his.
Once we all got back to the cabin, it was time for Jack and Sarah to leave. I wrapped my arms around my best friend before I hugged Jack close, then we all stood there as the two of them drove off to the airport. I was going to miss my best friend, and I knew Brian was going to miss Jack, but it gave me an idea for the cabin as we headed into the house.
The cabin on top of the mountain I was now going to call home.
“Brian, could I talk with you?” I asked.
“Sure. Let me just lay down Lanie for a nap first.”
I paced the room, trying to figure out how to start this conversation with Brian. I could hear him talking with Lanie, trying to reason with her as to why she couldn’t stay up longer. But my heart jumped to the back of my throat when I heard him padding back down the hallway.
“Amanda, are you all right? You seem anxious,” he said.
“It’s been a hell of a day,” I said breathlessly.
“All good, I hope?” he asked.
“Oh, yes. But I was thinking about my grandmother’s cabin.”
“You know I’ll help you fix that up,” he said as he came toward me. “Amanda, you’re shaking.”
“Sorry.”
“Come here. Sit down.”
Brian led me to the couch and pulled me into his lap. I curled into him, sinking into the strength of his muscles as he wrapped his arms around me. I drew deep breaths through my nose, trying to calm myself down as he repeatedly kissed the side of my head.
“Talk to me,” Brian said. “What’s going on?”
I told him about the note. I told him about the antiques and the family heirlooms and all the other gifts my grandmother left for me to sell. I told him about the money they were worth and how I could use it to completely fix up the cabin, and I told him about how she should’ve been here today. About how this day was so special, yet it had this cloud looming over all of us.
“I’m not saying that I would change anything about today. I got to marry the man I love, and become a true family with you and Lanie. I just wish my grandmother had been here to see it herself.”
Brian looked at me and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “I understand. I wish my sister could have been here too.”
We snuggled into one another and sat in silence for a few moments, reflecting on our life.
Then, he brought his lips down to mine, and I shivered at his warmth.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“With the cabin,” he said, chuckling. “What would you like to do with it?”
“I don’t know if I’m ready to do anything with it right now. The idea of selling my grandmother’s things to pay for overhauling it hurts.”
“Then we don’t have to sell them. I can work on it,” he said.
“But, when we did get it up and running, we could rent it out maybe,” I said.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll support you in it.”
“It’ll be a decent side income. There are lots of people who would enjoy a mountain vacation getaway or something. And when someone isn’t renting it, Jack or Sarah could use it to come stay and see us.”
“Seeing our friends while still keeping our space. I like it,” he said.
“And when Lanie gets older, we could pass it on to her, if she wants it,” I said.
“I like the way you think, Mrs. Murphy.”
I grinned at that name as my lips sought out his again.
Things felt right for the first time in my life. The little girl I adored was snoring lightly in her bed, the man I loved was holding me in his arms, and we were talking about our future together as if it should’ve been this easy. We were making plans and cracking jokes. We were stifling our laughter and allowing our hands to explore one another. We were stealing kisses and talking about when we should move all my stuff in, and I quickly found a home within the rhythm I’d already carved out in their house.
In their home.
In our home.
I looked up into Brian’s eyes and saw the perfect man for me. I felt my soul being bound to his, for better or for worse. I sat up in his lap, allowing my legs to straddle him as my hands ran through his hair.
“You look pretty damn hot in this suit,” I said, grinning. “But you’d look even better out of it.”
CHAPTER 34
BRIAN
I picked Amanda up from the couch as her lips smothered mine. I was ready to consummate our marriage. I could feel that Amanda was ready too, as her tongue slid into the depths of my mouth. She was eager for me, tugging at my tie as I walked us into my bedroom.
I kicked the door closed behind me before I dropped us onto the bed.
Our hands were everywhere, tearing off each other’s clothes and running over each other’s peaks and valleys. Our teeth clattered together, and our lips nipped at each other’s necks. I could feel Amanda’s nipples rising to attention against my skin, begging for my lips to be around them.
I could smell her scent. I knew she was dripping for me. My fingers danced down her body, exploring her folds as I felt her wetness pour onto my skin. She was so ready for me. So ready for my cock to slide within her. I wrapped my lips around her pert nipple as she arched into me, my fingers sliding into her warmth effortlessly.
She bucked into my hand as my thumb swirled around her clit. She pressed my face into her bosom, holding back her groans of pleasure. There wasn’t a single thing about her I didn’t love. Not a single thing about her I didn’t enjoy. I ravaged her tits, marking her breasts and sucking her nipples dry as her pussy clamped down on my fingers.
“Come for me,” I said. “Come for me, and tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Brian. Shit. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m coming. I’m coming. Oh, shit.”
I crooked my fingers within her, and she sprayed me with her juices. My head rushed down between her legs, lapping up the creaminess her body made for me. I inched my fingers from within her as our eyes connected, and she watched as I licked her off my skin.
“Oh, fuck,” she said, whimpering.
I dipped between her legs and slid into her before she could catch her breath. Her hands were reaching for me, wanting something to cling to as I fucked her. I threw her legs over my shoulders and bent her in half, watching her from my perch as she gasped for air. My lips swallowed her moans as I kissed her furiously, slamming myself into her wet pussy as she trembled in my wake.
She felt like fire and ice. Her juices were dripping down my balls. Her body was marking me as its own, claiming its territory just like I was with her. I could feel my body slipping, my movements already stuttering as her pussy readied for another climax. Amanda’s jaw was unhinged in silent pleasure as her nails dug into my skin, her body pinned underneath me as a wave of pleasure came crashing down onto her body.
She couldn’t even speak as she milked my cock.
I rolled us over just in time for Amanda to catch her breath. Her eyes were hazed over with orgasmic lust as I massaged her thighs. I helped her to roll her hips, encouraging her to move for me as the strength came back to her body. But then I felt her move, twisting herself around as my legs shivered at the sensation.
I had the perfect view of her ass as she rose herself up.
She slammed down onto me, and it pulled a growl from my throat. Her ass bounced perfectly, beckoning to my fingertips. I dug into the meat of her cheeks, holding onto her as her hips rolled into my body. I met her with each thrust, feeling my balls pulling into my body as her head threw itself back. I reached up and grabbed her hair, listening to her moan my name as my cock twitched deep within her.
I pounded into her relentlessly as her ass danced for me.
“Fuck me, Amanda. Fuck me good. I love you so much. Oh, shit. You’re incredible.”
She rode my cock, her pussy swallowing me whole as I lost mysel
f in her. We bucked against one another as our scent filled the bedroom. The bed was banging against the wall, and her body was trembling on top of mine. I could feel my toes curling as my balls finally released, pumping her full of my hot cum as my entire body stilled.
We came together as one, our bodies shaking with pleasure as I filled her to the brim. I could feel our juices trickling down my balls, spilling onto my thighs as she collapsed on top of me. I held her close, my cock sliding from between her legs as we breathed each other’s air. I pulled her close to me as she came down from her high, her eyes dazed and alight with passion as I pressed kisses to her forehead.
“I love you,” I said into her skin.
“I love you, too,” she said, panting.
The smell of our sex swirled around our heads as I pulled the covers over our bodies.
“Could I ask you something?” Amanda asked.
“You can ask me anything,” I said.
“Have you ever thought about having another child?”
I looked over at her, my eyes catching hers as she curled into my body.
“It hasn’t crossed my mind, why?” I asked.
“Just wondering,” she said.
“Do you want children?” I asked.
“I feel like this is a conversation we should’ve had before we did all this,” she said, grinning.
“I’m serious, Amanda. Do you want kids?” I asked.
She perched up onto her hand as I laid there studying her.
“I didn’t,” she said. “Until I met you guys. Now? I could see myself having a child with you. You know, giving Lanie a sibling. It was just a thought.”
My eyes roamed Amanda’s body as I pictured her pregnant with my child. Her stomach swollen with life. I imagined massaging her aching feet and running out at three in the morning to get her whatever it was she was craving. I pictured us in the delivery room, working in tandem to bring life into this world.
I smiled at the thought before I rose up to kiss Amanda.
“What was that for?” she asked, giggling.
“Do I need an excuse to kiss my wife?” I asked.
“Nope. But you sort of drifted off there for a second. Where did you go?”
“I was picturing you pregnant,” I said.
“Oh, really? Did you see all the stretch marks I would end up with?” she asked.
“I did,” I said as I sat up.
“Did you picture me in all the clothes that wouldn’t fit anymore?” she asked.
“I did.”
“Did you picture my boobs leaking randomly in public and me being completely embarrassed about it?”
I laid her body back down on the bed as she spread her legs to welcome me.
“Oh, I did,” I said with a grin.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
My cock was still pulsing with need for her. I reached down and grabbed it, then slipped it effortlessly back into Amanda’s body. She gasped and clung to me, bringing our bodies together as my lips fell onto hers.
I sank myself until our hips connected as I smiled into her skin.
“I loved it,” I said.
I moved my hips and felt my wife cling to me. The most beautiful woman in the world had somehow found her way into my life. I allowed myself to let go. To allow the animal within me to come rising up to the surface. I pinned Amanda’s wrists above her head and marked the whole of her body. I slammed into her until she was crying out for mercy, denying her the pleasure she sought so desperately. I caressed her and bit her. Kissed her and pinched her. Lost her in a world of debauchery only to bring her back up for air. I slicked my cock with her juices and painted the room with her scent. I fucked her on every surface I could get her on as tears of frustration fell down her cheeks.
Then, just as she was begging me to come, I took mercy on her body.
“I would love to have a family with you,” I said.
Then I fucked her until she silently screamed my name.
Epilogue
Amanda
Seven Months Later
The sun was shining brightly as summer beat down upon the mountainous terrain. My art gallery was officially open for business and the first day had been fantastic. Brian helped me get everything ready, including helping me hang up my first round of pictures. I had people in and out of the gallery all day, inquiring about tailor-made pieces, art classes, and buying a few things right off the wall. The community came out to welcome me into their arms, and as the day was winding down, I figured out I had sold three pieces, filled up two of my art classes, and sold four hundred dollars right off the wall.
And Brian wanted to take me out to celebrate.
“If we’re going to go out, I need to go change first. I’ve been on my feet all day, and I’d really like a shower,” I said.
“That’s fine. I want a chance to go see how the paint is drying at the cabin,” Brian said.
“Oh! Did you get all of that done already?” I asked.
“Yes. Now that I’m done with the staircase, I can get upstairs and finish things up there. But the downstairs is fully painted.”
Over the course of seven months, Brian had managed to really whip the cabin into shape. We sold off the pieces my grandmother gifted me as we needed them, though I knew Brian was still using some of his money to fix things up. He had replaced the porch, redone the kitchen, hired an electrician to come fix all the outlets, had the furniture and carpets downstairs professionally cleaned, and painted all the walls himself. It was really coming along, and all we had to do now was take care of the upstairs.
I was in awe every single day of him.
I kissed Brian before I hopped into the shower, but I made it quick. There was an outfit I wanted Lanie to put on, a very special outfit I’d picked out just for today. I dried myself off and changed into one of my summer dresses, then helped Lanie get ready. I put a bow in her hair and found her a fun little skirt to wear, and as I was slipping on her shoes I heard Brian come through the door.
“The walls are coming along fine,” he called out. “One more night of drying and they’ll be good to go. You girls ready to eat?”
“Coming, Daddy!”
Lanie ran down the hallway toward him and my hands were shaking. I watched as Brian picked her up, swinging her around in his arms. I would never get over that. I would never get over how wonderful Brian was with that little girl. Tears rose to my eyes as I settled my hands on my stomach, watching them from the shadows of the hallway as his eyes scanned her outfit.
“You look beautiful, Princess. Is that a new shirt?”
“It is! It is! Read it, Daddy.”
He put Lanie down before he crouched in front of her, and I could see the confusion written all over his face. His eyes darted up toward the hallway just as I emerged, my hands on my stomach and my skin glowing with delight. He slowly stood to his feet, his jaw dropped and his eyes sparkling as they moved over my body.
“Her shirt says ‘big sister,’” Brian said.
“I know. I uh, figured it was appropriate,” I said, smiling.
“Amanda?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
“Why does Lanie’s shirt say ‘big sister’?”
Tears of happiness rose to my eyes as I shoved my hand into the pocket of my sundress.
“Because we’re pregnant,” I said as I handed him the test.
He took it from my fingers and studied the positive test. His body was still as his face morphed from confusion to shock. I tried my best to keep my emotional disposition at bay. I wanted to give him space to process, just like I had a few weeks ago myself.
“You’re pregnant?” he asked.
His voice was full of hope and light as he turned his eyes to connect with me.
“I am,” I said, giggling. “I’m pregnant, Brian.”
“You’re pregnant!” he said.
“I am! I’m pregnant!”
He wrapped his arms around me and swung me around. We laughed toge
ther, tears of joy rolling down both of our faces. Lanie was clapping her hands and twirling around in her skirt, chanting about how she was going to be the best big sister in the whole wide world.
I reached down for her and picked her up so she could get in on the hugging action.
“I love you so much,” Brian said.
“I love you, too. And I am so glad you’re happy,” I said.
“Why in the world wouldn’t I be happy?” he asked.
“Because this is pretty soon into our marriage. I mean, we’ll celebrate our first year together with me already pregnant.”
“I don’t care,” he said as Lanie held us close. “All I care about is the fact that I’m about to have a child with the woman I love.”
I was so excited that he was happy. Soon, the celebratory dinner was forgotten about. Instead, we stayed in, and Brian cooked us up some steaks. Lanie had her macaroni and cheese, while I ate my fill of Brian’s steak and potatoes. Then the three of us settled onto the couch to watch a movie.
“I’m gonna be a good big sister. You know why?” Lanie asked.
“Because you’re going to love your sibling?” I asked.
“Nope,” she said
“Because you’re going to help us out?” Brian asked.
“Nope,” she said.
“You're not gonna help us out?” I asked. “How are you going to be a good big sister if you don’t help us out?”
“Because I’m gonna protect her! Like Daddy does us.” I pulled Lanie into my arms and peppered her face with kisses. Brian’s face was beaming with pride, his eyes scanning my body. I reached out and took his hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss. Then he lowered his lips to my temple and kissed me fondly.
“Have you been to the doctor yet?” he asked.
“Not yet. I kind of wanted you to come with me,” I said.
“ “Done. Call and make an appointment tomorrow. I want to know that everything is as it should be.”
His arm threaded around my body and pulled me close to him as Lanie reached for a blanket.
“And thank you,” he said.
“For what?” I asked.
“For never giving up.”
