Mirrored 1 : In Spades

by K. Pinson

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Feel free to do this every morning babe.” He brought his arms around my body and gripped my hips on both sides firmly with his hands.

  I couldn’t help but rub myself onto his now rising member, I was dripping wet at this point. The friction I was creating by rubbing myself against him, up and down, was sending my body into frenzy. He continued to grip my hips tighter, surely leaving fingerprint marks. He pulled himself up, nipping at my neck. His tongue snaked out and licked all the way down until my left nipple was in his mouth. I moaned out loud, head falling back. I reached my hand down and grabbed his shaft in my hand. Pulling gently but firmly up and down. He was grunting, eyes fluttering open and closed. It didn’t take long before he came all over my belly. His eyes fluttered open and he kissed my lips with passion. He rolled me over and continued kissing me, reaching down to play. He put two fingers inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit. It didn’t take me long at all before I was following him in suit, crying out his name and falling apart underneath him. We didn’t need to have sex to get off. The foreplay was just as hot. We took a shower, cleaning each other off. He was very thorough and loving while soaping up my body, paying special attention to his favorite parts. We showered silently but we spoke volumes without saying any words. It was perfect. When we were getting out and drying off, I noticed my toothbrush in the holder next to his and my makeup case sitting on the counter. Daxton must have brought my bag in while I was asleep. I had no idea when he had done it, I thought we fell asleep at the same time. I searched the room and found my bag and purse sitting in his arm chair. I ran over and grabbed them, Daxton already lying back in bed, still gloriously naked. He had his hands tucked behind his head.

  “Go ahead and run around again. The girls like bouncing up and down and I happen to like it too.” He smirked while I put my hands over my parts to try and cover them, suddenly feeling shy.

  I rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I found what I was looking for in my purse and slipped it over my head. I also grabbed my champion shorts out of my bag and zipped it back up. I slowly opened the door and placed my hands on my hips. I did my best rendition of a model walking the runway, even doing the turn around and striking a pose. Daxton cat called and sat up on his hands and knees.

  “Is that…My face on your tits?” He asked, genuinely surprised.

  “Nah, it’s my other hot boyfriend.” I replied. He jumped from the bed and scooped me up into his arms.

  “You’re mine Woman. And that…that’s definitely me. I would recognize those bedroom eyes anywhere.” I laughed out loud. Ever the modest one he was.

  He never let me down, carrying us downstairs, STILL wearing his birthday suit. After perching me on the stool at his breakfast bar and getting me a gigantic glass of orange juice, he ran back upstairs to throw some sweats on still foregoing a shirt. I didn’t mind one bit. His yummy tummy made my pulse race. He made me Mickey Mouse pancakes with whip cream and strawberries on top. I couldn’t help but think about how much Abby would enjoy these. I would have to make a request for him to make them at some point. The pancakes were delicious. I was bursting at the seams. I helped Daxton wash up the dishes and ran back upstairs to grab my phone while he lounged on the couch. It was now 11 in the morning and still no call from Christina. I dialed her number and anxiously waited for her to pick up.

  “Hey Ava. Did you have a good night at work?” She asked, sounding tired.

  “It was pretty great. Lots of tips. Very busy night. How’s Ab?” I asked her.

  “She’s doing fine. She’s right here, eating captain crunch and watching cartoons. Want to talk to her?” she responded.

  “Yes please. Put her on the phone.”

  “Hiiiiii mommy. You sweep good?” She asked me, happily crunching on her cereal.

  “I slept very good baby. How are you this morning? Mommy misses you. Are you having fun at Christina’s playing with the other kids?”

  “I havin lotsss of fun Mommy. Can I stay til’ later? I wanna go to chuck-e-cheesers wiff the other kids..Pweeeease Mommy?” I could almost see her puppy dog face through the phone. How could I resist?

  “Sure baby. But you better be good for Christina. I love you verrrrry much. Put Christina back on the phone for Mommy.”

  “Otay Mommy. Thank you, thank you, and thank you. I wuv you toooo.” She handed the phone over to Christina.

  “Hey. I overheard your conversation and before you ask, it is fine that Abby comes with us. I was actually hoping to get a chance to ask you myself. So I hope it’s okay with you. I’ll bring her home later, probably around seven?” Christina asked.

  “Yeah, that sounds great. Thank you so much Christina. She sounds like she is having a blast. Give her a hug and a kiss for me and call me if you need me to come get her or if anything happens.”

  “Everything will be great Ava. Don’t worry. I’ll see you at seven.” We exchanged goodbyes and I hung up the phone, staring down at it, blank screen.

  I was enjoying spending the time with Daxton but I really missed Abby. I hated being away from her for this long but I knew she was having a good time and I had no good reason to tell her no other than me simply missing her. She needed to go out and experience the world and build relationships with people other than me. I knew that but it was still hard letting go. I went back downstairs and plopped myself at Daxton’s feet.

  “What’s wrong babe?” He asked, his brow furrowing.

  “I just miss Ab. I have never been away from her for this long before.” I sighed.

  “Can I ask you a question babe?” he sat up and sat next to me, turning the television volume down.

  “Sure, ask away.” I told him.

  “What happened to your mom and dad? You never really talk about it and I don’t want to pry…I just want to get to know you better. I care about the both of you. You and Abby both mean a lot to me and I would never let anyone hurt either of you. I want to know about your past, I want to take part in your present and I want to be your future.” He stroked my cheek with his back of his first two fingers gently, staring into my eyes reassuringly.

  “They…well…They’re…dead.” I finally sputtered out and tears came rolling out. Daxton wiped them away with his hands and held me close. I began speaking again, willing the painful memories to leave me and let the new pleasant ones take their places.

  “My dad…he wasn’t always a bad man. He used to love me, way back when. The more he drank, the meaner he got and the more of a disappointment I became. He never wanted me. My mother and he weren’t married when I was born and she didn’t give me his last name. It wasn’t out of resentment or hatred. She loved my father whole heartedly. But he was in the air force and their relationship started as a fling. When she got pregnant, he got distracted and injured while training and received honorable discharge from the Air Force with no benefits since he hadn’t been in long enough to really make a living. He kept a couple of steady jobs after I was born and tried to provide for us but without much of an education and the economy being the way it was, he just couldn’t hold down anything. Becoming frustrated and angry at the world, he began drinking like a fish and took all of his anger out on my mother and especially me. Blaming everything that he had lost on my birth. He began to…” I had to stop and take a deep breath, pushing the tears away with my hand.

  Daxton held me firmly not saying a word, probably afraid of what was going to come out of my mouth next. I’m sure he had bitten off more than he could chew with this question and never expected the words to tumble out of my mouth. He was probably just being nice, asking questions, making conversation and here I was spilling my guts.

  I looked up at him, unsure if I should continue. Unsure if I wanted to continue. Unsure if I even could continue without being reduced to a puddle of tears, soaking into the floor. My heart was breaking but I knew I needed to let him in. I wanted to know more about him as well and by opening the doors to my past and showing him I co
uld be courageous, I hoped it would open the doors to his past also. I could tell by the glimmer in his eyes, just a hint of a tear trying to escape, that he was hiding some dark memories down deep just as I was. I wanted to replace them all with the good memories we were sharing and continue to build more. So, I decided to continue.

  “He began to…hit me. At first he just abused things around me. Animals, my mother, himself, but eventually he resorted to finding ways to get mad at me and punish me. He hit me with open fist, closed fist and objects like the belt and paddle. I couldn’t make him love me again. I couldn’t turn him back into the old daddy that I had looked up to as a child. The strong man I had loved shattered before my eyes and became a devastatingly broken shell. He didn’t abuse me because he felt strong or got a sense of empowerment from it. He abused me because he was weak and he knew it. The only way to continue getting through his day to day was to face his demons with the bottle and to prey on people weaker than him. He gave up on his life and in turn, he gave up on mine. He kept my mother and I locked in our home most of the time. He ripped our family away, my mother’s friends away and anybody else that could potentially help us to escape our fate. I eventually ran away and never looked back…Until Abby came along. I had to save her Dax…I felt compelled to take her away from there. But realistically, she saved me. She saved my life. I wanted to die Dax. I would have succeeded had it not been for her. I decided to live…to give her a better life than I had.”

  He held me in his arms and I felt his body shaking. He remained silent. I felt the need to console him, to shake him out of this and tell him I was okay now. I made it and Abby made it and we were okay. We had each other and now we had him. I wanted to thank him because he has made me a happier person. He has given me the passion to live my own life again, for more than Abby but for myself also. I couldn’t tell him any of those things though because I needed to get the rest out, the truth. I hadn’t ever told anyone the whole truth. Not even Faith or the Anderson’s. Maybe someday I would be able to but not now. Daxton was the only one I felt like needed to know the real me, the reasoning behind why I am the way I am.

  “The day I went back to go get Abby. She was just an infant. I was 18 years old. It didn’t end well. It ended with me in the hospital, not able to remember too much at first. I have flashbacks all the time and you’ve actually witnessed a couple of my freak outs. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner what was going on. I just didn’t know how. My dad almost beat me to death and shortly after took his own life. He slammed me repeatedly into our hallway mirror and that’s why I have a hard time to this day looking into them. I hate remembering. Sadly, his words hurt me more than the physical. I was used to the physical. I deep down was still hoping he loved me despite it. But he didn’t, he couldn’t. But I would always love him.” I took a breath and sat contemplating to myself why he couldn’t love me, why I was never good enough. Daxton interrupted my thoughts and finally spoke. Causing my nerves to throb.

  “Well. I love you. I know it isn’t a consolation and I also know it’s too soon. I don’t expect you to say it back or expect anything at all for that matter. We have only been seeing each other for a couple of months now but I just want you to know. I need you to know. I love you so fuckin’ much already it’s hard to breathe. It feels like my heart is trying to escape from my chest and take residence in the palm of your hands. I want to wrap you in my arms and protect you from all the things you’ve ever had to face. I want to go back in time and hurt the bastard for hurting you. I want to hunt down any asshole who doesn’t love you the way that you deserve. You may be broken Ava, but you don’t need to be fixed. You are the epitome of perfect to me. You’re all I’ve ever wanted and I feel so got damn lucky to have you in my life. Abby, too. The both of you complete me. My family. My angels. Our pasts have been both pretty shitty the majority of the time but happiness wouldn’t be so satisfying if we didn’t have to work for it. I’m not saying that I am happy about your suffering or the broken heart I faced…but I am a selfish fucker for saying that I’m glad we were lead on the paths that broke us down…because that path is what lead me to you. “

  I sighed with contentment, weight instantly being lifted off my shoulder. As scared to death as I was to admit that I was falling for Daxton too. I was and I couldn’t deny it any longer.

  “I…I love you too Dax…I’ve known for a while now but couldn’t bring myself to admit it..To not only you. But to the parts inside of me waging war on myself for finally being happy. It’s hard for me to realize that I deserve this happiness, all of it. That I deserve a guy as amazing as you are. You mentioned a broken heart and I’d like to hear more about it. I want to get to know your past too. I love everything about your present. Your acceptance and love for Abby never ceases to amaze me and she loves you back. I hope you know that. It means so much to me. You are mending my soul and piecing me back together. I owe you so much but I don’t have a lot to offer. My heart, on a silver platter. Please don’t break it.” I had never been so sure than I was in this moment about him. I was meant to be here, delving down deep and releasing all of the bad memories. I needed to heal.

  Daxton wrapped his arms around me and kissed away my tears.

  “You have no idea how happy that makes me. I’ll never be able to think about someone hurting you and not grit my teeth. I wish I could have protected you then. The best I can do is promise to always protect you now. Your heart will never be broken by me. I’m not perfect. Far from. But stay with me. Stand by me. I’m going to fuck up. I’m going to say shit I don’t mean when I’m pissy and you’ll probably do the same. But we’ve got to work through it. The good and the bad.” He looked deep into my eyes and I mirrored his actions.

  I wanted to talk with him more about his past but I was exhausted. Emotionally and physically. If he wanted to talk I would listen but it didn’t seem like he was completely ready to open up. This was all a lot to take in. I snuggled up in his arms and kissed his lips gently, signaling that my share time was over for now. I couldn’t cry anymore. I was beat. He took the hint and kissed me back, holding me gently like I could break at any moment. But I wouldn’t. I was strong when he had his arms around me. I was more than just a shell now, So much more.

  Daxton brought me down into a laying position and we snuggled like that for a good 15 minutes in silence. It felt good to not have to explain anymore. To not have to relieve and release but to just let go.

  “Babe. Do you have to go get Abby?” Daxton’s deep voice stirred me from my peaceful state.

  “No, not right now. She’s going to come home around 7. Christina is taking the other kids to Chuck-E-Cheese and she really wanted to go. I didn’t even really ask you if you had plans today. Am I intruding?” I asked.

  “No, not at all. I’m glad you’re here. I was planning on going to see my Gram today for Sunday dinner. I usually try to make it a point to go see her at least once a week. She’s getting up there in age, but still kicking ass and taking names.” Daxton sounded conflicted.

  “Well. I have some stuff I can take care of at home. I can leave. No big deal. “ I gave him a reassuring smile and lifted myself out of his arms. He grabbed me back instantly and pulled me to him.

  I laughed. “You’re going to have to let me up if I’m going to go.”

  “I want you to come with me. I want to bring Abby too but I understand the kid is finally letting loose and having some fun. We can bring her with next time. Gram is really excited to meet the both of you. I have been telling her a lot these past couple of visits.” Daxton blushes. He actually blushes. I never thought I’d see the day.

  “I’d LOVE to go. I don’t know what I’m going to wear.” I was excited. I needed to get back to my house and pick out an outfit.

  “Babe, anything is fine. Seriously. Gram is not picky. You look beautiful in anything you wear. Especially when you’re wearing your birthday suit.” Daxton husks and begins kissing my neck.

  “Stop it Mr. No distractions. I�
��ve got to go get ready.” I stick my tongue out and hurriedly jump from the bed. He groans loudly and throws his hands over his face with a loud thwap.

  “You’re a drama king.” I laugh. He doesn’t. But instead throws me the sexiest smile I have ever witnessed from him to date.

  “Dirty tease!” I shout and wink.

  “Hey baby. No teasing here. Come get all you want.” He winks back and I melt. I run away into the bathroom and close the door. He laughs hysterically.

  “You can run but you can’t hide.” He follows me and somehow gets in even though I locked the door.

  We enjoyed a long, hot shower together with minimal action. Minimal for us at least. It was amazing. I dressed in a pair of jeans and cute light blue plain tee that I forgot I had packed. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard. I left my hair its natural wavy style and put minimal make up on. I was ready in no time at all. I was beginning to get butterflies just thinking about meeting Dax’s family. If you had asked me months ago where I’d be, this wouldn’t be what I’d say. I couldn’t have even dreamed this up.

  “You look perfect.” Daxton stared me up and down, checking out all of my assets with his now blazing eyes.

  “Thank you love. Are you ready to get?” I was trying to prevent my voice from shaking. I was super nervous all of the sudden.

  Daxton nodded his head and grabbed my hand to lead me out the door and into my car. He had already grabbed my keys from the hook. He looked delectable in a simple light blue V-neck and jeans with a hole in the knee. He had on his black converse and black leather watch around his wrist. I was a lucky girl. I couldn’t help but continue to think about how sexy he looked when he dressed so simply. He led me to the passenger side and opened the door for me, pressing a light kiss to my lips before closing the door. He went around to the drivers’ side and we headed off to the very deep country of Ida. Farm fields were all you could see for miles around.