Come Back to Me_A Brother's Best Friend Romance

by Vivien Vale

  It’s unclear if he notices the way my eyes rake over his chiseled features, dark hair, and bulging chest muscles. If he has noticed, he’s been too polite to make a comment.

  “Here, let me do this for you,” he says, taking his knife and fork to cut Amelia’s bacon.

  “Thank you!” Amelia chirps.

  “Want some more fresh apple juice? I grow them in my orchard behind the shed.”

  Amelia’s eyes widen.

  “Really? You can grow apples?”

  I chuckle. I’m not sure why Amelia is so amazed by this fact.

  Perhaps she hasn’t realized where apples come from, since we buy them from shops. Or she’s just amazed at all the things Boone can do.

  “That and a whole lot more,” Boone confirms, nodding vigorously.

  “More bread?” he glances in my direction.

  For a second, I hesitate. I haven’t eaten this much in a long time. Usually, I’m a cereal-and–one-cup-of-coffee girl in the morning, not big on the cooked breakfasts.

  But this morning, I’m more hungry than usual and really enjoying the food.

  “I shouldn’t,” I mumble. “But, why not?”

  Boone smiles and reaches for the butter. My eyes follow his every move. The way his big hands handle the knife almost makes me drool.

  “Here you go,” he hands me a buttered piece of bread.

  “May I go and play, Mommy?” Amelia looks at me with those big brown eyes, the way she always does when she wants something.

  “I don’t know,” I say with my mouth full and glance in Boone’s direction.

  “Have you finished all your fruit?” Boone asks.

  My daughter holds up her plate to Boone in answer to his question and nods.

  “Excellent,” Boone holds up his hand for a high five.

  With my heart racing, I watch the interaction between father and daughter. It warms and breaks my heart at the same time. More than ever, I realize I was so wrong to run away and not tell Boone about Amelia.

  It’s still difficult for me to figure out the dynamics of their relationship as father and daughter. I had doubts on how Boone would be as a father. In the same way, I had been a little worried on how Amelia would react after I let her father into her young life.

  “Great stuff,” Boone says and Amelia beams at him. “Eating lots of fruit and vegetables makes sure you grow up strong and healthy.”

  Amelia wrinkles her nose. “I don’t like spinach or beans.”

  I laugh.

  Boone rolls his eyes in pretend shock.

  “How can you not like spinach?”

  “It tastes yucky,” Amelia mutters.

  “That’s because you’ve never tasted it the way it should be prepared.”

  My little girl shrugs.

  “Can I go and play, pleeease?”

  “I’m not sure,” I replied curtly.

  Crockett jumps up on her lap and looks from her to Boone.

  “Go on, you two. Make sure you don’t go too far.”

  As Amelia skips from the room, raccoon on her shoulder, I punch Boone lightly on the shoulder.

  “How will they know what too far is?”

  Boone rubs his arm and grimaces.

  “Ouch.”

  It’s my turn to roll my eyes.

  “As if that hurt you.”

  “You’re stronger than you know,” he teases. “They’ll be fine. Crockett actually knows how far he can go, believe it or not.”

  It seems difficult to believe that an animal would have that much sense, but then again, nothing should surprise me.

  Boone grabs my plate and moves to stand up. As he does, our fingers touch briefly.

  Electric sparks fly between us. I’m sure of it.

  “Let me,” I mumble and also move to stand up. As I do so, I bump into him. He grabs me as I stumble backwards.

  His touch leaves me burning with desire. Wildfire rages through me, and I’m finding it difficult to speak.

  “You cooked breakfast, I should wash up.”

  I’m sure my cheeks are red as a tomato as I grab Amelia’s plate and turn to take it to the sink.

  But I’ve misjudged my movement and turned the wrong way. Instead of turning away from Boone, my face is now only inches from his.

  I can feel his warm breath caress my cheek. His eyes are caressing my face, neck and lips.

  Darn.

  Now my hands are shaking, and if I’m not careful I might drop the plate I’m holding.

  “You okay?” he murmurs and his lips brush past my ear. Goosebumps run down my arms and neck.

  Unable to speak, I nod.

  His eyes linger on me, until I finally take a step back and force myself to move toward the sink.

  Before I can make a fool of myself again, I put the plate in the sink and fill it with water. As I watch the water cascade out of the tap and onto my hand, I try to calm my inner turmoil.

  This is ridiculous. I’m acting like a silly teenager on her first date, before her first kiss.

  I can feel Boone move beside me. He’s standing so close that my nerve endings are screaming for his touch. Each of my pores wants him.

  Mechanically, I start washing a plate before putting it on the drying rack.

  But as I do this, my imagination goes wild. All I can see are images of Boone naked.

  This is ridiculous.

  How am I going to get through the next few days if I turn into molten chocolate the minute he comes near me?

  I mean I’ve survived these last five years without him, why was my body suddenly obsessed with him?

  Of course, I know the answer.

  “Here, let me give you a hand.”

  Before I can protest, I feel his hands next to mine in the warm water. White bubbles hide them from our eyes.

  I take the next plate with a slightly shaky hand. His left hand helps to scrub it clean.

  Suddenly, the temperature has risen several degrees, and I swear the water has gone from lukewarm to boiling point.

  “She likes animals, doesn’t she? Our…” he starts, and I struggle to follow what he’s saying. He clears his throat. “And she’s good with them, isn’t she?”

  Amelia. He’s talking about Amelia.

  Focus. I need to focus and get my mind out of the bedroom.

  “Yes,” I nod. “Our—” Why is it so hard to say it? “Our…daughter is good at many things, for her age.”

  There, I’ve said it. I take a deep breath and wipe my brow with the back of my right arm.

  I look at Boone. He’s mumbled something, but I couldn’t hear it. “Pardon?”

  “Our daughter,” he starts and stops. I watch emotions cross his face, and I resist the urge to kiss him. “Our daughter,” he repeats and takes another plate from me.

  We both reach for the same mug and giggle.

  “You do the top, I do the bottom,” Boone suggests and I nod.

  Dishwashing was sure more entertaining when I do it with Boone.

  “She has her own camera, too. She’s good at drawing,” I tell him, acutely aware of how little he knows about our daughter. Every time I’m reminded of this fact, the guilt spreads through me like a raging river.

  “Our daughter is just perfect,” he says after a while and smiles.

  When he smiles his features soften, and he becomes even sexier.

  “Now you’re being a typical parent,” I tease and watch him digest this statement. “You’re right, though,” I add quickly, “she’s pretty special.”

  For a while, he just scrubs the mug, and I fear he may keep going until all the paint’s been peeled off.

  I gently grab it from him and put it on the drying rack.

  Our fingers touch again, and I don’t want to pull away.

  This time, he grabs my hand and squeezes it.

  The way he looks at me makes me feel as if he’s trying to look into my soul. He’s undressing me and caressing me.

  I don’t want this moment to end. Life see
ms almost perfect, and yet I want more.

  I want Boone. I want him. I need him now.

  Judging from the bulge in his pants, he feels the same way. I can practically feel his testosterone bounce around the room and chase its target—my raging hormones.

  “I think I’ll get some baking soda for the sink from the pantry,” I mumble and watch him move there already, in perfect step with me.

  I think we both know what we’re really going to the pantry for…and it’s not baking soda.

  Boone

  Bang!

  The pantry door clicks shut behind me like a starting gun.

  I hope this means what I think it means. Fucking please.

  Margot swings around just as I reach for her. She’s so irresistible. Our lips lock instinctively as I wrap her in my arms.

  I’m trying to go slow. Gently, slowly, I taste her lips and sweep across them with my tongue.

  But Margot is having none of that. She’s aggressive as she grabs my face, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me deeper into her embrace as we devour each other.

  I’m shocked this is happening. It’s a dream come true.

  Fucking hell. If someone had told me a day ago I would have her in my arms again, I wouldn’t have believed it.

  All the years of aching for her have culminated to this point.

  I’ve wanted and needed her so much. Her soft voice and gentle mannerisms have always been a balm to my soul.

  Stroking my hands down her back to her ass, I slowly feel the lush silhouette I’ve dreamt about.

  She feels so good in my hands. I can’t help becoming more aggressive as she moans into my mouth.

  She seems to be starving for me as much as I am for her. If only she knew.

  I’d sound like an idiot if I told her how much I’ve missed her. Missed this.

  Kneading her ass, I gently rock her against my hard cock. He’s starving for attention as much as I am.

  He can wait, though, since I don’t want to scare her away.

  This is the mother of my child, for Christ’s sake. She deserves so much more than a quick fuck in a pantry!

  I can control myself. I just need to take care of her. Show her how great we can be—together.

  Pulling my lips from hers, I lean our foreheads together. “Is this okay?”

  It’s kind of a silly question, because her hands have left my head and quickly proceeded to work the buttons on the front of my shirt.

  “Oh, yes!” Her breathless whisper only ramps me up more. “I just need to touch you.”

  I’m all for that. I could explode just from her looking, but I need everything from her.

  I’ve always wanted everything with her, I realize.

  Her lips are swollen from our kisses. Plump and tempting, I can’t stop kissing her. Devouring her.

  Leaning in, I press my lips to hers again, and she whimpers so sweetly as she opens for me.

  Tongues tangling, I work the buttons on the front of her borrowed flannel shirt.

  This is a dream come true. Feeling her soft skin under my hands. Breathing her sweet scent.

  Un-fucking-believable.

  Her hands sweep my shirt off my shoulders, and I pause from working on her shirt to shake it to the floor.

  Her small, soft hands feel wonderful as she strokes the contours of my chest.

  Breaking our mouths apart, I press gentle kisses down the line of her jaw and on to her neck.

  Our heavy breathing echoes in the small room.

  Looking down, I open the shirt to gaze upon the one body I’ve longed for.

  Her chest is larger than I remember and heaves tightly against her form-fitting bra.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  Her head that was rolling backwards tilts up towards me quickly. She looks worried. “You’re not disappointed?”

  What a stupid fucking question.

  She obviously has no idea what she does to me. The pulse in my cock is throbbing in agreement.

  “Margot, you have always been the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. That hasn’t changed.”

  Her eyes flutter shut as she slowly exhales.

  I see the relief most clearly in her shoulders as they settle along with her head.

  Grabbing her dropping chin, I tilt it back to force her to look at me again.

  Her eyes snap open as I lean in to press a firm, chaste kiss to her stunning lips.

  “Beautiful.”

  I kiss her lips again before slowly kissing her chin and dropping to my knees.

  I hear her breathing pick up as she anticipates my touch.

  I’m perfectly eye-level with her chest. What a vision. But I want this bra off.

  I slowly run my hands down each side of her neck and down to her waist.

  Reaching up behind her back, I pop the clasp on her bra.

  Lifting the cups from her chest, I admire the view before leaning in to kiss one pert nipple and then the other.

  Arching her back into me, she presses her chest firmly against my mouth as I cup them together and suckle one.

  Her low, keening moan has her dropping her head back as we both enjoy this intimate moment.

  “Oh, Boone, that feels so wonderful.” Her hands have moved into my hair again, stroking and scratching my scalp.

  I continue to suckle and worship the bounty in my hands. It’s heaven and hell as my cock screams his demands.

  Visions of rubbing him between these soft globes has me pulling away before he gets out of hand.

  Glancing up, I see her bright eyes watching me.

  Tweaking her perky nipples lightly, I kiss a line between them and down to the top of her underwear, never breaking eye contact.

  I want to give her every opportunity to stop me, but I just can’t help myself.

  My body has taken over as the smell of her arousal hits me. I’ll stop if she says to, but until then—all bets are off.

  Her soft belly quivers under my lips as I move my hands to her hips and reach around to slowly caress her ass.

  Kissing my way down over her underwear, I reach where I know she needs me the most.

  The soft cotton is wet under my tongue as I press an open mouth kiss right where I know her clit is.

  Oh, yes, she jumps and grabs my shoulders as the shock hits her system.

  Holding her ass firmly, I look up as her pants become harsher.

  “Boone! Boone, please!”

  Her breathless pleas are all I need.

  If I could stay here forever, just listening to her, tasting her and feeling her under my hands and tongue, I would.

  It’s heaven and hell as I slowly pull her underwear down to expose my prize.

  When her underwear reaches her knees, I look back up to assess her expression. She appears to be holding her breath.

  “You’re perfect here.” I accentuate my statement by slowly swirling my thumb down into her wet blonde curls.

  They are perfect. Just slightly darker where her wet juices have saturated them.

  Using both hands, I run my thumbs together from her opening to her clit, gently peeling her lips back to expose her wet hood and clit.

  I can’t resist leaning in and gently licking.

  Her taste explodes across my tongue. Sweet and tangy. I’m lost.

  So good. She’s so good.

  My control is slipping.

  I’m thankful I’m wearing pants. She makes me want to explode just from her taste.

  Her quick intake of breath tells me she’s not unaffected. Looking up, I can’t help but confirm one more time.

  “Okay?”

  “Yes. Perfect.”

  I couldn’t agree with her words more.

  Slipping my tongue between her folds, I savor the flavor that is my Margot.

  Perfect is the understatement of the year.

  Her sweet, slick cunt opens to me, and I moan as my tongue lowers deeper inside her.

  I realize her underwear has dropped to the floor, and
she’s grabbing the shelves as her hips arch into the rhythm of my tongue.

  Pulling her left thigh over my right shoulder, I grasp her left butt cheek and pull her closer onto my wet tongue.

  Swirling and sucking, I let her know exactly how much I need her. All of her.

  Her right hand steadies herself on the shelf as her left threads through my hair again.

  She’s lost all semblance of control too as she rides my face as eagerly as my tongue plunges into her pussy.

  Using my right hand, I slide it between her legs and slowly work my thumb against her opening. Silky, dripping, and very tight.

  I feel her start to pull my thumb gently inside. I concentrate on licking and sucking her clit in a steady rhythm, so she has no choice but to come on my face.

  Her breathless panting is escalating, and I look up to enjoy the sight of her losing control.

  As I press my thumb firmly against the front wall of her tight cunt, I suck hard.

  It feels surreal as she arches above me, body tightening, moaning long and low.

  I feel her come apart in my hands, and I’m sure heaven will never be better than this.

  She’s so beautiful, so responsive.

  I’m sure she was made specifically for me.

  Now it’s just a matter of convincing her.

  It may take time, but someday, I’ll make sure she knows it just as well as I do.

  Margot

  I’m breathing heavily. My knees are shaking like crazy. If Boone wasn’t holding me, I would fall to the floor.

  God, this man has some skills.

  Even though he made me come, I need more.

  I need more of him.

  My pussy is throbbing with the need to have him inside me.

  It’s been too long, and to be this close to him again…I can’t wait another second.

  I thread one hand into his hair and tug on it. He doesn’t move.

  “Boone! I need you. Now. Please.”

  He growls, and I gasp.

  It’s on.

  I grab the top of his jeans and work the button free and slide the zipper down. Boone knocks my hands away to tug the jeans down. He’s not wearing boxers, so his cock springs free.

  I only have a second to admire him before he places his hands on my hips.

  “Wrap your legs around me baby,” he says.

  I do as he says without hesitation.

  His erection rubs against my folds once I have my legs secured around him.