by Cindy Wilder
He continued to lick and suck me, as his finger entered me. I gripped his hair tight in my hand, as my other hand went to my breast. Kyle's eyes were on me the entire time. My head fell, my back arched, and my fingers rolled my nipple and pinched it.
"Fuck," I heard him groan.
The vibration from his chest had my hips thrusting against his mouth. He fucked me with his finger hard and fast. My body moved against him. I couldn't take it. My need to come was so intense. He hooked his finger and clamped down on my clit, and I exploded crying out his name over and over.
When my body relaxed back onto the bed, he was looking up at me.
"I need you, Kyle," I whispered.
He began his move up my body, and I shook.
"You cold?" he asked.
I shook my head no and smiled.
"I've seen you almost every day for over a month and barely been able to touch you. It feels like a dream being with you again."
"It's not a dream, baby," he said. "You and the baby are my reason to live. I love you so much. I'm going to work hard every day for my family. I plan on showing you every single minute how important you are to me."
His mouth landed on mine again. Each of his hands was on the sides of my head, as his body hovered over mine. I loved the warmth of his skin on mine. It made me feel safe. My hands moved up and down his chest. I needed to touch him. When he entered me, he swallowed my moans and my back arched to get closer to him. He stretched me slowly. Once he filled me completely, I felt a tear slip from the corner of my eye.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Perfect," I said.
He pulled back and thrust into me hard and stilled.
"Mine," he growled. "You are mine, baby. I will never give you a reason not to be. I've been in love with you since the day I opened that door to see you standing there. I will love you until the day I die. This is where I belong. Will you be with me, baby? Will you give me your forever? Will you make me the happiest man in the world? Will you be my wife?"
My eyes widened. It was taking all I had not to rock my hips against him. I froze when he said that.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "If you change your mind, it will crush me, Kyle."
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Carrie. You're it for me. Every moment I was gone, you were the one that kept me going. I love you, sweetheart."
"Of course I'll marry you, Kyle," I said. "I need you to do something for me now."
"Anything," he said, with concern in his eyes.
"Fuck me," I demanded.
He shook his head and pulled my head back to open my neck for him again. His mouth came down and sucked hard, as he began to move inside of me again. I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs around his waist. My hips came off the bed meeting each of his thrusts. I memorized each of his movements. His arms tightened each time he pumped into me. When his teeth bit into my neck, I yelped. It wasn't going to be long before I would be exploding into another orgasm. Just touching him was enough to do it. My hands gripped his back, and I felt my nails dig into his skin. His thrusts became quicker and more aggressive. My body began moving up the bed each time he hit that amazing spot deep inside of me. I cried out his name and brought my hips up to meet him.
"Fuck, harder," I cried, as I held him tight.
He slammed into me, as his mouth came down on mine. His kiss was deep and commanding. It was a side of him I couldn't get enough of. When his mouth moved down and he pinched my nipple between his teeth, I screamed out and exploded into a million tiny pieces. My cries mixed with his name as I rode out the most amazing orgasm. My fingers dug deeper into his back. He let out a roar, as he slammed into me and filled me. His cock twitched with each burst. It was the most amazing feeling ever. His body came down on mine. I loved his warmth. It was one thing I could never go without again. He rolled us to the side without ever pulling out of me.
I couldn't help but think about how amazing my life was. The love of my life was home. He had a long way to go, but I would be there with him. Our son was asleep in the next room. We were all together, and that was all that would ever matter. My thoughts drifted back to me telling him I never wanted to count on anyone, and I never wanted anyone to count on me. I was so wrong. My life was a million times better with him by my side. It wasn't about counting on anyone. It was about being there to support the other person. With each other to lean on, anything was possible.
Things had only gotten better from there. Kyle worked hard every day to strengthen his body and mind. He learned to do everything for himself and barely ever asked for anything. There were times he struggled, but I never stepped in to help unless he asked. It wasn't always easy for me.
He began visiting the hospital twice a week to see the nurses and other members of the service that were there. I went with him until he felt confident enough to drive himself. It was hard to let him go alone at first, but I knew it was the next step for him. He made some real relationships there. I hoped he was able to help some of them with what they were going through. I knew it made him appreciate his life and how lucky he was. There were so many men and women that had it so much worse than him and didn't have the support he had. It helped him just as much as it helped them. I noticed his dreams waking him less as time passed. We talked more and more about what he had seen and who he had lost while he was gone. He told me he apologized to the nurses for what an ass he had been and thanked them for all of their help. We took something each week for all of the nurses to share. It wasn't always big, but we knew they appreciated it just the same.
We were in bed talking one night, and I looked over at him. He was lucky. Not all of the people in that hospital had someone to fight for them and help them every day. Some of them were on their own and didn't have the resources we had. I knew in that moment that I wanted to start a charity. He grew so much through visiting the hospital, but I knew we could do so much more. We talked for hours that night. I hadn't seen him that excited about something before. He needed to make a difference.
I was over the whole not counting on anyone thing. With my dad in our corner, we would be able to do so much more. It wasn't about me wanting to do it on my own. I knew using my dad's name and company would make everything so much easier and better. If that could help more injured service families, then I was going to use his name as much as I could. I guess I had grown a lot as well.
The next morning, I called my dad to talk about what we wanted to do. I wanted to get his opinion and help with starting our charity. We wanted to help service men and women who couldn't afford to change their homes to fit their needs after an injury. Some of them lived in homes that wouldn't be able to fit their needs and needed to move. He sounded so excited about the idea and wanted to jump right in.
We originally planned to move back home, but neither of us wanted to leave the area we lived in. It was quiet and everyone was friendly. We knew we wanted to raise our little Kyle there. I didn't want Kyle to give up visiting the hospital either. There was so much happiness in his eyes each time he came home.
When my dad came to visit and talk about the charity, I knew we needed to talk about some things. I had found out some very surprising news earlier that morning and was hoping everyone would be happy. Rosie had dinner waiting. My dad was happy to see all of us. He bounced our little man on his knee as he ate. I was surprised by what I was seeing. When dinner was over, I got the baby ready for bed and Kyle tucked him in.
I asked Rosie to join us at the table. Honestly, I needed her support for what was about to come. I watched Kyle, my dad, and Rosie as they waited patiently for me to speak. My hands were shaking so badly and I felt sweat form on my forehead. Rosie looked up at me with a smile as if she knew what was going on, but I hadn't said a word to her or anyone else. I stood up and walked over to Kyle. He put his arm around my lower back. I looked down at him with a smile.
"I know we talked about us moving back home when Kyle was ready," I began.
My dad loo
ked at me and narrowed his eyes.
"We belong here," I said, as I looked at my dad. "I would have never thought that I wanted a slower life. You know how I was. I worked or studied every second. Kyle used to tell me I needed to enjoy life, but I filled every moment with something. Since we've moved into this house, my life has been so different. I've learned what's important. My family is important. I want to watch our kids grow up and be there every second for them. I want to swing on my front porch or run around the backyard. I like it here, and I don't want to go back to a fast paced life. I want to spend every moment with the man I love, and I want to help other families. I want to help people who don't have what we have. We want to stay here."
My dad continued watching me. I knew he was thinking about everything I said.
"If you want to stay here, I'm fine with that," he said. "I have never seen you as happy as you have been with Kyle. You are an amazing mother. I can't tell you two how proud I am of who you are. The things you want to do are awesome, and I will help you every step of the way. I will teach you everything I know and back you as much as I possibly can. You want to stay here?"
"Well," I said. "We want to stay in this area."
I looked down at Kyle who was looking up with a questioning look. Here it goes, I thought.
"I would like to move into a different house."
"What?" Kyle asked.
"I also want Rosie," I said.
She smiled at me, and I felt so much better.
"What do you mean?" my dad asked. "Rosie was staying with you until Kyle had completely recovered. I want Rosie back."
She looked at my dad and laughed. I wrapped my arms around Kyle's neck and looked down at him.
"We don't need all of the things this house is equipped with anymore. Kyle has learned how to do everything without it. I would like a bigger backyard for the kids to play in," I said with no response from Kyle. "I would also like to have an additional bedroom. With starting the charity, visiting the hospital, and two kids, I still need Rosie's help."
Kyle's eyes widened bigger than I had ever seen before. He looked at me for what felt like an eternity.
"Say something," I whispered down at him.
He rose from his chair and wrapped his arms around me.
"A baby?" he asked. "I'm going to be a daddy again?"
I nodded with tears in my eyes. He leaned down and rubbed my belly.
"I'm going to be here every second. Do you hear me?" he said, as he pulled me closer to him. "I'm going to wait on you and take care of you. I'm going to be at every appointment you have. I can't believe this. I love you so much, Carrie."
My dad and Rosie congratulated us. He decided we could keep Rosie forever. I knew she would never have gone back with my dad. She was so happy. Kyle was just as close to her as I was. We both had the mother neither of us ever had. She was part of our family.
Kyle enjoyed looking for a house with me. It was one we decided on together. The new house had an apartment with a separate entrance for Rosie. We wanted her to have her own space. I knew she was going to want to have friends over, and she needed time away from us and the kids. My dad surprised us will all the new furniture and a complete setup for the new baby's room. We kept everything of little Kyle's and moved it all into the new house. The movers came and everything went smoothly. We pulled up in our new driveway and I gasped. The swing from my dad's house was hanging on our new front porch. When we walked into the backyard, it was filled with kid's toys and a swing set. I called my dad and let him know how much we appreciated everything. He asked me to put him on speaker.
"I wanted to let you two know how proud I am of you. I love you both more than you will ever know, and I love those two little ones. I wanted to let you know that I'm not selling the other house. It is completely furnished for a family. There are four bedrooms. Two of them have furniture in them already. I know how important the charity is to you, and that makes me even more proud. We are going to use the house for families that need to visit their loved ones at the hospital and can't afford a hotel. I was thinking if someone needed to stay close like Kyle did, maybe you could let them stay there. I know it's only one house, but it's a start."
I knew tears were streaming down my face by the bucket. My dad was such an amazing man. I couldn't believe I ever doubted him.
With the man I loved standing next to me, I knew we were going to make a difference. If we could help one family a year, I knew it would be worth it. I leaned over and kissed Kyle as he held me close.
"We're home," I said.
"We are," he said. "You used to tell me how you wanted a home of your own. You wanted a place you felt you belonged. You wanted something that was yours. Do you remember?"
I nodded against his chest.
"We have a home of our own now, sweetheart. We will raise our babies here and chase them around this yard. I'm going to rock with you on that porch. I'll even put blankets out for you each night. You and Rosie can plant flowers. I'll tell her to make sure she gets lots of them. I'll show you every single day how much I love you and how special you are to me. I will give you the life you deserve and cherish you every moment. There's only one thing I need to make my life perfect."
He looked down at me and lifted my chin so our eyes were connected. I smiled at him as he pulled the small velvet box from his pocket and went down on one knee.
"It's time to make you my wife, baby," he said. "Will you marry me, Carrie?"
"Of course I will," I said.
He slipped the ring on my finger. When he stood up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
Six months later, we stood in front of a small group of family, nurses, and friends, as we professed our love for each other. I felt and looked like I was going to burst, but I couldn't have been more happy. Kyle had one hand on my belly and our little man in his other arm as he said his vows. He mentioned the night I told him I was going to marry him and I laughed. I couldn't believe he heard me that night. We were announced as man and wife and Rosie came up and wrapped her arms around us. She looked at me and took my cheeks in her hands and leaned in close.
"I told you so," she said.
We both burst out in laughter as Kyle shook his head at us.
Everything was going great with the charity. I was learning so much from my dad. It brought us so much closer together. We held events that turned out better than we could have imagined. In that short amount of time, we were already able to help so many families. I knew we were going to make such a difference. We already had so many ideas on different things we could do to help. Some were small and some were large. My dad brought so many people in to help make a difference. I didn't mind giving him all the credit he deserved, and he really seemed happy being a part of it with us.
We had Kyle added to our little man's birth certificate and changed his last name. I knew how important that was to him and our growing family.
Our baby girl would be with us very soon. We were all waiting to meet her. I was excited that Kyle was going to be by my side but scared at the same time.
Rosie had little Kyle with her at her apartment for the night. She wanted us to have a little alone time before the new baby arrived. I had spaghetti on the table and cheesecake in the fridge when Kyle came through the door. With the biggest smile on my face, I wrapped my arms around his neck and covered his mouth with mine.
"Where's the baby?" he asked.
"At Rosie's," I answered with a wink and a giggle.
He took my hands and led me to the bedroom. Seconds later, we were both naked as he hovered over me. He looked deep into my eyes as he entered me. I knew he could see into my heart. My moans filled the room as my husband made love to me.
"I'm going to miss seeing you pregnant," he said, as we rested in a tangled mess waiting for our breathing to return to normal. "You are so beautiful. I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you with Kyle."
I ran my fingers down his sexy chest.
"You were doing some
thing you needed to do. We wouldn't be where we are today. I don't regret any of it. We're doing what we were supposed to do. We're doing it together," I said just as the first pain hit and I winced.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a worried tone.
"Are you ready to be a daddy again?" I asked.
He was off of that bed faster than I ever thought he could move. I laughed as he moved around the room getting dressed. He looked down at me and narrowed his eyes.
"What's so funny?" he growled.
"Not a thing," I said, as I got up from the bed. "Everything is perfect. It's time to go have a baby."
On the drive to hospital, all I could think about was my wonderful family and the little addition we were about to have. I was so happy Kyle was going to be right there with me.
My life really was like the books. I had finally gotten the man.
The End.
My Stepbrother the Billionaire #1
I sat back in my black leather chair and looked out at the beautiful city through the windows of my new office. All I could think about was how proud I was of the person I was becoming. I had recently turned twenty-two and landed my first job after graduating college. Life was amazing. My resume was out and I worked my ass off sending it to every company in California. I wanted a change, and it was no secret that I had always wanted to move there. Fun and sun were what I wanted for my future. It had only been a few weeks when I was called back for a second interview. Shortly after, I was offered a job. It wasn't a senior position, but I would have plenty of room for advancement. The job was with a highly regarded software company. They had given me a moving allowance and very fair salary. I was able to find an apartment two blocks from the company, and the rent was very reasonable. I was afraid it was going to be a dump but was pleasantly surprised by the size and decency of the place. It gave me a little comfort knowing that the complex was called Rose Garden Apartments. Rose was my middle name. It felt like a sign of good things to come. Everything was working out perfectly, and I couldn't have been happier.
