Broken Ties (The Broken Brother Series Book 2)

by C. J. Allison

  “Okay, buckaroo. Time for a bath. Does Daddy want another lesson?” Alyse asks in which K.C. nods his head yes for me. This makes me laugh, which in turn, makes K.C. laugh and then Alyse. I’ve never laughed this much over such simple things before. We all three are sitting on the couch giggling to the point of tears.

  Bath time was so fun. It let me pretend to be a kid again. I almost dropped my shorts and climbed in with him. There was water everywhere. Playing with his little animals that could spray water was the best. I got Alyse a few times, and of course, I aimed for the chest area. This earned me a few teasing slaps, but the way her nipples started to stand at attention, I knew she liked it. I had to adjust myself a few times and try to think of something other than wanting nothing more than to have those beautiful breasts in my mouth again.

  I asked if I could read him a story and put him to bed. I even put on his diaper and pajamas, with Alyse’s help. At least there were snaps and not buttons.

  With his bottle gripped tightly in his chubby hands, he snuggles into my arms. Alyse hands me a book and leaves the room. I read a story about ten fat turkeys. It’s actually pretty funny. There’s a repetitious saying of gobble gobble wibble wobble where K.C. tries to say it along with me. With the bottle in his mouth and his limitation of being able to really speak words clearly, it comes out so endearing. I can’t even describe the words, you would have to hear it for yourself.

  By the end of the first few pages of the book, I feel his body go limp in my arms. The bottle is hanging from his lips that are hanging open. I set the bottle on the little table sitting beside the chair and wipe his mouth with my shirt. I sit there with him in my arms and take in his sleeping form. I see myself in him so clearly, but I also see Alyse. He’s a great combination of the two of us. I lift him up so I can place a kiss on his forehead. He smacks his lips and makes a cute little face. I stand up and walk over to his crib. I have no idea how I’m supposed to get him in there.

  As I’m staring at the front of the crib, looking and seeing there has to be a way to lower the front, Alyse walks in. Her eyes look like she may have been crying.

  “Are you okay?” I whisper.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Just say I was spying a little and that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” She wipes her eyes and let out a puff of air.

  Grabbing the sides of the crib, she lowers the front. I step forward and place my son gently down inside. He stirs a little but doesn’t wake. I wrap my arms around Alyse’s shoulders and pull her into my side.

  I know she said she didn’t have expectations. I’m trying not to have any either, but this feels good. This feels right. I developed feelings for this girl over the last eighteen months.

  Since we’ve been sharing emails, the feelings have gotten stronger. As we look down at this incredible human being that we created, the feelings just solidify. I want this. I want us to be a family. Now I just hope I can convince her to feel the same way.

  “I can’t say this enough. He’s beautiful, Alyse. Thank you for keeping him and giving me one of the greatest gifts a man could ever get,” I say, kissing the top of her head.

  She rubs my arm and kisses my hand. “I couldn’t imagine not having him. Thank you for giving him to me. Oh, I hung your clothes in my bedroom and dragged your bag in there as well. I don’t want to be presumptuous, I just wanted them out of the way. What do you have in that bag anyway? I literally had to drag it.”

  “You didn’t have to do that. I would have gotten it. There’s basically everything I own in there. There’s a few things back at the barracks, but yeah, pretty much all I own as far as clothes go,” I say, walking Alyse backwards out of K.C.’s room.

  “Are you the one dragging me this time?” Alyse says with a snicker.

  “Not what I meant to do. Just can’t seem to stop looking at him,” I say as I continue to walk us backwards.

  “I used to sit in here almost every night and just watch him sleep. He makes such cute faces sometimes,” she says.

  “Can I just sleep in here tonight then? I feel like I need to catch up, to capture every second that I can. I hate that I’m going to be leaving again and missing moments that I’ll never get back,” I say, suddenly feeling depressed.

  “There’s Skype, and now that you know about him, I don’t have to hide. We can Skype every chance we get. It won’t be the same as being here, but it’s close.” She stops and turns into me, pressing her cheek into my chest.

  “The thoughts going through my head when you made excuses of why we couldn’t Skype, I can’t even explain. I’m not a very secure person,” I say, taking one last look at K.C. before I round us around the corner.

  “I’m sorry about that. I realize now that I probably should have just told you. I feel like I kept you from seeing some important things. I promise I will never let you miss another moment.” She chokes up a little at the end.

  “I didn’t mean it to make you feel guilty. Let’s just stop talking about it. It’s in the past, and I have so much more to look forward to in the future,” I say as I hold her tighter.

  I lift her chin to look up at me and can see her eyes are glistening with a few tears. I use both of my thumbs to wipe them away. I take her face fully in my hands and lean down to lightly rub my lips against hers. I feel her tongue peek out and run across my upper lip. It sends a jolt of pleasure straight down my spine. Reaching down, I lift her up making her wrap her legs around my waist. Wearing these loose sweat shorts does nothing to contain my hardness.

  We devour each other’s mouths as I maneuver us to her bedroom. Tossing her on the bed, I grab the bottom of the leggings she is wearing and pull them off with one quick yank. She pulls off her shirt and takes off her bra. I stand at the foot of her bed and take her in. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

  “Jesus, Alyse. You are incredible. How did I get so lucky?” I say as I slip off my shorts.

  “Me? Kaden, you are like a God. Do you not ever look in the mirror?” she says as she rolls over and pulls out a condom from her bedside table.

  “Thank fuck you are prepared this time. I have them, but they are buried,” I say as I crawl on the bed and pull off her panties.

  I can see she’s ready for me, but I want to take my time and devour this woman. I take her foot in my hand and lay a soft kiss on the arch of her foot. I watch as she squirms as she plays with her nipples. I continue to kiss my way up her leg until I reach the apex of her thigh. I latch on and suck hard to leave a mark. I can smell her sweetness. She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I push her knees apart.

  I can’t wait anymore. I can’t tease anymore. I want to taste her. I use my tongue to dive in, spreading her. I instantly find her engorged clit and suck it with my lips as I flick it with my tongue. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me into her. I slip two fingers into her and curl them up. I feel her tighten and her wetness runs down my hand.

  I can tell she is close, so I stop, receiving a growl. I grab the condom and rip it open. I continue to kiss up her body as I slip it on. Once I reach her neck, I slowly guide myself to her opening.

  We both sigh as I slide in until I’m fully seated. I feel her pulse around me, and I know I’m not going to last long. I want to feel her let loose around me. I grab both of her legs and pull them up to my shoulders. I run my arms under her shoulders and lift up on my forearms.

  Pulling her down as I thrust up, I pick up speed. I hear her gasp and tighten even more. I can feel the tingle roll down to my balls and I get even harder. She digs her nails into my back and her legs become like a vice around my neck. A tremble rumbles through her body as I feel myself let go. I feel like my head is going to blow off as I empty inside the condom. I wish I could have been free of the condom again. I shake my head of the thought.

  “That was amazing. Holy shit, Kaden…” she puffs out.

  I bury my face into her neck taking a deep breath. I don’t want to move, but I need to take care of the condom, and I’m
afraid I’m crushing her.

  After cleaning up, we snuggle under the covers and both fall quickly to sleep.

  I didn’t have any nightmares. It was the best sleep I’ve had since the last time I was with her.

  I wake up as soon as the sun peaks through the window. I can hear baby sounds coming from K.C. I don’t want to move, but I’m excited to spend some more time with him and try to do some Daddy duties.

  I glance over and see Alyse’s tangled mop of hair snuggled under the blankets. I can only see a part of her nose and it makes me laugh.

  I throw on my shorts and head quickly to the bathroom. After I’m finished and washed my hands, I walk into K.C.’s room. He’s pulled himself up and is bounding up and down. As soon as he sees me he starts bouncing even more with a huge smile on his face.

  “Up! Da! Up!” he coos.

  “Good morning, little man,” I call out as I swoop him up from his crib. His diaper feels like it’s expanded twice its size. Oh boy, guess I’ll find out if I can do this on my own.

  Laying him down on the changing table, I get him out of his onesie. Simple snaps at the crotch are easy enough. I remember to grab something to cover him as soon as I undo the old diaper. In a matter of seconds, I’ve successfully changed his diaper on my own. Re-snapping the closure, I pick him up and head into the kitchen.

  “Okay now what?” I ask myself. I remember Alyse giving him cereal last night, so I start with that. I secure K.C. in his high chair with a little struggle and look around the kitchen. I see a coffee pot, so I decide to start that first.

  “Sorry I slept in. Wow, thank you. You are going to spoil me. I’m not used to having extra hands in the morning,” Alyse says, rubbing her eyes.

  She’s wearing my t-shirt. And nothing else. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I just stand there staring at her, noticing that her hair is now brushed. Moving my eyes from the top of her head down to her cute little polished toes.

  Giving me a little shy smile, she asks, “What?” with a tone of innocence.

  “You know what. Don’t act all innocent,” I say smiling, reaching down to cup myself.

  Clearing her throat and tucking her head, she smiles even wider. Going over to the coffee pot, she watches as it brews. As if trying to change the subject she says, “Thank you, again.”

  I decide to take her lead and not push it, although I feel like I’m comfortable enough to banter with her. I’ve always had difficulty finding the right words, but with Alyse, they seem to come easier every day.

  Chapter Twelve

  Alyse

  Iwake to find the bed empty and panic a little at first. I had flashbacks of the last time we were together. Then I see his bag still sitting on the floor and his dress clothes still hanging from the back of my closet door.

  I snag his t-shirt off the floor and rush to the bathroom. My hair is a wreck, and I feel a little embarrassed that he saw me this way.

  I hear noises coming from the kitchen. Glancing in K.C.’s room, I see it’s empty. I hope Kaden did okay on his own. I can’t believe I slept in.

  Rounding the corner, I see K.C. in his high chair and Kaden standing looking around like he’s trying to figure out what to do. I take in his strong, wide shoulders and expansive chest. The way the morning sun is shining through the window makes incredible shadows across his body. The muscles seeming to be more defined.

  I see his eyes flare when he notices me. I was hoping to get that reaction. I try to play it off, but I can’t help the smile he puts on my face with his compliments. When I notice him grabbing himself, I almost melt to the floor.

  I pour myself a cup of coffee and thank him. I think I thanked him a few times already. I could really get used to this. You don’t realize how just one extra set of hands can be so helpful.

  I quickly mix up some baby cereal and hand the bowl and spoon to Kaden. He takes it with a smile and sits down next to K.C.

  I start cooking us breakfast and continue to watch the tender moment. The simple act of a father feeding his son is so much more meaningful to me. I’ll never take it for granted. I almost didn’t get to have this opportunity.

  I feel tears start to form and I try hard to swallow the lump in my throat. I feel his strong chest press against my back and his arms wrap around my waist.

  “What’s wrong?” he whispers in my ear.

  “Watching you two. I had my doubts and worries that I’d never get to see it. Never find you,” I say, using a sleeve to wipe my eyes.

  “I’m so grateful that you did. I really like being a dad,” he says, kissing my temple.

  “You’re a natural,” I say, leaning back into him. “Now we’ll see how much you like it in about a half hour when the poop monster appears.”

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  He handled it better than I thought, only gagging once. I saw his eyes watering at one point, and I couldn’t stop laughing. I stood in the doorway and held my nose while capturing it on video. I may have over dramatized it a bit, but I couldn’t help it. It was really humorous to watch such a big guy be overwhelmed with a soiled diaper. I get it though. This kid can really produce some hefty results.

  I ran down to the deli just once to check on everything. K.C. went down for a nap with Kaden standing over his crib watching him.

  It’s not even been a full twenty-four hours that we’ve been together, yet I can feel myself falling for him. He’s attentive and responsive. He listens to me when I talk and actually hears me. When I got emotional this morning, he was right there asking me what was wrong. It’s like he can sense my emotions. He’s so smart, but he doesn’t make me feel like I’m an idiot.

  One day and I can’t imagine him not being a part of our lives. Knowing that he’ll be leaving for three months is almost terrifying.

  When I get back to the apartment, I find Kaden laying on the couch with K.C. on his chest. Both are fast asleep. I grab my phone and quickly take a picture. I snuggle up on the love seat and drift off as well.

  I wake up to the soft sounds of laughing and shushing. Kaden is sitting cross-legged on the floor with K.C. in front of him. They are playing with one of his shape puzzles. I suddenly sit up when I realize what is happening.

  Kaden is holding a piece behind his back as he asks, “What color is the triangle?”

  “Boo!” K.C. says with excitement.

  “Good job, little man. Yes, the triangle is blue,” Kaden says, holding out the blue triangle as K.C. places it in its place.

  “Okay, this one may be harder. What color is the square?” Kaden asks.

  “Wed,” K.C. says after a few seconds.

  “Right again. The square is red,” Kaden says, handing him the piece as K.C. puts it where it belongs on the board.

  “Oh my goodness! I had no idea he knew this. Kaden, how?” I exclaim.

  “Smartest little man around. I don’t know. I just sat down and started pointing each out naming the shape and color. He started repeating me, so I thought I’d test his memory. Boy’s got skills. I remember my mom telling me how I picked up colors quickly. I have a photographic memory, so I wanted to see if he took after me. Seems he does. Alyse, he’s going to be reading before he’s two. I did,” Kaden says, smiling.

  “Yeah, he certainly didn’t get it from me. I definitely didn’t talk. I don’t think I even formulated words correctly until I was two. Reading?” I ask with surprise.

  “I bet if you keep reading that turkey book to him every night, he’ll be reading it from memory alone very soon. He was trying to read along with me last night,” Kaden says, rubbing to top of K.C.’s head and standing.

  “I need to get ready. Rigs is going to be here soon,” Kaden says as he comes over and places a kiss on my forehead.

  I just sit there and stare at my little boy in wonder. I don’t want him to grow up, though. I also don’t want to hold him back, either. He’s a complete wonder.

  When Kaden walks out I almost swallow my tongue. His dress shirt is tight and hugging every mu
scle. The dress pants fit perfect. There are no love handles to be seen. He’s got a slight dusting of a beard. Man, I love him with a beard.

  “Wow, you clean up very well,” I say, standing and walking over to him.

  “I’m nervous,” he says.

  “I can understand that. It’ll be okay. Take pictures and make memories. I know it will be fine. Rigs told me a little about Bryce. Seems like he is in a good place now. I’m sure he will be excited to be reunited with you again,” I say, placing my hands on his waist.

  He pulls me into his arms and tilts my head up with a finger under my chin. “Thank you. You calm me. I’ll see you later tonight.”

  “Okay, I can’t wait to hear how it goes,” I say, pushing up on my tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek.