Complicated Love

by Harper Phoenix

  He takes my hand and guides me to his cock, which is pretty much bulging out of the fly of his jeans.

  ‘A fuck load,’ he answers, gliding his hands around my waist and to my ass. He sits me on the bed and unbuttons his fly. His jeans are gaping open, and for the first time, I look at the ‘V’ shape he has that practically points down to his dick. As he kicks off his jeans and boxers, I scoot backwards on his bed. He crawls up my body until we are eye to eye.

  ‘I love you,’ he says right before he captures my lips in a kiss that literally takes my breath away. Slow, sensual, and with so much meaning. He gives me all of his feelings in just that one kiss, and I answer, giving him my own. His fingers find my folds, and before I know it, I’m biting my lip again, to keep from making any sound.

  ‘Don’t hold back, Maiya. The music is loud enough.’ As he says it he puts pressure on my clit with his thumb and curls his fingers inside me. I moan, and I’m so thankful for the music. His lips take mine again, and I moan into his mouth, as he pulls out his fingers and pushes himself inside. He feels amazing, moving against me. His lips and tongue are so gentle. He’s loving me—making love to me. This is what I imagine the definition of making love to be. I am not in control, but I don’t feel like he’s taking it from me. It feels right. And so damn good. I am giving myself over to him, and it’s amazing. Every thrust is slow and determined. His kisses and nips along my neck all add to the sensations I’m feeling. His hand moves down my leg and pulls up my knee towards my chest, and, oh… he’s even deeper still. His eyes close minutely, and it gives me such a thrill because I’m the reason for the pleasure I am seeing on his face. ‘You feel so good, Maiya.’ I bite my lip in response. ‘So fucking good,’ he says again. I throw my head back and groan when I feel my climax approaching. Yes. Yes.

  ‘Ohh… Brad…’ I can’t get anything more out because it hits me like a tidal wave and affects my whole body all at once. ‘Aaahhhh… Yes…’

  ‘Come for me, beautiful,’ he hums in my ear, and that is my undoing. I shatter into a million pieces, and I’m not sure I will ever be the same again. I come back to my senses only to watch his orgasm take hold. His thrusts become harder and longer as he comes. He buries his face in my neck and kisses me there as his ragged breathing slows to normal. He is laid on top of me, and it feels amazing, I don’t feel trapped or restrained—I feel loved and cherished. I hold back the tears that threaten to come, and that damn tickling in my throat because I don’t want to ruin this moment. I feel free. It’s stupid, but I actually feel freer at this moment than I’ve ever felt my whole life.

  ‘I love you so much,’ I whisper. And as if he’s coming to his senses, he looks at me and realises that he’s on top of me. I see panic cross his face as he moves to get up, but I hold him in place with my arms around his neck. ‘Let’s just stay like this for a while?’

  That gets me a cute smile, and holding his weight on his forearms, he tilts his head to the side as his eyes take me in.

  ‘How did I not see you coming?’ he asks.

  I frown and giggle. ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘You came, and my whole life changed. My whole outlook on life. Everything just makes sense now. All the stuff my parents used to tell me that I thought was bullshit because I would never have what they had, but now I do, and I fucking love it, Maiya.’

  ‘I do too.’

  ‘Yeah? Good ‘cause you’re stuck with this schmuck for the rest of your life.’

  ‘I’m okay with that.’

  ‘I want to buy our own place, and have a family. Fuck, Maiya, I know it’s not urgent right now, but I want it all.’

  The tears spill in rivers down both cheeks, and there is no stopping them now. I can’t even begin to put into words how happy that makes me.

  ‘I want it all too,’ I tell him, and his lips take mine in the most tender kiss we’ve ever shared.

  That night we eat dinner with his parents. His mum gets all the baby photos out, and we go through each year and phase of his life.

  ‘Brad was meant to be the first of many children,’ his mum begins, ‘but after him, we were never able to conceive again.’

  ‘I’m so sorry,’ I tell her genuinely.

  ‘Mum, you know this is why I’m especially awesome right?’ Brad says, trying to lighten the mood as always.

  ‘Well, we did have our hands full with you,’ his dad says. ‘Into everything as a little one and never wanting to do anything unless he wasn’t supposed to,’ his dad tells me lovingly.

  We reminisce for a big part of the night, and I hear stories of when Brad was a little boy and how he and Jared were inseparable, and the trouble they got themselves into. Some of the stories are hilarious, and I can picture them now I’ve seen the photos. They were both so handsome as young boys, and when I look at Brad and watch as he laughs and converses with his parents, I know this is the kind of love I want for our kids. For me and Brad to love each other like his parents do and to love our kids unconditionally. That doesn’t seem like a lot to ask anymore. Not after Brad’s words earlier. I smile as I watch him with his family.

  ‘And when you give us grandchildren, I will be over the moon,’ his mum says.

  ‘Lilly, you’ll scare the poor girl away.’

  ‘Yeah, mum, give us a chance…’ Brad says with a smile to his words as he takes my hand.

  I smile and tell his mum. ‘One day.’

  She grins like I’ve just told her we are already having a baby. My thoughts go back to the baby I never did have, but no sooner do I start to feel sad, Brad seems to notice, and pulls me over to sit in his lap. His parents both leave for the kitchen to ‘wash up’ and I hear them as the door closes.

  ‘Well she is lovely,’ Lilly says. ‘And so beautiful.’ I look at Brad, and he grins.

  ‘She is, Lilly, absolutely. I’m so happy for them.’ The door closes, and although I’m sure that isn’t the end of their conversation, I can’t hear anymore. Brad however can.

  ‘Grandkids,’ he says smirking. ‘They want a fuck load. Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me, huh?’

  I laugh and snuggle into his shoulder. He smells divine.

  I WAKE UP before Maiya. I’m excited like a little fucking kid. I look over at the clock on my bedside, and it’s only six a.m.. Too early to wake her. What I’d really like to do right now is wake her up with my head between her legs and give her a Christmas orgasm before she even opens her eyes. But I’m shit scared it’ll freak her out, not telling her beforehand, so I wait. I get bored fucking quick though because I want to give her the gifts I bought for her. And I obviously have a raging hard on because let’s be honest, when don’t I around her?

  Impatient motherfucker that I am, I decide to move around, making the bed move, as I pull the covers away from her body and bounce a little harder than I should on my side, trying to rouse her. She stirs a bit but doesn’t wake. I have her gifts tucked away in my bag, and the more I look over at it, the more it feels like they are burning a hole in the bag.

  I decide to make breakfast. Of course, when I get there, mum has already been up an hour and has shit all ready to cook and the table set. The whole nine yards.

  ‘Mum, you work too damn hard,’ I tell her, smiling.

  ‘Merry Christmas, Bradley.’ I fucking hate it when she uses that name—reminds me of when I’d get in trouble as a kid, but I don’t pull her up on it.

  ‘Merry Christmas, mum.’ I go over and kiss her cheek, hugging her close.

  ‘I miss you, son. You should come home more often.’

  ‘I know, mum, and I miss you too, but you know how it is.’

  ‘I do, and if I’d known you were all going to America I wouldn’t have been very happy, let me tell you.’ She freaks out over pack shit. Always has with dad and always will with me. Dad understands because he does it just like I do. But I guess, at least having him here on pack land, is different. I’m out there in the world, away from them, and they have no say on anything we do un
der Jared’s alpha rule.

  ‘I know, mum but I’ve told you before, Jared is a good alpha. He leads well, and Howard and I have his back, always.’

  ‘I just wish you could have been a worker, you know, providing for the pack instead of doing… well, you know what I mean. I’ve spent many a night worried your father won’t come home and it’s worse, much bloody worse, knowing you’re out there doing that stuff too.’

  ‘Mum, we get stuff done between us. We make a good team. You shouldn’t worry so much, okay?’

  ‘Ha… you wait until you have your own kids, then you will understand. Which reminds me, you should definitely start working on that soon.’

  This is my mother all over. Lecture on one thing then gets totally get distracted by something else—she can go on like this for hours if you let her.

  ‘Mum, seriously, that day will come, I promise you. Just not yet, okay? I want to enjoy us. Just for a little while—we have plenty of time for babies.’

  ‘Yes, but don’t make me an old grandmother. I want to be able to enjoy my grandchildren while I’m still fit enough to run around after them.’

  I laugh at her, and she giggles, making me hug her again.

  ‘Love you, mum.’

  ‘Love you too, son.’

  I kiss her forehead and move to the coffee machine, which is already set up and has fresh coffee in the pot.

  ‘Mum, you’re an angel,’ I tell her, pouring a cup and gesturing if she wants one. She nods, and I get her regular mug from the cupboard and pour her some too. I love coffee at home because they have cream. Not just milk. It’s the best fucking coffee ever—never tastes the same anywhere else. I pass her a cup over, and she takes a sip, humming in appreciation as she does. I get my love of coffee from her—dad can take it or leave it, preferring tea. Me and mum can’t function without it. It’s definitely a fucking addiction on my part.

  I grab another cup and tell mum I’ll be down as soon as Maiya wakes up. I kiss her head as I pass, and she starts fussing again over shit that’s already perfect.

  Maiya is definitely stirring when I open the door. The coffee helps some I’m sure. But she starts her usual stretching, which is totally cute, and all the blood rushes to my dick as usual.

  ‘Morning, sleepyhead,’ I whisper as I put her coffee on the bedside table.

  ‘Mmm,’ she mumbles with her eyes still closed. ‘Why are you awake so early?’ she says cracking a lid and checking out the clock.

  ‘Because I woke up with wood and wanted to do dirty stuff to you…’

  She smiles. ‘You did?’

  ‘I do.’

  She grins, and I know what her next words are going to be before she says them.

  ‘Let me just brush my teeth.’

  I roll my eyes.

  ‘Babe, toothpaste and coffee taste like shit together. Drink your coffee. I can wait. I might sulk a bit, but I’m a big boy. I can be all patient and shit.’

  She giggles as I sit on the bed.

  ‘I’m really thinking I could do with another hour of sleep.’

  I growl. She’s fucking teasing me. She pulls the covers up over her head as she laughs. And that’s it. I can’t take it anymore. Fuck patience. I peel the covers up from the bottom of the bed and grab her by the ankles, pulling her towards me. I tickle her, and she screams, kicking her legs out at me.

  ‘Shhhhhh.’ I laugh as I reach her mouth, kissing her whether she likes it or not. She mumbles against my lips, but she opens up, and my tongue slides in, and then she’s putty in my hands. I don’t give a crap about morning breath, and she will have to learn not to either. Morning sex and morning kisses are going to be a regular occurrence. I break the kiss and move down her body. She has slept naked, something she’s only just got comfortable with, so I have easy access to her pussy.

  ‘I wanna kiss these lips for a while,’ I tell her, mumbling against her clit. Her knees come up and her legs open, giving me all the access I want. Fucking perfect. I’m hot as fuck under the duvet though, so I work my feet, pulling it down the bed, so I don’t have to stop what I’m doing. I love the taste of her on my tongue. I work her up so much that her legs are trembling and she tries like fuck to push me away because the climax is too much, but one thing I’ve learned is to bring her through it and down from it, and then I can take her right back up again. When I look up, she has a pillow pressed against her face, muffling the sounds she’s making. It’s so fucking funny, I laugh at the sight. I move up and over her body, and slide home until I’m all the way in.

  ‘Go slowly. I can’t be quiet,’ she says wide-eyed. I chuckle and nibble on her earlobe.

  ‘Sure you can, babe,’ I say, slowly moving in and out, making her breath hitch. She makes me feel like a fucking king the way she reacts to my body. I take her slowly so I don’t embarrass her, but I need a little more,

  ‘Turn over for me,’ I ask.

  She does, and with her arse in the air, I push inside. I have more leverage this way, and I can get deeper. She has the added bonus of being able to smush her face up against the pillows. Win win. Her hand comes out at the side like she’s trying and failing to grab something. A sure sign she’s on her way back up. I grit my teeth and go for it like a champ. I come right around the same time that she screams out my name for the whole house to hear. I practically roar out my own orgasm, feeling like king shit on his throne. I give her everything I’ve got, and I feel like I come for ages. She takes it all. When I pull out and lay beside her, she smacks my shoulder, albeit half-assed.

  ‘I told you to go slowly. Now I can’t leave this room, or I’ll die of embarrassment,’ she huffs, but she’s smiling.

  ‘Couldn’t help it, sorry,’ I say, but I’m not fucking sorry, not at all. And she knows it.

  ‘Sorry, my arse.’

  ‘It’s a very nice arse. I can show it how sorry I am?’

  ‘You aren’t coming near me again while we’re here. I can’t believe you made me scream like that.’

  ‘Yeah… yeah, we’ll see.’

  ‘I’m not leaving this room,’ she complains.

  ‘That’s okay—we’ll bring Christmas in here. Mum and dad will have no problem sitting their arses at the end of the bed.’

  She swats at me, but I block her easily. ‘You wouldn’t dare.’

  I raise my browns and give her my best, ‘you sure about that’ look.

  ‘Gah. I’m going to be so embarrassed. They’ll so know we were having sex.’

  I nearly fall off the bed. I’m laughing so hard.

  ‘Maiya, they know anyway. You making noise makes not a shit of difference. They know because they can smell it all over you. You have my bonding scent, and when we’ve had sex, it’s a shit load stronger,’ I tell her, laughing.

  ‘Fucking wolves,’ she grumbles. ‘How can I sit and eat lunch with your parents, reeking of sex with their only son?’

  I laugh again, and she slaps my arm. ‘It’s a real problem, Brad! Stop laughing,’ she says, bursting out laughing herself.

  ‘They’ll just be glad we’re practising for grandbabies.’

  She closes her eyes, smiling, and shakes her head. ‘I swear I’m not leaving this room for at least a couple of hours.’

  ‘Okay, deal. Now can I give you your gifts?’

  ‘Gifts, plural? As in more than one?’

  I nod, smiling. ‘Brad, I only had time for one. We talked about this!’

  ‘I know, I know, but I couldn’t help it, and Zoe helped, so I got carried away.’ I move from the bed, put on some joggers and I pull out the gifts. Zoe wrapped them too because I’m shit at that and I wanted them to look good. I pull out the first gift. I chose it myself. I hand it to her, and she opens it like it’s delicate, peeling the sticky-tape off so carefully, trying not to rip the paper. I get frustrated quickly because I want the fucking thing open so I can see her reaction. The anticipation is killing me. After she messes for at least two minutes straight, I lose my shit.

  ‘Babe? R
ip the damn paper. You’re killing me here. We ain’t keeping the paper!’

  She looks like I just slapped her face. ‘It’s sentimental.’

  How do I fucking argue with that?

  ‘Fine!’ I huff. ‘Take your time. Dinner will be around noon.’ I mess, playing like I’m taking a nap, and she swats at my chest, laughing. Finally, one side of the gift is open, and she slides it out and the second lot of wrapping makes me roll my fucking eyes. It’s like a tissue paper this time though, and it tears when she pulls the tape.

  I can’t help it. I reach for it and yank at one side, tearing it open. The look she gives me could kill me dead, except it changes when she sees what’s poking out of the paper. It’s sexy as fuck and honesty that’s what I was thinking about when I picked it. Not how fucking pretty it is. But of course, that’s what she thinks.

  ‘Brad, it’s so pretty I love it. Thank you so much.’ She kisses me, and I take it all. Thank fuck I got that one right.

  ‘I’ve gotta be honest, I was a bit selfish when I picked that present, I think really it was more for me—not gonna lie,’ I tell her shrugging my shoulders. It makes her laugh though, and that’s the best sound in the world. I can’t wait to see that on her so I can take my time taking it off her. Lace does something to me, and on Maiya, fuck. Can’t get sexier than that. She’s busy getting all fussy over the underwear, so I get the second gift. It’s a big one, and her eyes practically leap out of her head, and she looks pissed. Shit.

  ‘Brad, what have you bought?’

  ‘Okay, well, this one I had help with after your day with the girls, so if you hate it, it’s all their fault. But if you love it, then hell, it was all me.’ She rolls her eyes at me and starts to peel off the sticky tape. I feign sleep again and snore real loud, making her giggle. But it makes the tape come off faster, so that’s good. I watch her face as it dawns on her what’s inside. She bites her lip, and her eyes fill with tears.

  ‘Wow, Brad, I’ve always wanted these. I love them. Thank you.’ She kisses me before she’s even properly unwrapped them, so that’s a good sign. The girls had told me how she wanted the full set of Harry Potter books, so I went one further and got her the limited-edition ones. This kiss alone was worth it, and we almost take it one step further except she pulls back from me.