Unwritten (The Unspoken Series Book 1)

by M. C. Decker

  Holy shit! Rich just asked my dad for his blessing to marry me. I should go back to the bedroom. I shouldn’t be listening to this private conversation. Ahhhh! I can’t help it. I have to listen. It’s like gawking after a car accident. I just can’t stop!

  “Rich, please, call me David,” Dad said. “I had a long talk with my daughter over Christmas and I could tell then that she really cared for you. I’m glad that the two of you were able to work things out. I want nothing more than her happiness and if she agrees to be your wife then I will happily welcome you into my family as my son-in-law.”

  Daddy said yes! Is Rich going to propose today? He did say something about the beach and fireworks over the lake at sunset. How romantic! All of those places would be the perfect setting for a proposal. This kind of stuff only happens in romance novels! Oh my gosh, I need to call Cass … What do I wear? I’d want pictures and I want everything to look perfect – including myself!

  I rushed back to the bedroom, hoping that I hadn’t been caught eavesdropping and went right into the bathroom and started to shower. I stayed in a little longer than normal, hoping that Rich would join me, but he never came. He must still be talking with my dad; the thought of those two actually hitting it off sent tingles up my spine.

  Just as I was leaving the bathroom, Rich entered the bedroom.

  “Mmmm, you’re still wet … just how I like you,” Rich said, not taking his eyes off my towel-wrapped body. “Come closer so I can lick you dry,” he added lasciviously.

  I walked into Rich’s warm embrace, and he started nipping at my earlobes before beginning to lick the droplets of water that had fallen on my neck and shoulders.

  “I was waiting for you in the shower,” I said seductively.

  “Too bad I missed that, but I’m here now,” he said, as he opened the towel and let it fall to the floor, exposing my nude body for his viewing pleasure.

  He continued his assault on my body by licking my cleavage before lapping and nipping on my already alert nipples. I moaned in pleasure which just caused Rich to clamp down a little harder on my taut peeks.

  “Why am I the only one naked here?” I said between moans.

  “Mmmmm … Probably because you’re the only one who just got out of the shower,” he quipped.

  “Being difficult this morning, I see,” I said, as I began unfastening Rich’s belt which I continued to work on as he reached behind himself and pulled off his black, Polo shirt in one swift motion. Seriously, I think that is the sexiest move any man can make … especially, my man. Watching me fumble a bit, Rich made quick work of stripping his belt, khaki shorts and boxer briefs.

  “Now we’re both naked. Whatever should we do?” he asked, faking cluelessness.

  “Oh, I have plenty of ideas,” I offered, as I began to drool over his perfect abs, sexy-V and growing length.

  “We’ll get to your ideas, but first I want to show you mine.”

  Rich picked me up, cradling me in his arms and carried me to the bed. Gently laying me down, he continued licking and lapping my breasts and moving down to my stomach, paying extra attention to my belly button. I began squirming underneath him as the warmth began radiating from my core.

  “Rich, please,” I begged.

  He swirled his tongue around my navel a few more times before kneeling at the foot of the bed, parting my sensitive thighs with his roughened hands. Once settled, he began licking each thigh, one at a time. After teasing me a bit longer, he finally brought his mouth to my clit and began sucking the delicate bud. Just when I thought I couldn’t endure any more pressure, Rich plunged two fingers into my pulsating center.

  I uncoiled beneath him, screaming his name over and over again. I could even see stars as I began to come down from the intense high. Once I gained control of my senses, I looked up to see Rich about to pounce. I scooted back onto the bed, hoping my damp hair was spread out beneath me, as Rich crawled up to kiss my mouth, allowing me to taste my orgasm on his lips.

  “Fuck, Brooke! I’ll never tire of the sight of you coming undone. You. Are. So. Beautiful.” He said, as he plunged his hard length into my already drenched pussy.

  I let out a deep moan at his sudden entrance. He began rocking his hips, filling me deeply with each thrust. I moved with him in complete synchronization. We knew every intimate detail of each other’s bodies. I swear, he could make me unravel by just looking at my vagina.

  “Oh my god, yes, I’m going to come again, Rich. Please … touch me,” I pleaded.

  Rich knew exactly what he needed to do as he brought his fingers to my clit and began rubbing them in a circular motion, causing friction to build between our bodies.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed as a second orgasm rippled through my body.

  Rich pumped into me a few more times as my pussy clenched around his hardened length. He let out a deep moan as he let out his release. He held me tightly for a few minutes as we both came down from our high.

  “Who needs fireworks on the beach when we just had our own show here in the bedroom,” Rich joked.

  “Whatever, smartass, I’ve told you over and over how much I love watching the Fourth of July fireworks show on the beach. Now let’s get going, or we’re going to get stuck with a crappy view, plus I need a little sun time.”

  I caught Rich ogling my curves as I walked down the stairs after changing into my pink and white polka dot bikini. He licked his lips as I tied the matching, pink sarong around my waist.

  “See something you like, baby?” I said, using a line from his book.

  “Do we have to go to the beach? I’d rather stay here and taste my sweets.”

  “Yes, we already promised your family we’d be there. Now put your tongue back in your mouth and let’s go,” I said, pushing him toward the door.

  “Fine, but I hope you stretched this morning because I plan on working you out later,” he said as he lightly spanked my backside.

  This man always knew what to say to render me completely speechless. At that moment, I really wished we could skip the day at the beach altogether and just head back upstairs.

  Rich and I made the two hour trip from Dad’s house to Grand Haven. The beach was crowded with families, tourists and locals enjoying the Fourth of July holiday. Rich unloaded our beach bags, chairs, umbrella and picnic basket as we made our way from the parking lot to the sandy Lake Michigan shoreline. I saw a young girl, with a smaller boy chasing her, running toward us at warp speed.

  Rich dropped our belongings, as the two children tackled him to the sandy ground.

  “Uncle Rich! We missed you!” They shouted in unison.

  “I missed you rugrats, too. Help me up, I want to introduce you to someone.”

  Rich let the children pretend like they were lifting him off the ground when in fact his bulging calf muscles were doing all the work.

  “Leila … Nate … This is Uncle Rich’s girlfriend, Brooke.”

  “Hi Leila, I remember seeing you when you were just a baby. You’ve grown up to be such a pretty young lady! And, Nate, I’ve heard so much about you. You’re such a handsome little guy, aren’t you?”

  The two just looked from me to Rich with adoring eyes.

  Leila poked Rich’s arm and pulled him down to her level so she could whisper in his ear, “Uncle Rich, I like her. She’s pretty!”

  “She is pretty, isn’t she? Truth is, Uncle Rich likes Brooke a lot, too. Now, can you two kiddos show us where your mommy is sitting,” Rich asked the children.

  The two began running in the sand toward the water, Rich picked up our stuff and headed in that direction before stopping when we reached his family.

  They were all as I remembered, sans the family patriarch.

  Rich made the introductions, as we began unloading our beach necessities. The children ran off with their father toward the water, carrying a Frisbee.

  I took a minute as Rich caught up with his mom and sister to take in the view. The Great Lakes, including Lake Michigan, had
always amazed me – miles upon miles of endless, crystal blue water. Many of my friends who I’d met recently while living in D.C. didn’t believe that you couldn’t see to the other side of the lakes. I’d explain to them that it was like looking out at the Atlantic, but they just didn’t grasp the vast beauty. The Great Lakes had so much history, so many stories and so much mystery. I felt a chill run down my arms just thinking about these lakes that were created nearly ten thousand years ago, at the close of the last Ice Age.

  The beach here in Grand Haven was magical, all on its own. The waves made a hypnotic sound as they crashed along the beach’s pier. The two lighthouses were picturesque, standing like sentinels now in the waters of Lake Michigan, and were connected by the pier’s lighted catwalk. I made a note for Rich and I to take a walk over there after darkness fell. It seemed like a prime spot for a proposal, I thought to myself.

  “Do you need help with your sunscreen?” Rich asked, presumably for his own benefit, breaking me out of my thoughts.

  “Sure, baby, but before you get any wild ideas, don’t forget that your mother and sister are sitting less than five feet from us.”

  “Unfortunately, I’m well aware. I’m just looking out for you, Brooke. I don’t want you to be complaining of sunburn for the next week because you were trying to tan.”

  I situated my towel in the sand before lying on my stomach. Rich straddled my backside and began massaging my shoulders and sides with the oily lotion.

  “Can I help with the front, too?” he asked as I felt his length harden against my backside.

  “That’s probably not a good idea, babe. I’m already turned on and I can tell you are right there with me. I have some ‘special’ lotion that I packed, maybe we can try that out later,” I suggested.

  I rolled over, with Rich now straddling my hips; His cock teasing my clit through the fabric of my bikini and the fabric of his board shorts. I groaned as he came down and parted my lips with his tongue. We became consumed with each other’s lips for several seconds before the sound of his mother clearing her throat brought us both back to reality.

  “Sorry, Mom,” Rich said as my face reddened.

  “I’m so embarrassed. Please forgive my behavior, Mrs. Davis. It certainly won’t happen again.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Brooke dear. When my Michael and I began dating we had our fair share of trysts right here on this very beach,” she informed me with a wink. “And, please call me Brenda.”

  “Gross, Mom. We really didn’t need to know that,” Rich and Jennifer said in unison.

  “Don’t be ridiculous, kids. You are both grown adults. I figured you would both know about the birds and the bees and where babies come from by now. In fact, I’m pretty sure I was the one to have that talk with each of you,” she said, rolling her eyes and pointing at her children.

  “Maybe so, Mom, but we like to think that you and Dad were exempt from that little story. I like to think that we were both immaculately conceived, right little brother,” Jennifer suggested.

  “OK, I think I am done with this conversation,” Rich gagged. “I think I’ll go play Frisbee with Connor and the kids. You ladies can finish your dirty talk in private. Hey, Brooke, why don’t you tell them about that fifty shades of whatever that dude’s name is that you were reading the other night.”

  “It’s Fifty Shades of Grey, baby, and I doubt your mom and sister want to hear about my ‘smut addiction,’ as you like to call it.”

  I was wrong, after Rich ran off in the direction of the shore in search of his brother-in-law and kids, his mom and sister were all over me wanting to learn more about the infamous “Christian Grey,” they both had heard so much about from their girlfriends. After sharing some of the details of the book, I promised I would mail them my copy once I returned home from our vacation.

  After about an hour of sunbathing, I heard the laughter of little ones and the husky voices of Rich and Connor returning from their game of Frisbee. I was beginning to feel hunger pangs and was relieved when I saw Brenda pull a package of hot dogs and hamburger patties from their cooler. Connor grabbed the dogs and burgers from his mother-in-law and walked to the grill that was located in the park just south of the sandy beach area.

  Rich helped his mother unpack the buns, condiments and chips while Jennifer opened the plates, napkins and utensils. I unfolded a few blankets and placed the extra coolers on the corners to hold them in place. Several minutes later, Connor returned with the grilled meat and we all sat down to eat.

  Brenda shared stories of her children and grandchildren and I laughed uncontrollably at her stories of Rich as a rambunctious toddler and troublesome teenager.

  “Rich Davis caused trouble?” I asked. “You were such a perfect college student that I just assumed you were always a brownnoser.”

  “Ha! Yes, I was quite the handful for a few years, but Ma here put the fear of God in me after I came home one afternoon with my tattoo. She was so pissed. Dad couldn’t care less, he had a few tattoos from his days in ‘Nam, but Mom yelled and cried for hours. I guess that night I was scared straight, you could say.”

  “Always full of surprises, aren’t you, babe. I didn’t know that my boyfriend was such a hard ass.”

  He chuckled, “Yep, that’s me. Rich Davis – hard ass extraordinaire.”

  “Honestly, I’m glad you were a bit of rebel. As you know, I happen to love that tattoo of yours,” I whispered in Rich’s ear.

  “I may not have liked that atrocious thing at the time, but I think you’ve turned it into a beautiful tribute to your father,” Brenda said as she blotted the few tears that had rolled down her cheeks. “He may not have said it a lot, but he was proud of you Rich – all of his children, Connor included, and grandchildren. He loved his family very much, and he would be so very happy that you’re here with us now, too, Brooke. He was just smitten with you when we all met at Rich’s graduation all those years ago. He talked about that ‘beautiful, green-eyed brunette’ for weeks,” she added with a warm smile.

  After we cleaned up our picnic area, we all headed to the shore for a game of Capture the Flag. We had an uneven number of people, but we all agreed that the children would probably only count as one adult, anyways. Jennifer, Connor and the kids played on one team while Rich and I played on the same team as his mother. I think I should’ve actually been considered the handicap, instead of the kids, as it was obvious Rich’s family had a long-standing tradition of Capture the Flag.

  After several failed attempts, Connor finally sneaked past Rich and was able to snatch the flag from our side of the court. Loud cheers erupted for the opposition, “Nah na nah, Uncle Rich, we beat you and Grandma, too!” the kids cheered.

  “Yes, you did, rugrats,” Rich exclaimed as he ran toward the kids – picking them up and swinging them each in the air. “You got lucky. You better believe I won’t let it happen again!

  “Why don’t you two head up to the beach and start setting up for the fireworks,” Brenda suggested to the children.

  We positioned our blankets on a small, sandy hill toward the back of the beach, directly facing the pier. Rich grabbed our portable radio and synced the station to follow along with the colorful blossoms erupting in the clear, night sky. It was difficult at times to hear the patriotic favorites over the crowd, gasping in amazement with each explosion.

  I chuckled to myself as I remembered always wanting to be one of the Bayside kids in one of my favorite episodes of Saved By The Bell. I always dreamt of being the one to kiss Zack Morris under the fireworks at the Malibu Sands beach resort. At this moment, I was just thankful to sneak several quick kisses from Rich, as his niece and nephew’s eyes remained glued to the sky. Who needed Zack Morris when you had Rich Davis, I thought to myself.

  After nearly twenty minutes, the sky lit up in a sea of color as the fireworks danced across the night sky as part of the grand finale. The children sat in their mother’s lap in complete awe at the show. I snuggled closer into the crook of Ric
h’s arm, not wanting the day to end, just as I saw the last rockets begin to smolder in the night air.

  “We should get going, son,” Brenda said to Rich as she began picking up the last of their beach gear. “The children are rubbing their eyes which means it’s bedtime.”

  “No sleepy! We want to stay and play with Uncle Rich and Brooke,” Nathan said, trying to suppress the yawn that escaped his mouth.

  “I don’t know, little buddy. I think maybe you should listen to your grandma and go get some sleep,” Rich told his nephew. “I promise, we’ll see you again real soon,” he added, as he kissed the top of Nathan’s blonde head.

  We said our goodbyes to the rest of his family, before Rich suggested we stay and stargaze for a bit before making the drive back to Dad’s house.

  “I’ve dreamt of this day – this moment – for over ten years,” Rich whispered in my ear.

  I paused for a minute before the realization dawned on me. “You’re unbelievable!” I exclaimed. “You just recreated my perfect date. The one I told you about during that silly game of Truth or Dare all those years ago! It’s been amazing, Rich. Today really has been perfect – your family – the beach – picnic – the fireworks – stargazing – just perfect. Thank you!” I said, peppering his lips with kisses.

  “I’m just glad that no one beat me to it. How many times do I have to remind you that I remember everything about you, Brooke Anderson? I knew one day, I would create this moment for you – for us. So, now that this perfect date is out of the way … what else do you have in mind?” he said with a wink.

  “I just can’t believe you are real sometimes. You are just amazing, Rich Davis. I love you.”

  “And, I love you, sweets – forever.”

  “Now can you take me home? I want to make love to you, but I don’t want to be cleaning sand out of my whooha for weeks,” I said with a giggle.

  “Your whooha?” Rich said with a raised brow. “I think you’ve been talking to Cass too much.”