Brett's Little Headaches

by Silver, Jordan

  I was only just a little hurt when they chose him to help them get ready this morning instead of me. I guess if we were going to do this then I’d have to get use to sharing them.

  It was amazing to watch them together, the way my boys just followed his lead, even the way they looked up at him as he spoke to them, like he’d hung the moon.

  I still had that fear in my heart that something was gonna go wrong, it wasn’t as strong as just a few short days ago, but it was there all the same.

  It just didn’t seem real that’s all. And my boys were already sucked into him. They didn’t even bat a lash when he told them they couldn’t watch a cartoon while they ate the breakfast he’d made.

  He acted as though this was nothing, having us move in here after only three days of knowing each other.

  And what does that say about me? Oh shit what did I do? What kind of person am I...”

  “What are you doing baby?” His voice pulled me back from the brink but that new fear was now beating in my chest like bird’s wings.

  “Nothing, just thinking about things.”

  “Yeah well whatever you’re thinking cut that shit out. I can read your face and I don’t like what I see, if you tell me you need others to validate who and what I am I’m going to be so pissed.

  Come on boys let’s get cleaned up.” He helped them down from their chairs and let them run loose.

  I was as nervous as a new mother, watching their every move, afraid that they would break something. Brett on the other hand seemed completely relaxed.

  I wish I could be as relaxed as he was, but our realities were completely different. He wasn’t the single mother of two who was barely making it, and stood to lose a hell of a lot if this thing went wrong.

  But maybe I wasn’t being fair to him either. Perhaps it was like he said and he had a lot to lose as well, I just didn’t see it.

  He’s young, handsome and loaded, what could he possibly have to lose? I tried to keep all these thoughts hidden from him since he seemed to be able to read my mind along with everything else.

  He still seemed to know what I was thinking and I soon found myself trapped between him and the wall, while he sent the boys and the dog on some kind of scavenger hunt.

  “I want to care about what the fuck is going on in your head, I really do, but if it’s going to fuck up what we have going on here, then you’re fucked.

  Just do me a favor, whenever those doubts rear their head, just tell yourself you don’t have a choice, because you don’t. You let me have you babe and it was so fucking good I’d go out on a limb and say a man would kill for less.

  There are some things in life that once you find them, you hold on with everything you’ve got, and let nothing and no one come between.

  You are that one thing for me; good luck with fucking with that. Now let’s go, our boys are ready.”

  When he says things like that, with his face set in those lines, I want to jump him and run screaming at the same time.

  Of course the ladies at the daycare were all aflutter at his presence, and I saw women’s reaction to him for the first time. I didn’t like it. Again he seemed oblivious, but it helped that he kept one of his hands on me at all times.

  Even while he was answering their questions he had his hand on my ass and it seemed so natural, I didn’t even think to object.

  He raced back to the house after we were done, and I found myself hustled up the steps and my back up against the wall as soon as the door closed.

  I always get a hitch in my breathing the first time he puts his hands on me and he looks at me like the words he says are for real.

  I want so badly to reach out and take what he’s offering, but something was holding me back. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his mouth down to mine.

  At least here I knew what to expect; pure pleasure if that was the word for it. I never knew one person could make another feel like this.

  If he felt the things I felt when we touched then I could almost believe that he was for real.

  ***

  BRETT

  We made it to the bed by feeling along the walls because I wasn’t about to release her mouth.

  I fought out of my jeans and helped her get out of her clothes before tossing her playfully onto the bed.

  “I’m going to eat you alive baby, hang on.” I spread her out on the bed so I could look at her from head to toe. She was perfection, her skin silky soft under my rough hands as I ran them over her.

  I spent some time getting acquainted with her nipples. They were sensitive to the touch of my hands and my tongue as I found out when I started to play.

  “Hmm, you like breast play huh.” She was almost purring just from my mouth suckling her.

  Moving down her body, I lifted her knees up and back; making her face go up in flames, but I wanted her open for my tongue and fingers.

  I placed teasing kisses along her thigh until I reached her sweet smelling pussy. One teasing lick from my tongue and I moved down the other leg, before starting all over again.

  Her scent teased my nostrils my second time around and I opened her with my fingers. “Damn.” She had the prettiest fucking pussy in the world.

  Reds and pinks, smooth. She was shaved bare leaving all of her exposed to my eyes.

  My tongue actually stiffened in preparation for the taste of her. Again I closed my eyes to compute everything about the moment as I lowered my head to her.

  If it’s true what they say, you are what you eat. Then she must eat every fucking sweet thing in the world.

  Her taste, just like the feel and sight of her, was designed to drive me fucking nuts. I didn’t just want to eat her pussy I wanted to attach the shit to my tongue.

  If I were a fanciful being I would swear there was some kind of cosmic force at work here. There was no way she could be this fucking perfect.

  Even the way she grabbed my hair and squeezed her legs around my head was different. I couldn’t leave her pussy alone and in the back of my mind was the thought that it was a good thing I hadn’t done this the night before or we wouldn’t have made it out of bed this morning.

  I actually growled into her pussy as I lifted her like an offering to my mouth, where I used my tongue to fuck her.

  She came on my tongue while I played with her clit with my thumb. I had it all planned out in my head, I was going to eat her pussy for at least half an hour and then take my time and devour the rest of her.

  I think I lasted five minutes before I was slamming into her. Her loud screech cleared the fog from my eyes and had me going stock-still.

  She was cumming but I could tell I’d hurt her a little so I eased out of her cervix and comforted her with soft kisses along her cheek and forehead.

  “Is it better now?” I moved a little when she tightened around me, letting me know that it was okay to move.

  “Do you know what I think? I think you were meant for me. I think I was supposed to be in that park that day just to meet you and the boys.

  You know what else I think? I think that whatever this is that’s brought us here, would not let me be the only one feeling this.

  I know you have to feel at least half of what I feel.” I moved inside her as I held her head still so I could look at her as I spoke.

  “And if you do then you need to let me know, because I’m about to speed this shit up again.”

  “What do you mean?” I love the way she tries to work my dick with her pussy when I stop moving inside her, like she can’t fucking get enough; stills she’s giving me shit.

  “That thing last night, I don’t know what it is, but I know that I won’t be happy until I get you with child.”

  “You, what?” She stopped moving but I didn’t.

  “I know, crazy right, but like I said, if you feel half of what I’m feeling then you know this shit is real and you know what.

  Everything is fucking perfect except I can’t get the idea of this guy out of my head. I
fucking hate that he was there before me.

  That’s a fucked up way to feel I know, and it in no way takes away from what the fuck I feel for you, but babe, it’s killing me.”

  I’m not sure what men in my position usually did with this shit. I have no idea what my words are doing to her if anything.

  I just know that for some reason, every time I get inside her, a switch goes off inside my head and all I can think of is erasing him from her life.

  “You can't seriously be annoyed at something that happened before we even met."

  “I think it has more to do with the fact that things weren’t really resolved between you two.” What the fuck kind of conversation is this to be having at a time like this?

  “Brett, I don’t know what you want from me here.” Now we were both stopped and I was looking down at her with her head held firmly in my hands.

  “I want him gone for good. I want the boys to belong to me completely. You already do, so I’m not adding you into that equation. But I don’t like the idea of someone out there who can have any kind of influence in our lives.

  Along with that is the burning need inside me to tie you to me in every way possible. I don’t fully understand that either, I just know that you gave another man two kids, now you have to give me at least double that."

  I think I shocked her into silence because she didn’t say anything for a long time. All she did was stare up at me as if she were trying to see into me.

  "What if that's not what I want?" Oh boy, here we go. That question sounded like a challenge to me. Something else the little lady under me would have to understand and quickly, is that I won’t accept challenges from my woman.

  "That's not my fucking problem, every time Laurie, every time I think of him touching you having you, getting you with child it fucking guts me."

  This shit even sounded crazy coming out of my mouth, but I’d be fucked if I knew what the hell was going on with me.

  "For crying out loud we were kids, it's not like we've been together or anything, he was gone long before the twins were born." She tried getting out from under me but I kept her pinned to the bed with my dick heavy inside her.

  "None of that matters don't you understand? I have to wipe him out of your head, I won't be happy until that happens."

  I think I tried to do that shit with my dick then, pounding it into her until she sunk her teeth into my chest to bring me back down.

  "So what, you want me to get rid of my boys, give them up?" There was all that fire I’d seen that first day. She was pissed and maybe with good reason.

  We grappled with each other until I wrestled her onto her stomach, lifted her to where I wanted her, and slammed into her hard from behind.

  She bucked and dragged her nails down the mattress as I fucked into her hard while digging the nails of one hand in her hip, and pulling her head back roughly with the other.

  "Don't be stupid, the boys are a part of you, he had no hand in raising them. I'm the only father they'll ever know, but you will give me two more just like them, then we'll start on the girls."

  "You're insane."

  She might be fucking right at that.

  Chapter TWELVE

  LAURIE

  Holy crap he’s a barbarian, and not just because of the amount of bruises he left all over me, from his fingers digging into my hips, to the little marks he left all over my neck and breasts. But it was also the way he thinks.

  And the things that comes out of his mouth. He’d bought a multi million dollar house one day after meeting us. Maybe that’s how things were done in his world, but they certainly weren’t the same in mine.

  I know he loves the boys, I can see it in his every interaction with them. And they loved him too. There was no shy, hiding behind me, no shunning him the way they did everyone else until they got to know them.

  With him it was no holds barred, all out belly laughs, and ‘Brett do this and Brett do that.’

  Now he’s on this thing about Jonathan, a boy I hadn’t even given a second thought to since two a.m. feedings eons ago.

  He was still pinning me to the bed from our last round of marathon sex. His face was buried in my neck but thankfully he was too tired to maul me again. I don’t even want to know what I looked like with all his little love nibbles.

  “Am I squashing you love?” He was, but I liked the way it felt, like he was standing between me, and the rest of the world.

  “No I’m good.”

  “Then why do you sound like a strangled hen?” He started to move but I wrapped my legs around him, holding him inside.

  “Feeling greedy are you?” He started moving inside me again; he’s like a machine.

  I like the way he looks into my eyes as he moves, the way he holds my head still while he tells me that he loves me, and most of all I love the way those words make me feel.

  If only he could get past this obsession he has with Jonathan, then I think we could maybe possibly have something.

  That, and the fact that he seems to have one speed, warp.

  ***

  BRETT

  I spent the rest of the day buried inside her until I was raw and she was sore. After licking the soreness away with my tongue, or giving it my best shot, I gave her a bath and then it was time to go get our boys.

  “Brett look at me, I can’t go outside like this.” She was trying to cover up my marks of ownership that were on a couple spots on her neck and her cleavage.

  “You stay here and I’ll go get them then.” I pulled on my jeans and zipped up. I could go for a nap, she’d drained the shit out of me.

  “What about tomorrow and the next day? How long do these things last anyway?” she kept rubbing at them like they would go away.

  “It doesn’t matter sweetheart, because as soon as those fade I’m giving you more.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “It’s either that or an engagement ring, and since I know you’d have a fucking fit if I put one of those on you now, it’s these for now.” I ran my finger over the two in her neck.

  I’d be fucked if I’m gonna let her run around without some sign of ownership. It was just my luck that every swinging dick within a five-mile radius would start sniffing around her ass now that I’d found her.

  “Are you coming or not?”

  “Of course I’m coming you crazy person.” At least she was dropping the shy girl act and my little hellion from the park was making a comeback.

  “Your ass looks amazing in that thing, go take it off.”

  “What, what’s wrong with it?” She looked over her shoulder at her ass. She was wearing some kind of hot pink, terrycloth number that stopped at her knees, but it hugged her ass like a second skin.

  “Put on a skirt, preferably one that reaches the floor.”

  “Don’t be an ass, these pants are perfectly decent.”

  “Baby.” I leaned over so that our eyes would meet. “Go change.” Lesson number three; I never fucking argue. It’s the worse fucking exercise in futility.

  “Brett, this isn’t going to work...”

  “You’ve lost your fucking mind.” I wasn’t even going to give her the chance to finish that asinine fucking statement.

  “I told you in the park, if you don’t want men looking at your ass don’t advertise. Your ass is what caught me by the dick and reeled in the rest of me.

  You strike me as smart, so think. Do you really see me being okay with other men enjoying the view? Are you getting where I’m going with this?

  And in the future, don’t bring up that shit about us not working, because that’s not gonna fly, not now, not fifty years from now.

  I’m in there and that’s just where the fuck I’m staying. Now we’re losing time, you need to go change so we can get our boys before they tear those people’s fucking place apart.”

  She hemmed and hawed but since I ignored her ass she had no choice but to do as she was told. I don’t think she would’ve appreciated me getting her
dressed myself.

  In the end she went with a dress. This long flowing number that wasn’t much better. It didn’t show her ass off, but it hugged her curves perfectly.

  “I’m thinking some of those coverall things farmers wear.” She just rolled her eyes and headed out.

  I found that I had to keep my hands on her in some way at all times. If I wasn’t grabbing onto her nape as we walked, I had my arm around her, resting on her ass as we stood.

  The boys were excited to see us and let it be known as they ran to us and started babbling away at us, telling us all about their day.

  She kept drawing closer and closer until she was almost under my arm, and when I started to ask her what the hell she was up to, I noticed her giving the women at the center not very nice looks when they got too close.

  I pretended not to see shit, but I had a big stupid grin on my face as we left.

  Back at the condo she kicked me out of the kitchen to go play with the boys while she cooked. I took them into the study with me and turned on the TV while I looked up some stuff for work.

  It was another evening of laughter and little feet running around making my dog crazy, and then it was lights out; my new reality, and so far, so good.

  I fucked her, or she fucked me, for half the night, and in the morning, real life intruded and I had to go in to the office.

  I tried talking her into staying home again and I had the perfect argument. “Babe, we need to get started on decorating the house, you said you wanted to do it yourself and that’s a big job.

  I think you need to devote all your time to it, make sure we get it just the way you want it.”

  “Nice try but I’m not about to give up my one source of income and independence.”

  “I hate to tell you this babe, but your independence went south five seconds after I fucked you for the first time. Boys quiet down in there.”

  She proved to be very stubborn, but since I was ahead by about twelve days, I decided not to push it for now.

  I dropped them all off on my way to the office, another part of my new morning routine. “Babe do you drive?”