His mother must have some serious issues if she thought having a baby at forty-something and naming her Stormie was going to make things right. Even if I didn’t know this family, I would still think the woman was severely sick in the head and needed some major therapy. Who does that?
I stare at the screen as my mind races through my distraught thoughts when I see Ocean in his briefs, standing just beyond the dancing shadows of light from the television.
He stops between the kitchen and living room, eyeing the room before his eyes settle on me. His lips pull up into a sleepy smile as he looks at my open bag of chips and ice cream tub in my hands.
I gulp down a huge spoon full of cookie dough and offer him a smile as ice cream runs down my chin. He rubs the sleep from his eyes, joining me on the sofa.
Ocean squeezes his hard body in between my back and the sofa, pulling me back to rest against his chest and my head on his shoulder. I melt into him within seconds, feeling my body relax. He showers the side of my face with kisses before taking my hand to spoon himself a large spoonful of ice cream and feeding it to his mouth. He blows the cool breath from the ice cream onto my neck. I close my eyes, letting his presence engross me.
“I’ve never seen you pig out late at night, it’s cute. You feeling okay baby?”
I scoop one last spoonful of ice cream, gulp it down, and pass the ice cream tub to him to let him finish it. I was really eating just to be doing something, not because I was hungry or craving these things.
He finished the tub, placing it on the floor without saying a word, and laid back into the sofa holding me tight. He slips his hands under my huge t-shirt and rests his hands over my stomach, creating a diamond shape.
“I’m sorry if I woke you up. I couldn’t sleep.”
He rests his lips on my neck as he speaks. “I’m good baby. I was just missing you in bed next to me. You know I can't sleep without you, but are you feeling okay?”
“Can I just tell you yes that I’m feeling fine and you accept it or will you not believe me and keep asking?”
Wow, that was bitchy.
“I prefer for you to always tell me the truth, but I guess it’s up to you on how annoying you want me to be babe.” His answer was clipped raising goose pimples up my arms.
God, if I could just understand why my emotions were everywhere and nowhere.
“That was bitchy, sorry Ocean.”
He chuckles behind me. His rumbles vibrate into my chest. “Liv, you stay bitchy.”
I laugh with him, pulling his arms up and around me. “Truth is it then.”
“Good choice because there was no way I was going to let you lie to me about shit. Not now, not ever. So what’s bothering you?”
“Ocean, I have no idea. I feel like myself but then I don’t. I’m happy, but then I want to go on a rampage on everyone in sight. I’m thinking about my mom more and more each day. It’s like she’s haunting me all of a sudden and all I keep thinking about is that damn letter she left me.”
I turn my neck to look at his face and his eyes are glued to the television. When I turn to look, it’s a woman giving birth. The camera is all up in her barely recognizable stretched to hell vagina. Blood is everywhere and a head the size of a two year old is crowning. “Oh, that is so not cool after eating ice cream and Cheetos.”
Ocean starts laughing again, burying his face in my hair. I grab the remote and turn off the TV, allowing myself to rest on him in the comfortable darkness.
“I think we’ll figure out why you’ve been feeling this way real soon baby.” He places soft wet kisses on my neck. “I also think that maybe it’s time you open that letter. Tomorrow is Friday and all my guys are doing is conditioning this weekend. So we can take a trip to visit your parent’s gravesite and read it there. Or you can read it alone, but I think it’s time.”
“Can we visit Stormie too? For some reason after visiting her, I feel better about certain things.” I hear his head hit the back of the sofa.
He lets out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I do too baby.”
“Do you want to talk about you now? I know you’ve been keeping yourself busy trying to avoid your mom, but she’s still here. Do you really not want to see your little si—“
“Livie stop! She’s not my little sister and that woman is not my fucking mother! Not anymore.”
I turn into him, straddling him. I hold his face up to look into my eyes now that they’ve adjusted to the darkness. “Okay, shouldn’t have gone there. I would love for you to take me to visit my parents’ grave and Stormie tomorrow.”
“With your mom’s letter?”
“Yes Ocean, with the letter. I think I’m ready to go back to bed now.”
He smiles, giving me an evil grin. “Fuck yes! I’ve been dying to get you naked again. I was trying to be a good listener and shit.”
I pinch his nipples hard and he hisses at me. When his grip is loose enough, I scoot back fast and make a run for our room with him hot on my heels. Just the way I like it!
Chapter Three
Lawrence
“Papi! Papi! Wake up!”
My eyes snap open to the sight and feeling of Blue sitting on my chest. Her knees are tucked under my armpits while her hands shake me by the shoulders. Her beautiful face has worry written all over and her hair looks like a lion’s mane.
It’s freaking hilarious-and sexy. The fact that she has her precious pussy of hers so near to my lips is instantly driving me mad and my dick instantly hard. My hands find her ass and I try to push her forward so I can taste her, but she smashed my face and head back onto my pillow.
“No! Listen to me; I think I did something bad.”
I really look at her this time. I see tiny beads of sweat slowly sliding from her hairline into her perfectly arched eyebrows. She looks panicked.
My brain instinctively shifts to serious mode and I look her in the eyes. “Blue what happened?”
She bites her lip as her cheeks flush red. Either this can’t be good or it’s too hilarious for her to admit to me. I honestly prefer the later. She shakes her head down at me as I watch her. “Ugh, never mind I’ll go to the hospital or a walk in clinic. Do you think your mom can see me today if I called?”
Once hard dick, now soft… Betty fucking Crocker butter soft! I push up from the bed on a mission to figure out what the hell is wrong with this mystery card of mine.
Catching Blue in my arms, I lay her on her back and I hover over her naked body with mine. “No hospital, no clinic, and no calling my mom! What is it?”
Play time was done because the mention of either of those options scares the shit out of me.
“Blue now!” I growl with impatience.
She slaps my chest hard at the command. I watch her eyes, frantically search for her words as if they were flying around behind my head.
“I need you to find something.” She whispers.
I have to lower my head closer to hear her. “What? Find what?”
She takes a deep breath before resuming to her usual speed talking. “I-put-a-tampon-in-last-night-and-now-I-can’t-find-it!”
I think I know what she has just said because my ears are used to getting yelled at by her ridiculous fast talking that she does when she is either pissed at me or I’m fucking the Spanish vocabulary out of her.
“Papi I lost my tampon and I can’t find the damn thing! If you laugh at me, I swear to god I’ll be wearing your balls for earrings!”
I wince because I believed in her threatening words one hundred and one percent. Even though I have already broken down a lot of her mental defense walls; when she feels like putting them back up, they are up within seconds and stronger than before.
Blue and I are either getting along too well or are arguing and at each other’s throats. She was fucking perfect for me. She is the yin to my yang. We argued a lot, but also loved each other even harder. I finally had that Hunter Hayes crazy love that he sings about.
I shake my head as she looks up at me; wai
ting for me to fix it. “Okay. Blue before you call my mom, can I try and find it for you?”
She narrows one eye and raises the eyebrow on the other eye. Straight up the The-Rock style. I bite down on my tongue to keep from laughing, swallowing the metallic taste of my own blood.
“Okay.” Is all she says to me.
I move back to position myself in front of her smoothly shaved lips. I gently push her legs out and up to see if I can even see the string and I don’t see anything. “Blue baby, I don’t see a string. You want me to feel inside of you?”
My dick comes back to life from the wanting look in her eyes as they peer down at me. She reaches down, pulling me back up to her face by the ears. Her lips brush mine as her tongue pushes its way into my mouth and I melt on top of her. We kiss for what feels like hours in my mind, but what I know is only seconds, before she lets my ears go.
“If that was a yes, can I ask you another question?”
She rolls her eyes and I know my chance to do as I wish with her body is gone; missing tampon or not. I lay beside her hot little body with my left arm propping me up to support my weight. I slip my fingers in her hair working my fingers through the wavy strands.
I pull her face sideways for her to look at me. My right hand trails down from her neck to her heated pussy in a zigzag line. When I cup her, she hisses through her teeth, releasing her breath long and slow. I take a finger and poke her to find she’s soaking wet.
As I stare into her eyes, I slip two fingers inside her and gently feel around her walls massaging them while my fingers explore inside of her sweetness. My lips start to ache and my tongue feels heavy with the need to place my mouth were my hand currently is, but I refrain.
I inch my fingers deeper, moving my middle finger in a round motion just for the hell of it. Her breathing picks up and mine deepens in response. I have to admit that for a couple seconds, I’d forgotten I had a task to do but she was making it extremely hard to focus.
Her dark pink nipples are hard, teasing me, calling me to suck them. Her bottom lip is tucked in between her teeth and she’s starting to struggle to keep her hips from moving against my hand.
I open my mouth to say something dirty, but her eyes which are locked on mine, plead for me not to. Even though I was the one making her body react in this way-melting for me, she wanted to be in control and I would let her have it.
Blue deserves to be the one in charge after everything she’s been through with men. After the way her mind, body, and soul have been abused; I’m surprised she has so much trust in me. As if she can sense which lane my thoughts are starting to drift to, with a trembling hand, she grips my bicep digging short manicured nails into my muscle.
When I finally feel something other than the tightness and wetness of her muscles, I tease it until I can get it wedged between my middle finger and her slick walls.
“Found it Blue.” I whisper in her hair, slowly pulling it out.
As I do so, she fucking orgasms and pulls the tampon back in with her muscles as she clamps down on my fingers. I can’t hold back my laugh this time.
She doesn’t even blink twice at my outburst. Instead, she rides out her orgasm while staring me down with her honey eyes. Once her trembles and shivers calm and settle, she pushes me off. She jumps off the bed, wobbling on weak knees into the bathroom and slams the door behind her.
I fall onto my back, laughing so hard it starts to hurt.
That’s my baby Blue!
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While getting dressed in my room, the perfect plan for Ocean to confirm his suspicions about Sunshine’s possible pregnancy comes to me. I usually don’t care to interfere, but this shit is huge. Sunshine being knocked up is fucking GREAT!
Maybe Ocean having a son or daughter is what will finally ground him and keep his flighty ass fastened to the earth. Finally give him all the reasons he’s always desperately searching for to be here and alive.
I know Sunshine is his world now, but even she can’t control him when he finally goes ape shit on everyone. Perfect example: when Sabrina came back.
That honestly had to be the worst day ever for everyone, not just Ocean. Not only did she just show up on what was supposed to be Ocean and Sunshine’s special day; the bitch showed up nine months pregnant with a daughter and told us her name was going to be Stormie!
Who the fuck does that sort of shit? No one can replace Stormie! She was an angel.
Sabrina coming back is slowly starting to change us all.
My uncle has been pretty hush since her appearance while mom has been dying to run into her. Probably to beat the shit out of her, to knock some sense into her dense head.
When Ocean finally cracked, thank God Sunshine was home because from what she said the way she found him, it was bad. Ocean locked himself in their bathroom with a counter full of coke thinking she had gone with me and Blue to dinner. When he came out of detox, Sunshine threatened to give him his ring back and leave him.
He fell to his knees, crying like a baby begging her to forgive him. It hurt to watch him breakdown like that. Hell, I couldn’t blame him. If Blue ever told me she wanted to leave, I’d go crazy my damn self.
Lately though, Ocean has been pretty calm and that’s scaring the crap out of me too.
Ocean Hawthorne does not do anything calmly. The way he has been watching Sunshine, being patient with her refusing help from anyone-which that shit ain’t going to last long. When it stops, Ocean is going to explode. It’s not natural for him to be so accepting of shit and now that Sunshine is pregnant…I know she is, I can feel it…he is going to need my help.
Sabrina is still here and it’s torturing him, but he has me-his brother-and I swear I won’t let him ruin this.
I feel the bed shift behind me. A pair of beautifully smooth tanned arms wrap around my neck tight. Blue drops her head over my shoulder. Her hair falling over her shoulder with a ripple effect and I turn to meet her sexy as fuck smile.
“Que pasa? What are you thinking about your ears are smoking papi?”
“You.” I answer without hesitation, cradling the back of her head in my palm and slipping my tongue into her mouth.
She never gives me easy access to anything on her body without putting up a fight first, whether it’s playful for not. Blue makes me work for all the time I want to spend worshiping her 'candy land'.
She hates it when I refer to her body as my candy land because of her first name being Dulce, but I don’t care. She is what she is to me. Nothing she could do about it now. She is screwed and one hundred percent stuck with me.
I pull back to look into her eyes; they're smiling at me. She probably feels bad for sneaking an orgasm while I was fishing for her tampon. And people think I'm nuts. My woman has me beat by at least a mile.
“No really. What were you thinking about? I’ve seen that look. You’re worried and up to something. I want to help if it has anything to do with Sunshine and Ocean.”
“Are you sure you want to be my innocent side kick in this? I know Ocean isn’t going to mind, but if Sunshine finds out she’ll kill me and then I’ll have to haunt you to fuck you ghost style.” I get her famous eye roll as she pulls back.
She shifts her body taking a seat on my lap on the edge of the bed. “Papi, I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”
I raise my fingers to her face and pinched her cheeks fast.
She swats my hand away, laughing but no doubt getting pissed at the same time. “Aye! What was that for?”
“Just making sure God isn’t playing tricks on me and to make sure you’re real and really here with me. I love you Blue.”
“I love you more Lawrence. You saved me, remember? Now take me into the kitchen! You owe me a spinach omelet loaded with shredded cheese and bacon for that terrible plumbing service you provided to me this morning.”
Before I could lock her in my arms, she was out the door and running her way into the kitchen, giggling and snorting the whole way.
“Bad
plumber my ass!" I yell out as I make my way down the hallway into the kitchen after her.
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Stepping into the kitchen, Blue has already started making our omelets. I kiss her on her neck and quickly sneak out of the room. She is a mad woman in the kitchen and hates to be bothered. I learned that the hard way as soon as she moved in. The kitchen was her sanctuary and I was more than okay with that.
Making my way into the living room, I spot Ocean standing out on the terrace overlooking the lake. Perfect. I walk over and lightly tap on the glass bay door to get his attention.
He turns around, nodding for me to come out. Looking him over, he's dressed street casual like he was ready to go somewhere. Without me at that. Cousin man-whore! Touch your nose Lawrence.
“Hey man you going out?”
“Hey—uh, yeah, I was supposed to take Liv to the cemetery to visit her parents and Stormie, but she’s still sleeping. I don’t have the heart to wake her up yet.”
I nod my head in understanding. I'd punch my own nose if he weren't looking at me.
“How you holding up with the possible baby news looming over all of us?”
He laughs to himself or at my question; I can't really tell. “You should have seen her last night Law. She is so innocent. I woke up around two in the morning when I realized she wasn’t in bed. When I came out to the living room, she was huddled on the sofa with a full tub of ice cream and a bag of Cheetos.” He kept laughing and I joined him.
“Damn. That definitely doesn’t sound like the Sunshine I know.”
“The best part is she was watching that bringing baby home or whatever it’s called show on the TLC channel. She was watching live births on fucking television and she doesn’t even recognize she’s doing it.”
“No. I think she knows it or feels it at least, but just doesn’t know how or want to know how to agree with it. Did she say anything to you?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Nah, just that she’s been thinking about her mom lately and the suicide letter she left her that she hasn’t read. We’re supposed to read it today, so we might have a rough day. Fuck that, with her crazy moods it’ll probably be a rough week-month!”
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