by M. Robinson
“What about us?”
I shrugged. I knew it wasn’t what he wanted, but it’s the only honest answer I could give him.
“You go back to work tomorrow?” he asked, changing the subject; knowing he wasn’t going to get anymore from me.
I nodded.
“When do I get to see you again?”
“Sooner than you think,” I simply stated.
He took a deep breath. “Okay.”
We got dressed and went back to my condo, spending the entire day on my couch watching reruns of Family Guy, and eating Chinese takeout. He spent the night again, and we had sex most of the night.
The next day he left early in the morning and I went and met a client.
Two months had gone by, and Devon and I spent every free second together. When he didn’t have his son, I would go over to his house or he would come to my condo. He started leaving things at my place and I started leaving things at his. I didn’t know what we were, or what we were doing because we never talked about it.
There were no promises made, no I love yous exchanged, and no talk of the future. We just were.
Brooke and Devon.
“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” he asked, one night while we were on my couch. He was watching Sports Center, and I was messaging with Ysabelle on Skype chat.
“Ummm…” I said, looking up from my computer. “I don’t know. My parents go to Colorado every year I usually go with them, except every other year. My sisters switch holidays back and forth, and I think this year it’s their husband’s turn to have Thanksgiving. I believe we’re doing Christmas Eve.”
He grinned. “Good, you’re coming home with me.”
I raised my eyebrows. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t think that’s—”
“Shut up, Bambi.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. I won’t have Ethan, I have him for Christmas, so we’re going to my Mom’s, and by that… I mean you and I.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“No?”
I nodded.
“Write Ysabelle goodbye,” he demanded, changing his demeanor, quickly.
“What?”
“Write. Ysabelle. Goodbye.”
When I didn’t move, he grabbed my computer and typed it himself, placing it on my coffee table and looking over at me with devilish eyes.
“Want to try that again?” he threatened.
“I’m not going, Devon. Go spend time with your family and then you can spend time with me. And I can spend time with The Incredible Cock,” I replied, wiggling my eyebrows.
He grinned and his eyes read nothing, but mischievousness, as he crawled up my body and placed himself at my side. He leaned in and kissed along my neckline; twirling his index finger around my belly button.
“But I want you to come with me, and I know you want to,” he breathed into the side of my neck, making shivers crawl up my skin and causing goose bumps.
I was wearing a lavender nightie with matching panties and he was wearing gym shorts; I loved watching his muscles flex just from moving. His hand moved to the inside of my panties and he traced along the edges. “Are you wet?”
“Always.”
“Do you want to come?”
I knew it was a double innuendo and I wouldn’t answer, so he slapped my pussy making me jolt.
“You’re not being a good girl…” And he slapped me repeatedly until my legs spread open and I rotated my hips into his whacks. He reached for the hem of my nightie and I helped him take it off; my panties were next to go. He placed me on top of him, but with my back to his front.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he groaned into my ear before taking it into his mouth.
“Always.”
I could feel him grinning behind me, so I swayed my ass on his cock, that was already rock hard in his gym shorts. I reached for the sides and he let me, sliding them down and then off. I went back to what I was doing, but this time his dick lie perfectly flat on his stomach, and in between my cheeks. My back was laying on his front, and my legs were spread on the sides of his body. My back was slightly arched so that I could gyrate my ass up and down; my wetness making it easy to do so. I grabbed at the back of his neck for more leverage, and with one hand he kneaded my breast, and with the other he played with my clit in a side-to-side motion.
“That feel good?” he raspingly asked, as I continued to slide his dick in between my cheeks.
“Yes…”
“You love me playing with your clit, while my cock rubs on your asshole; don’t you?”
I turned my head and peeked up at him. I stuck my tongue in his mouth, and he sucked on it.
“Fuck… I can’t get enough of you,” he growled, grabbing my legs and bringing them up to my body.
Good thing I am flexible…
He raised me up, positioned his dick at my entrance, and thrust into me in one swift movement.
“Ah!” I screamed out in pleasure and in pain.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes… fuck me…” I moaned.
He used leverage with my thighs to bounce me up and down, and I thought I was going to explode. This angle was too much for me and he knew it; he loved making me squirt. He purposely did it. He loved having my come drip down his balls and legs. I would leave huge wet spots on the bed. We would argue back and forth on who would be sleeping in it.
Good thing we were on the couch.
“Come… come… come… do it… come on my cock…”
And I did.
“Jesus Christ… you fucking feel amazing,” he praised, sitting up and taking me with him.
His legs spread on the sides of mine and my feet touched the ground. I bounced up and down on his dick and swayed front to back. He never stopped playing with my clit.
“You’re going to make me make a mess,” I warned.
“I know.”
I smiled and lay on his chest, leaning my head on his shoulder. He caressed all over my body, squeezing my breasts and kneading my nipples.
His hand went back to my clit, and he manipulated the bundle of nerves until my pussy pushed his cock out. He moved his fingers faster on my nub, playing me like I was a goddamn guitar.
I squirted all down his dick and our legs.
Exactly how he wanted me to.
“Fuck, I love the smell of your pussy,” I growled, making her come repeatedly until she screamed out my name in desperation; her body was thrashing all around.
I didn’t waver. I knew what I wanted. I placed her back on my dick, but this time my cock was at the entrance of her asshole. I nudged slowly and her eyes opened wide, looking over at me, watching me ask for silent permission.
She licked her lips, moaned, and fervently kissed me, pushing herself down onto the head of my shaft. We zealously kissed, our tongues doing a sinful dance, while she slid her asshole down my cock; fitting me like a fucking glove.
Tight.
So fucking tight.
This was the first time we had anal sex, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Like everything that was Brooke, I was addicted immediately.
I grabbed at the front of her neck, and with my other hand I continued to play with her clit.
“Yes… yes… yes…” she panted. “Hold my neck tighter.”
I squeezed a little harder and her face started to flush.
“Are you going to come with me to Thanksgiving?”
She whimpered.
“You want to come? I know you do.” Again meaning it as a double innuendo.
“Please…” she begged.
“That’s not the right answer,” I reprimanded, sitting her straight up and roughly grabbing her hips, stopping her movements.
“Ugh! You’re fucking cheating.”
“You want to come?” I asked again.
“Fuck… I hate you!”
“No you don’t.”
“Please, Devon,” she pleaded.
“
Tell me you’re coming and then I’ll make you come.”
She tried to move her hips, but I held onto her harder and more demanding.
“This isn’t fair!” she whined.
“Life isn’t fair.” I leaned forward and got close to her ear, sliding my lips and tongue down the side of her neck like I knew she loved. “I know you want to come… I know your tight little asshole is just begging to be fucked, and your cunt wants to pulsate, and squirt down my balls. I’ll give you all that and more. All you have to do is say yes.”
Her head fell back on my shoulder and I started to monopolize her nub again.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, breathless.
I let her sway her hips a little bit. I moved mine at the same time, so that they were going at the same rhythm.
“Does that feel good? I know it does. But it’s not enough is it? You want it harder and faster, don’t you?”
She moaned; not wanting to say yes.
Stubborn Bambi.
I played with her until she was right on the edge of falling over and then stopped.
“Fuck!” she screamed out, frustrated. “Fine! You win! Yes! Yes! I’ll fucking come!”
“Good girl.” I barely finished saying the words before I had her riding up and down my shaft, fucking her hard, just the way she wanted me to.
“I’m going to come, I’m going to come so hard… come with me…” she urgently begged.
It didn’t take long for her to scream and for her juices to flow out of her pussy. I thrust in a few more times and spread my seed deep into her asshole.
It was Thanksgiving and I stopped at the flower stand to buy her red roses. I knocked on her door and she opened it, looking gorgeous in a cream flowing dress that went down to her ankles. Her hair was tied up and away from her face, and I knew she did that for me.
She stared at my roses like they were disease infected.
“You don’t like roses?” I asked.
She bit her cheek and stepped back to allow me to walk in.
“They’re just not my thing.”
“A girl who doesn’t like flowers? Is that even normal?” I jokingly replied.
“It’s fine. I’ll get them in some water.” She walked past me and I grabbed her arm.
“Tell me.”
“It’s nothing, it’s stupid,” she responded, kissing me on the lips.
“Do you think that’s going to work with me?”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t care for them, they bring back shit I don’t want to think about. That’s all.”
I nodded; she didn’t have to tell me more. I walked to her garbage can, stepped on the lever and threw them in.
“Devon!” she shouted. “Why did you do that?”
“Come on, let’s go.”
She shook her head and I grabbed her hand.
“You’re crazy.”
I smiled. “About you,” I simply stated.
We drove into the community I grew up in and I parked on the side street. There were cars already parked in the driveway and on the street.
She looked over at me. “You said it was just your sisters and your mom.”
“No, I didn’t. You assumed, and you know what they say about people who assume shit.”
“You’re an asshole!”
I laughed. “Come on, Bambi, let’s go.”
“Oh my God, what if they don’t like me? Do I look okay?” She pulled down the visor to look in the mirror.
“You look gorgeous; they’re going to love you. Now, get your ass out of the car, before I do it for you.”
I got out and she followed a few moments later. I hit the lock button and grabbed her hand. We walked in and the living room was packed with people. My nieces and nephews came running toward me.
“Uncle Devon,” they shouted in unison.
The newest addition that had just started walking came right up to Brooke and pulled on her dress. “Up!” Skyler requested in her baby babble.
I thought Brooke would panic, and I was just about to interject when she smiled down at her and picked her up into her arms. Skyler put her head on her shoulder and put her bottle back in her mouth like she was made to be lying in Brooke’s arms.
And for the first time since we started whatever we were doing… my mind thought about the future.
“Devon, honey,” Mom announced, taking me away from my thoughts, and pulling me into her arms for a tight embrace.
She pulled away and looked over at Brooke. “Wow. Skyler doesn’t go with anybody.”
“I have that effect on people,” she joked, making us laugh. “I’m Brooke, so nice to finally meet you,” she extended out her hand.
“I know who you are. Welcome to our home,” Mom replied, embracing her into a tight hug. Brooke looked over at me and smiled.
My sisters were the next to head over and meet Brooke and they all embraced her the exact same way, which I think made Brooke’s reservations and anxiety subside. Skyler wouldn’t leave her arms or her side. I tried to take her away from Brooke and she wouldn’t have it, which was interesting to say the least, she usually adored me. Brooke thought it was funny, and said she was now her new favorite person.
My mom had invited some neighbors, and my stepdad invited some of his friends. The house was packed.
“Brooke, do you mind laying her down in my old bedroom, she looks exhausted and she won’t let me take her away from you,” Liv requested.
She nodded. “Sure no problem. Where is it?”
“Down the hall, third door on the right.”
“I’ll be right back.”
My sister Liv and Lauren turned to me. “We love her. You need to marry her and have more babies... like tomorrow,” Liv said, and Lauren nodded in agreement.
I laughed. “I don’t even know what we’re doing.”
“What do you mean?” Lauren questioned confused.
“Us. We’re just hanging out.”
“Oh my God, that girl is crazy about you! You can see it from a mile away,” Liv stated.
“I’m crazy about her, too.”
“Have you told her that you love her?” Lauren asked.
“No.”
“Are you going to?” she added.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to scare her away.”
They nodded, understanding.
“I guess time will tell. I’m going to go check on her.”
They gave me a concerned and sympathized look before I walked towards Liv's old bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and I stopped when I heard Brooke talking.
“The princess didn’t know she had met her prince until he made her listen to him. He was very insistent, this prince, but the princess was stubborn and kept pushing him away. It didn’t take long for him to make his way into her heart, and now the princess was all confused because she doesn’t know what’s going to happen. The prince and princess are getting closer, and the more time they spend together the more she falls in love with him, but the princess can’t tell him because she doesn’t know how. The prince is a really nice guy and he probably already knows, but he won’t say anything because he is that much of a nice guy,” she sighed and I smiled.
“The princess is confused. The prince is everything to her, but she doesn’t know what to do or how to handle it. She thinks the prince understands, but she’s afraid that he’s going to get bored and he’s going to want more. He’s going to want a future, and the princess doesn’t know if she can give him that. But she doesn’t want to lose him, so she is taking whatever she can get.”
I leaned in closer to peek in, and Brooke was sitting on the bed with Skyler’s hand in hers; looking down at her adoringly.
“So, now the prince and the princess are in some sort of limbo. Where they can’t go back and they really can’t go forward. All she can do is hope and pray, that everything works out the way it’s supposed to. So, the prince and princess can live happily ever after.”
I smiled and watched as she stood up and pul
led the sheet higher on Skyler’s tiny sleeping body, kissing her on the forehead and pulling back her hair. I quietly made my way back to the party. Thinking the entire time about Brooke being a mother.
And not just any mother.
The mother of my children.
“You love him don’t you?” I heard a voice ask from behind me, and I immediately turned to see his mother standing there.
Devon was talking to his stepdad and I stepped outside, needing a few minutes to myself. I didn’t realize how much being around him and his family would affect me.
I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't say anything at all.
“My son is an amazing man. He had to grow up too fast and I will always blame myself for that. I didn’t make the right choices for him, for me, or for them. I was scared and that made me weak. Their father was not a good man, and I knew that going in. But like every woman… I thought I could change him. I was stupid and naïve. I should have left the first time he hit me; I was going to. Devon was a few months old, and he had been crying all night. I was exhausted; his father never helped me. I can’t recall one time he helped with any of our children, which is interesting because he kept getting me pregnant. I prayed with each pregnancy that he would change, but he didn’t… he got worse,” she spoke so soft and eloquently. Even though, I could see and feel her pain, clear across the foot of distance that separated us.
“Anyway, he wanted Devon to be quiet, he needed his sleep to provide for his family. He came into the nursery and I just knew… I don’t know what came over me, but I laid Devon in his crib. Not even a second later, he backhanded me across the face so hard that I flew across the room.”
I wanted to cry for her, but I didn’t; I just listened.
“The next morning I had our bags packed to leave, but he came home with roses and a million apologies; I believed him. I believed he was going to change, I believed he was going to try. He never did. The physical and verbal abuse got worse over time. Our house was hell, but Devon… God, Devon, protected us in every way he could. He still does,” she stated with tears in her eyes.
“We all have choices in life, Brooke. They may be good ones or bad ones, but they’re ours to make. My son has always wanted to save us, and I know a part of him doesn’t think he did. But I’ll die knowing that he has. So please… if you’re going to hurt him then just walk away, he's been hurt enough for several lifetimes. I don’t want to watch him go through that again.”
