Finding Patience

by Eden Rose

  My normally shy girl’s face is red and I can see her lip twitching.

  Pushing through the body guards that are more focused on me than Patience, I grab her hand. Our fingers lace together giving off a zap of electricity.

  Oh yeah. We’ve still got it.

  “Come with me. Baby, we’ve got a lot to talk about and I need you to be safe!” I demand as I tug her towards my bike.

  She’s following behind me but she’s not moving fast enough. The paparazzi is running after us and I know that they are going to have a field day with however they run this.

  “Patience! Who’s this guy? Is this your new boyfriend?”

  “Is it true you’re married to some biker?”

  “What are you gonna do about your daughter?”

  “Is he the father?”

  Patience’s eyes are wide with terror while she stares at me. It’s not until one of those assholes touches her that I jump into action. She flinches away like he burned her.

  I grab the guy’s hand off of her shoulder and twist it towards him until I hear the crack of the bones. It’s a glorious sound.

  “You broke his hand!” One of the dumbasses yells from outside of the paparazzi circle.

  Her meat shields are busy keeping everyone back but neither of them are paying enough attention to her.

  I feel someone yank my shoulder back away from the man I’ve got locked in a hand lock. Taking the broken hand with me, I gear up my left fist to punch him in the face. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me!”

  Even though my girl looks beautiful, she looks more scared than anything else and that’s what pisses me off even more. These assholes have stepped on our reunion.

  “I hope you’re ready for a lawsuit!” The man who’s hand I broke shouts.

  Ignoring everyone around us, I face Patience. Grabbing her hand, I drag her further down the alley in order to get her away from all of this.

  I stop in front of her, reach around her waist and pick her up. Cradled to my chest, I realize that she’s lost a lot of weight over the years. Patience had never been fat, but I liked when she was healthy. This version of my wife isn’t healthy. She’s light as a feather. “Put your arms around me, baby.”

  “Who are you?” She asks me with her voice husky. Her arms don’t move to wrap around my shoulders and it kills me.

  “Your husband.”

  “My husband died five years ago,” she whispers to me.

  From the look in her face to the tears that are rolling down her doll face, I know Patience truly believes that. She wouldn’t lie to me about that.

  “No, baby. I’m right here and I’ve been lookin’ for you.”

  She shakes her head but doesn’t move to get down. “I don’t believe you.”

  Shit! That’s like taking a bullet. I scan through all the conversations that we had together until I could remember that particular one.

  I place her on my bike, shrug out of my cut and drape it over her shoulders to keep her warm from the wind. She shivers as the cool leather touches her but the weird smile on her face tells me she likes it.

  Swinging my leg over the side of my bike, I settle myself in front of her. I reach behind me to grab her arms to wrap them around my body. Patience comes willingly. Her little hands feel hot against my thin tee.

  “No! Fuck!” One of her body guards yells as he runs after me.

  I gear up the bike, switch the gear into drive and speed out of the alley. I follow the roads, cut through different alleys to lose the paparazzi that were running after us with their cameras flashing.

  It’s so surreal. I’ve been waiting to have Patience in my hands, on the back of my bike and in my bed. We’re almost to the last part but I still have to know why the hell she never came back to me.

  Pulling up to one of the hotels that I know don’t ask for names, I slide off my bike and reach out my hand for her to grab it. Her little fingers wrap around my fingers and she slides off.

  Just as she stands up to her full height, she wobbles a little from her heels. “Ever been on a bike before?” I ask her with my eyebrow raised.

  “If you were my real husband you would know the answer to that question.”

  “Damn, you got sassy! Do you still have that freckle on the side of your right hip? The big one that looks like its two? Do you still have your birth mark on the inside of your left knee?”

  Her eyes widen. “You could have got that from online.”

  “Baby, I don’t need to look at anything online because everything about your body is engraved in my mind.”

  “Then, if you are Brett, where have you been? Why would your mom have said that you were dead? Was this all a game? Knock up your wife before you leave for a tour and then come back expecting me to let it all go?” She’s fuming with her fists on her hips.

  The squealing of the tires happen again and I grab her hand. “We’ve got a lot to talk about. Let’s go inside.”

  “Why would I go anywhere with you?” She spits at me.

  I stop tugging on her hand and look at her in the eyes. “Because I’m your fucking husband and you are my wife. I’ve been looking for you since I came out of my coma. I’ve loved you all these years and you’re not going anywhere until we fucking talk. Get your cute ass in the hotel!”

  After I secure our room, I just asked for a king sized bed. Hey, she’s my wife.

  I follow her into the room and she looks around it with a smirk. “Not what you’re used to, super star?”

  She turns to smile at me. “No, but it’s okay.”

  Patience walks to the bed and plops down on it. I watch her while she bends at the waist to take her shoes off but I stop her. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I begin taking the shoes off for her. The little straps holding her heels on are fuckin’ tiny! My fingers fumble until the strap comes out. Her shoe drops to the floor with a thud.

  I hold her left foot in my hand and squeeze the arch. My fingers itch to touch her whole body. Learn every single on the new curves all over her. Feel her.

  My eyes shift up to see her face. She has tears rolling down her cheeks and they pool around her mouth. “What’s wrong, baby?” I murmur to her.

  “I never thought I would see you again.”

  PATIENCE

  I keep waiting for my alarm clock to wake me up from this dream. It has to be a dream. My husband isn’t alive. I mourned for him. I grieved for him.

  If Brett is truly dead, then who is this guy? Why does he make me feel like I’ve been missing him all along?

  The heat from his touch and stare all feel familiar. Everything about him makes me believe that he’s really Brett.

  I reach out my left hand, dragging it down his cheek. His skin is rougher than it used to be when I married him. He’s definitely not the same man that he was before. This Brett is completely brand new.

  He cups my hand in his to pull me closer to his face. He’s still leaning in front of me and I do the one thing that I never thought I would be able to do again. Kiss him.

  Sliding off the bed, I kneel in front of him to place my arms around his neck. Brett’s lips hover above mine and I take the leap to close the distance. I need to be close to him. To feel everything that he has to offer me.

  My heart thunders harder in my chest to keep up with me.

  Our bodies collide in the middle and we’ve become a frenzy of limbs trying to get the other’s clothes off quickly. My fingers tug on his shirt until it’s untucked and I’ve got it pulled over his head in seconds. We had to break the kiss for me to get it over his head.

  By using the weight of my chest, I push on his chest to get him to lean against the wall. He was only inches away from it when he took my shoes off but I need to be closer to him. I need to feel him completely to realize that he’s real.

  “Untuck your legs,” I whisper against his lips. My tongue pushes back into his mouth to meet his.

  Like the good man that he is, Brett untucks his legs giving me the access that I need
. I climb over his body and straddle his thick thighs. Methodically, I grind my hips down on his hard dick that’s jutting out of his jeans. He places his hands on my hips to slow me down but I’m not having it. I rub harder, faster, needing the friction to get the relief that I didn’t even realize I needed.

  My lips leave his for only a few seconds to trace along his jaw. “Shit, baby. Fuck! I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he husks out.

  “I’ve missed you,” I reply with my lips busy kissing a trail back to his lips.

  I’m seconds away from straight up humping the man when he lifts me off the floor and throws me on the bed. My legs spill open giving him the perfect view of my pussy.

  He’s licking his lips like he used to when he was about to eat me out. “Fuck,” he groans and pulls at the tent in his pants. Brett’s on me in seconds with my fingers digging in his hair to pull him closer. He’s thrusting the tip of his denim clad dick against my pussy mound just enough to make me cry out.

  “Please! Please!”

  He chuckles against my lips. “Get out of this thing and get your cute ass to bed.”

  Brett’s rolled off of me and I miss the heat from his body already. The man is a furnace.

  Standing in front of my husband that I’ve missed all these years, I begin to take off my outfit from my concert earlier. It’s full of sequins, rhinestones, weird zippers and secret Velcro to take it off and put it back on quickly. I drop the offending garment on the floor leaving me only in my thong and bra.

  I feel insecure as his eyes look me up and down from under their hooded eye lids. My stomach got stretched out from being pregnant with Alexa but I’ve been working out hard. Plus, performing is an amazing exercise. Going to cover myself up, he stops me.

  “Don’t you dare cover your body, Patience. You’re fuckin’ amazing!”

  My knees begin to hit the bed while I crawl over to his sprawled-out body. Brett looks like a king like this. My hands inch up his thighs until I feel his dick.

  Undoing his jeans, I wink at him. His dick’s free and jutting out at me like it’s begging for attention. My hands eagerly wrap around his shaft and squeeze. He groans. I squeeze again but this time, I swallow the head of his dick with my tongue lavishing him.

  I haven’t given a lot of head, but I’m trying to do this right. I squeeze the shaft and bob my head up and down on his crown of his dick.

  “Shit, yeah!” Brett grinds out.

  I rub my thighs together to ease the ache growing there.

  Hollowing out my cheeks, I swallow him whole until he’s hitting the back of my mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. Swallow my dick. Fuck yeah!”

  I feel like a goddess.

  I do it again. And again. One more time before he’s pulling at my hair to get my mouth off of him.

  “Fuck, Patience!” He moans out like he’s suffering. “Lay down on the bed and let me have a look at you.”

  Following orders, I open my legs for him to focus on the area that I need him in the most. I’m so turned on right now that it’s painful.

  My eyes must have shut because I didn’t even see him raise his hand and spank me on my pussy mound. “Now that you’re here with me, no other man is comin’ near this pussy. You got me? I will fuckin’ kill someone,” he vows.

  My mind is too far gone to understand the gravity of his declaration.

  His hot and wet mouth suck my pussy lips into his mouth through the silk of my underwear. I grind against his mouth trying to get closer to him. Trying to break through the resistence he’s showing me.

  “Make me come, make me come!” I beg.

  Chuckling darkly, he does just that. Biting the fabric of my thong, he rips it off of me and I’m lying in front of him with my bra on and just one shoe.

  Two fingers are plunged inside me and my eyes pop open at the glorious invasion. “I’ve missed your tight pussy, Patience. I’ve missed everything about you. You’re gonna come, we’re gonna fuck and then I’m gonna hold you all night. In the morning, you’ll tell me everything and we’ll go get our girl.”

  I nod my head.

  Chuckling darkly, he adds: “Good, I’m glad you agree. I wasn’t gonna take no as an answer.”

  He sucks on my clit. I scream and thrash my head around on the bed. Waves of pleasure crash through me as I beg and plead for him to make me come. “Please! Please!”

  The first twinge of my orgasm has me thrusting my pussy against his face. Brett moves his face away from me. “No!”

  He chuckles.

  “I’m not using a condom with my wife,” he states.

  I’m a fucking bobble head because I just nod.

  I’m impaled with his dick. “Fuck!” I scream out. I feel like I’ve been torn apart but it’s delicious.

  “So tight. So fuckin’ tight,” he grits out.

  RABIES

  If you would have told me two days ago that I would be inside my wife right now, I would have shot you in the face. It’s a fuckin’ crazy feeling knowing that we’ve been apart for all these years but it’s like none of it happened.

  Placing my hands on her hips, I pull her off the bed in order to fuck her deeper. Harder.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist, Patience.”

  As soon as she wrapped her legs around my waist, I slid in deeper. My fingers bite into the flesh of her hips and I pound her. Every single thought that has been in my mind has faded now that I have Patience under me again.

  This woman is like a siren. Calling to me no matter where I am and I can’t resist her. I’ve missed her and now that I have her back, she’s not going anywhere.

  “Yeah! Yeah!” Patience cries out into the room.

  My nails dig into her flesh and I hump her harder. My balls slap against her ass, my pubic bone rubbing her clit to get her closer to the orgasm that’s ebbing already. I know she’s almost there, and she’s gorgeous.

  “Fuck, baby. Yeah, take my dick like you’ve been missing it. God damn!” I grit.

  I feel my balls tightening a little more and I know I’m about to blow my load in her. Part of me wonders if I should pull out, but the other part of me doesn’t give two shits. I want her.

  She cups her tits in her hands offering them to me. Her tits have gotten smaller since the last time that I saw them, but I still manage to suck both nipples into my mouth. “Brett! Oh god, Brett!”

  Feeling like a damn king, I fuck her harder and faster until I’m dripping with sweat and she’s screaming.

  “I’m gonna come!” I warn.

  “Come in me, fill me up!” She begs.

  Well, what my baby wants, my baby gets.

  My orgasm is fast and hard, draining everything in my body as I come. Her silken pussy squeezes me like a fist making me come harder. I thrust in and out a couple of times just to make sure I’ve emptied myself in her.

  I fall on top of her, covering her with my body. We’re both trying to catch our breaths but I know one thing is real. She’s never leaving my sight again.

  “Fuck!” I groan out and thrust in one more time for good measure. “You’ve got a magic pussy.”

  Patience giggles and then squirms under me making my dick harden all over again. “Again?”

  Laughing, I piston my dick deeper in her so she could feel me hardening. “You think I was a one trick pony?” I ask her.

  She shakes her head.

  With careful moves, I manage to spin us around so she’s on top of me and I’m lying under her. The whole time, I never slid out of her.

  “Give me a show, baby.”

  My wife gave me the best type of show. Since she’s in better shape than the last time I saw her, she’s able to move in a seductive way making it look effortless.

  She swivels her hips, flaunts her tits for and even winks. Her little hand travels down her body while she does a slow grind on me. Almost too fucking slow. The woman is going to make me blow my load again.

  I place my hands behind my head and lift up on the balls o
f my feet to meet her grind. Each time she grinds that sweet ass on my thighs, I get closer and closer to blowing my load in her. Patience gathers her hair in one fist and the other hand tugs on her nipple.

  The woman is a goddess.

  “Get off me,” I bark. “Suck me so good and I’ll make you come again,” I promise.

  Patience gives me a sly smile but follows through the directions that I gave her. “You want my mouth all over your dick? You want to see what you’ve been missing all these years?”

  The little minx is completely fucking with me. “That’s what I said, right? Suck me and swallow me whole.”

  Her mouth covers my dick. She slurps happily and massages my balls with one of her hands with a dreamy look on her face. That sweet mouth of hers has my hips chasing her lips to get more.

  “You love suckin’ my dick. Don’t you, baby? You love tastin’ yourself all over my dick.”

  She moans at my words and swallows me whole- holy shit! The roof of her mouth becomes the catalyst to my orgasm that comes crashing through my body.

  “Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

  Patience squeezes my balls a little harder and that’s when I flood her mouth with my come. She swallows it all like the champ that she is. Her tongue reaches out to clean the rest off her lips and winks at me.

  “I want two of those a day for the rest of my life, baby.”

  PATIENCE

  Sure, I haven’t been celibate since I found out that Brett died. I’ve slept with a couple of men and none of them have given me the pleasure that Brett does. The other guys aren’t even at the kiddy table.

  My body aches in the best ways. I can’t help but smile as I snuggle up to his side, basking in the after glow of our love making. It wasn’t even fucking. It was making love.

  I knew that we would have to have a conversation about everything eventually but I’m putting off the real world. I want to soak in as much of him as I can before I go back to dealing with everything.

  “Where did you go?”

  His question has me crashing off my bliss into the abys of not knowing shit. I don’t know what the hell to say to him about anything right now.